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Chat sashayed across the office with a rose between his lips, his eyes playful, set on his princess. The music played in the background, an Elvis song. This one had a catchy chorus that sang “Ain’t that lovin’ you baby.” As the melody neared its apex, Chat swayed all the more, strutting himself across the room with a kind of playful but romantic poise as his model self began to show.
They were in the uppermost office in the Tour Montparnasse, Marinette sitting with her back to the bank of windows. Chat grabbed his tail, swinging it around as he continued his dance, sending Marinette into a sea of giggles. He bit his lip and gave a soft and passionate meow, dropping the rose as the lyrics sang, “if you gave me nine lives like a Tommy cat, I’d give ‘em all to you and never take one back.”
And with that, the cat pounced. He pulled his princess into a deep kiss as the lyrics sang in the background. The sun set behind them as the song finished, Elvis singing, “I’m goin’ downtown, but I’ll be kissin’ your lips before the sun goes down.”
When they pulled away, Marinette tapped his nose, giggling “silly kitty.”
“You know you love me,” he purred as she giggled in reply. He lifted her into his arms, walking to the other end of the room.
Marinette leaned in, ear to his chest. Oh, how she loved to hear him purr. It made her heart flutter all the more when she reminded herself of how the purring was because of her. His purring was for her alone because he was her kitty. She looked up at him, admiring his every movement.
Chat pressed the down button to call the elevator before looking down into the eyes of his princess. He loved the warm love that he always saw reflecting in those blue eyes. He nestled his chin in her dark hair, a simple yet love-filled expression that was all too familiar to Marinette.
The doors opened, and Chat Noir carried his lady into the elevator. Marinette poked his bell with a devious smile that Chat only returned as he gave her a wink. He then sank his teeth into her right scrunchie, carefully pulling it off with a playful growl as Marinette gasped. He bit the edge of the other and pulled it off of her pigtail as he ran his gloved hand through her hair.
She nestled close to him, running her hand over his leather-clad chest. With him, she always felt safe. Her secret identity didn’t matter when she was with him as her true self. Sure, she kept the city safe from Hawkmoth, Mayura, and the akumatized crew, whoever they may be at any given time, and her guardian duties always superseded anything, but with him, everything would always be ok because she would always be his lady just as he would always be her kitty.
Chat sat on the floor of the elevator, Marinette curling up on his chest, content in his arms. He continued running his fingers through her hair as he drank in her scent, knowing he was the happiest cat on the planet.
After a while of silence as they lay there on the floor, Marinette finally spoke. “I guess we should select a floor,” she said with a slight giggle.
“Do we have to?”
She chuckled. “Trust me, I would love to stay in your arms, but I do need to get home so I don’t have to explain you to my parents,” she said, playfully poking him, “and we need to be careful being together for too long in public.” She tapped his nose and traced down his face with a giggle and nose scrunch.
Chat groaned, pulling her into a longing kiss. Marinette knew how needy her kitty was, but it was always so adorable. She giggled into the kiss, realizing once again that she was always the strong one in the relationship, the one in charge that no one would have guessed.
. . .
Chat kissed her goodbye at the lobby doors, watching as she exited into the night. He ran to the stairwell, catapulting himself up the middle of the circular stair bank ten floors at a time. Sure, they couldn’t be seen together in public, but he was just a black cat in the night, blending into the darkness. He had to make sure his princess made it home safe.
Marinette walked on, aware of the presence of her kitty on the rooftop behind her. Tonight would be just like all the other nights—Chat would follow until she was safe at home, and she would play innocent as to the presence of the stalking kitty.
She hurried down the street in the illumination of the street lamps. After a few blocks, she walked down the steps into the subway station.
“Tikki, spots on!” she shouted after safely hiding around the corner. She swung through the train tunnel to the next stop, hurrying to ensure exiting out of view of her kitty in the city above. Once she arrived at the next stop, she swung out into the night, positioning herself casually on a rooftop, ready to spot her kitty as he headed to Marinette’s normal subway destination next to her house.
As usual, Chat came flying atop the rooftops a good quarter of a mile away. Ladybug swung over to conveniently catch him.
“Hey, there, kitty,” she said, landing beside him on the rooftop adjacent to Marinette’s house.
“Hey, Bugginette,” he replied. “I take it you’re out on patrol again?”
“Yep, the city seems to be quiet tonight.”
“Yeah, it does. Good for us, though,” he winked.
“So I take it you’re stalking your girlfriend again?”
Chat’s jaw dropped, stunned. “I have . . . no idea . . . what you’re talking about . . .” he trailed.
“Oh, come on, I see you here every night when I’m on patrol, and you just so happen to be right outside her house,” she joked.
“How did you know who she was though? There’s got to be a ton of Marinette’s in the whole city . . .”
“I have my ways,” she said, returning his previous wink.
“Well, I just feel I have to protect my purr-incess,” he said with his own purr.
“Oh, you two must be adorable together,” she said, feigning surprise.
“She’s adorable,” he said, stricken by his own imaginations.
Ladybug giggled. “I don’t mean to be a stalker, myself, but I am just so happy for you, Chat.” He took a moment before mentally registering her words, still frozen by his own fascinations with his new lady, the very woman he lived for, his only prize in his entire posh life.
“Thank you, Ladybug, I know I definitely don’t deserve her, and I consider myself the luckiest man on the planet to have such an amazing woman love me back,” he finally said with tears in his eyes.
Ladybug turned away, averting her view, attempting to hide the wells pooling, threatening a massive flood. “Don’t say stuff like that, Chat.”
“Why? It’s only the truth . . .”
“Because you should know your worth as I do, kitty. You are so amazing, and I’m certain Marinette feels the exact same way for you as you do her,” she said with a tear-flooded face, pulling him into a friendly hug as she resisted the urge to kiss him and wipe all his tears away with soothing words, telling him all about her feelings for him.
After a few moments of silence in each other’s embrace, Ladybug let him go, pulling away. “Marinette will probably be back soon, won’t she?”
Chat nodded. “And I’ll be here in the shadows, watching . . . as always,” he winked, chuckling.
“I know my kitty probably more than he knows himself,” she joked, smirking, and with that, she swung away into the night . . . . . and into the subway station around the corner.
Marinette came out of the subway a moment later, headed straight to her house, looking completely oblivious to the rooftop conversation.
Chat blew her a goodnight kiss as she closed the door behind her. It didn’t matter whether she knew he was there. He leapt away, headed back home to his rich, boring life.
Unbeknownst to either of them, however, a certain blue bird sat watching from the top of the park carousel. As soon as Chat leapt away, the bird disappeared without a trace.