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Marinette pressed into Chat Noir’s back, wrapping her arms around his torso as she did. He stiffened under her touch, but did not attempt to escape the iron like grip she put him in. Her fingers found the curve of his waist and rubbed soothing patterns into the abdominal muscle, waiting. Even though they resided on the female’s balcony, and the night was still young with the sounds of the street below, everything fell dead silent as soon as Chat opened his mouth to speak.
“Marinette…what are you doing?” His tongue dragged the words out slowly, like it was made of sandpaper. Such forward behavior from Mari was rare, especially considering their friendship and boundaries both of them mutually agreed to keep in check. What changed?
“What do you mean?” Marinette let out a shaky laugh, which reverberated up his spine. “Can’t pals hug pals?”
Despite the friendly connotation of the reply, the back hug did not feel as casual as she wanted him to think. It was intimate, the way she continuously caressed his sides and breathed like she was taking in the scent of him.
It almost seemed like she was searching for reassurance.
“Princess, why are you really hugging me?” Chat moved his hands to grasp her forearms, gently tugging.
“Because your back looked lonely and I was being the ever so doting friend I am.” There it was again. She murmured friendly words to him in a not so friendly situation. Marinette gave Adrien some leeway, and stared at him in surprise when he spun on his heel to face her, still holding onto his lower back.
“Are you sure?” Chat encapsulated her chin, brushing a claw on a very pink bottom lip. “Because this doesn’t feel like you meant it that way.” His other hand rested on her hip, talons digging into the soft fabric of her cardigan.
He couldn’t claim he didn’t enjoy watching Marinette squirm under his smoldering gaze, nor deny the quickening of his pulse as she peered back at him with those alluring, stormy blue eyes. Anyone could get lost in the ocean of that stare.
“Well, Chat Noir…” Marinette dared to lean upwards, breasts finding home on the firm pecks of his suit. “What do you think it feels like?” Her breath fanned across his neck, eliciting a small gasp from the feline superhero.
Chat took a moment to compose himself, even closing his eyes and sighing deeply, before opening them slowly and flashing a confident smirk.
“How about I show you, princess?”
Chat stooped down and met Marinette’s lips halfway.