Author's Note: Set between Glaze and Quiver.

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Scratch

The red dot taunted him. Teased and tantalised. It skipped across the floor, just out of reach. Darting across the floor and weaving through furniture always too far away, but too close as well. Adrien couldn't catch it.

Marinette's rug slipped out from under him and sent him spinning away but he didn't let that deter him from getting the dot. Not even his legs being unable to work in tandem with his arms would stop him. He flailed and fumbled and raced across the floor.

That dot would be his. It would be.

If it'd just slow down for a second. If it'd stay still. He leapt high, pouncing on all fours on the place the dot had been moments ago with a "Ha!" only to see it slip through his fingers.

A hand landed on it and then the dot was on his skin. He slammed another hand over the top. Then tried to bite at it.

"It's amazing how quickly you lose your mind when confronted with a red dot."

The dot skipped ahead and Adrien slapped at it. He was not going to allow her to dissuade him from the dot now. "How do you know I'm not doing this to entertain you?"

"Because your butt's wiggling before you pounce, and that's involuntary."

He chuckled and wiggled, just for her. "I happen to know you like it."

"That's beside the point," she said and the dot disappeared.

Adrien span in a tight circle as he looked for the dot before realising that Marinette had put the pointer away. "Awww, I was having fun," he said, sitting on his haunches. He pushed his glasses back up his nose so he could see her better.

Toes skittering on the floor, she let the chair swivel until she faced her sewing machine, then dragged herself closer to the desk. "I said five minutes and you coaxed thirty out of me."

"You enjoyed it."

"I did, but now I have work to do."

He bounced over to her, sitting by her feet and put his head on her lap. "Play with me."

"This is due in the morning," she whined, reaching for her thread box.

He pushed her elbow with his head, messing up what she was doing. "You have hours."

"This is going to take hours."

Wriggling, he inched up in front of her, squeezing through the gap between the desk and her chair. The fact she wouldn't let the chair roll back showed him how serious she was about getting her work done, but he couldn't help himself. "Please? I'm cute," he said, still wriggling until he could straddle her. "Now you can't ignore me."

"Not when you sit on my lap like that," she said and tried to reach past him.

Purring and being as cute as he possibly could, he got in her way. "Pet me. Then I'll leave."

Exasperated, she flopped back on the chair. "You're being adorkable again."

With another rumbling purr, he rubbed his head on her chin, then kissed her neck. "You can't resist me."

She pushed them away from her desk and turned the chair around. Looping her hands beneath his thighs, she picked him up carried him across to the middle of her floor. "I do this, you leave me alone."

Triumphant, he grinned. "Absolutely."

She heaved in a sigh and sat on the floor. He knew, as much as she acted disgruntled about petting him, she enjoyed it as much as he did. He rearranged himself so he draped across her lap, giving her unlimited access to everything he liked to have scratched.

Practiced fingers slid against his special itching spots in his hair and within no time at all, he was in scratch-induced heaven on her lap. Lithe hands removed his glasses for him then ran along the bridge of his nose, up over his forehead and down his cheeks to his chin. He extended his neck so she could run her fingers all the way along and feel the rumble in his throat.

Her other hand worked his neck at the nape, fingernails finding those itchy spots which made him tremble and purr. He mewed at her, knowing she liked it when he was vocal when she hit the right spots around his head and his neck.

He could lie here forever, safe in the bliss of her arms.

Then… she struck.

Achingly familiar lightning shot through his body and he reacted. It was involuntary. He had no control. None at all. Not with the way his torso pushed against her knees or his spine curved or his hips rose. He had no control about his legs locking in place. He only knew it was that spot. That wonderfully delightful spot that she promised she'd never touch again and here she was, digging her fingers in. Oh and it was glorious and so much better than he remembered.

He never wanted her to stop.

Never ever.

Please never stop. Right there, right there. Oh bugaboo!

His hips inched higher, trying to get more pressure out of her fingers and when she obliged, the noise he made sounded like a mixture of a purring mew and a stuttering moan.

Marinette giggled and stopped and Adrien couldn't move. "You adorable monster," he admonished her. "You promised."

"Purr-fect opportunity."

Right then, he made a vow to find out her tendency weakness and exploit it. "If I could move, I'd bite you."

"Promises, promises," she crooned and booped his nose. "Now would you leave me alone?"

Tom cleared his throat from the attic door where he stood with a tray full of croissants. "I think this falls into the heavy petting category, don't you?"

Author's Note: Next up, does Adrien get his revenge?