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Dangerous Games	By : Cat_Eyes Category: +M through R > Miraculous LadyBug Views: 11603 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Miraculous Ladybug. Miraculous Ladybug is the intellectual property of Thomas Astruc and released by Zag studios. No profit was made writing this story.

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Marinette leaned against her balcony railing with a dreamy sigh, a glass of wine by her elbow. She had a fantastic day talking with Alya about wedding proposals, shopping with Adrien, then having a productive afternoon sketching new pieces for work. Love was a brilliant motivator, and she had felt surrounded by it all day.
She rubbed her legs together, a small part of her wishing she could have a little of that love for herself.
I should stop being selfish. My life is great, really. I have nothing to complain about.
She picked up her glass, fingers absently twirling the stem, as she stared out at the city. She momentarily thought of transforming and running a patrol, but Tikki was already asleep, snoring atop a cushion in her favourite cupboard.
She turned around and stepped toward the door, when there was a solid thump behind her. She was about to turn around to chastise the lousy stray, when his claws wrapped lightly around her waist from behind. She felt him step closer, smelled his unique scent, as he rested his cheek on her head.
'Good evening, Princess,' Chat Noir murmured, huskily.
She leaned back, enjoying the feeling of him against her. 'Chat Noir. What brings you here?'
His claws tapped rhythmically against her hip. 'I was just passing by when I saw a lonely looking princess out on her balcony. I thought she could use some company.'
Marinette placed her free hand over his, her heart beat picking up. 'Awfully presumptuous of you, to assume I was lonely.'
He plucked the wine glass from her fingers, then set it on the small table to the left. He then splayed his hand over her stomach. 'A person who isn't lonely is unlikely to be found standing around with only a glass of wine for company,' he pointed out.
She would have spun around to face him, but his grip on her tightened. She felt a telling bulge press into the small of her back, and it was then did she remember she was only wearing her satin dressing gown. 'Why are you really here?' she whispered, half hopeful and half anxious.
He retracted his claws with a small shnk noise. 'Because I want you,' he breathed in her ear.
She gasped softly. She hadn't expected him to say that, but it wasn't unwelcome. His breath was hot against her skin, and his grip on her middle was firm. Unconsciously, her hips rolled back, tilting up on her tip toes to press her arse against his groin.
He held her tight against him, lifting her up a little so her toes barely touched the floor, as her robe began to open and ride up.
Chat Noir moaned quietly as he pressed his mouth to her neck, letting his teeth drag along her skin. He bit down lightly, then kissed her neck and shoulder, tugging her sleeve down as he went. His other arm wrapped around her waist to hold her against him, Chat Noir cupped her exposed breast with his left hand, kneading it gently.
Marinette let her head fall back, still gripping the arm wound around her middle. She spread her legs when she felt Chat Noir push his knee between hers, his leg coming up to press against her. She tilted her hips again, grinding against his thigh.
He lowered her with a growl, tugging her robe away completely, before spinning her around to face him. The robe fluttered to the floor, forgotten, as Chat Noir leaned in and kissed her, his hands snaking under her rear to lift her up.
Marinette wrapped her arms and legs around him as he carried her to the couch. He was giving her teasing little kisses, but quickly grew serious once he sat down with her straddling his lap. His tongue slid into her mouth, caressing her own, while he gripped her arse with both hands. She had her arms wrapped tight around his neck, her hands tugging his hood down to grip his hair, as she returned his heated kisses.
The hard ridge in his crotch grew, so she pressed down on it with single-minded purpose. He pulled back with a snarl, then pushed on her backside, while his hips rose up to meet her.
Marinette groaned, as Chat Noir began to rock at a steady pace. She quickly slicked his suit, gliding against his cock easily. A particularly well placed grind left her gasping for breath, unable to maintain their passionate kisses. Undeterred, he kissed along her jaw and down her throat instead, still moving methodically against her.
Her phone rang.
'Ignore that,' she panted, her hands sliding down over his shoulders and pectorals, then back up again.
The phone rang out, then started over again.
Chat Noir growled again, but she couldn't tell if it was annoyance or pleasure. She drew back just enough to look at his face, her movements slowing down. He was glaring from the corner of his eye in the direction the ringing was coming from, his brows furrowed.
The ringing stopped. Marinette was about to breathe a sigh of relief when it began again.
'Oh, come on,' she snapped.
Chat Noir slumped against the back of the lounge. 'Maybe you should answer it.'
Muttering angrily under her breath, she shuffled off his lap and walked to the kitchen bench. As before, the caller ID didn't recognise the number, but she swiped her phone anyway.
'Hello?' she huffed, impatiently.
Unlike the previous times, there was the sound of laboured panting, but still no talking.
Fed up, Marinette went on, 'I know you're there. I can hear you breathing.'
Suddenly, the call ended.
Marinette held her phone out at arm's length, staring at it, frustrated. 'What the hell?'
Chat Noir stood, wincing at his obvious discomfort. 'What was that about?'
She shrugged. 'Wrong number, I guess.'
He frowned as he approached her. 'Are you sure that's all it is?'
She nodded with a confidence she didn't feel. 'What else could it be?'
He hummed thoughtfully, then pulled her back to him. She squeaked in surprise, but melted into his embrace. He tilted her head up with a finger under her chin, then kissed her tenderly, his other hand resting on her hip.
She followed eagerly when he started walking backwards to the couch, still kissing him sweetly, the phone in her hand all but forgotten. She flinched violently when it began to ring again.
'Oh, for the love of,' she exclaimed, letting the sentence go unfinished.
Chat Noir looked down at her. 'Maybe I should go.'
'What? No, you don't have to leave. I'll just turn the dratted thing off.'
He shook his head. 'What if there's an emergency? How would someone contact you if they were having a crisis? Besides, I think the moment's gone.' He looked mournfully down at his crotch.
Indeed, the impressive bulge from a mere few minutes ago had already begun to diminish.
Marinette's groan ended on a pitiful whine. 'Why?'
'Hey,' Chat Noir caressed her cheek with his thumb.
She looked up at him with wide, sad eyes.
'We can pick up where we left off another time,' he told her.
'Really? You still want to?'
His eyes grew hot and intense. 'Absolutely.'
Her whole body tingled, a shiver running up her spine. 'I'll be here,' she whispered.
He kissed her one last time, searing and passionate, before he stepped back. He scooped up her dressing gown as he walked over the threshold, holding it out to her.
'Don't want you to catch cold, Princess,' he said with a leer, openly eyeing her body.
Her cheeks warmed, but she was determined not to feel embarrassed. She strode up to him and accepted the robe. 'Thank you, Kitty,' she told him as she wrapped it around herself.
His smile turned genuine. With an extravagant bow, he grasped her hand and kissed her knuckles. 'Until next time.'
'See you soon, Chat Noir.'
Then he turned around and vaulted away, as she sighed longingly.
Her peace was short lived, when her phone began to ring again. Angry, and frustrated beyond measure, she stormed over to it, and answered the call. She didn't bother with a pleasant hello.
'You've ruined everything,' she screeched, before hanging up.
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