Marinette turned her attention back to Alya, away from the skylight.

"Wait, like a cute kitten?" Alya stood up, walking in the driection of Marinette.

Marinette shook her head, glancing back up to see Chat smirking down at her. "No, just a mangy black cat. Who knows, it probably has rabies." She said the last part slightly louder, really hoping her could hear her through the glass.

Alya raised an eyebrow. "It could still be cute." She suggested.

Marinette shrugged. "Nah." She stretched her arms over her head and faked a yawn. "It is pretty late though." She didn't want to kick Alya out, but, she also needed to deal with the current cat situation.

Alya pulled out her phone, the ladybug accesory jangling. "Yeah, I should probably head home. Gotta get some shut eye for that physics test tomorrow." She winked to which Marinette rolled her eyes.

Marinette smiled, waving as she turned to leave. "See you tomorrow." She called after her.

"Bye, Girl." She said before finally exiting her room.

Marinette let out a sigh of relief. Feeling a slight twang of guilt for lying to her friend. She waited another moment, ensuring Alya wouldn't come back in before turning her attention back to the stray kitty that decided to pay her a visit.

Reaching up, she pushed open the hatch. "Are you lost, kitty?" She cooed as if talking to a real cat.

A grin spread across Chats lips as he leaned his head into the room, his face dangerously close to hers. "Only in your eyes, princess." He crooned.

Princess, That was new. She smiled at the new nickname before taking a step back, allowing room for Chat Noir to enter.

He gracefully slid though the hatch to stand next to her. "What are you doing here so late?" She asked, sitting down on the edge of her bed.

Chat reached up to scratch the back of his neck. "I was thinking, we should probably talk."

Marinette nodded. "You mean like how I tried to talk earlier." She said in a light teasing tone, smirking up at him.

She watched as a faint blush painted across his cheeks. "Yeah…" He flashed a bashful smile. Chat sat down on the bed next to her. Both their weights on the soft matress caused them to slide slightly closer than they initially intended.

"We don't really know eachother, do we?" Chat said, his eyes looking around her room.

Well, not as much as you think, she thought to herself. Marinette shook her head. "No, not really."

Chat sighed. "We should probably fix that, if we want to be together." Immedietly as he said that his eyes widened. "Th-that's if you want to be together. D-do you?" He rushed the last part out, tripping over his own words.

She let out a light hearted laugh. She had never seen him so flustered before, it was cute. "If by be together, you mean in a relationship, then yeah. And, I'd love to get to know you more."

Chat's shoulders physicaly relaxed. "Cool." He smiled softly. His eyes began traveling around her room. "Your rooms nice, I didn't get a good look in here earlier." He said as he examined the expance of her bedroom. He turned his head to look at the corkboard next to her bed, his eyes widening.

Oh no, She wasn't expecting a guy to be in her room. The board next to her bed was covered in pictures and magazine cutouts of Adrien. Crap, She fought the urdge to reach up and throw the cork board across the room.

"Haha," Chat chuckled as he looked at the pictures. His eyes crinkled as a sweet smile cracked across his features. He wasn't weirded out? "Do you have a crush on this guy or something?" His voice was soft and playful.

She bit down on the inside of her lip. "I-I used to, a while ago. Those are pretty old, I never got to taking them down." She hoped he wouldn't realize that one of those pictures was from this weeks fashion magazine. "You aren't freaked out?"

Relief washed over her when he shook his head. He turned his gaze back to her. "I think it's cute. Besides, who hasn't had a thing for a model in a magazine."

She smiled back at him, feeling herself relax in his presence. "Yeah…"

"So, you like fashion?" He gestured over to her sewing machine next to a buch of design sheets.

Marinette nodded vigorously. "Yeah, after high school, I wanna try and get an internship with a fashion company. Maybe even with Gabriel Agreste."

His eyes didn't leave hers the entire time she was speaking. "That's so cool." He grinned.

