100 Ways to say I Love You Chapter 38
Is this okay? (Marichat)
“Aha!” Marinette exclaimed, snipping the last piece of thread and holding up her dress for Chat to see. “Done- finally!”
Chat whistled appreciatively, giving her a high five. “Oh that is nice!” he said “where are you gonna wear it?”
“I don’t know yet,” she shrugged, standing up and stretching with a groan. Being hunched over a sewing machine for hours was never good for her back. “But I need to try it on, I’ll just be a second.”
It was several seconds later that she came back from the bathroom, climbing slowly through her door. “Hey...um, Chat?”
He looked up from where he was doing a wordsearch—pen stuck behind his ear—and froze. “Would you mind closing up the back? I can’t reach.” Chat didn’t respond at first, and she glanced over at him, continuing, turning so that her back faced him. “Honestly, I should have done a side zip, but it’s too late now and the hooks are easier to hide, so...Chat?”
“Nngh” his voice was strangled and she sent a quizzical look over her shoulder at him. His wide eyes were fixed on her back and Marinette realised with a start just how exposed she was.
Chat shook his head, blinking rapidly “C-” he cleared his throat “uh, yeah, come here I’ll do it.”
Neither of them spoke while he fastened the hooks, his claws grazing the back of her neck slightly as he gathered her hair and moved it over her shoulder. Marinette felt his warm breath on her skin and stilled, hardly daring to breathe as she felt Chat’s fingers linger on the small of her back, until he said “there...all done.”
Exhaling shakily, Marinette smoothed down the front of her dress, turning around to thank Chat for his help. He hadn’t moved though, and startled her with his proximity, his hands coming to settle on her hips, steadying her before she fell backwards.
Chat’s eyes roved over her from head to toe, drinking in the sight of her in the dress, the look in his eyes making heat pool low in her belly. Though she was no longer at risk of falling, his hands didn’t move from her hips, and without thinking, Marinette found herself reaching up to clutch his shoulders, seized with the sudden dizzying desire to kiss him.
He seemed to have the same thought, his eyes meeting hers briefly before flicking down to her lips and she saw his adam's apple bob in his throat.
Marinette felt the breath catch in her throat as he leaned in slowly-so slowly she could see the light blush that dusted his cheeks beneath the mask, and could admire in some distant part of her mind the way that her bedroom lamp reflected in his eyes as he paused, meeting her eyes again.
“Is this okay?” Chat asked, his voice barely above a whisper, and, not trusting herself to speak, Marinette could only nod.
That was all the confirmation Chat needed before he closed the short distance between them, capturing her lips with his own.
Marinette sighed into the kiss, thinking faintly that it was a good thing Chat was still holding onto her when her legs almost buckled underneath her. The kiss was not what she expected-it was better. He tasted sweet, like the passionfruit macarons he’d had earlier. It was slow and tender, his lips- warm, and slightly chapped-moving languidly against hers.
Sliding her hands across his shoulders, Marinette ran her fingers through his hair, tugging lightly at the golden strands, smiling against Chat’s lips when the action made him groan in the back of his throat.
Eventually, they pulled away, breathing heavily, and Chat rested his forehead against hers. “That was…” Marinette breathed “that was uh...really something.”
Chat huffed out a laugh, dipping his head to press another kiss to the corner of her mouth, lingering there and looking up at her through hooded eyes. “You need to wear this dress more often.”
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