Les Hors-la-loi || Outlaws

8

1182, present day

"I hear there's an uprising on it's way," Chat Noir said as he took a seat on the stone ledge.

Marinette locked the letter in her drawer before turning around. "And are you willing to join us?"

"There's no question about it. Someone has to protect you," he teased.

Marinette walked up to him and smiled. "Cheeky bastard."

Chat Noir leaned down to kiss her. "You've never complained."

"Indeed." Marinette walked to the nightstand and picked up the blindfold.

Chat Noir pouted. "Is it time for bed already?"

Marinette laughed. "This is for you. I need to change and I'm not quite sure I trust you."

"Ouch," Chat Noir said, clutching the fabric of his suit over his heart and giving Marinette a pained expression. She only laughed as she reached up to tie the cloth over his eyes.

"Your theatrics will get you nothing from me."

"Not even a kiss?" Chat Noir asked, leaning in the wrong direction.

Marinette put her hands on his face and guided him in the right direction. "And that's all you're getting."

"Wha--! That was barely a kiss!"

Marinette hid behind her screen to change from her clothes to the soft nightgown. Chat Noir was still seated on the ledge, pouting like a petulant child.

Marinette smiled as she pulled the blindfold off. "You're adorable when you're upset."

"And you're just mean," Chat Noir said, hopping off the ledge and wrapping his arms around Marinette. "Can I get a proper kiss now?"

"Ask nicely."

"Please, if it pleases the fair maiden, may I request that thou place thy lips upo--"

"Oh God, shut up, you fool." Marinette tugged at his collar and kissed him, cutting off his ridiculous-sounding request.

Chat Noir's pout returned when Marinette broke away. She smiled. "You can't have me constantly kissing you, Chat Noir."

"Why not? I like your kisses."

"Because it leaves no room for nothing else," Marinette said with a wink as she turned and walked towards the nightstand to grab the white shirt. She tossed it at the outlaw with a stunned look on his face.

"You never cease to surprise me, Marinette."

"Well, I do hope that's good news. Come on, change up. I haven't got all day -- or night -- to get some sleep."

She picked up the cloth again and Chat Noir took it from her. "Let me."

Marinette shrugged and turned her back to him. She had been blinding herself every night since she asked him to stay the night, but somehow, when Chat Noir tied the cloth over her eyes, it felt different, and she had no name for the feeling. "All done," he said softly.

Marinette turned around slowly. "Why do you spend the night with me?"

"Because I can't be seen with you in the daylight."

Marinette pouted. "I wish things were different. I wish I could walk around the town freely. I wish I could walk with you. I wish I could see you whenever I want, kiss you whenever I want. I wish I didn't have to wait until nightfall to be with you. I wish I didn't have to spend the better part of our time together asleep."