For Marichat week 2016. Day 7/7, prompt: purring.

And here we are! The last prompt! I enjoy this series and the entire love square we got, so hopefully I'll write more ML! Simply the best!

Once a cat, always a cat.

They are in a meadow. On the rare occasion Chat Noir decided where they go, he chose this quaint little meadow far away from the lively city.

At first, Marinette expected something more of a scene style. Something with pizazz. But no. He had this lovely little picnic and blanket set up just for the two of them. He brought almost everything; scrumptious sandwiches, divine drinks. The only thing he didn't bring was desert. He said he tried to make some cookies but they didn't turn out as he had hoped and thought Marinette would have been critical of them. Marinette handed Chat a bag of cookies. The bag had the chocolate chip cookies he always admired and a ladybug and black cat frosted cookie.

After their fill, they talked, reminiscing about the different villains they faced. Marinette blushed when she described how she broke Chat from his trance with Dark Cupid, but she told the story in full anyway. Eventually, Chat became sleepy. Marinette offered her lap for him to sleep on. She ran her hands through his soft blond locks, giggling as a low grumble vibrated in his throat. A cat will always be a cat.

"I still can't believe it was you," said Chat.

"Well, you did see me transform."

"Yeah, I know. "It's just—" he regarded her for a moment, one hand cupping her face. "—who knew all this time I was with Ladybug even when she was not? It's like . . . like something from a book."

"A little surreal for you, eh, Chat Noir?" she smirked but held his hand against her cheek.

Chat smiled before sitting up. His green eyes looked at her fondly. She knew he was always looking at her like that, even when he thought she didn't know. She always ignored it since they had more important things to deal with. She used to wish he would stop, but now she wished he'd never take his eyes off her.

"I think, to be fair, it's time I show you who I am."

"Chat," she said. "What I did was of my own choice. I'm not forcing you to do so, nor do you owe me anything Chat. I know I always talk about privacy, but it goes the same way for you too, Chat."

Chat Noir pressed his lips to hers. He pulled back, smiling as his thumb rubbed her cheek. "I'm glad it's you, Marinette." And there was a flash of green, green light.