Song- Get Away With Murder by Jeffree Starr

This song is on my playlist for writing Safe House

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They stayed in that position for a while, Chat rocking her back and forth in a calming motion. Marinette took in a shaky breath as she clutched onto his hand. She didn't do it because she was in love with him, she wasn't even close to falling for him. She did it because she need the comfort, and Chat was the one who was offering it to her.

"Are you okay, Marinette?"

Was she okay? No, she wasn't. Physically, all she had was the cut on her arm but she knew that wasn't what he meant. Marinette shook her head in disdain, ready to break out in tears again. Chat turned her around, so her tear stained face was facing him.

Instead of speaking, he crushed her body to his, sending her a message. A message that he was there for her, a message that he understands.

Her relatively calm hands clung to his now soaked and see through white shirt. Silently Chat helped Marinette stand up, water pouring off of their wet bodies in thick streams, splashing into the tub below.

He kept his eyes trained on hers, making sure his gaze was not to drift somewhere else.

"Let's get you dressed." Marinette nodded to show that she was listening. Chat reached behind the girl and grabbed the towel that was thrown across the floor and gently the fluffy cloth around her body so she was completely concealed from him.

"Come on Princess. Wouldn't want to get a cold now, would you?" He winked at her and gave her a cheeky smirk, resulting in a ghost of a smile crossing her lips.

"I'm not changing with you in here silly kitty." She let out a deep breath as the sopping wet boy that was previously holding her stepped out of the still filled tub and walked out of the bathroom, leaving a trail of water behind him as he left with a sloshing noise.

A blush covered her face as she noticed the see through shirt was showing off his tanned skin underneath, revealing the muscles that he had probably gotten being Chat Noir. But that wasn't what made her blush. It was the fact that his soaked jeans got so heavy that they were starting to lower as he walked away, lowering farther and farther down his hips. She gazed at the thick black waistband of his underwear before she diverted her attention to a different thought.

Chat saw me naked. He was hugging me naked. He saw me naked... Oh my god...

As Marinette was freaking out, Adrien was having similar thoughts swirl around his head.

I just saw Marinette naked. I just saw my Princess naked. I hugged my Princess, while she was naked! What if she thinks I'm a pervert?

His mind replayed different scenarios for the next time he would see her and he groaned.

She hates me. She loves me in my Adrien form, but now she hates me in my Chat Noir form. Great.

He sighed as he pulled out his laptop again and sat down at the white marble island in the white and pea green kitchen.

The yellow post it notes he had pressed onto the sides of the screen were pulled off as he set them on the counter instead, bunching them in to a pile.

It felt like he had stared at the bright screen for hours until Marinette walked into the kitchen.

"Sorry. I kinda took this from you." She apologized as she pointed at the gray sweatpants he had been wearing last night. His face flushed before he cleared his throat and spoke.

"It's fine. I got you some of your clothes while I was out." He gestured to the black duffel bag on the kitchen table. She nodded silently before sitting next to him.

"What are you doing?" She peered over his shoulder as she leaned closer to him, making the blood in his veins begin to boil. It grew hot around the two and her wet hair hung in her face.

His sudden urge to move it back in place took over before he could realize what he was doing. His hand went up to the cold wet locks of hair and swiped them to the side, tucking them behind her ear, a dark red ear at that.

"S-Sorry." He stuttered before turning his head back to the laptop. "I'm doing some research on the DeLuzrios."

Her brow furrowed as her bluebell eyes clouded over in confusion. She gave him a look telling him to go on.

"The DeLuzrios are the leaders of Proiettile Velenoso. Or, Poisonous Bullet. The most dangerous gang in France and Italy."

"Why are they called Poisonous Bullet? And why are you researching them?"

"They're called Poisonous Bullet because that's how they kill people. Usually, they torture whoever they are attacking, and then they shoot them with a bullet laced with Botulinum Toxin. It was used in a Sherlock Holmes case. When the poison enters your body, you move into paralysis. Eventually, it goes to the paralysis of your lungs, leading to death." He answered, avoiding her last question. He knew she was going to ask again, so he tried to distract her.

"Are you hungry? I went out and bought some food, so I can make you breakfast if you want."

He had learned from the chefs in his house how to make some dishes when he didn't have Chinese or fencing. It was actually one of the few things he enjoyed to do and looked forward to it.

When she silently nodded her head he stood up, abandoning the sleek laptop and heading towards the white refrigerator.

He knew just what to make to cheer her up. Chocolate chip pancakes. His mom used to make it for him every time he was sad or upset. He only hoped it could lift her spirits.

"I'm sorry about earlier, Princess. I didn't see anything, I swear." His face subtly turned pink, lightly dusting his cheeks as he tried hard to control it. The images of her naked chest flooded his mind and he slammed the door close, breaking the image in his head and the silence that surrounded the two teenagers.

