Breathin' A Bit Better

by OasisLake76

Summary:

Scene's I don't use in Ladybug and Her Misfit Kitty. (Discontinued) Ch.1-8

Scene's I don't use in Paw prints Aplenty (Not Posted Yet) Ch.9-

Chapter 1

Marinette was this close to crushing someone’s skull in. Preferably hers or Lila’s. 

 

“-And the new hero is totally a buzz kill!” The brunette in question drawled. Waving one of her hands about in a flippant manner. “She won’t even give me the time of daylight. Me. Ladybugs best friend!” 

 

“That’s just not right, dudette.” Nino shook his head. Over half her class surrounding the liar doing the same. 

 

Marinette glared and stabbed her fork into her salad. Turning her gaze down to her lunch so she didn't accidentally catch eyes with one of Lie-la’s attack dogs and go through another spiel about being a ‘bad friend’ and ‘you’re just jealous’ which she wasn’t. 

 

“Marinette.” Tiki popped her head out of her purse. The small God held her buzzing phone to where Odassy’s  name tag was easily read. 

 

Something loosened her chest as she reached down. Gently running her finger against Tiki’s cheek in a silent thanks before pulling her phone out. She missed the call but Odassy immediately sent a message afterwards. 

 

‘Stop stabbing your salad like it killed your family.’ 

 

Marinette’s confusion was very evident in her face. Odassy’s school was almost on the other half of Paris. For the black cat holder to know what she was eating at all was weird. Another message was sent, pulling Marinette‘s attention out of her spiraling thoughts. 

 

‘Look up.’ 

 

It was followed with a cheeky cat emoji and Marinette’s head practically snapped up towards the roof around the open courtyard. Her eyes nearly bulged out of her eyes as she saw Odassy or Misfit leaning on her tail that made a makeshift seat. 

 

Leather tail twitching in amusement as she shut her metal disk and flipped it in her hand. It caught the high rises sun and casted multiple shining rays on the courtyard. Effectively catching other people’s attention. 

 

She’s such an attention seeker. Marinette thought without the usual bite that followed after those kinds of thoughts. Odyssey isn’t anywhere near like Lila and Chloe. 

 

“Is that Misfit?” Someone yelled. Whoever didn’t catch the black heroine originally now was looking to where they were pointing up to the roof edge. 

 

If Marinette looked around she would have caught Alya yanking her phone out of her pocket. Aiming to record Misfit and move forward, opening her mouth to question why the new hero was here, but immediately stumbled back when the black cat extended her bat. Using it similarly like Chat’s extended baton and leaned against it. Moving across the courtyard and landing with her feet planted Marinette’s lunch table. Bringing everyone’s attention to her as well. 

 

“Miss Dupain-Cheng.” Misfit raised her eyebrow. Her voice sounded serious but even if Marinette had known the holder for a month and a half she could see the way the corner of Odassy’s mouth twitched. 

 

“Yes?” She asked 

 

“I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to arrest you.” 

 

“Excuse me!?” Marinette’s rising happy attitude immediately plummeted. “On what grounds?” She slammed her hands down on the table, disturbing her salad and sending it to the ground. 

 

“On the reason you didn’t answer the group chat last night.” Misfit slammed a fist down and moved her face closer. A small smile folding over her lips. 

 

Marinette jerked her head back. Eyebrows furrowing in confusion until it dawned on her. “Do you mean the question you asked me last night?” 

 

“Is Hawkmoth bald or not!?” Misfit slammed her hand multiple times on the table. “I have money placed on this bet on this, Mari!” 

 

She threw her hands up and sighed in exasperation. “You and your bets!” 

 

“Mari!” Misfit whined. A smile fully taking her lips. 

 

“You disturbed my lunch!” She pointed a finger at the cat. Poking at her nose and making the heroine giggle. “You ruined my salad and it’s all over the floor now, Look!” Moving her finger to the floor next to the table bench she was awkwardly standing over. 

 

“I’ll buy you something after class.” Misfit leaned forward and looked at the scattered lunch. 

 

“I don’t want your money.” She huffed and crossed her arms. Being petty even though a laugh was bubbling in Marinette’s chest. “I want my salad.” 

