Marichat

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It was an usual night in Paris,  most people asleep or alone with their thoughts. For some however, it's their time to have fun.

Chat Noir's POV:

There's no better feeling than looking at the clock and seeing it's almost midnight. And no, not because I'm tired, but because that's where my schedule ends for the day. Each time the clock hits 12 am, I follow the same routine. Take a shower, change, sit on the bed and wait for Nathalie. Once she comes in to greet me good night, it's my sign that I'm finally free.

That's when Chat Noir fully takes over me.
Unlike me, M'lady is usually tired at this time, so I don't want to bother her just because I'm bored. I take care of our patrol for her, then head off somewhere for the rest of the night. Lately, that somewhere has been Marinette's.

The first few times I've passed her house, she'd wave at me with a light smile, before burying her face back into the night sky. Then, I got quite bored of being alone every day. So, one day, when I saw her eyes wandering around to find me, I decided to join her gaze.

It quickly turned into my routine. I would sit around all day counting down hours until I get to watch the stars under the Eiffel tower with the girl that was next to me. I was comfortable around her, it felt like I could finally be myself with someone. We never discussed about anything serious, just small talk and random things that would pop up in our heads. That's because at night nothing matters. At least that's how we made it be.

Marinette's POV:

Looking at the clock and realizing it's midnight feels better with each day. I don't know how I managed to get this close to Chat, but it felt right. He was now not only my safe place as Ladybug, but also as my real self Marinette. He tured out to so much different than what I thought he was. That filrty, cocky guy who knew his ways, with night turned into a respectful & loving person. He'd let me buffle about whatever was on my mind and would listen with all his attention. He would remember everything I said and bring it up casually days later, just to make sure I knew he was listening. I didn't even know it was possible, but he took an even bigger part in my heart than he already has.

Just as I got lost in my thoughts, I turned my head to the clock again. "Shit, it's 12.30!" I yelled as I grabbed my towel and shampoo and ran in the bathroom to take a shower that I had to finish by half an hour.

Finishing my shower, I closed the faucet and wrapped myself in a towel. I left the bathroom with nothing on me under it, since all my clothes were left on my freshly cleaned sheets. My stomach dropped as I approached my bed, realizing that it was 1:15 and that I was late, again. But that was not my problem. Mon Chaton has found himself a place on my bed.

"You're late, princess." he uttered with a grin forming on his face. His one hand was on his lap while his other was examining the clothes I left for myself to change in.

"Who told you to enter my room?" I quickly responded to his obvious statement. Would it kill him to be patient for once?
"I didn't know I needed permission? Besides, you'd let me in anyway. Oh, also, love the outfit!"
I gulped as I looked down to check myself again, processing that I was basically naked in front of him. That tiny towel I had barely covered what wasn't meant to see. He was scanning me up and down a few times before clearing his throat and repeating:
"No, I really love it." .

At this point I was standing completely still, speechless. I was trying to say something to defend myself but no words came out. When I finally collected myself, I managed to get out a few words.
"G- give me back my clothes. I left them there for a reason." .

Chat Noir's POV:

Something tonight was driving me insane. And her being practically nude didn't make it better. I had a sickening urge to do things I'd regret in the morning. When she begged for her clothes in a shaky voice, that something just snapped. A disgusting yet exiting thought came into my mind. Normally, I wouldn't even consider it, but today I was about to risk it all. Our friendship, our routine, our feelings.

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