[A/N: Continuation of Italicks]

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[Recap]

"You're really serious about us and the future confessions?" she asked, holding my shoulders delicately.

"More than anything."

"Then I'm yours."

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Marinette 🍪

Chat slowly began kissing me on my jaw which sent shivers down my spine. His fingers caressed the skin of my hips, intimately riding the shirt above my stomach. His lips made their way to my collar bone before licking me on my neck.

I steadied my breathing as my hands had a mind of their own— they gripped the rim of my vest and stripped it from my body. I was wearing a black-laced bra this time and I could feel myself blushing because Chat was giving me that hungry look again. But he hesitated...this was the position we had been in the last time until his Miraculous beeped.

"It won't be long before I detransform," Chat admitted, keeping his hands behind his back, "So whatever you choose from here, Princess, I'll accept it."

"I do want this, Chaton," I sighed, "Really, I do, but I'm not ready to see your true identity under that mask."

Not until I show you mine, I thought, imagining what he would possibly think if he showed me his identity before realising that his Princess was actually his Lady all along.

"I understand," Chat sighed, slumping his shoulders forward, "Only when you're ready—"

"Hold on a second," I interrupted, jumping off of the couch.

I ran to my cupboard with an almost bare chest and beating heart, Chat stared after me while I took out a black, cotton scarf from the pink drawer at the corner of my room. I could not believe what I was about to let Chat Noir do to me. We knew so much about each other after the months we spent talking as both Ladybug and Marinette, but I still did not know who he truly was. And yet... I wanted this from him for quite some time— not lust or plain, unemotional sex off the bat: something Adrien probably could never have given me— the pleasure of making love.

"A scarf," I explained, "to use as a blindfold so that I won't see you detransform while we...you know..."

Chat gave me that same soft smile and walked towards me. He held me by my waist and pulled me towards him gently. He used his baton to switch off the light in my room and lift us towards my bed below the trap door. The room was dark now. The only light source we had was the moonlight illuminating from the balcony's trap door, setting a romantic atmosphere over us.

"If you can't handle it—"

"I'll let you know."

❤️ (<3)

"C-cover your eyes now, Marinette," Chat hissed before breathing onto my stomach.

I did as he told me, wrapping the black scarf tightly around my head. It was already dark because Chat had switched off the light but I could still see him through the moonlight so there was no use arguing.

I heard Chat's Miraculous beep one last time before he detransformed. I covered my chest protectively because I had just realised that Chat obviously also had a Kwami who was now going to appear in front of us and I did not think through his/her reaction to what we were doing.

"Are you kidding me?" an unfamiliar voice complained to Chat, "Not another Miraculous Holder."

"Shut up, Plagg," Chat spat angrily.

"Just give me some Camembert and I'll leave you two alone to make a kitten or whatever."

"Plagg!"

I bit my lip to stop the laughter from bursting out of me. Chat and his Kwami definitely did not have a relationship as friendly as mine and Tikki's. But then again, she would too be furious if she saw me making out with Chat like this... Oh no, I just realised that Chat's Kwami had just witnessed everything!

"We have Camembert downstairs somewhere in the kitchen," I announced, blushing uncontrollably, "It's either in the fridge or in one of the cabinets."

"Thank you," Plagg said gratefully, "See, she has manners."

"Leave us alone!"

Chat apologised to me once Plagg left the room, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. I admitted to him that his 'creature' was so funny— I could not let him know that I knew what a Kwami was: he'd be too suspicious.

"It's called a Kwami," Chat sighed, "all Miraculous Holders have one. It's a long story that I'll tell you later. But right now..."

He traced his finger just above my pyjama pant's line— it felt much different to his leathery touch since it was now truly skin-on-skin and his cat claws had disappeared. Nevertheless, it was another new sensation that I was starting to immediately enjoy.

I had also realised that the Chat who was running his hand over my body at that exact moment was no longer 'Chat Noir' at all. He was the boy under the mask now and I still had no idea who his true identity was... But I had come to the conclusion that it did not matter at this point in time because he was willing to confess to me if I chose and he was willing to wait or me and respect my decision.

To me, the boy was not a stranger, he's someone I've gotten to know better throughout the months— someone who loves and would do anything to protect me. He was Chat Noir on the inside and that's what counts. We picture a future with each other so I'll be forever aiming for it.

I helped him pull off my pyjama shorts and had forgotten which colour underwear I was wearing, but could not afford to take off my blindfold just to check. Chat kissed my stomach and caressed my thighs by rubbing his warm and gentle hands on my skin. I felt as if lightning were coursing through my body.

Before he could do anything else on me, I felt for the bottom of his shirt and slid my hand under the clothing. Chat removed his hands from me and I assumed that he was taking his shirt off. He climbed over me again. I felt his legs brush against mine in a slow manner, my heart beating much faster when I realised that he had also taken his pants off. Chat leaned forward and kissed me on my lips, hard.

