Joyeux Noël
Jun. 9th, 2018 06:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mistkittMariChat Week is over! ;O; It’s been a blast writing for my first love in this ridiculous square. Thank y’all for reading. *salutes* Also, have I mentioned I’m dying for a Christmas episode? MariChat Week Day 7: Purring.
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He came to her in the early morning hours, after the mass and the dinner had wrapped up and the Parisians who weren’t going to party until dawn had gone to bed. Though the night was pitch black and overcast, the streets below were illuminated. He found Marinette staring dreamily out her window at the colorful tree in front of Notre Dame.
“Shame on you, Marinette. How is Père Noël expected to bring you anything if you don’t go to sleep?”
Marinette looked up at Chat, who had perched on her bed and grinned down at her from the loft. “He brought me you, didn’t he?”
Chat clasped both hands to his chest as if he’d been shot by an arrow. “Was that romance? From my princess?” He fell backwards dramatically. “All my heroic feats must have put me at the top of the nice list this year–oh, I like what you’ve done with the place.”
He referred to the strings of lights she’d hung up around her bed. The loft had a soft, warm glow that matched that of the decorated streets. Marinette climbed the ladder and dove onto the bed beside Chat. “How was your night?” she asked.
Chat turned his head towards her. “Not as fun as Christmas ought to be, but I suppose I can’t get everything I want.”
Marinette frowned and crawled up to her pillow. She knew Chat had a troubled home life, but for it to extend to the holidays? He really was unlucky, wasn’t he? “Here, minou,” she said, patting her lap.
Chat flipped onto his hands and knees, grinned, wiggled his backside and pounced. Marinette fought a yelp on her way down, but all thoughts of protest were lost as his arms slipped around her back and he buried his face in her neck with a contented sigh. She giggled, threading her hands into his hair. “This is nice,” he murmured.
“Mmhmm.” Her nails lightly scraped his scalp and she was surprised to feel a vibration against her chest. She thought it was her imagination, but when she repeated the action, she heard the rumble clearly in the silence of the room. “Are you purring, chaton?”
“Yes,” he said, placing a lazy kiss on her neck.
Marinette blushed. “Well, that’s new.” Her fingers trailed down his back. “I like it.”
Chat lifted his head and gazed deep into her eyes, the green of his softened even further by the loft’s intimate lighting. Marinette laid a hand on his cheek and he turned his nose into her palm, his eyes drifting shut. “Marinette…”
Her heart lurched in her chest. “Hmm?”
“I love you.”
She thanked her lucky stars that she was lying down, otherwise she was sure her legs would have given out. It wasn’t like Chat had ever concealed this fact from her, but hearing it spoken out loud… she found herself too tongue-tied by a rush of affection to respond. So she pulled him down, nuzzled his nose, and sank into her pillow as their lips met in a slow and tender kiss.
His purr rumbled on long after they’d separated, stopping only when he fell asleep in her arms. It was then, in the happy haze between passionate kisses and Christmas slumber, that Marinette found the courage to respond.
“I love you, too.”
