Blushing Miraculous

The Sleepover

Chat Noir visited Marinette again the following night. She very happily showed him the fabric and supplies that she had purchased after school. Now she had everything that she needed to start on the dress. They munched on éclairs while Marinette talked about her step-by-step plan to make her creation.

When he arrived Friday night, Marinette was waiting for him in her room with a tray of lemon tarts.

"It's amazing that everything you guys make here is so delicious!" Chat Noir told her after trying one.

"Yeah, my parents have been doing this for a long time. They've kind of perfected their recipes," Marinette said.

"I can tell," he said, eating another.

She grabbed one too. "I know how to make a couple of things but I'm not as talented as them."

"Of course you're talented Marinette. At designing, and at baking."

She giggled. "That's sweet of you to say."

"Well it's true," he said, smiling at her. "Are you going to start on the dress this weekend?"

"Yeah I'll probably start on it tomorrow." All of a sudden her face dropped.

"What? What's wrong?" Chat Noir asked concerned.

"Oh, it... it's nothing. I just remembered that tomorrow is Saturday," she said.

"Okay," he replied, confused.

She explained. "Every Saturday I go to watch my friends' band practice. They play at Luka's place. It will be the first time I see him since we broke up."

Chat Noir nodded in understanding.

"Ugh, tomorrow is going to be a nightmare," Marinette said in exasperation, going over to her chaise and lying down. She covered her face with her hands.

Chat Noir walked over and sat on the chaise next to her. "Maybe you can skip it this week?"

Marinette uncovered her face. "No, I should go. I need to get this over with. That way I won't have to stress about it anymore." She sighed and closed her eyes.

There was silence for a minute before Chat Noir spoke. "Well, if it would make you feel better, I could always go and beat him up."

Marinette smiled, keeping her eyes closed. "I don't think that will be necessary." She turned her head towards him and opened her eyes. "But thanks," she said softly.

He held his breath as he looked down at her. She was so beautiful. And she was staring at him with those big blue orbs of hers. He couldn't look away.

"Will you come back again tomorrow night?" she asked him.

He nodded, not breaking eye contact.

"I think I'm going to go to bed now. I'm really tired."

"Of course," he said, but he didn't move.

She smiled at him again. "That means that you have to go."

"Right," he said, still not moving.

She smiled wider. "Do you want to stay here for a while?" she asked.

He paused for a second, then slowly nodded.

"Alright," she said. "I'm going to go change and get to bed. You can stay as long as you want. You just have to be quiet. Deal?"

"Deal," Chat Noir said. He stood up and reached out his hand, helping her get up.

She moved over to her dresser and pulled out some clothes. Then she went into her bathroom. After a couple of minutes she came back out wearing a white polka-dotted shirt and pink sweatpants. "Is it alright if I turn off the lights?"

"Yes," he said, not taking his eyes off of her in her pajamas.

"Can you just make sure to close the hatch after you leave?"

"I will," he promised.

She went up to him and hugged him. "Have a good night, okay?"

"You too, Marinette," he said, hugging her tightly.

She pulled away and turned off the lights. Then she climbed up the steps to her bed. Chat Noir heard her move around for a minute and then settle down. He went over and lay down on the chaise.

One of Chat Noir's powers was nightvision, so he glanced around the room as he rested. Marinette's house was completely different from his house. His was cold and empty while her's was warm and cozy. He felt so much more comfortable in Marinette's room than in his own. Soon he was fast asleep. He didn't wake up until he heard Marinette's voice.

"Chat Noir?" she whispered, shaking his shoulder gently. He opened his eyes and saw her sitting next to him. "You fell asleep. It's morning."

"Oh, I'm sorry," he said, slowly sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

"It's no problem," she replied. "I just want to make sure that you get back home before someone realizes that you're gone. I don't want you to get in trouble."

Chat Noir looked at her. She had to be the kindest person that he had ever met. The way that she cared so much about everyone around her was incredible.

"No, I'll be fine," he told her. "Don't worry about me."

She smiled and nodded. "So I'll see you tonight?"

"Definitely. Nothing could keep me away, Princess."

Marinette leaned back and narrowed her eyes at him. "Princess?"

Chat Noir laughed. "What? You don't like it?"

"Not really," she admitted, laughing. "But I guess I've been called worse."

"Well, no one will dare insult my Princess ever again. Not with me around."

"Alright, Chat Noir. It's time for you to get out of here before you get in trouble," Marinette said, pushing him to his feet.

"I'm going, I'm going!" He said, putting his hands up in the air in defeat. Climbing the steps to the loft, he called out to her. "I'll see you later."

"Bye," she replied before he jumped through the hatch.