 

“You’re pickier than Ladybug.” 

 

Marinette gasped in shock. Eyes widening as a smile spread across her face as she reached forward to swat at the cat. “You take that back.” 

 

“Never!” Misfit stuck her tongue out, fangs glinting in the sun just a bit, and leaned back as Marinette planted a hand on the table to try and get a hold of the black cat. “I’ll get you after class.” 

 

“You will not!” Marinette stomped her foot. Glaring at the other girl as Misfit leaned against her extended bat and waved at her. 

 

“Oh yes I am!” And just like that she shot herself up and onto the roof again. Waving at the citizens before flirtingly waving at Marinette with a playful wink before jumping away. 

 

“That mangy cat!” Marinette said that more to herself than the shocked crowed of Françoise Dupont. Licking her lips before smiling. Chuckling to herself at her partner's antics. 

 

Misfit brought out a side of Ladybug, and Marinette, that Paris has never seen. Her flirting was much more… innocent then Chat’s. She constantly asked if Ladybug was alright with it before continuing. Only ever saying one-liners or innocent remarks about Marinette’s appearance. And their interactions were a lot nicer. They joked together a lot more then when she and Chat used to but that’s chalked up to Misfit literally cuffing the back of her head and telling Marinette straight to her face that she gets too depressing to be around and Hawkmoth could totally akumatize her that way. 

 

She didn’t pay any attention to the still shocked crowd. Bending down to grab the plastic bowl and lid and dumping it in the garbage nearby. Grabbing her bag and phone before moving around her table and bypassing a shocked Alya who was still recording, the girl’s phone moved along to record Marinette walking up the steps back to their classroom. 

 

Her lips pulled into a smug smile when she passed the camera. Eyes going to Lila at the steps who looked crossed between someone about to have a tantrum or throw up. 

 

“Can you move please,” Marinette let her voice drip with sweetness and honey, “I’d like to get back to class.” 

 

A clear line was formed for Marinette to make her way up the steps. Ignoring the shock whispering, she and Alya’s startled yelling as the brunette’s shock wore off. 

 

‘You owe me a lot of fabric for this on top of lunch.’ 

 

Marinette pursed her lips as she shouldered the door to the classroom open. Staring at her phone when the familiar blue bubble popped up. It stayed like that for a few minutes before Odassy’s reply came. 

 

‘Only if I can commission you for a sick-ass leather jacket.’ 

 

‘Deal.’ 

Chapter 2

1. Bustier was in the middle of a long winded speech, something about history, when the akuma alert rang out. Just when Misfit nearly slammed into the window, nearly shattering it with how hard she knocked. 

 

“What the hell?” Alya yelled. Some others copied her while the rest hid under their desks like the school started to teach them to do. Her phone was whipped out while her other hand clenched Lila’s shoulder.

 

Bustier immediately moved to open the window for the black cat. Watching her with wide eyes as Misfit slunk in and retracted her bat. Letting it spin in her hands before she pointed her free one up at Marinette. The class immediately looked back to the blue eyed girl while Marinette was just as shocked as them. 

 

“Misfit-“ Marinette was about to greet the hero, desperately trying to figure out what’s going on. 

 

“I fucked up,” Misfit body was tense as she kept glancing to the window where she came in, “I fucked up big time. Ladybug is out of commission for the next five minutes and she told me to come get you, I’ll explain on the way.” 

 

Marinette didn’t question her partner. She grabbed her purse but left everything else behind before nearly flying down the steps and nearly slamming into Misfit. 

 

“I’ll bring her back unharmed.” Misfit turned to M. Bustier. Not even noting that the teacher was flapping her mouth open and closed as she watched, stunned, as the hero took one of her students away. 

 

“What in the world did you do!?” Marinette yelled over the rushing wind around them as Misfit launched them across rooftops, easily holding the raven haired girl in her arms while jumping about. 

 

“I turned down a jock and made a complete fool of him and I took it too far.” Misfit started. Grunting when she nearly skidded into a brick chimney, making sure Marinette wouldn’t hit it in the process. “Then he went after my roommate for being gay and now my roommate is Akamutized.” 

