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“Close your eyes,” Marinette says, biting her tongue on a grin. It’s cute. She’s so fucking cute. Chat can’t help but be completely enamored by her, no matter what form he’s in, but it’s particularly strong whenever he visits her as Chat. He gets to see a whole new side to her that Adrien is not privy to.
(Most days Adrien is so viciously jealous of Chat it’s hard to breathe, hard to be in his own skin, but around Marinette it all fades away under her playful coercement.)
“Or what?” Chat challenges back, grinning back as devilishly as he can. They’re both sitting on the floor in her bedroom, cross legged. The clock read 2:01 last time he checked, but Marinette makes no move to kick him out, and he’s not tired enough to go home yet. Tired enough that he’s punch drunk, laughing at almost everything Marinette says, but not tired enough to brave his huge, empty house just yet.
Chat leans back, supporting himself by his hands and watches her gleefully. Marinette rolls her eyes, dangling a bag of jellybeans tantalizingly in one hand.
“Or I blindfold you, you cheater.”
“Kinky,” Chat replies automatically, letting his eyebrows bounce up and down suggestively.
On cue, Marinette groans, rolling her eyes. “Don’t be gross,” she admonishes, smacking his shoulder lightly with one hand. “Close your eyes,” she orders more firmly.
Chat obeys. “Makes me all tingly when you take control like th-”
“Oh my god, shut up! Or-or you don’t get any jellybeans!”
Chat falls to the floor dramatically. “No jellybeans? No jellybeans for Chat?”
“Chaaaaat.”
“Jail for Marinette, jail for a thousand years-!”
Marinette collapses on the floor next to him in a fit of giggles. Her head is almost on his shoulder and he gets a bit of her hair in his mouth. Chat wraps an arm around her comfortably. “I’m telling you, they’re different flavors,” he says.
Marinette hums, agreeably wiggling into his side. “Then why won’t you close your eyes!”
“Because you-” he pokes her between her ribs. She squawks in outrage, swatting his hand away, “-play dirty, Dupain-Cheng. How do I know you aren’t going to feed me the same flavor twice?”
“Then you’ll just tell me it’s the same flavor twice,” she shoots back. “Unless, of course, you’re worried that they are all, in fact, the same flavor.”
“Fine!” He throws his hands up in the air, jostling her slightly. “Game on. Do your worst.”
He shuts his eyes. The paper bag makes a rustling sound as Marinette pulls a candy out. “Open up,” she coos, taping his nose with one finger.
“I could make sooo many jo-mhpuh-”
Marinette cuts him off by messily shoving a jellybean into his mouth. He chews it thoughtfully for a moment. “Strawberry,” he settles on, at last.
“Hmmm.”
There’s more rustling. Marienette drops another candy into his waiting mouth. He takes another moment before he determines: “Lime!”
“Hmph.” Marinette flops back down next to him again. “Okay, so maybe you’re right.” Chat opens his eyes to find her pouting.
“Wanna say that again, maybe a little louder?”
“Sod off,” she shoots back, shoving his shoulder. “I won’t say it again.”
“Okay, fine.”
“Fine!”
“Whatever.” Chat crosses his arms petulant. Then, “Do I get more candy?”
“Pfhhhpppbt.” Marinette picks out a piece and throws it at his face.
“Hey!”
She does it again, face stern, but dissolves into snickers as he catches her wrists in his hands. “Stop, stop, Mari!”
Marinette collapses into his shoulder, laughing loudly. Chat shushes her, worried about her parents, but she waves him off. “Whatever, I didn’t want anymore anyway,” she says, handing him the bag. “Not spicy enough for me.”
“Shocker. Jellybeans aren’t spicy. Who’d have thought.” Chat shoves his hand into the bag and stuffs a handful into his mouth.
“Everything should be spicier,” Marinette replies haughtily. She wrinkles her nose as Chat starts chewing with his mouth open.
“Uh, everything should be sweeter.”
“That’s white people propaganda.” She snatches the bag back. “And that’s enough sugar for you, mangy cat.”
Chat sticks his tongue out. “Whatever. You’ll give me more later.”
“Will not.”
“Will to! I’m your favorite,” he reasons, stretching languidly.
She rolls her eyes again, but doesn’t deny it. Chat feels a swell of unadulterated affection swell in him. He scoots across the floor until they’re shoulder to shoulder again.
“Hey, Mari.”
“Mm.”
“Marinette.”
She sighs.
“Princess.”
“Chat-”
“Can I has one jellybaby? One wittle jwelly-bwaby-”
“Stoooop-” she whisper-shrieks, “Shut-”
“Marwienette wants to give Ch-wat a jwelly-bwa-”
Marinette throws the bag at him. It bounces off his head and hits her desk loudly. The two of them freeze, listening to see if they’ve awoken her parents.
Then,
Marinette snickers.
Chat bursts into laughter.
“Oh my god-”
“Chat would you just shush for like two min-”
“Or what, you’ll-?”
“I’ll make you,” she confirms.
He grins. “Kink-”
Marinette tackles him.