I finish setting up the small plate of food and the game console for Chat and I's weekly hang out session just before I head Chat land on the balcony.

I dash over to the trap door and let Chat inside before plopping down on the chaise.

"Princess," He coo's planting a kiss to the back of my hand. I try to force my suddenly racing heart to calm. I slip my hand out of his grasp and pull on a smile.

I don't know how long he'd been making me crazy. One day he came and the way he looked at me stole my breath and made me dizzy. Lately I've noticed how he has a way of making my heart race when he looks at me with those expressive green eyes, or when he calls me princess and kisses my hand.

"You ready to get your butt whooped and Mega-Strike-III?" I challenge.

Chat pouts like a little kid, effectively pulling at my heartstrings.

"That's not even a fair fight! You're like a legend at that game!" He complains, drawing a smirk out of me.

"Then you'll just have to put up a decent fight this time, Chaton."

Chat feigns an injury over his heart.

"You wound me Princess!"

I hop up from where I sit, trying to by myself time to compose myself, and plop down into the pink bean bag chair in front of the tv Maman finally let me put in my room.

By the time he gives up I've beaten him 9/17 rounds.

Chat groans in frustration and layson his side facing me on the bean bag chair. For some reason the way he looks deeply into my eyes shifts something within me.

Before I can stop myself I reach out past the short distance between us and brush a lock of wild golden hair out of his eyes. It's almost as if his intensely green eyes can see right through me, but instead of it making me nervous it only draws me closer.

I rest my hand on his cheek, gently stroking the silky smooth skin.

"Y-You hurt my pride, Princess." He mumbles. "Y-You need t-to kiss it and make it b-better."

Heat rises to my cheeks. Normally I would laugh it off but I find myself moving closer to him.

"Ok," I whisper as I press my lips to his cheek, where my hand had been moments before.

I hear a faint gasp and his hand wraps around my waist pulling me closer to him.

"Teasing isn't nice, Marinette." He mumbles just before his lips crash to mine.

His kisses are needy, as if he'd been deprived of attention and affection for years. His love and passion pours into the kiss, sending sparks through my whole body.

It's entirely thrilling to be in his arms and I mentally scold myself for not doing this before.

He's the one person in the world who's had my back no matter what. I don't know how I didn't realize how much I needed him.