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"These are ridiculous, listen," Marinette said, laughing.
She and Chat were used to doing something to pass the time during patrol. Sometimes it was playing cards, sometimes it was people watching and sometimes it was reading silly teen magazines.
"I don't like kissing and my boyfriend insists on doing it for a long time. He says that kissing for 20 minutes is completely normal. Is something wrong with me not to want this?"
"Yikes," Chat chuckled.
"I can kind of see her or his point," Marinette shrugged.
"Why? I can imagine kissing you for 20 minutes," he said, absolutely matter-of-factly.
She, on the other hand, felt warmth creep up her face. She hadn't wanted that picture in her mind!
"This isn't about me," she reminded him, trying not to sound flustered.
"Well, I'm just being honest."
"Well, I think that kissing is overrated," she harrumphed. Well, not in general, but 20 minutes certainly sounded excessive.
The look of hurt on his face didn't make sense.
"Now I'm taking this personally," he pouted.
"What the hell do you mean?"
"Was kissing me so bad that it turned you off for good?"
It wasn't a memory, just a brief flash of a sensation that caught her unprepared. Not forgotten, but forbidden.
"Oh, kitty," she groaned, almost wanting to slap herself. She shouldn't have said that. "That barely counted as a kiss. I didn't mean it like this."
It counted enough in her mind, but she never allowed herself to think about it.
"Then don't judge until you've tried again."
Now this was an interesting idea. No, it isn't, a part of her wanted to shout. But it was too late. Her eyes were already drawn to the slight curve of Chat's lips.
"M'lady?"
"Hmm?"
They looked so inviting. Maybe she wouldn't mind having another go.
"Why are you looking at me as if.. I'm an appetiser or something," he laughed nervously.
Marinette smiled, completely agreeing with the assessment.
"Let's try again," she said, already scooting closer.
"What?"
"This kissing thing," she said impatiently. Her cheeks were burning but she was on a mission.
"Now?" He gulped.
"Do you prefer basing your judgement just on your imagination?" She teased him.
"Um.. no."
"Don't look so scared then," she said as she leaned in.
"Hey! I'm just a little nervous. What if we're really bad at this?" But he wasn't pulling back. He was waiting for her.
"Kitty." It was barely a whisper, but it was a plea he understood. And he clearly couldn't resist.
He closed the distance between them and their lips touched. It was familiar, that much was certain.
But if this was going to be a good basis for her opinion on kissing, it had to be more than that. She had to do more.
Except that, to her surprise, it was Chat who took the initiative. She felt a gentle hand on the side of her head that guided her to the right while he seemed to move in the opposite direction. And yes, it was better.
His lips were soft and gentle. She had expected him to be a bit impatient or overenthusiastic. But he surprised her by kissing her almost reverently. It was incredibly sweet.
And just like that Marinette felt all her fears and insecurities leave her. It all melted away under the persistent touch of his lips. Suddenly, she wanted more.
Her hands shot up, finding purchase in his hair and somehow pulling him even closer as her lips pressed harder to his.
She heard his gasp and felt his lips part and a sudden burst of courage made her take advantage of this to slip her tongue into his mouth.
For a second, she was afraid that this might be the moment when it would all go south. Because she had no idea what she was doing and neither did he.
But after a moment's hesitation, she felt the answering touch. And it was unlike anything she'd expected.
Maybe if he'd shoved his tongue down her throat, an expression she'd heard uttered with disgust by some girls, it would have been bad. Instead, it was tentative but surprisingly sensual.
She'd never before seen the appeal in swapping spit with someone but this was nothing like it. It was slick and hot but he wasn't slobbering all over her. It was subtle and making her want to linger, not run away.
Unfortunately, she had to pull back because she'd subconsciously stopped breathing and now she needed air.
Their eyes met in the falling darkness as they remained close even as their chests expanded with rapid breaths. They wordlessly agreed that they wanted more so once they had replenished their air supply, they dove back in, this time even more confidently.
It wasn't an endless liplock. The deeper kisses were punctuated by playful nips or soft, lingering touches. They sometimes smiled or even chuckled between kisses, all giddy. It was like a dance that never really got them separated, only changed the tempo.
Marinette didn't find it easy to admit defeat but she had to this time. She had been wrong. Because kissing Chat was absolutely divine. What was more, it was addictive. She couldn't imagine stopping.
A part of her knew that this wasn't a random coincidence. She was sure that she wouldn't have this with someone else. They moved together, as one, taking their cues from the other one and somehow never missing a beat. They were in sync and it was beautiful.
When a distant clock struck the hour and startled them apart, they laughed breathlessly, their faces flushed.
Marinette knew that when they had been reading that magazine, now lying somewhere forgotten, it had been half past. So this meant that they had been kissing close to half an hour.
"We're not doing bad, at all," Chat said, his eyes soft and happy. She nodded with a smile.
"I was wrong. I think that kissing is easy, and certainly very nice, with the right person," she said.
It was a rather grand statement but she didn't want to take it back. She really felt that he was the right one for her. And he clearly understood this.
"I really hope that that reader finds their person because no one should miss out on this," he said quietly before pulling her closer for another kiss.
She certainly agreed because she was on the boyfriend's side. She had kissed Chat for more than 20 minutes and would gladly do it for much longer.
The wonderful thing was that nothing was stopping her from doing it.