Marichat May Day 10: “What If?”
“Your turn,” Marinette said as she took another macaron from the plate.
Chat Noir tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Hmm, okay, what if you found out I’m actually Chloe Bourgeois when I’m not transformed?”
Marinette sputtered on the water she had been sipping. “Are you saying you are?!”
“Tsk, tsk, Princess, you know that’s not how we play this game,” he winked.
“Fine. If I found out you were actually Chloe, I probably wouldn’t be that attracted to you anymore.”
Chat Noir’s eyes widened. “A-atrracted to me?”
“Tsk, tsk, kitty,” Marinette smirked. “My turn. Let’s see…what if I told you I’ve drawn you on more than one occasion?”
“Is it because you’re attracted to me?” he beamed.
“More that I seem to have a weakness for blonde hair and green eyes. I wouldn’t take it personally.”
“What other blonde haired, green-eyed foes must I defeat to win your affections?”
Marinette tapped his nose playfully. “That’s not a ‘what if’ question.”
“Fine,” Chat Noir huffed. “What if you were to tell me who else holds your heart, Princess?”
“I don’t think that really counts.”
“I used ‘what if’. That’s literally the only rule of this game.”
Marinette shifted uneasily. “Maybe we shouldn’t play anymore.”
“Sorry,” he ducked his head sheepishly. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
“It’s not you, Chat…it’s just…I have this stupid crush on a guy that I don’t actually think anything will happen with but I can’t seem to let it go. It’s annoying and embarrassing and I would feel stupid telling you that he’s the one who ‘holds my heart’, as you put it, because he’s completely oblivious to the fact.”
Chat Noir leaned in, tucking Marinette’s hair behind her ear. “Then he’s an idiot.”
“He’s not,” she argued.
“What if I told you you’re beautiful?”
“And smart and talented and funny and–” Chat Noir’s words were cut off by Marinette’s lips pressing against his. The kiss was short and sweet and both teens were blushing by the time they pulled apart.
“What if we did that again?” Chat Noir smiled, leaning forward.