May I have this dance? (one-shot)

May I Have This Dance?

It's the end of year ball, in only 3 weeks. The leaving class are to perform a waltz to open the leavers ball, and Marinette can't dance.

She can dance, she just can't Dance... you know.

Which is why she is dancing around her balcony trying to copy a youtube video. She can't help but curse at the little video on her phone. Who knew dancing was harder than SAVING PARIS. Marinette sure didn't.

She catches her foot and almost falls flat on her face when an arm stops her from hitting the ground.

"Need help, Princess?" Chat asks, a cheesy grin on his face.

"Can you dance?!" Marinette asks desperately.

"I'm classically trained." Chat boasts.

"Perfect," Marinette says. Grabbing the hero's arms and pulling him in.

Chat feels Marinette's hand grasp his and her other one settles on his shoulder. He places his hand on the small of her back sheepishly and looks down at the blue-eyed girl.

Chat takes a moment to ponder if she has always been this short; and this pretty.

"So, you lead Kitty." Marinette chimes in, breaking the boy out of his thoughts.

"Okay, so first you just step back when I step forward, and then forward when I step back. Easy." He says, gently guiding her into a slow waltz.

The two waltz slowly as Chat calmly explains to Marinette. She starts to zone out about halfway through. She can't help but enjoy the feeling of Chats broad shoulder under hands, and she can't help but wonder when he got so tall.

Marinette leans her head on the boy's chest, slowly forgetting why they were even dancing. All she can think about is how warm his chest feels and the soft beat of his heart by her ear.

Chat slowly lets his speech drift off as he dances. The warmth of the smaller girl's body, comforting him. He rests his chin on her head as they continue to waltz around the small balcony. He can't help but enjoy the girl's aroma of fresh pastries and berries.

The two dance far beyond the end of the small video playing next to them. Waltzing in the silence of the night.

The cold wind finally catches the back of Marinette's neck and she breaks out of her trance.

"Oh." She gasps, stepping back from the hero. "I should head to bed, there is school tomorrow." She whispers. The blush on her cheeks feels almost scolding against the cold night air.

"Oh of course." Chat assures, his voice lightly shaken. "Goodnight Princess."

Over the next two weeks, this becomes a common ocuurance.

Chat will patrol with Ladybug, then pop down into an alley to feed Plagg before he transforms back and heads to Maris. Every night, just after Patrol Chatnoir spends his free time dancing with Marinette. He can't find the words for what he is feeling. It's like warmth and comfort filling his bones. He feels at peace and feral all at once.

He decided not to label it, and just enjoy it.

However, Marinette is feeling the same. There is something in her gut that tells her she can always trust him. She can't name it, but it tells her to give Chat everything she is.

She decides to push it deep down and just try to learn the steps.

Marinette is making great improvements and she is even sounding more confident in general.

With one week left, Marinette decides to double the training, but that's hard to juggle with being a hero.

So she starts practising every morning by herself and every night with chat. That is until Chat doesn't show up one night.