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“Hey, kitty… I’m starting to think our balcony rendez-vous’s have been getting more and more common as the weeks go on.”
Chat Noir stuttered out some vague kerfuffle of sounds that typically would come from the mouth of an awkward teenage boy. Marinette let out a light chuckle.
“I mean, I’m not complaining!”
Chat Noir felt a slight blush arise on his cheekbones. Marinette noticed it, but even with the confidence she had gained in this past little while, she still shrugged it off, blaming it on the cold.
She continued, “So. What actually brings you back here today?”
Finally, some sense kicked into Chat Noir. He quickly regained his almost-slouching composure, licked that damn drool off his chin, and out of habit, ran his hand through his hair a couple of times.
"Can’t I just want to hang out with you? There’s no ulterior motive, sweetheart.”
Now, this was Marinette’s turn to blush. And boy, did she blush. A deep red practically covered her entire face.
She tremored out, “I know, I know. I was just teasing you, Chat Noir -”
Marinette suddenly stopped herself from finishing that sentence. It was too repetitive: being her insecure, shy self. So, throwing away the nerves she’d been feeling, she decided to do something a little bit differently this time. She paused, coyly batted her eyelashes, and then continued on speaking, “But we have got to stop meeting like this.”
Chat’s eyes glimmered for a split second before a large smirk grew on his face. He moved his body closer to Marinette’s and there they were, standing in the center of her balcony, with bright stars shining up above them, lighting up the night sky.
“But…what if our balcony rendez-vous’s make me happy. Very happy,” he took a strand of Marinette’s hair and brushed it behind her ear. She shivered as she felt his breath on her neck as he continued on, now whispering, “Do you know what else makes me happy, Marinette?”
Marinette looked up at Chat Noir, expecting to feel nervous. She knew what he was about to do. It’s been brewing for weeks now. But instead of feeling nervous, she felt confident. She couldn’t believe it herself. For once in her life, she felt confident. For once in her life, a boy’s made her feel confident, and of course, that boy happens to be Chat Noir.
And so, she gave him a small smile, with slight mischief in her bluebell-coloured eyes, and softly draped her hands around the sides of his neck. Her entire body was very very close to him now.
“Hmm… I don’t know, kitty. I’m thinking of something - something very very nice - but I’m not exactly sure if it’s what you’re thinking of.”
“Why don’t you show me, babydoll?”
Marinette looked directly into Chat’s green eyes, growing darker and darker each second. She gulped down her fear and brought her chin up to his. She closed her eyes and it happened. It finally happened. Oh how she enjoyed his surprisingly rough lips pressed up on her soft ones. She deepened the kiss even further, and she felt his smile as she kept on kissing him. Her hands were in his hair and his hands were on her hips and neither of them wanted to break apart.
Eventually, they did. Both of them were in slight shock when they broke apart. Chat Noir’s mouth was still agape and Marinette’s pupils had completely widened. And they just stared at each other. In silence. And out of breath. Neither of them moved.
Marinette was the first one to break the silence.
She drew out coyly, “Was I right?”
Adrien smirked, and replied, still slightly out of breath, “Yes, princess, you were very, very right.”
And with his hands still around Marinette’s waist, he slowly pulled her in closer all over again, and delicately planted his lips on top of hers. He rejoiced at this new emotion he seemed to be feeling: longing. He’d been longing for this for so long and now that he finally had it. He wanted to savour this beautiful moment - and this beautiful girl - for a very, very long time...