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It started with a kiss on the cheek.
Simple. Sweet. Nothing to make a big deal about.
Except that his heart stuttered, then proceeded to pound right out of his chest.
Her smile could kill, he realized, as she aimed it at him.
He touched his cheek, hoping to feel the imprint of her lips a little bit longer.
“What’s wrong, Kitty? You’ve never been kissed before?” Her voice teased at his senses, tantalizing him with a warmth he craved to experience every day of his life.
His flirtatious nature fled. All he had left was spluttering and stammering to carry him.
“Of course, I’ve been kissed before. Look at me. I’m pawsitively irresistible.”
Warmth flooded his cheeks. Embarrassment had painted him a rosy shade from the tips of his ears to the apples of his cheeks. Did he really say that out loud and to Marinette of all people? Could he possibly embarrass himself more?
She giggled, shaking her head at him. “Silly kitty.”
Her lips brushed his cheek again as she passed his spot on her chaise.
He pretended to cough, his clawed gloves moving to cover his overheated cheeks.
Another giggle escaped her. Clearly, he hadn’t fooled her one bit.
“How did I not know you were so mean, princess? I feel like I should’ve seen the signs before now,” he grumbled, doing his best to tamp down his amusement.
Her smile widened. “Such kind words from my fair Kitty. I should send you away before you make me swoon.”
Laughter rumbled from his chest.
“If I truly had that power, princess, then I would be the luckiest cat in the world,” he murmured. “I know you wouldn’t swoon just for anyone but someone very special indeed.”
She sank next to him, their sides touching from shoulder to hip. Her eyes remained locked on her hands as they fidgeted in her lap.
It hit him she’d heard his soft words.
He opened his mouth to apologize, but he never got the chance.
Her lips covered his, locking them in a kiss.
She pulled back after a moment, her eyes downcast. “Sorry. I should’ve asked first or at least warned you I was about to do that.”
“No. Don’t apologize. I liked it.” He brought his hand up to rest under her chin, urging her face upward so their eyes would meet. When they did, he asked, “May I kiss you this time?”
She nodded, a small smile peeking out.
He leaned in and brushed his lips over hers. Repeating the teasing gesture, he finally brought their lips together, sealing his over hers and tasting the elusiveness that was Marinette. Raspberries with a hint of cream. A blend he wouldn’t soon forget, he imagined.
When he left much later than he should’ve, he did so with a skip to his step and a heart floating lighter than it had in a long time.
Who knew a simple kiss on the cheek would lead to so much more?