Yes, he may have lied to her but it was to make her feel a little bit more comfortable. And maybe it was because he was too selfish to have her hate him in his Chat Noir form as well.

"Y-Yeah." The girl stuttered as she cleared her throat. While he was distracted with pouring flour into a bowl, she snuck a peek in his laptop.

Jack DeLuzrio.

She saw a picture of a young man, a bit roughed up, but she could still recognize him. Inside the mugshot, holding a black piece of plastic with his name on it, was the man she killed.

Jack DeLuzrio.

His black hair was shorter in this picture, and no sign of a beard was shown on his face. Though his right eye was black and swollen, the left eye was still open, showing off one of his dark brown eyes.

Suddenly the screen was slammed shut, cutting the picture of the man she had killed from her vision.

"That was the man I killed, wasn't it?..." Chat opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. His throat felt swollen and dry as he looked at the emotionless girl in front of him.

"Jack DeLuzrio... One of the leaders of Proiettile Velenoso."

"His dad, Marc DeLuzrio, is the leader."

"That's why you're protecting me, isn't it? Because they're coming after me."

Chat frowned at the way she had put it. He wasn't protecting her just because the Proiettile Velenosos were going after her. He was protecting her because she was his friend. When he went to her house that one fateful night, that night he had first gotten a clue on Proiettile Velenoso. The clue about the disappearance of his mother.

Instead of throwing him out, she let him in and got him hit chocolate and a blanket.

And it hurt that she thought he was only protecting her because of Proiettile Velenoso.

"You think that's the only reason?"

She didn't speak but nod. Hurt, he turned away and walked back to the pancake batter.

She didn't need to know all the reasons why he was protecting her. As long as she knew he was there for her, that was enough for him.

"The pancakes will be done soon." She nodded and started to put the ingredients away. When she was holding the small bag of flour, her clumsiness decided to kick in.

She slipped on the tile floor and the white powder showered itself onto Chat. She froze on her seat on the ground and looked up at the now white Chat Noir. Chat Blanc.

"Sorry!" She apologized. She tried to cover her snickers behind her hand but she knew he heard them.

"Oh, so that's how it is, huh?" He turned to face her. The girl's fit of laughter finally broke through, bubbling out of her chest as she stared at his face.

The black sunglasses were still on but half of his face was covered in flour, including his golden blonde hair.

Before she could react Chat broke an egg on the counter and cracked it open over her head. She felt the cold slimy liquid flow through her hair, giving her chills as it reached the nape of her neck. Goosebumps ran rampant on her arms, the hair sticking up as she looked up in shock at Chat who was having no trouble laughing at her.

"Fine, have it your way." She lifted the egg yolk that was on her head and stood up, meeting Chat nose for nose. Some of the powder on his face wiped off onto the top of her nose but that didn't stop her from what she was going to do.

Lifting the hand that was holding the egg yolk, she quickly brought it down on top of his golden hair. His mouth formed an 'o' shape as she began to massage it into his hair, the tips of her fingers gently scratching his scalp.

"Oh, it's so on." Chat grabbed the can of whip cream that was sat on the counter. It was meant for the chocolate chip pancakes, but now, this was war. Marinette shrieked and fled from him, going to the opposite end of the room, the island being the only thing between the two.

When he moved right, she did too. She mocked his movements until he did something that surprised her. He swiftly leapt over the island, sliding his body on the slick marble surface and crashed into her.

The two tumbled to the ground and Chat landed on top of her. Without him realizing it, his heart started to beat more rapidly. Same goes for the girl underneath him.

He ducked his head so that their noses were once again touching, the brim of his sunglasses starting to slide down to he bridge of his nose. He quickly readjusted it so she couldn't figure out his secret identity before going back untrue same position. He smirked, a smirk that had never been more flirtatious and genuine as he stared at Marinette.

He studied each of the freckles on her face, memorizing them. His gaze moved from her freckles to her parted pink lips and quickly moved his eyes back to hers. Slowly moving his head, dragging his nose from hers, softly trailing it down to her jaw and to her ear, he whispered into her ear.

She felt the heat coming from his breath as he whispered.

"I win."

He pulled away and sprayed some whipped cream on the tip of her nose.

"I think the winner should get a reward." He placed a finger on his chin, as if he was thinking. "I know!"

His tongue darted out and he licked the cream of of her nose in a quick fluent motion. He did it so fast that she didn't have time to react. The only thing that could prove he did it was the wetness on her nose from his saliva.

"Chat! The pancakes!" He quickly jumped up, grabbing Marinette's wrist and bring her up with him. "They're burning!"

So Chat raced off to save his Princess from the burning pancakes.

Sorry, I guess I forgot to tell you that Safe House would take a bit longer to write chapters for, considering they are 2, 3, sometimes even 4 times longer than the Red String andSevered Ties chapter are.

QOTC: What is your favorite fanfiction that I have written?

AOTC: I am really proud of this one.

Anyways, until next time, peace!