Day One: Cuddling
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There were laughs and giggles, fingers tickling places that never wanted to be touched, one girl on top of the other, topless and wearing only panties.

“Mari!” Alya breathed, trying to fight the hands that were tickling her from above. “Stop it!” There were more tickles until Alya managed to get the upper hand, flipping them over. Alya sat on her hips and Marinette looked up at her, a smile on her lips. 

“Aw, you’re no fun.” She sang, her hands going to Alya’s hips. Alya huffed, blowing some hair out of her face.

“Well, I never imagined that your version of ‘Netflix and Chill’ would include tickles.” Marinette massaged Alya’s hips, looking up at her smugly.

“Would you rather I finish up and leave, like a cheap date?” She asked.

“Unless there’s an akuma, maybe. If not, you’re not allowed to leave.” Alya laid on Marinette, the squish and the warmth of each other’s boobs giving them comfort and slight arousal. Their legs were tangled with each other’s and they breathed each other in.

“I wouldn’t leave anyways.” Marinette hummed, one hand trailing up Alya’s back while the other tangled into her curls. Alya tucked herself under Marinette’s chin, her face into her neck. It was them relishing in their company, until Alya started to kiss her neck.

“Alya,” Marinette hummed. “What are you doing?” Alya didn’t answer, her tongue swiping across the warm sweet skin. Warmth started to grow between Marinette’s legs and she couldn’t close her legs, as Alya was between her.

“Something wrong Mari?” Alya questioned. Marinette could hear the smile in her voice and she rolled her eyes. Marinette’s hand trailed down Alya’s back and over her bottom, giving it a squeeze. The fabric was silky in her hand and she loved the feel of it. Especially the ladybug theme of them.

“I don’t know, you tell me baby.” Marinette’s fingers trailed underneath Alya’s panties and gave another generous squeeze. Alya gave a little groan and she leaned onto an arm, glancing down at Mari.

“Do you have to be such an ass?” Marinette blinked and Alya’s smirk only grew wider.

“Did you just pun?” Marinette sat up, making Alya sit up as well.

“Maybe.” She sang.

“I already have to deal with Chat Noir doing puns, now you?” Her hands went to Alya’s stomach and she started tickling her, making Alya roll off of her. Marinette straddled her again and the tickling continued, until Alya started threatening she was going to pee herself.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Alya gasped as she came down from her laughter. Marinette hummed, going into the position that Alya had been in before.

“I suppose I still love you.” She sighed. Alya chuckled.

“I love you Marinette.”