She felt a blush rising to her cheeks. "W-what do you do? Like, do you have any hobbies?" She didn't know much about Chat Noir. He keeps his personal life a secret from Ladybug.

He shrugged. "I like fencing, and I work a part time job. The future though…" His voice trailed off. "I don't know. I guess I'll figure that out when I get there." There was a brief silence before he continued. "I'll definitaly still be saving Paris as a badass super hero." An agrogant smile flashed across his face.

She smiled back, leaning back against the wall. "Paris wouldn't know what to do without Ladybug and Chat Noir."

He chuckled. "Are you pandering to my ego, princess?" His voice had slipped backed into it's usual cocky tone.

"Maybe just a little." She teased playfully.

Chat scooted further onto her bed, sitting crosslegged facing her. "And to think, you called be a mangy alley cat." So he could hear her.

She laughed a breathy chuckle. "Hey, no one can deny the cuteness of a stray. There's something about their innocent wide eyes that makes you want to take them home and love them."

He leaned towards her. "I don't know about the innocent part, but I am pretty cute." His voice lulled.

She sat on her knees, leaning towards him. Her hands pressed into the soft fabric of her blanket, her fingertips brushing his legs. "Hmmm, Cute doesn't fit you quite right." Marinette put her face close infront of Chats. Her nose just milimeters from his. "No, cute's not the right word."

He stayed put in the closeness, not leaning back. If anything, he leaned just a bit forward as well. "And what word would you use, Princess?"

She grinned, pecking one gentle kiss on his lips before pulling back. "Mangey." She teased, sitting back down on the bed.

Chat scoffed. "Mangey!" He mocked offense. He moved onto his knees, crawling closer to Marinette. "I'll have you know, Marinette, I am far from mangey." He was now hovering over her, his face inches away from her.

She grinned up at him, quite comfortable with the new found closeness. "Maybe, you are.'' She leaned into him. "Maybe the word you're looking for is," She pecked a kiss on his nose. "Handsome." She pressed her lips to his cheek. "Hot." She pressed a light, yet slightly longer kiss on his lips. "Sexy."

Chat grinned, clearly happy with the flirts. "And, I'd say you're pretty." He copied her earlier movements, pressing his lips genlty on her nose. "Beautiful." A kiss now on her cheek. "And damn sexy." He pushed his lips onto her mouth.

This kiss wasn't a peck. It was long and hot. His arms were on her torso as she tangled her fingers in his hair. His knees were on either side of her, holding her in place. The action of kissing him was becoming familiar, automatic, but far from boring. If anything, Marinette became more electrically charged each time she pressed her lips onto his.

She pulled her mouth off of his, a bit of saliva trailed down her chin. "I thought we were supposed to be getting to know eachother." She panted, her heart hammering in her ears like a drum.

Chat smirked, his fingers tickling along her ribcage through the fabric of her shirt. "We are," He said as she giggled. "I just learned that you're ticklish."

She grabbed his hands, stillling them at her sides. "And what am I learning about you?" She leaned up to his face.

He paused for a moment before answering. "That I like it when you put your hands in my hair." He admitted, his cheeks a rosey shade of pink.

Marinette smiled, raising her eyebrow. "Oh really?" She let one of her hands slide up to the back of his neck, the tips of her finger playing with his hair. "What else do you like?" She got close enough that her mouth was just a breath away from his.

"Let's find out." Chat closed the gap, pressing his lips onto hers.

He pushed her back into the wall, holding his weight gently over her. She inhaled his scent, a thick mixture of vanilla and soap. Marinette deepened the kiss, sliding her tongue against the roof of his mouth. She bit down gently on the side of his mouth. He moaned, grinding his hips down onto hers. Marinette smiled against his mouth, satisfied with learning something new.

