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Beach Body
=w=* MariChat Week Day 6: Don’t Touch Him/Her
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Marinette lay face down on her chaise. Alya sat beside her on the floor, editing the latest Ladyblog post from her laptop computer. “Still, I can’t believe you fell asleep. Didn’t you go there to have fun?”
Marinette, unable to tell Alya that the life of a superhero was very stressful and any chance to sleep was welcome, grumbled something unintelligible instead. She heard the unmistakable sound of a tap on glass. “Your superhero boyfriend is at the window,” Alya said.
“He’s not my boyfriend,” Marinette said out of habit, but Alya was already up on her feet and crossing the room.
“Hey Chat.”
“Nice to see you again, Alya. I’ve been meaning to compliment you on your latest Ladyblog posts. They’re quite inspired.”
“You only say that because you’re in them, you lunkhead.”
Footsteps approached Marinette and she felt the heat of Chat’s body looming over her. “What’s wrong with the princess?” he asked. “Marinette? Did you have fun on your vacation?”
“Tons,” she mumbled.
“Funny story, actually. She fell asleep on the beach and–wait, don’t touch her!”
Too late. Chat put a hand on Marinette’s shoulder and her head whipped up, a high-pitched squeal slipping past clenched teeth.
“She got roasted,” Alya concluded.
Chat flailed backwards, now seeing just how pink she was. Her face, her neck, what was visible of her entire upper body–there didn’t seem to be an inch of her torso that wasn’t burned. “I am so sorry,” Chat choked out, hands hovering over Marinette in a desire to both comfort her and keep from hurting her.
Marinette laid her head back down and gave him a grimace. “It’s fine, chaton.”
He stared at her uncertainly. Then his mouth turned up and he snickered. “You fell asleep in the sun?”
“Goodbye, chaton. Alya, please throw him out.”
Alya crossed her arms over her chest. “Come on, you’ve got to admit it’s pretty funny.”
“Please throw yourself out while you’re at it.”