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"Oh, Chat Noir, you're so majestic!"

"Chat Noir, I wish you would visit me!"

"Chat! Chat Noir, sign my arm!"

"No! Sign my picture!"

"He's going to sign my hand first!"

Marinette stared at the ten or so fangirls that surrounded her partner with amusement. He was clearly uncomfortable- her poor kitty of a boyfriend- and was looking for a way out.

Would she help him? Nah, this would be payback for playing with her expensive, special yarn.

But then one of the girls had the gall to try and kiss Chat Noir on the lips.

The. Lips.

HER kitty's lips.

A surge of jealousy washed over her and Marinette froze, taken aback by the foreign feeling.

True, they had only been dating for a few months now, but this is the only time that she had felt something like that for her boyfriend.

"Come on, kitty." One of the girls said. "Why don't you come hang out with us?"

"Actually, I-"

"We insist…" One of the girls gripped him around his neck, holding on tightly.

"Ladies, I really have to go-"

"But we want you to stay with us!" One of them whined, clinging onto his arm.

Marinette twitched.

"Oh, you're so strong, Chat Noir." One of the girls swooned. "Can you show us how strong you are?"

Another twitch.

"You don't need to see- you can feel it!" One of the girls said, holding onto his other arm.

An idea flashed in Marinette's mind and she smirked.

The jealousy-induced plan would definitely work.

She'd just have to face the consequences later.

She walked her way over to him, swaying her hips only slightly as she walked forward, and then promptly pushed one of the girls out of the way. The girl caught herself before she completely fell, and Chat Noir relaxed with relief.

Marinette smirked, walking closer to him.

"Chaton, what's taking so long?" She asked, staring up at him with wide eyes. To a stranger, she would be making puppy eyes, but to Chat… she knew he could see her plan as clear as day.

He smirked.

"Just entertaining some fans before I run off to you, Princess." He said with a flirtatious wink, prying the girls off of his arms and neck. Several of the girls gasped, looking between them, shocked.

"How much longer, Chat? It's not fun waiting for you." She whined. He leaned down, close to her face.

"We could go right now, my little lady." He said in a low whisper. "Shall we?" He held out a hand to her, and she took it, allowing him to wrap an arm around her waist.

"Why thank you, kitty." She said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Sorry, ladies." He said to the gawking fangirls. "This cat's not single." Then he took out his baton and extended it, and soon they were flying across the rooftops. Squeals and screams echoed from where they once were, but neither cared.

Marinette knew she was going to get a hounding from Alya the next day, but she had to make a point- a fact to every single Chat Noir fangirl in Paris.

That single fact?

Chat Noir was hers.

"Movie and croissants at my place again?" She asked. Chat Noir chuckled.

"There's no place I'd rather be, princess." He then smirked. "No place I'd rather be~!"

Marinette smacked him upside the head.

"Me-owch!"

"Bad kitty."