Tender Is the Night

It was a peaceful starry night. A completely ordinary regular day. Nothing changed from time to time. The house, the university, the fight against the Monarch, the night patrol. Marinette had just returned home after one of these. The city was sleeping quietly, immersed in darkness. The stars scattered like small grains across the sky. Tikki was quietly munching cookies, sitting on a pillow. Marinette, on the other hand, was leaning on the balcony railing and looking into the distance. Despite the late hour and a hard day, she did not want to sleep at all. Tomorrow was a day off, which means you won't have to get up early. Marie thought about the cat again. She wondered where he was now, at home or somewhere else? Is he sleeping or is he standing at the window like this and thinking about something of his own. Marinette exhaled heavily. It was hard to think about all this. In her attempts to leave her infatuation with Adrian and save herself from torment, she eventually got into even more trouble. Fell in love with the Cat Noir. Bravo. It was definitely a success. Du Pain Cheng was particularly unlucky with everything that had anything to do with love. As the years passed, it became harder and harder to look at friends in love and their couples. And after all, she could well be one of them. If she had given Luca a chance or found the strength to confess to Adrian. Now, perhaps, it was too late to change something, and regret was not very meaningful. Luca has already become like a brother to Marinette, and Adrian…Adrian somehow faded into the background. He just became that integral part of an established group of friends. He became one of them for her, and not someone from the outside. Agrest was a wonderful friend. It was always good with him: for better or for worse, and everyone appreciated it in him. And Adrian was just grateful that his friends accept him for who he is. And The Cat... Oh, The Cat… Marinette couldn't help but remember how she came back from vacation with her parents. That summer, a couple of years ago, they went to Bordeaux and stayed there for a long time. And when they returned and Ladybag went out on her first patrol after a break and saw a Cat…It was as if he was doing it out of spite. His every deft move, his damn cat grin, damn it, those stupid puns made Marinette's stomach turn. It seemed as if the whole air of France had suddenly become some kind of unbearable aphrodisiac. Although, then Marie compared it more to carbon monoxide. Because there was nothing to breathe with specifically. The cat was clearly not bored during his lady's vacation and, apparently, was stuck in the gym for days. For how else could his changes in figure be explained. Fucking sexy changes. Marinette just couldn't look at him that night. And the next one, too. And throughout the week. Then she got used to the fact that she would have to put up with this handsome man next to her. The feelings that had been born for a long time only added fuel to the fire. And with age, passion was added to falling in love. And it was very difficult to look at the Cat without embarrassment, because the tight latex suit did its job perfectly and skillfully drew pictures of indecent content in front of his eyes. Then Marie managed to pretend that she was ill, poisoned by something on vacation, and did not feel very well, and after that she had to somehow control herself. Sometimes, the Cat, of course, caught her greedy glances, threw out another pun or joked. Sometimes the jokes absolutely crossed all the norms of decency, and the distance between them narrowed to some incredibly small scales. And in those moments when it is worth leaning forward a little and your lips will touch, Marinette regretted that she did not remember those old moments when, due to circumstances, she had to kiss a Cat. "Good night, my lady," the velvety voice snaps out of his thoughts too abruptly and Du Pain Cheng shudders. He almost jumps on the spot when he notices a Cat sitting on the railing. He tilts his head back slightly and grins. Damn. Damn. "Are you thinking about something?" "There is a little," throws Marie and adjusts her bangs with the palm of her hand. The cat hums intelligently and breaks into a smile. "Have you come to back off? You don't take your eyes off," the girl takes a more confident pose and rests her palms on her sides. "How rude, my lady," the Cat clicks with a grin. "I thought you enjoyed my company," Marinette rolls her eyes and folds her arms on her chest. Your company forces me to lock myself in a room for half an hour and do not the most decent things. "I'm enjoyed. Only when I'm not so openly stared at." "Okay, I'll do it secretly," he chuckles, slightly biting his lip. There is a minute's silence. Marie suddenly pulls herself together and looks nervously at the pillow where Tikki was lying. Empty. Thank God… "I didn't expect you to come, to be honest," Marinette sits down in a chair. "I'm a cat. I walk where I want, when I want and appear out of nowhere..." "Disappearing into nowhere. Yeah," they smile at each other, and the girl mentally continues the phrase. That's how we part ways after the case. Like ships at sea, without knowing whether we will meet again. "Marinette?" His soft, velvety voice is soothing. Marie looks at him. "Are you all right? You look depressed," he draws his eyebrows together in a thoughtful grimace. Then he comes closer and sits down on one knee at the side of Marinette's chair. Gently takes her palm. "Y-yes, everything is