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Marinette sneezed and fell on top of Chat, who had stayed over the night before. She had to help him up to her bed, and instead of sleeping on the chaise, she decided that snuggling up to a sick Chat at night would be a smart idea.

She regrets it.

"Did I get you sick, my Princess?" Chat snickered as he lifted her off of his chest. He looked at her slightly red nose and the dark purple bags under her eyes. His bratty attitude was short lived as he broke into a fit of coughs.

"What do you think, you stupid cat?" She narrowed her blue eyes at him and placed her hands on his chest and forced herself up. Chat let out a grunt from the newly applied pressure.

"Aw, come on Princess. Cuddle with me a little longer. You're already sick, so it won't make a difference anyways." Marinette scowled at the leather clad boy.

"I'm sick because of you. What would make you think that I'd stay to cuddle?" She scoffed and began to shrug the covers off of her body. She was wearing fuzzy black pajama bottoms and an oversized shirt that she had no clue where she got.

But Chat did.

He snickered to himself at the black tee. It was actually his. He snuck into her room one night and placed at least 7 different shirts in her pajama drawer. He was Adrien Agreste, he could afford to buy some more.

"Come on. Please?" Chat gave her the best puppy eyes he could. The girl on top of him was shifting as she stared at his gaze. He placed his gloved hands on top of hers causing Marinette to blush before sighing reluctantly.

"Fine..." She huffed. As soon as she said that word, Chat wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back into his chest.

"That's better." He let out a deep breath and nuzzled the top of her head affectionately. He tried to ignore his pounding heart but eventually gave up and closed his eyes. He missed this warmth, the warmth he used to get from Marinette. And now that it was back, he never wanted to let it go. Or her, for that matter.

"I know you don't remember Princess but, I love you. I still love you. Oh god, am I in love with you..." Marinette's head lifted as she met his eyes. Her eyes were a little watery and she had a few creases on her forehead.

"I am so in love with you, it almost seems criminal... And I know somewhere in your heart, you are still in love with me." Marinette didn't move as Chat leaned forward. With his head lifted above the pillow he was previously using, his lips pressed against hers. His hand snaked its way into her dark blue hair, holding her closer to him. His arm tightened around her, pressing her stomach flat on his and his hand slithered to her hip, squeezing it lightly.

"I am in love with you Marinette. So god damn in love." He whispered as he pulled away, letting his head rest on the pillow once more. The hand that was wound in her hair made its way to her cheek. Marinette was weakly holding herself above him and was panting slightly. She licked her lips before ducking her head down to meet his lips again. Chat's heart raced and his eyes widened. He certainly didn't expect her to initiate another kiss, not that he was complaining.

He quickly regained his composure and closed his eyes as he began to kiss her back. He felt Marinette move, so she was now in a straddling position. He moved the hand that wasn't on her cheek down to her hip, slowly trickling its way and trailing his claws softly against her side as the sneaky hand moved.

Marinette's hair made a curtain around their faces, making the scene more intimate. A small little room created by her beautiful dark blue hair just for the two of them, no one else. Then, Marinette did something that caught Chat off guard. She bit his lip softly.

His eyes widened as he looked at the girl. Her eyes were still closed and he could feel the smirk that she was wearing as she continued to kiss him. He grinned back, and decided to get revenge on her.

He kissed her back deeply and swiped his tongue against her bottom lip, which she immediately gave him access to enter. As he distracted her with his tongue, his left hand sneaked it's way from her hip down to her arse and gave it a quick squeeze.

He grinned in satisfaction at her reaction. She gasped in surprise and drew away from him. The two teens panted heavily as they stared at each other, sky blue pouring into grass green.

"Gotcha." Chat breathlessly said before placing his lips on hers once more.

He felt Marinette giggle underneath him.

"Mari, that's so unfair." He whined like a toddler. "You can't do this to me." He licked his lips as he debated over whether or not to say what he was thinking. He finally decided to say what was on his mind.

"I love you Mari..." He said, out of breath, as he slumped over the tired girl.

"I love you too..." She sighed. The two were panting heavily as Chat held onto Marinette, afraid that this was a dream and when he woke up she would be gone.

"I'm so glad you do."

"Marinette! Alya is here!" Sabine called from downstairs, completely oblivious to what her daughter had just done with one of Paris's famous superheroes.

"I should go." Chat sighed in annoyance. Alya had perfect timing, as usual. He planted one last kiss on Marinette's swollen lips.

"Bye Princess, I'll be back tomorrow."

"Bye..." Chat felt her eyes on him as he leapt through her trapdoor and left to his house.

Until next time, peace!