Revealing Raincoat

“Achoo!”

Ladybug sneezed for the hundredth time that night. She and Chat Noir were currently on patrol, however it would seem that she'd caught a cold. Well, it’s not like it was unexpected. She did just waltz out of her home in a skintight suit in the middle of winter. And now she was sitting on top of the Eiffel Tower where the chilling winds would have no problem hitting her. She inwardly cursed herself for her awful decision making skills.

“Cold?” her partner queried, slipping off his cozy jacket and draping it on her shoulders. He kneeled beside her.

“Just a bit,” she admitted, tugging at the sleeves and holding it out for him to take. “But I don't want you to freeze out here.”

Chat Noir took the jacket from her hands and wrapped it around the girl again. “My home is closer. And besides, purr-trol is already over,” he reasoned with a playful wink. She crinkled her nose in feigned distaste.

“That one was iffy.”

He chuckled, glad to see his cat puns eased the mood. “Just return the coat tomorrow. Goodnight, m’lady.”

Leaving no room for protests, he hopped away along the building tops until the black cat was completely out of view. Sighing, Ladybug gratefully zipped up the jacket, deciding to return home as well.

-o-

“Tikki?” Marinette called, still awake even though it was nearly midnight. She was tired, but some things were bugging her. Like that damn jacket. God, why was she easily affected by guys?

“Yes?” a sleepy voice asked. Marinette bit her lip, wondering if this was an appropriate question to ask.

“Is...Is it weird that Chat Noir’s jacket smells familiar?” she inquired curiously, before realizing how much of a creep she sounded like. Sitting up in her bed, she began awkwardly blabbering. “N-Not that I was intentionally sniffing it! I just noticed while I had it on!”

“Maybe he wears a popular cologne.” Tikki suggested, hoping she'd be satisfied with that answer. Marinette was a spirited girl always full of questions—and while she admired that, she did wish the girl would ask them at more godly hours.

“I guess so…” she murmured, not being able to rub off the uneasy feeling.

-o-

Chat…is this what I think it is?”

The alley cat looked up at her wish a grin. “If you're thinking this is a purr-posal,” he started, getting down on one knee and opening the velvety box that contained a gleaming ring inside, “then you are paw-sitively correct.”

Marinette cupped her hands over her mouth, tears of joy threatening to spill from her bright blue eyes. She jumped into his strong arms, startling her partner for a moment, although he quickly recovered and hugged her back. “Really...those silly puns even at such a moment…”

Laughing heartily, he called her name. “Marinette.”

Pulling away and looking into his shining green eyes questioningly, the only answer she received was him calling her name again. “Marinette…”

“What is it, chaton?”

“Marinette,” a small voice called. The girl was suddenly pulled out of her dream world, as she rolled over in her bed, shoving her face into the pillows as if that would get rid of whoever was calling her name.