Marichat May 2020

Day 30 - Purrince

"What is this special gift you told me about, princess?" Chat asked, trying to peek over her shoulder.

Marinette smirked at him, her hands still behind her back.

"Well, as of today, you get to be my prince," she said, watching his eyebrows shoot up. She revealed the paper crown she'd made for him, unfolding it and standing on her tiptoes to place it on his head. He glanced in the mirror at himself, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Prince, huh?" he asked, sounding more enthusiastic than Marinette expected. She watched him with an amused smile.

"What will be your first decree as prince?" she asked, pretending to curtsy in front of him. He glanced around, humming thoughtfully. She watched his eyes wander until they landed on her again. He held her gaze, a mischievous look flashing across his face as his smile widened.

"The purrince demands 100 kisses," he grinned, watching her amused smile dissolve into laughter. She giggled mirthfully, a soft blush working its way onto her cheeks. Glancing back up at him, she noticed the smirk on his lips.

"Sure, your majesty," she said, bowing her head and letting out a small giggle. "But how about 10?" she asked, watching him tilt his nose up at her.

"100," he repeated stubbornly, giving his head a little shake and causing the hair sticking out from under the crown to ripple in response.

"15?" she tried. He narrowed his eyes at her and he put his fists on his hips, meeting her gaze.

"100 kisses," he replied. She gasped, letting out a dramatic sigh.

"If I must," she teased, taking a step closer to him. She placed her hands on his chest, moving to her tiptoes. She almost missed the blush that lined the bottom of his mask, her eyes fluttering closed. She felt his hands meet her waist as she pressed her lips to his, immediately feeling her heart begin to race.

Marinette always forgot how electrifying it felt to kiss him. The way he pulled her closer, eager to occupy as much of the same space as was physically possible, made her skin feel like it could ignite if her blush burned any hotter. The way his lips moved so easily against her own never failed to make her knees weak.

She tried to pull herself out of her mind that had grown hazy from his touch, almost getting lost in the warmth of his arms. She pulled away slowly, feeling his gentle breath passing across her tingling lips as she opened her eyes once more.

Marinette gazed up at him as her heels met with the floor again, both of their faces bright red.

"Princess," he said quietly, making a few butterflies flutter in her stomach from the rawness of the word.

"Y-yeah?" she responded, surprised that she'd reverted to stuttering. He swallowed hard, his grip around her loosening slightly.

"If you're going to kiss me like...that 100 times," he said, taking his bottom lip in between his teeth and glancing away from her for a moment. "I don't think I'll survive," he finished, his eyebrows furrowing slightly.

Marinette let out a small laugh, bringing his eyes back to her. She let go of him, his hands sliding off of her as she took a small step back from him.

"Hey, you asked for it," she shrugged, winking at him and poking a teasing finger into his chest. Chat blinked at her with wide eyes, glancing down at her hand before chuckling. He took her hand, bringing it up to his lips and pressing a tender kiss against her knuckles. Leaning closer, he flashed her a roguish smile, making her heart stutter loudly as he opened his mouth to make her knees even weaker.

"Then I accept my fate."

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thank you all for reading! only one day left to go! 

mel x