 

“Ooh-kay.” Marinette took a deep breath before letting out a scream when a black beam blew up the roof directly five feet behind them. 

 

Misfit slid around and thankfully her back met another chimney. Letting out a small curse under her breath when her back hit the stone brick a little too hard. 

 

“Tiki, Spots on!” 

 

“Thank you.” Misfit hissed. Clutching Ladybugs wrist gently between her hands. “You have no idea what this means to me.” 

 

“It’s our job, first off,” Ladybug reached over to brush a few red curls out of Misfits face, her heart pounding when green and blue eyes looked up to her softly, “and second off, you owe me your cheese tortellini from snatching me from class.” 

 

“It’s a date!” Misfit leaned into her side before gasping and tugging Ladybug closer against the chimney. Effectively dodging a stray black beam that came from today’s Akuma victim. 

 

“Let’s get this over with.” 

 

“Agreed.” 

Chapter 3

“Stop forgetting your shit around the town!” 

 

“Good morning, Misfit.” Marinette didn’t even look up from her sketchbook. Lifting her pencil from the paper as a thick coat, that most definitely wasn’t hers, was wrapped around her shoulders. The smell of pasta and sawdust filled her nose as she turned her head to the side and pressed it into the collar. 

 

She noticed it was the leather jacket she was commissioned a few odd months ago. Marinette does not pull the collar of the jacket up and closer to her nose to get a better sniff of it. 

 

Marinette does ignore the warm smug look Misfit has on her face. 

 

It was a very cold afternoon with threats of snow that same night. Marinette wasn’t prepared, originally thinking that the weather would climb into warmth like it has the past few days. She was brought out of her thoughts when a thermos was placed in front of her. 

 

“You’re such a mom.” Marinette teased before reaching out. Snatching the container away before a misfit could get it back. 

 

“I am not!” She hissed but watched as Marinette took a grateful sip of hot chocolate with a bit of vanilla cream in it. “You just take shitty care of yourself.” 

 

“Do not.” 

 

“You’re worse than Apis.” 

 

Marinette faked gasping. Eyes shining with mirth while a smile crooked the edges of her lips at the insult. 

 

Apis was the new bee hero, a friend of Odassy and one of the few cousins Chloe had . Anassa Monet was still a very spoiled brat but she knew what lines shouldn’t be crossed. She also makes for a deadly sniper with her spinner. 

 

“Am not.” She mumbled into the thermos. Feeling Misfit pat the top of her head. 

 

“Uh- yeah.” 

 

Misfit waved goodbye before vaulting away on her bat. Feeling the others' eyes on her until she was well past the opened roof of Marinette’s school. It didn’t take long after, just a minute, for Alya to come storming her way over. 

 

“You know Misfit!?” She yelled. Slamming her hands down at the table while Nino held her phone, probably live streaming again. 

 

“Like it’s hard?” Marinette asked over the rim of the thermos. Eyebrows raised as the feeling of being petty felt so good for some reason. 

 

Odassy and Chase were rubbing off on her too much. Though Odassy did willingly eat a salad yesterday at lunch without too much complaint. So Marinette was definitely rubbing off on her too. 

 

Alya spluttered and lurched back a bit. The blogger wasn’t expecting those words from her ex-bestie. “Yes!” She threw her hands up in the air and almost knocked it into Nino who thankfully dodged the flying limb. “She’s a superhero.” 

 

Marinette sniffed, took a swig, and then stood up. Grabbing her stuff, rounded the table, and stood in front of Alya. “Then I guess I’m built differently.” She patted the taller girl's shoulder and then moved away. Passing her shocked class and the rest of the school until she was stopped by a fuming Chloe and a shy Sabrina standing a bit behind her. 

 

“Dupain-Cheng.” The blond hissed. Plowing a finger into Marinette’s shoulder since the large thermos was covering her chest. “How do you know Apis!?.” 

 

Marinette glared at the other girl. Taking her time to look the ex-heroine up and down before cocking her hips and letting a sassy edge color her tone. “You do know that my parents' bakery is one of the best ones in Paris, right?” 

 

Watching Chloe flounder for once felt good.

