Shifting (Trans Marinette)

Affections(5)

Sorry this took a long time

Mm...Chat," Marinette breathed against his lips as he desperately pressed against hers for more.

"Marinette..." he sighed and continued to kiss her despite her attempts to capture his attention.

"Chat...listen," she murmured. She wasn't trying very hard to get him to stop. It was due to how intoxicating his lips were and how much of a sucker she was when he stimulated her like this. She finally mustered the strength to pull his mouth away from hers and breath.

"Chat...we need to talk," she told him.

"Mm...you can talk. I'll kiss," he mumbled and pressed kisses down her neck.

"That's the thing, Chat. I-I can't keep doing this with you," she said. Chat's lips came to a halt as he pulled back.

"What?"

"I-I really like Adrien, Chat. I can't keep doing this when I'm not completely devoted to you, it doesn't feel right," she admitted.

He thought for a moment. It seemed that the more he pursues her as Adrien, the less likely she will make out with him as Chat. He was attempting to figure the amount of time he'd be able to kiss her again if he solely dedicated his efforts towards her as Adrien and he was not liking the numbers.

"Hmm...I dunno, princess. I think I'll go insane going so long without your kisses," he said and leaned in again to kiss her once more. She was either to slow to stop him or letting him do it because he was honestly not expecting to actually get the chance to kiss her. It was only for a moment, but it was a moment of pure bliss for Adrien. He could only tease her for so long before needing her himself.

"I'm serious, Chat. I-I know that you like me, but I just need to focus on one person at a time," she explained. He frowned.

"Okay, princess. I'm gonna suggest something crazy, are you ready?"

"Uh, sure?"

"How about you not do that, and we continue what we were previously doing," he proposed. Marinette frowned and glared at him.

"I already told you-"

"And I've already told you that I only want you..." he hushed, holding his finger over her lips and dropping his voice to a whispered as he stared down in to those deep blue eyes. She blinked up at him and blushed.

"Trust me, Mari. Adrien Agreste isn't going anywhere," he promised and leaned in again. He moved his finger out of the way last minute before kissing her for probably the hundredth time. The memory of her blushing at the notes he wrote her fueled his desire for her. She sighed against his lips and gave up trying to fight him. Instead she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back.

"Chaton méchant," she muttered between kisses and pulled away for air.

"Mignonne princesse," he replied with a cat-like grin. She rolled her eyes and pulled herself off of his lap and back on to her bed.

"Now we should stop because I don't want another repeat of last night," she told him. He chuckled and laid down on her pillows.

"Wouldn't that be fun?" He said sarcastically. Marinette's phone went off in her pocket before she could respond and she promply answered Alya's call as a voice call rather than a video call.

"Hello?" She answered.

"Girl! You didn't tell me you were getting your nails done!" She shrieked over the phone. Marinette held it a safe distance from her ear and cringed at Alya's volume.