Chat Noir was always enjoying his princess' company. He may have been a criminal, but he still cared about the princess of Paris. As of now, they had been dating for fifteen months, and as tomorrow was Valentines' day, he had trouble of getting her the perfect present. He had gotten a bouquet of pink and red roses. The present, on the other hand, was slightly trickier. He had no idea what to get her. She was so... Amazing herself, that it was difficult to pick out just one thing. So he decided to spoil her, with quite a few presents. The first was a teddy bear which held a heart. The second was a box of chocolate, in the shape of heart (it was white chocolate, of course, her favourite) and the the third was a heart shaped ring, that was made of gold and emerald.

Meanwhile, she had only gotten him a bracelet, with their shipping name, given to her by Alya. It was gold, with the name 'MariChat' written in charm. She was so nervous to give him it, in case he rejected it. Marinette smiled, nervously shifting from one foot to the other. What if he hated her for it? When he saw her, his eyes lit up, and he embraced her, his fingers on her chin so she faced him. He smiled, and couldn't think of anything else but how could it'd be to kiss her. She saw his eyes wonder to her lips; she blushed in anticipation. But she was always one step ahead of her silly little kitty, wasn't she? She reached on her tiptoes, and kissed him, her soft pink lips soft against his warm lips. He pulled her closer, and she giggled as he handed her a bunch of roses.

"Happy Valentines day, princess." Marinette blushed; as he was intruding in her palace yet again, she had every right to kick him out; but she only wanted him holding her tightly. He turned around, and she twirled around, only... She wasn't known as graceful, and slipped over the oiled surface. He caught her; she grabbed on to his hard muscles, relishing the feel of him, "You're falling for me, really badly, aren't you?" He teased, placing a kiss on her forehead.

"N-no." She blushed, and he pressed another kiss on her, this time her cheek. She coughed awkwardly, and knew somehow she had to press the issue of her marriage, that she'd have to marry Prince Adrien if he and her didn't, well- get engaged themselves.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" He caressed her cheek, and she blushed.

"I- It doesn't matter." She lied, "It's just- there's a prince coming to the palace tomorrow, and I'll have to reject him, just like every other prince." He nodded.

"Yeah, I guess so." He replied.

"Because my heart belongs to you." She grabbed him by the collar, forcefully kissing him. Her hands were soft, pretty much like the rest of her, as she held him close to her, "Soon we have to confess our love for each other in front of my parents."

"Soon, but not yet, hm?" He asked, nuzzling her throat. Marinette giggled, and held her hand out, pressing a bracelet in his hand. He looked touched, and Marinette blushed, crimson. "Why, thank you." He lowered his lashes, looking bashful. His ring made a bleeping sound, and she pulled away.

"What's that?" Her voice was soft.

"It means I have to go, my sweet love." He replied, and bowed to her.

The night after meeting Adrien, she knew she wouldn't mind to be betrothed to him. His soft caress as he moved hair from her face. Even though she didn't love him, it wouldn't have hurt her to marry someone like him, as elegant and graceful as her Chat was. She stared in the mirror, a tear falling down her cheek.

"I love... I love you Chat, but where are you?" She asked quietly.

Maybe he'd seen him nearly kiss her.

Marinette returned to the party, and Adrien was nowhere to be seen. Chat, however, was dancing with Princess Lila. She felt herself tremble, and they locked eyes. She was sure hers wet with many tears. She couldn't stop herself. The rumours had told that the princess wasn't even chaste- royals certainly weren't supposed to have, well, done it, and even normal town women frowned upon it. Marinette felt her shoulders sag, and her mother told her off. Chat turned, and his eyes were shining. Princess Lila stroked his cheek, and she lifted her hand, moving closer. She moved closer, and closer. Marinette hadn't noticed she was even moving, until she had a firm grip on Princess Lila's arm.

"A- Are you okay?" Princess Lila asked, "You're here, aren't you, Chat, as my date?" She asked, and smiled beautifully at him.

"No, I said that-" He started.

"You two look gorgeous together." Marinette answered cuttingly. Chat recoiled, gripping her arm.

"A dance, Princess Marinette?" He asked.

"Only because-" He had taken her away, twirled her around.

"I don't like her." He replied, "I love you,"

"Aw, if only I could trust you." She snarled. He pressed a kiss to her lips, and bent on one knee. His heart pounded, he knew she was going to say no and all because of the other stupid stuck up princess.

"Will you…?" He asked.

The anger ebbed away, it was obvious he was hers.

"Of course, My Prince." She leaned up and kissed him, gently.

She was his princess.

(Part One of two)