fine..." she smiles at him and blushes when he is so close again. "It's been a hard day, nothing terrible, kitty." The wrinkle on his forehead softens slightly when she addresses him gently. He exhales in relief, but still looks wary, intently examining her face. "Why aren't you at home?" The fingers involuntarily begin to circle around his palm. "I don't want to be there," he looks away, and then for some reason adds. "Father is not in a good mood. He's sick." Marinette doesn't often see a Cat like this. Sullen, depressed. He draws his eyebrows together and looks at the lights of the Eiffel Tower. Du Pain Cheng takes one of his hands in both palms and squeezes it gently. "Something serious?" The cat is silent. His lips are compressed into a thin line. "You don't have to tell me. You don't have to at all…" "He doesn't tell me," the Cat interrupts her with his answer. "But..." he sighs heavily and closes his eyes. Marinette bends down slightly, trying to look into his face. The cat opens his eyes and looks at her. He doesn't look as sad now. There is still anxiety in his gaze, but it erases all his sadness. "I think it's oncology. At least, I think so." Marinette sighs in surprise. It's like she's unsettle. This whole evening... this whole day... it's weird. She had never seen a Cat like this before. And now he's talking to her about something so personal. About his family. "It's terrible…Kitten... I'm sorry.' He looks up and looks into her violet eyes. Feels the warmth of her palms. The way she calls him… Her words swirl inside a whirlwind of feelings. Stomach tightens. It seems that adrenaline is being produced, because the Cat is overwhelmed with an unbearable sense of self-confidence. He lifts himself slightly and suddenly finds himself very close to Marinette's face. She trembles, her eyelids tremble slightly, and her lips involuntarily open, revealing the edge of her neat teeth. "Cat…What are you…" "Please be quiet," he whispers for some reason, and his hot whisper burns her lips. Marinette unwittingly licks them. The Cat's hand suddenly squeezes on her knee. She exhales. So mesmerizing. So sexy. Their lips meet when the Cat takes the very step that he and Lady Bug lacked every time they were close. Marinette moans into his lips in incomprehensible despair and her hands involuntarily wrap around his neck, pulling him closer. The cat rises slightly, still keeping his hand on her knee. She suddenly moves higher and higher on the thigh, causing a wave of goosebumps. This does not go unnoticed by the Cat and slightly tearing himself away from the kiss, he grunts. "What is it?" Marinette asks in surprise. And then it instantly turns red with a suffocating wave. "God, what are we doing..." she puts her hand over her mouth and looks away. The cat stares at her with a gentle grin. "We kiss," the young man answers carelessly. Marinette clicks and rolls her eyes. The cat rises slightly again and is already in front of the girl, and not to the side of her. Now he is slightly overhanging her and is too close. "And I want more. Will my Lady allow it?" He grins and Marinette lets out a heavy breath. She whispers something abusive and pushes up. Now their lips merge not in a gentle and modest kiss, but in a greedy and passionate one. With his free palm, the Cat passes over the back of the girl's neck and gets his fingers into her hair. Slightly pushes her a little forward, closer. With his other hand, he strokes her thigh and feels Marinette squeezing her buttocks from time to time, straining her legs. Their kiss is hot, wet. The cat pays attention not only to the lips, but also moves slightly to the side. Kisses the edges of the lips, cheek, chin, sometimes impulsively falls to the neck. Slightly pulls her lower lip, clasping it with two of his. Finally, they pull away from each other for a moment. The cat does not look, but it definitely feels how often and strongly Marinette's chest rises and falls. She looks out of half-open eyelids. Her gaze is clouded and passionate. The cat, as it should, is playing. He leads his fingertips from the girl's neat knee up and up, circling his fingers along the thigh. Unable to stand it, Marinette throws her head back with a seductive sigh. "Damn," the Cat whispers, stretching the letter R on the exhale and buries his nose in the designer's neck. He squeezes her thigh. Marinette does not dare to raise her head and just sits in a relaxed position, leaning back and letting him hang over her. "You asked, so I'll answer... I came to see you, Marie. And, my God... I didn't expect at all that..." she suddenly raises her head. She runs her fingers over his cheek, tucks a curl behind his ear. "Shhh..." and kisses him again. Gives him this drunken, absolutely crazy kiss. His hand squeezes into her hair and pulls slightly. Marinette lets out either a loud sigh or a soft moan and throws her head back slightly again. Her hips involuntarily slide forward, closer to him and now she is practically lying under him. Du Pain Cheng tickles the tips of his finger along his neck, which is hidden behind the latex, and then runs her palms into his hair. The magic ears are really twitching and the Cat seems to be barely restrained from purring. He exhales hotly into her collarbone, makes her tremble, and then leaves a wet, greedy kiss on her open shoulder. A deft movement of the claw and the thin strap of the T-shirt slides off the arm. The cat looks up at the girl's face and without stopping starts kissing her shoulder, collarbone and going down her arm. Marinette's