He pulled his mouth off of hers with a gasp. His lips now slid down the side of her cheek to her jaw. She panted, a fire being set on each spot he kissed. His tongue slid under her ear lobe. Marinette bit the inside of her lip as Chat slid his teeth along her ear. He took her earlobe into his mouth, his teeth toying with her earing. My miraculous, She twisted her head, pressing her mouth against his temple and, subsequently, pulling his mouth off of her earing.

His knees had tighted around her thighs. She reached down, pulling him closer by his belt. Marinette sucked in a gasp while biting down a moan when Chat nipped at her collar bone. She could feel him smiling against her skin.

"Do it again." She said through a pant, her voice light and breathy.

He did. Again and again, he grazed his teeth and bit down gently along her collar bone, neck, and shoulder. Marinette held her lower lip between her teeth to keep the moan from escaping her throat. Once again, she knotted her fingers into his hair. She tugged on the blond locks, feeling Chat groan against her skin.

She squeezed her eyes shut, biting down on her lip. Chats kisses felt like lightning. If she could, she would keep this up all night. Instead she put her hands on his shoulers, gently pushing him off. "Wait, stop." She said, her voice still panting.

He was off her immeadietly, his eyes filled with concern. "Is everything okay? Was that too much?" He pulled his hands off her and sat back down in a criss cross postition, next to her.

Marinette smiled, completly in awe of his sweetness. "No, everythings great. It's just, I don't want to go too far, not so soon. Besides it late and a school night."

He nodded. "So, I wasn't pushing you or anything?"

She shook her head, leaning into him as if to assure he was okay. "Not at all." She rested her head on his shoulder, liking the way her head fit in the crook of his neck. A yawn escaped her lips as she relaxed into him, their backs leaning against the wall.

Marinette felt him chuckle beneath her. "You are tired, huh, Princess?"

She nodded, her eyelids heavy. "What time is it?" She felt Chat Noir shift, pulling his staff out.

"One a.m." He read aloud.

"Dang, we stayed up late." Marinette let her eyes slide closed cuddling up into Chats side. She felt him shifting, rising from the bed. She put an arm across his body. "Stay for a while?" She said tiredly.

Chat rested his hand on her arm. "Of course, Princess."

They readjusted, now laying down across the bed. Chat's arms were wrapped loosely around Marinette. There was something about being in Chat's arms that made her feel safe. Maybe it was from all the times he had saved her as Ladybug. Either way, she easily drifted off to sleep in Chats arms.

Sadly, the sleep didn't last long.

"Hey, get up. Ad-you, wake up." Marinette heard a small voice from behind her followed but a groggy grunt.

She went to lift her head to turn around. Her eyes blurry with sleep.

"No! Not you! You go back to sleep." The small voice said. A kwamii. That didn't sound like Tikkie either. "You Chat, get up!"

"Shoot." A tired voice muttered from behind her.

"What?" Marinette continued sitting up when she was tackled, a pillow mushing against the side of her face.

"Marinette! Don't look!" Chat said in a hushed whisper.

She wriggled her head under the pillow, getting to a point where she could just barely see the clock by her bed. "Chat, it's three a.m!" She whisper-yelled back.

"I knooow." He whined. "I'll be out in just a second, just pleease don't look."

Marinette sighed, still feeling the weight of Chat holding her down.

"Just say the thing so we can get out of here!" The small voice yelled. His kwamii didn't sound too concerned with being quiet.

"Plagg, claws out!" Chat said from on top of her.

Marinette squeezed her eyes shut as a flash of green light filled her room. Soon the weight was lifted off of her and Marinette was able to sit up. She turned to glare at Chat Noir as he was trying to climb out of her skylight- much less gracefully than how he had come in.

"Sorry, Princess." He squeeked as he pulled himself up. Before he closed the hatch, he popped his head back in. "Sweet dreams." He smiled before disapearing, closing the window behind him.

Marinette rolled her eyes before collapsing back into bed. Curling up into a ball, she fell back asleep, her head now resting on the pillow that now smelled like Chat Noir.