Letters to Marinette [Complete]

11 ~~ Cursive

[A/N: Continuation of Italicks]

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[Recap]

"You're really serious about us and the future confessions?" she asked, holding my shoulders delicately.

"More than anything."

"Then I'm yours."

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Marinette 🍪

Chat slowly began kissing me on my jaw which sent shivers down my spine. His fingers caressed the skin of my hips, intimately riding the shirt above my stomach. His lips made their way to my collar bone before licking me on my neck.

I steadied my breathing as my hands had a mind of their own— they gripped the rim of my vest and stripped it from my body. I was wearing a black-laced bra this time and I could feel myself blushing because Chat was giving me that hungry look again. But he hesitated...this was the position we had been in the last time until his Miraculous beeped.

"It won't be long before I detransform," Chat admitted, keeping his hands behind his back, "So whatever you choose from here, Princess, I'll accept it."

"I do want this, Chaton," I sighed, "Really, I do, but I'm not ready to see your true identity under that mask."

Not until I show you mine, I thought, imagining what he would possibly think if he showed me his identity before realising that his Princess was actually his Lady all along.

"I understand," Chat sighed, slumping his shoulders forward, "Only when you're ready—"

"Hold on a second," I interrupted, jumping off of the couch.

I ran to my cupboard with an almost bare chest and beating heart, Chat stared after me while I took out a black, cotton scarf from the pink drawer at the corner of my room. I could not believe what I was about to let Chat Noir do to me. We knew so much about each other after the months we spent talking as both Ladybug and Marinette, but I still did not know who he truly was. And yet... I wanted this from him for quite some time— not lust or plain, unemotional sex off the bat: something Adrien probably could never have given me— the pleasure of making love.

"A scarf," I explained, "to use as a blindfold so that I won't see you detransform while we...you know..."

Chat gave me that same soft smile and walked towards me. He held me by my waist and pulled me towards him gently. He used his baton to switch off the light in my room and lift us towards my bed below the trap door. The room was dark now. The only light source we had was the moonlight illuminating from the balcony's trap door, setting a romantic atmosphere over us.