 

Odassy and Anassa really are rubbing off on her.

Chapter 4

Odassy really did amaze Marinette every day. She had just recently witnessed that Odassy wasn’t just touchy towards Mari, but to her whole friend group. Apparently it’s just how she grew up with her original group of friends in America when they were kids and it stuck to her. 

 

The majority of quirks were nothing to her anyways. She was used to being touched by her classmates. Used to being dragged everywhere too so it didn’t bother Marinette when Odassy would grab her hand or link their arms together. 

 

Odassy’s kisses are the current thing that’s been making Marinette stumble lately. It’s not like she’s the only one who gets them too. She had witness Odassy chase down Takashi and Chase multiple times only to plant a kiss on their cheek when she finally had them captured in her arms. Marinette’s just apparently Odassy’s favorite   victim. 

 

It had started unconsciously. Odassy didn’t mean it. The two girls were in Odassy’s room, freshly clean and even the decor was a bit updated. A few more plants and a picture of the Paris skyline that Odassy had taken as Misfit. Marinette was laying belly down on the older girls bed and was drifting. Odassy was right next to her, typing away on her laptop on some school assignment. 

 

Something about the girl had broken down Marinette’s walls faster than anyone else had tried to do in the past couple of weeks. Said walls were placed there because of Chloe and then by her fellow classmates and it’s been hard. Odassy had taken everything with grace and maybe that’s why Marinette trusted her so fast. Odassy had presented herself as well… herself since day one. Even as Misfit and before they met that fateful day at the Bakery. It helped that the respect she had shown Marinette was like a breath of fresh air that the designer desperately needed. 

 

Though she wasn’t expecting to feel Odassy stop typing, leaning over her back, and press a kiss between Marinette’s shoulder blades. 

 

Marinette didn’t react. Didn’t stiffen or jolt in surprise. She didn’t need to, her body wasn’t on alert like her brain. Marinette’s back had actually relaxed a little more. Shifting her hips before settling back down. Odassy’s pleased hum sounded thoughtful and she returned to her laptop. The typing resumed until Marinette had fallen asleep a few minutes afterwards. 

 

Odassy had placed another kiss on her shoulder that same night as she passed Marinette in her kitchen. Whipping up some teriyaki chicken and rice as a quick dinner for them and Takashi who was taking an oral at the time. 

 

It was a quick bypass as Marinette had taken the responsibility of making the rice without being asked. It had caught Odassy in slight surprise until she shrugged and hummed again. Walking past Mari and placed her lips on top of her left shoulder for a good few solid seconds. The two never spoke about it and just continued to enjoy the warm atmosphere in the kitchen. 

 

There were a few more instances as well, it happened so often to her that Marinette might actually start forgetting some of these moments. She never really analyzed why she would be devastated if that actually started to happen. 

 

Chapter 5

“Why do you dance like that?” Ladybug asked. Taking a bite of her sandwich ignoring that it was her favorite from a little deli shop located near Odassy’s school. How the other masked hero knew her order was a mystery. Maybe she must have mentioned it during one of their late- late night conversations. 

 

Misfit continued to dance to the street music that was playing below them. The cat hero jokingly flipped her partner off as she continued to dance. A smile cracking across her face as Misfit heard Ladybug chuckle behind her as she swung her arms and shook her hips. Misfit usually wasn’t this animated with the mask on. That was all Odassy Nickle. Misfit was supposed to be dark and mysterious, the brawn to Ladybugs brain. 

 

Today was way too good to let it go to waste though. It was warm this morning and stayed so throughout the day despite the snow on the ground. No heavy breeze to nip at someone’s nose and cheek and Misfit’s fifth coffee of the day was on the house. A perfect winter's day. In Misfits opinion that is. 

 

“People are taking pictures of us,” Ladybug commented. Wondering if that’ll get her partner to stop silly dancing. Though Misfit just answered with a Slightly breathless I know before really putting on a show. The public’s attention on her really made the cat hero put the umph! Into her impromptu dance routine. 

 

“You’re silly.” 

 

“You fuckin’ bet.” Misfit smile made Ladybug giggle through a mouthful of her sandwich. 

