this has got a lil bits of smut, but nothing that intense really. PG-13. Read at own risk peoples. Don't say I didn't warn you. It's just a small lil make out scene, don't worry. ;3;

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"No." Marinette groaned for what seemed to be the hundredth time, shoving her face into her pillow. Chat was being more than annoying at the moment, and all she wanted was to sleep. It was Sunday night and all she wanted to do was get a good night's sleep so she might possibly be on time, but with Chat here, the chances of that happening were getting slimmer and slimmer. 

"But princess~" Chat whined. He didn't have any real argument aside from that. He was just wasting her sleeping time at this point. She didn't really understand why he felt the need to stay here. He had so many other places he could go.

"Go somewhere else and whine." She tilted her head to glare at him before burying her face back into the comfort of her pillow.

She let out a huff of surprise as Chat got up from her chaise and flopped down on her back - only his torso, his legs were still on the ground. "But princess~" He repeated. "I'm a lonely knight, and I need my princess to keep me company. I'll die without your love."

Marinette sighed heavily. "Then how are you still alive now, hm?" She readjusted herself to be laying on her back, Chat's head now on her stomach, and she pushed him off the bed. "Go find a different princess."

Chat hit the floor with a thud, making Marinette quite grateful that her parents were away for the weekend, and wouldn't be back until late tomorrow. They had to go to a wedding for one of her dad's friends, so they would be staying in Lyon for the weekend. Marinette was having a peaceful weekend, until just tonight.

Chat whimpered, similar to how a cat would, as he lay sprawled out across the floor. He dramatically sighed. "But all the other princesses aren't nearly as great as you. You are the fairest princess in all of France."

"Oh, wow, I'm swooning over your charm." She rolled her eyes as she sat up, then reached her leg off the bed. She pointed her foot and poked Chat's stomach with her toe. "Get out of my house." She grumbled.

Chat pouted and grabbed her foot, lifting it up. The action made Marinette lay back down on her back, facing up. He let go of her foot then straddled her waist, hovering over her as to not put too much pressure on her. He then grabbed both of her wrists, holding them above her head to stop her from hitting him. He knew she would if he gave her the opportunity. "Can I please stay?"

Marinette was flustered to say the least. She stared up at him, her blue eyes staring into his green, cat-like ones. She opened her mouth to say "no," but she couldn't even say the one syllable word, seeing as though Chat's lips were pressed firmly to hers to stop her from speaking.

Chat's personality was rough and childish, so she was expecting the kiss to be a reflection of that personality. She was not expecting him to be this gentle. It was as if he was taking how she felt into consideration. She hated to admit that she was actually enjoying herself.

He started to add intensity to the kiss soon, though, nibbling on her lower lip. He swept his tongue across her lip, asking her to part her lips, but she playfully refused, keeping her lips sealed. He reached down and grabbed her arse, resulting in her letting out a squeak of surprise. Chat took this opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth, exploring every inch.

Chat eventually parted from the kiss, but he trailed kisses down to her neck, a small smirk adorning his features. "So princess," he muttered between pecks and small bites, "can I stay?" 

Marinette could only nod.