Devastating

Chapter 14

Marinette's P.O.V.

Damian swiftly pulled Marinette through the halls of the winding manor until they were face to face with heavy-looking double doors.

"My room." Was all the ravenette said before opening one of the doors and leading the bluenette into a large room before silently closing the door behind her.

Marinette took the room in, the dark hardwood floor contrasted the simple cream walls. Crown molding outlined the room in white, there was a large four-poster bed with dark blue sheets sitting against the middle of the left wall and a desk opposite to it. Two doors faced Marinette and Damian, the smaller of the two assumed they were for a closet and bathroom. There was no decoration, only the bare minimum to make the space livable- though there was some type of sword hanging above the bed.

Damian walked past her and motioned for her to follow him as he sat down on his bed, she followed but before either got a chance to speak as a little black blur situated itself on Marinette's lap. Marinette hadn't been anticipating an intruder.

"OH! And who are you? Such a beautiful little thing. adorable petite- tu es si pecieux!" Marinette continued to coo in french without realizing that the ravenette next to her had been staring.

The cat left after he was satisfied with the Parisian's adoration and went off into what Marinette assumed was the closet.

Damian's P.O.V.

Alfred that Cat situated himself on his Angel's lap and allowed her to shower him with all the love she could pour onto him for a few minutes. Of course, Damian knew at that moment with her quiet cooing and doting eyes with that graceful smile, that he was utterly fucked...

And it was time to do something about it.

Marinette made a cute pout before turning to Damian with a bright smile and sparkling eyes, the ravenette's breath hitched at the sight of her. His eyes looked down- Her lips were a pale pink that reminded Damian of rosebuds. The top lip was thinner, but not too thin, and it had a natural cupid's bow. The bottom one was larger and plusher. He'd bet money on how soft they'd feel. Damian stared at them as he leaned in, his head tilting to the right without his permission.

Marinette seemed to have caught on to what his traitorous body was doing and her eyes widened in shock before they fluttered shut. She tilted her head up. Damian follower her lead, emboldened by her consent.

Damian's brain was scattered but focused, his eyes closed fully as the gap between him and Marinette became nonexistent- he accidentally kissed slightly too far to the right of her lips but quickly readjusted, both laughing softly at their inexperience.

Her warm soft lips finally met his own and Damian almost felt smug, he was right- they were sweet. Marinnette's warm breath fanned his face as a hand went to stroke the Parisians cheek, the smell of her was hypnotic beyond reason. Their kiss evolving from chaste and clumsy to delicate but intimate. Damian's body was tingling, occasionally stealing peaks at Marinette to make sure the kiss wasn't a figment of his imagination- eventually, they pulled apart, it was as if no one else existed.

He tried to control his breathing, Marinette seemed to be doing the same- their eyes never left each others, hers filled with such contentment but almost worry?

The eye contact was awkward but the boy never dared remove his eyes from Marinette's.

Damian cleared his throat as Marinette continued to focus on her breathing.

"U-um s-sorry Damian." Was all she could squeak out.

"Why? Did you not want to? If you did not I apologize." Damian's head was swimming, 'She leaned in, did she not? Was that not consent?' Damian assumed that her actions meant she consented to the kiss but perhaps he was wrong?