 

“Come eat.” She tried to coax her partner to take a small break but the other shook her head. 

 

“I’m not done!” The cat laughed freely as she spun in a tight circle before reversing said spin, doing that a few times before stepping back and using her arms tk sway her around. “I don’t know what the street artist will stop for the day.” 

 

“It’s the middle of the afternoon.” The spotted heroine pointed out. “The street artist will continue for the majority of the day.” 

 

“Damn.” Misfit finally stopped. Staring down at the streets and ignoring the few crowds of people videoing her. “I hate logic.” 

 

“Mhmm.” Ladybug just hummed and slightly patted the concrete slab she was sitting on.” Come. Sit. Eat.” 

 

Both ignored their phones for the majority of the day when they transformed from Ladybug and Misfit to Odassy and Marinette. Two hero’s patrolling Paris to two girls taking a stroll in the city of love. After their sandwich breaks of course. 

 

Marinette didn’t hesitate to link their hands together. Knowing that Odassy was going to do it anyways. They had to meet their friends and their restaurant reservations were fast approaching. Yeah, that’s right, their friends. Marinette had spent plenty of time with the others without Odassy that it was getting ridiculous to call them just Odassy’s friends. It was nice to have a group of friends again. 

 

Despite not actually being together-together, instead dancing in this kinda twisted tango, they both acted like it. Both girls didn’t notice the old couples amused smiles as they danced around them on the sidewalk or the little boys who gagged when Odassy twirled Marinette around. Flaring her blue and green box pleated skirt. The little girls would giggle to each other as they watched Odassy bow and flirtatiously yet jokingly kiss the back of Marinette’s hand. 

 

They were definitely a pair, both in and out of their mask’s, but more so this morning. They had a… Marinette wouldn’t call it a date even though Odassy did towards her parents before their mid day patrol. The weekend and their free schedule offered the perfect time as well. It felt good. Really good. 

 

The designer was dressed in black flats, skin colored tights, and the already mentioned blue and green box pleated skirt. It was one of her newest designs that she’s been meaning to wear for the past two weeks. Marinette didn’t even give Odassy a knowing glance when the girl mentioned wearing it for this outing. Her outfit was then topped off with a black long sleeved shirt. Marinette had snatched Odassy’s leather jacket she made a while ago, the model always intentionally left it on her desk chair after every night she spent over. An excuse for Marinette to see her again despite nearly being attached to the hips by this point. The golden design of the snarling panther was pulled in with a few slim golden bracelets, small golden ball earrings, and a small golden bow that held back her hair in a low loose ponytail, and a simple slim golden chain around her neck to pull everything together. 

 

Odassy was dressed more… respectfully wasn’t the right word but it was the closest Marinette could think of at the moment. A nice silk black shirt paired with a dark blue pair of jeans. Matched with black boots and a dark gray overcoat to keep the chill out. Her curly hair was pressed down by a nice very expensive looking cowboy hat with snakeskin wrapped around and other tiny accessories. The entire outfit wasn’t necessarily pulled together with red tinted sunglasses and a ladybug inspired spotted scarf, though it added the color and pop that would attract everyone’s attention. 

 

The street musician continued to play, but instead of dancing on the roof in spandex, Marinette pulled Odassy over and started dancing herself. Odassy chuckles in amusement and something heavy yet warm sparked and burned in her eyes. Though the other girl couldn’t see her eyes behind the sunglasses. 

 

The musician picked up the volume, especially after Odassy slipped him thirty euros, and something sparked and caught fire in the streets. Nothing physically happened but everyone around them looked towards the trio. Watching as Marinette danced circles around Odassy, who just followed by spinning slowly on the heels of her boots, and the musician jamming out with his makeshift instruments. 

 

Before the two could realize what was happening a few kids had decided to wander from their parents and join them. Soon they were followed by a couple of other Persian’s. In almost a blink of an eye both the streets were filled with dancing people. Even some pets were trying to join in on the activity with their owners. 

 

Both girls were late to the lunch they planned with their friends. Though none of them were mad when they realized just why the two were late. Sharing knowing looks when the girls finally ordered their lunch. 

