Hey Guys! This is my first fic for this fandom and I'm really excited! This is super short little drabble but I will probably write something longer if this is well received. I was inspired by this post.

"Hey princess! I just finished my patrol and I grabbed us some hot cocoa and I was wondering if you wanted to hang out on the terrace for a bit," Paris's finest feline said from Marinette's windowsill. She sat up straight at the purr of his voice and her arm jerked, making a large grey streak across her physics homework.

"Oh! Chat! You surprised me! Yeah! I'd love to! Just give me a second to change into something warmer, it's kind of chilly out there. Go on up and wait for me," Marinette said without turning to look at him. He came into her room, the exact opposite of what she had wanted.

"I'm sure whatever you're wearing is purrfect. Besides, I can keep you warm" he said. She could practically hear the grin.

"Sorry kitty, but you'll see me in my nightshirt when pigs fly," she responded. She heard him raise his hands defensively.

"Ok, I'll head on up, no need to bring out the claws," he said as he retreated up the stairs. When she heard the trap door close she sighed and spun around in her desk chair.

"I was right. Your shirt is perfect!" She heard the sly cat say from the top of the stairs. She stared at him in horror as he stared at her shirt with amusement.

Her hair was down and all she was wearing was back cat fuzzy socks and a extra-long black t-shirt that read "CATS ARE IN RIGHT MEOW" in white Impact lettering. Her face was a bright red to complete the look.

"It-it's not- it's not what it looks like!" She stuttered out. Chat hopped down to the floor and was shortening the distance between them.

"It looks like you have a thing for felines. Maybe, a thing for a specific chat?" He quipped, saying the last word a mere foot from her blushed face.

"You wish!" Marinette shot back, trying to keep her voice from shaking. She loved Adrian, but with Chat so close...

"My heart belongs to my lady," he retorted, also trying to keep his voice level. His mind agreed with his words but the rest of his body was moving closer and closer the the blue eyed girl in front of him.

"Then why do you slink through my window every night?" She returned. Their were mere inches between them.

"Because..." But that's all he said before his lips were on hers.

She didn't know why she did it, but she kissed him back, unballing her fists and linking her fingers behind his neck. He closed whatever space had been left between them by putting his clawed hands on her back and pulling her into him.

When they broke for air she whispered softly against his lips "Cats really are in right meow"