MariChat•Flirting Advice [Miraculous Ladybug Fanfic]

•Chapter 5•

Chapter 5•Smoochy Smoochy

WARNING! SINTXSTIC DID NOT HAVE THE SOUL TO WRITE THIS. ALL CREDIT IS GIVEN TO neverlanded SO CREDIT TO BÆ AND ONTO ARISA TALK!

THE MOST AWKWARD MAKE OUT FLUFF SCENE IN EXISTENCE OMG HELP 911 CAN SOMEONE GIVE ME PROPER LESSONS ON WRITING A MAKE OUT SCENE THX

Cold, harsh, the windy night blew. Stars reflecting onto the Parisian night. An alley cat, dressed in white would roam, in search of a Princess. Before he knew it the sly animal was in the Princess's tower.

"But my Princess..." Chat Blanc leaned forward, slightly hovering over Marinette. He placed his arms by her legs like a barrier as he began to close the gap between them. "I don't want to go out tonight. I want to stay with you." His throat tickled with a low growl, one that could be similar to a predator's. His stare was so intense that it seemed that she would be eaten up in an instant. Chat being akumatized... He was like a completely different person.

"Chat..." Marinette tried scooting away from him, but her back met the wall behind her. Her fingers tightly grasps her bed sheet as she balled them up into fists, "You can't stay here; my parents are downstairs."

"Mm," He buried his face into the crook her shoulder. He placed his claw-like hands over hers so she couldn't stop him. A light purr vibrated through his whole body, cascading over Marinette. Chat Blanc removed himself from Marinette's shoulder, but inclined his face close to hers. He could feel her light, warm breaths against his skin.

Marinette couldn't move away. Rather, she didn't want to. She didn't know why; it was just a feeling that told her not to. Her eyes locked with his, unable to break away from his gaze. "Chat," She tried to protest again, but was immediately shut up by a gentle kiss. Their lips fit together like puzzle pieces; it was simply meant to be. The kiss was soft and kind, a complete 360 from his original attitude. It was as smooth as ice; a careful and delicate sort of kiss. His white gloved hand gently cupped her cheek, pulling her closer to him and pressing a little harder. Her sight was blurring and she eventually closed her eyes. Marinette unconsciously let go of her blanket and wrapped her arms around Chat's neck, fully accepting the moment.

Oh, how Chat Blanc found her beautiful. His mind couldn't focus when he was around her, and it most definitely wasn't the akuma doing the talking. The way her sky blue eyes sparkled with excitement whenever she spoke about a certain design or how her smile always seemed to light up the room always seemed to light a spark inside his chest. She was like a lighthouse on a stormy night, and he, a lone sailor out a sea. She was a beacon of hope, and he would be hopeless without her.

After a silent while, the two finally pulled away. Her cheeks were painted with pink, as if picked from the most delicate of paints. She burned to the touch as if she were aflame. Marinette looked away from him, seeming to feel embarrassed. "What's wrong?" Chat chuckled, stroking her hair, "How are you feline?"

"Oh my gosh, Chat," She rolled her eyes even in that moment, "Even akumatized your puns are still terrible."

He laughed again, pressing his forehead against hers. Their breaths mingled, and he entwined his fingers with hers. "You know..." He whispered against her ear, and she shivered at the sound, "I thought happiness started with an H."

She frowned, confused by his words. "It does."

Chat continued to laugh as he pecked her cheek quickly, catching her off guard and she flushed a deep red. She pushed him away and he responded by taking the initiative and wrapping his arms around her small waist. "Then why does my happiness start with you?"

"You're kidding me-," Marinette tried to say but was cut off yet again with another kiss. This time, it was rougher and harder, and she flinched at his aggressive approach. It was like a switch was flipped inside of him. Chat Blanc snuck a hand between her shoulderblades and pushed her forward, deepening the kiss. (911 HELP I REPEAT HELP I AM NOT CAPABLE OF SINNING THIS MUCH) Feeling her soft lips without hesitation, (AHHHHHHH) his tongue slowly darted out and carefully swept over her lower lip (FUDGE THIS SHIP I'M SCREAMING SILENTLY). A light taste of strawberry from her chapstick only caused him to press on. She was hesitant at first, but parted her lips to fully accept the greedy cat.

(WHY DID I AGREE TO THIS)

Chat pressed on, trying to convey how he was feeling; how he wanted so much more. The arm around her waist tightened. He kissed her harder, harder, and harder. He wanted her to understand; to know that she was everything he ever wanted. He wanted to know her better than he already did through every kiss, every touch, and every breath.

Marinette pushed him away again by two palms against his chest, trying to get a breath of air. While she was doing so, Chat lifted her chin and carefully kissed her jawline as if she were fragile, ready to break. She could've been, if he wanted to be more passionate. And he definitely did, but he had to remember her feelings as well. Her fingers raked through his silky, blonde hair, tightening whenever it felt right. He left a trail of kisses down the side of her neck, and a quiet moan pushed past her half parted lips. How he wanted to hear that sound again. It left shudders of ecstasy tumbling down his back. It was cute of how she was trying to hold it in so her parents couldn't hear, but that only gave Chat the more reason to hear her again.

(WHY AM I WRITING SO MUCH I'M ON A ROLL THAT I DON'T WANT TO BE ON)

He pushed a dark strand of hair out of the way, and gently kissed above her earlobe where her earring was. Another moan escaped, and he intended of getting more. He murmured in her ear, "I love you, Princess."

"...I love you."

The three words were barely audible, but he caught them. He leaned back to look at her adorable, bright red face and tilted his head sideways, a grin sneaking past his cheek, "What was that, Princess?"

Marinette wrinkled her nose in frustration, fully aware of Chat Blanc's motives. "I love you, you dumb cat."

"And do you have any evidence to support your statement?" He slyly smiled at the girl. Her eyes dropped to his lips involuntarily, and it seemed like he understood. She swiftly grabbed the golden bell dangling from his neck and yanked him towards her, planting their third kiss onto his mouth. She took the lead this time, plunging her own tongue against his and cautiously sucking against his lips. He reciprocated the action. Their noses bumped against each other in the process, and Chat was able to spot the light spray of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She is so adorable, he thought to himself, I'm so glad she's mine.

Mine.

A word Chat has been wanting to say since forever. And now he finally could. The thought echoed in his head and ran through his body, pounding against his heart.

Mine,

Mine,

Mine.

He laughed against their kiss with delight, and she pulled away uncertainty, "Did I do something wrong?" Marinette asked worriedly with fear flashing briefly over her beautiful, disheveled face.

"Absolutely not," Chat Blanc stroked the side of her delicate face.

"Then what is it?"

He gave her a gentle and tender kiss against her forehead, "You didn't do anything wrong, but I was wrong for not taking you as mine sooner."