I raised my hand again to his now bare chest which, to my surprise, was quite impressive... Chat Noir had a six-pack body with muscular arms hidden under his shirt. I kept feeling his stomach just to check if it were real— Chat Noir had a body fit for a professional model! How did I become so lucky? Stop thinking like this, Marinette.

"I love you," he whispered.

My heart skipped a beat at the sudden timing of that breath-taking sentence: three simple words that rendered me speechless. 'I love you'— Chat said it with so much sincerity and care added to a mildly desperate voice, I did not even pay attention to his hand sliding toward my thigh. His trembling fingers pinched the rim of my underwear cautiously.

It was almost too perfect: the person I loved reciprocated my feelings and allowed me to choose whether or not I wanted him to make love with me. He had respect for a woman's body which some men lack and he'd be careful with me until I tell him when I'm ready. Not to mention the shape of his body. It was all exactly what I wanted.

But I was missing something... Something we had learnt so many times in school which we were always supposed to be worries about at times like these. I... I couldn't think... With his skin rubbing against mine and lips pressed to my neck, all I could feel was excitement. I was in the spur of the moment, believing that nothing would possibly stop me from interrupting us... Besides him.

"I can't," Chat sighed, suddenly snapping his hands away from me.

I went completely still. My heart felt as if it were breaking. No, in fact, it felt as if it had froze liked he rest of my body. I should have known that he was not going to risk his virginity on a girl like me. I mean, what if he wasn't even virgin? What if the whole time he just pitied me on being so weak? 'I can't': nothing good comes out of those words.

"I... I'm sorry, Princess," he apologised, "but I only just remembered—"

"No, I get it," I croaked, grateful that my scarf was able to over my developing tears, "y-you don't think I-I'm ready. It's fine."

"Marinette..."

I wanted to see his expression, whether or not he was frustrated or piteous towards me. Maybe he was both— maybe he was even grateful that I cared about what he thought of me. Who was this boy? Why did he reject me like this?

"I'm not worth it anyway," my scarf felt a bit damp upon my eyes: the tears were being soaked up by the fabric, "Chat, please if you're feeling sorry for me—"

I felt his palm upon my lips to shut me up. I was tempted to bite his hand in anger, but could not open my mouth for fear of letting out another wrenching sob. He asked me to let him explain so I obliged, keeping my lips sealed tight.

"I...haven't been tested yet."

My tears stopped flowing, my brain calculating the logic of that sentence. I had learnt about 'testing for STI's or any other diseases' in school. For those of you who don't know: STI's are 'Sexually Transmitted Infections' that can enter your system through various forms of bodily fluids like saliva, blood etc. STI's have no signs or symptoms so it can easily overlooked. It's why it's good to go through 'testing' at a clinic before having sex— just to be safe.

"I'm not going to put you in danger again, Marinette," Chat said solemnly, "especially with an internal infection. I just want to make sure..."

I was such an idiot— I knew that there was something missing! Stupid Marinette! As Ladybug, I was such a responsible leader with an intelligent mindset. As Marinette, I did not even hesitate to stop my boyfriend from making love to me. And the worst part is that I did not do testing either.

"Chat, you're completely right," I stated in embarrassment, "we both should have gone through testing before acting on this. It's my fault."

"No, it's not," Chat argued as I heard the trap door open from downstairs, "It's both of ours. I should have told you earlier."

There was a moment of silence before Plagg's voice echoed through the room: "Best Camembert EVER!"

The outburst cheered me up just a bit. So did Chat's words— if he had not stopped himself from carrying on, either one of us would have ended up with an STI. He's so smart, I thought admirably, and generous, kind and strong.

"My parents aren't here tomorrow night," I mumbled unnecessarily, "i-if you wanted t-to know that."

"I'll be here," Chat promised with a light chuckle, "tested and all. Cats' Honour, Princess."

He then shouted 'Plagg, Claws Out!', kissed me on the cheek and jumped off of my bed. The next thing I knew, the air felt chilly. I took the blindfold off and realised he had gone.

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A/N: I apologise for not updating sooner. I was working on this very long chapter, whilst working on covers and different ideas of stories for my future books.

I hope this chapter has taught you just a few things about the cautiousness of relationships. Many people in the world don't have knowledge about STI's and testing before sex, which I think should be enforced upon everyone before any possible danger is inflicted on you, your partner or anyone you love.

Here is a link for venues throughout the world in which you can search and contact specialists in STI testing through your own country (if needed):
http://www.whatclinic.com/doctors/Worldwide/sexually-transmitted-diseases-testing

Other sources:
https://m.kidshealth.org/en/teens/std.html?WT.ac=
https://www.stdcheck.com/blog/how-to-get-an-std-without-having-sex/
http://www.iwannaknow.org/teens/sti/testing.html

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