hand squeezes into his silky hair and pulls him back slightly. The designer sees the unwavering gaze of deep green eyes. "Do you want me to stop?" The cat exhales. His lips are shiny, his cheeks are slightly flushed and Marinette involuntarily bites her lip when looking at him. She frames his face with her palms, pulls him towards her and exhales directly into his lips. "No way..." kissing. Allows herself to dissolve into it. The cat moans strangled on her lips. His palms get under Marinette's white T-shirt from both sides, wrapping around her waist, and then one hand rises higher. When his fingers stop at the crease under her breasts, he pulls away from her neck and asks softly. "Is this the first time...?" "No." "Good." He kisses her again, and his palm finally rises higher and squeezes her breasts. The cat kisses greedily, impulsively. He doesn't feel good about knowing that he's not the first. That someone has already touched this delicate skin, kissed these plump lips. And he even guesses who it could be. But he absolutely does not want to think about the damned guitarist at such a moment. The cat just squeezes Marie's waist and bites her collarbone. She twitches, moans, clutching her mouth with her hand. The cat laughs. Finger teasingly circles the halo, then slightly squeezes the nipple and gently pulls. He kisses just above the cleavage, saliva flows into it and slightly pulling the edge of the T-shirt, the Cat licks the trickle. Marie looks at him and she seems to be blown away by just one of his catty cat looks. Sharp and piercing through. The cat grins, and then, bending down, clings to her chest, despite the presence of a top on the girl. He kisses, through the fluted fabric, bites the nipple, squeezes the second breast with his palm. Her free hand slides down Marinette's side and deft fingers cling to the elastic band of pink shorts. Damn short shorts that had been bothering him so much all evening. "Chat..." she moans and arches in the small of her back, thrusting her hips forward. The cat pulls the shorts down, and they fall from the knees on their own. Marinette suddenly sobers up when his breath burns her legs. "Are we really... damn." "Exactly, my lady," a warm kiss remains on her thigh. "And I will be extremely offended if you pretend that nothing happened". One more kiss. Marinette shrinks into a chair, her head slightly tilted back. "I just want you to feel good," he runs his tongue along the inside of his thigh, stroking the other leg with one palm. Marie fidgets and leans forward slightly to acquire a reclining state. She first teasingly squeezes the Cat between her legs, then runs her foot over his chest, side, buttock, but does not have time to do anything further. He deftly grabs her by the shin and puts her on the floor. Spreading Marinette's legs, the young man holds her by the knee, and the second hand still rests under the T-shirt and caresses the female breast. The cat is kissed from edge to edge. Then he teasingly grabs the edge of the underwear with his teeth. "Cute," — he grunts and runs a claw along the very edge of the crotch. Marinette gasps at the sight of his facial expression and the feeling of playful goosebumps on her thighs. She throws her head back and exhales in a half-moan. Now her underwear looks like she's been preparing for this night all her life. A white lace thong, neatly encircling her thighs. In fact, they were just convenient, especially to be a superhero. No annoying feeling of discomfort and unnecessary thoughts on this score. But now... Marinette was lost in thought when her pubis was burned by the hot touch of a wet tongue. The cat pulled back the fabric and hooked it on the buttock so that it would not slide back. And he began to kiss ecstatically. His fingers tightened on the nipple at the moment when he playfully licked the clitoris. Marinette grabbed the arms of the chair, squeezing them in her palms and threw her head back. She bit her lip until it hurt, but a strangled moan still escaped from her chest. The cat, with a wide, slow movement of the tongue, ran from the bottom up, licking and at the same time smearing the accumulated lubricant on the crotch. "So wet..." he grunts and buries his nose in the hollow of his thigh. Inhales noisily. "Because of me... You're not that shy, are you, Marie?" He doesn't get an answer, but Marinette's hand comes down on the back of his head and lightly strokes his hair. The cat obediently descends and continues to caress. He licks her, slowly at first, carefully, stretching each movement. Then he quickly circles around the clitoris and when the girl begins to move more actively in his hands and moan louder, he comes off. Innocently strokes her leg and pretends that saliva does not flow down his chin. A plaintive moan escapes from Marie's chest. "Kitty... ah..." She jerks her hips as he gets up and kisses her. Greedily, gently and slowly at first, but then roughly. Pulling her lip, biting, sucking her tongue. Marie feels the tart salty taste of herself. The cat suddenly walks up her crotch with his fingers, and then brings them to her mouth. Losing control, she closes her eyes and licks her own juices. The cat grunts, kisses her on the temple, and then presses his cheek against her cheek. Marinette leans forward pliably and his fingers playfully pass over the inside of his thigh again, circling on his knee, and then higher, higher, higher... "Please..." she moans and bites her plump lip. "Fuck," the Cat breathes out and his fingers slide tightly inside her. She