《Love Letter to Adrien》Hot chocolate & confessions
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Marinette looked as Chat turned around and waited for her to change into dry clothes. She would usually put on her pajamas but thought that would be inappropriate since Chat Noir was still there, and wouldn't leave in a lot of time judging by the storm's sound and rage.
She walked in front of her closet and finally agreed with herself on putting a gray jogger, and a pale pink oversized sweater. That's chill but still not pajamas.
Marinette turned around so she could se the back of Chat, facing the wall. She started slowly taking her clothes off, making really silent noises, because of how cold her clothes was.
Chat, was facing at the wall , looking at all the things Mari had taped on (beside pictures of Adrien). There were designs, of really fancy dresses, hats, and several other things, which left Chat really amazed. Throughout this few years, he had a good friend relationship with Marinette as Adrien, he knew about the designing because he himself modeled some of the clothes, But this was the first time after years , he saw Marinette's work in doodles, paper, little drawings and some miniature prototypes. There are amazing things she still hasn't made yet.... He was so concentrated looking at the art that he didn't even think about peeking to see Marinette change.
Marinette finished changing clothes, and threw Chat a blanket. She didn't want her kitty to be cold.
Chat turned around with a smile, knowing Marinette finished changing.
"Well thankyou for the blanket miss Marinette" he made a cute smile.
"It's ok chaton—oir, chat noir." She said, trying to act cool after she almost called Chat Noir, Chaton ( which is how Ladybug calls him.)
"So.." Chat said with a devilish smile "..you wanna have some fun?"
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They played from dominos , to the ' Try not to sing, Disney Edition' video's on YouTube.
They laughed a lot, and enjoyed that time filled with terrible puns and hot chocolate Marinette brought in.
It was almost 1am and the storm didn't look like it was ending.
Both of them were really tired, and looked at each other as they yawned.
"You can sleep here," Marinette said, pointing to her bed.
"I don't mind sleeping in the floor with lots of blankets" she said with a big smile and a wink.
"Hey don't be silly, you're like a princess, you can't sleep in the floor!"
"I'm so far away from being a princess! You don't know me! I'm tougher than what you think I am"
she said , making a mad face (that Chat actually thought was pretty cute) and putting herself in a fight position; fists up, feet separated .
"You're a princess to me, Princess" Chat said as Mari rolled her eyes , trying to not blush.
"but I have to say, that might not be the correct fight position"
"Oh reaally?" Mari said laughing a little
She wanted to say that he didn't have the right to point out mistakes in fighting, since he made a lot more than her, during fights almost daily.
"Yeah" said Chat chuckling adorably , act that made Marinette stare at his cuteness for a couple of seconds.
"I'll go on the floor then?" Mari asked, trying to not think of that cute laugh Chat just did.
Marinette still had a blanket on her. She sat on the corner of her window, looking for an answer in her partner's expression.
"Mari, you seriously thought I would let you? , well the answer is no, Princess, I won't sleep in your bed, you should. I'll sleep here, don't worry about me" said the black cat.
Marinette smiled.
"Okay kitty"
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