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You know what’s good? Adrien and Chat!Marinette, age 17-ish.
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“New look?” Adrien asked as his black-clad Lady dropped down from his open window. He knew all about her new look, of course. There was presently a bright red kwami enjoying a luxurious bath in his tub.
But all or most of his attempts to be clever died on his tongue when Chat Noir stood to her full height and sashayed in his direction. Swinging hips, coy smile, hungry blue eyes behind magical green sclera. She stopped a few feet away from him and twisted to one side, then the other. “My partner and I are trying something different this week. You like?”
He reminded himself to curse Plagg later. Ladybug looked good in a cat suit. Too good. He reached for her hips. “Hmm. How can I say yes without getting in trouble?”
His Lady slipped right out of his grasp. “You could be honest,” she said. Adrien watched her saunter over to his sofa, where she slid onto her hands and knees and arched her back like she hadn’t had a good stretch in months. He tried to focus on the way her claws extended and retracted, rather than drool over the rest of her like a lousy tomcat.
She’d have enjoyed that too much.
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