moans loudly, almost screams, empties her lungs to the end when he fills her. "So tight..." his breath burns her neck. Again a greedy wet kiss. The cat bites her skin when he moves his fingers inside her for the first time. Marinette bends over, moans piteously and grabs his strong shoulder with her palm. She presses her nose into his shoulder and pleads softly. The lips seem to exist separately from the whole body and constantly whisper to him. The cat obediently accelerates, moving quickly and sharply inside her, pressing on the excited point. Marinette squirms, kisses his neck raggedly. He leans his forehead against hers and kisses her uncontrollably, randomly. They don't seem to stop even when they lose their breath. His fingers suddenly slip out of her with a wet loud sound. Marinette does not have time to let out a sigh of disappointment, as she already feels his nimble tongue on her bosom. He greedily licks, collects lubricant, sucks sensitive skin. Reconnects his fingers and slowly stimulates while his tongue gently and teasingly circles around the clitoris. Marie trembles, wriggles and uncontrollably moves her hips forward. "Chat," her voice breaks when she bites her thigh and at the same time comes out and enters her sharply again. The young man rises when even he can feel the pulsation. The cat brushes the stuck hair from her face, lubricates the sweat and presses his forehead to hers. Their eyes cling to each other. She looks pleading, desperate. The cat kisses her passionately, often breaking away and falling back to her flushed lips. At the same time, he first circles his fingers around the clitoris, and then slowly and smoothly slides down. Pushes inside and gradually increases the pace. He breaks away from the kiss and now a heavy chain is hanging between them, stretching from their eyes. Marinette wraps her hands around his face, pulling him closer, endlessly stroking, scratching, pulling his hair. She is both rude and gentle. Their foreheads are pressed into each other so hard that it seems like someone's skull is about to crack. Marie whispers uncontrollably, her lips tremble, she does not stop moving her hips, sitting down on his fingers. "Please, please," she begs nonstop. And the Cat obediently obeys her, picking up the pace to the limit. "Come on, love," he breathes into her lips and the chain breaks. Loudly, with a crackle and sparks. Marinette throws her head back in a loud groan and shakes her whole body nonstop. My legs are almost cramping. The cat feels how much the muscles around his fingers contract, how her vagina pulsates uncontrollably and how her juices flow down his palm. He deftly pulls out his hand and, without giving a break, begins to circle his fingertips around the clitoris very quickly. A second, a second, and the girl shudders in another orgasm. Once she takes a little breath and the Cat repeats its actions again. The magic belt-tail is tied around her leg, the young man clasps his hands on Marinette's neck, strangles and does not stop kissing her chin while he continuously stimulates the clitoris. When the third orgasm hits the girl, she clings to the man's shoulder with such force that it seems as if she is able to tear the durable fabric of the suit. With the last of her strength, she kisses the Cat raggedly and greasily, and then leans back in her chair and breathes nonstop. Greedily gasps for air. The young man looks at her with pleasure. Out of breath, flushed, disheveled. He nuzzles her stomach and closes his eyes. Marinette's palm finds his head and strokes his hair. "Chat..." after a few minutes of peaceful silence, Marinette suddenly whispers. "What about you?" And he's fucking horny. Just fucking wants to rip off this damn suit. To feel her warmth and moisture fully, and not through vile latex. The cat laughs. The vibration runs through her stomach, making her shudder again. "I can't while I'm in a suit, you understand?" She looks at him with regret and strokes his hair. "But if my lady asks," he beams in a grin. "No, Cat," she says seriously. "I don't want to." He opens his eyes and looks into her face. Marinette looks very mature and focused. She strokes his hair again, goes lower and runs her fingertips along his cheek. "Let everything remain as it is," the Cat looks seriously. How she reminds him of Lady Bug now. Even too much. He blinks knowingly and lays his cheek on her stomach. "Sorry, kitten..." "No," he says sharply. "It was the best night of my life," he whispers. Marinette exhales. She closes her eyes and quietly contemplates the silence of the night. The cat seems to be purring on her stomach, enjoying a gentle pat on the head. It is unknown how much time passes, but fatigue does its job and Marie falls asleep in the arms of the Cat. When the movements of her hand stop, the young man realizes that the girl has fallen asleep. He smiles and rises cautiously to his feet. He puts her back in her pajamas, takes her to the room and covers her with a blanket. He lingers for a few seconds, watching Marinette sleeping peacefully. Maybe she won't remember what happened in the morning. Imagine that it was a dream. At least he no longer torments himself with thoughts of how to leave and say that it's time for him. The cat straightens his dark hair, removing it from the girl's face and is about to leave the room when he notices some movement towards Marinette's bed. He decides to make sure that everything is fine for sure, but he absolutely does not expect to see what he sees. "Kwami?!" "Hello, Chat Noir."