 

Chapter 6

“Are you sure you two aren’t dating?” Takashi asked. 

 

If Marinette’s eyes were opened she would have seen him lean against the doorway. Longg draped over one of his shoulders. Sound asleep like Tikki and Plagg were in their little nook by the window. 

 

Marinette was staying the night again over at Odassy and Taka’s apartment. They had a really rough day, two separate Akuma’s and three Sentimonster’s, and it felt right to turn into bed early. The sun was even still up! Though it was now starting to sink lower in the sky. The first few hues of orange started to Grace the sky as Marinette laid there. Basically trapping Odassy in her arms while she slowly let her exhaustion take her.

 

“I already told you,” Odassy mumbled before lifting her head from the others messy hair, “Marinette doesn’t want to put a label on us and I don’t know when she wants to. I think this might actually be her first real relationship or I might be over reaching. But as long as she’s in my arms and Mari doesn’t mind my antics, then I’m all set.” 

 

“Simp.” Takashi chuckled. Though he left the two be, keeping his friend's door open just in case. Probably to just ask what the two girls wanted for dinner after everything that happened today. 

 

“Damn right.” Odassy didn’t shout it out at her roommate like Marinette thought she would. Instead the older girl mumbled it into her hair. Soon curling closer and sighing in bliss as the sun sunk even lower into the horizon.

 

Chapter 7

Summary:

It takes three months before Odassy and Marinette kiss.

Notes:

: )

It takes three months before Odassy and Marinette kiss. 

 

Their back at Malissa’s place and she’s hosting a raging party. It seemed like all the rich kids in France were piled into the same building floor. Going room to room with their drinks, cheering on their friends as they do something dumb that their most likely going to need a lawyer for at the end of the night.

 

They were a bit aways from the main festivities. In a small corner room that looked exactly what Marinette thought an office break room would look like, coffee pot and all. 

 

Marinette was hit with overstimulation, from all the lights and sounds, which was heightened by what little alcohol was running through her system. It was only a little bit. Odd sips from Odassy’s drink here or there when the girl offered, though she’s been downing glasses of water like a dehydrated grown man between each sip. So it’s most likely not the alcohol making Marinette hyperfixate on the older girl's fingers absently rubbing up and down the glass. Smearing the condensation and making Marinette’s breath hick and stutter while the music pounded through the walls and pressing into her skin. 

 

It's the first party she’s gone to in a while, especially after being declared enemy number one in the class almost a full year ago at this point, and especially as one as rowdy as this. Marinette wonders why the other tenants haven't called the police. The kids were stomping above at least several other apartments. It doesn’t really matter, just background nonsense trying to drag Marinette's unwavering gaze as she watches Odassy raise the glass to her lips and take a few long drinks. Letting out a satisfied gasp that makes Marinette's legs noticeably shake. 

 

Odassy finally pays notice, having not looked and the raven haired girl for the majority of their stay in this little room. She sighed and moved. Pushing herself into the farthest corner from the door and across from where Marinette was leaning against the counter by the coffee maker, jutting a leg out and making the air in the other girl's lungs woosh out. “C’mere, Princess.” 

 

Princess. 

 

The name should make Mari run away, Chat had used it to refer to her civilian self and Ladybug in tandem, but all it does is make her stomach clench and heat pool between her legs. It’s embarrassing really. Marinette never had this kind of reaction towards Adrien when she liked him. Never had this reaction towards anyone. 

 

“Mari.” now Odassy’s voice dropped an octave and it immediately pulled the other out of her thoughts before they could start to spiral. Lifting her free hand and not really reaching out fully but enough that pupil blown bluebell eyes had no trouble tracking the fingers Odassy crooked in a come hither motion. “Don’t make me ask twice now, c’mon be good for me.” 

 

A noise leaves Marinette’s lips and she can’t even hear it. Her brain had started to shut down the moment Odassy moved into the corner. She’s pushing off the counter and nearly stumbling in her cuban heeled boots. 

 

An actual moan rips itself out of her throat the moment odassy’s jean clad thigh brushes against the strips of bare skin of marinette’s. Her skirt flaring out and almost hiding the contact between the two of them if some random person walked into the room. The thought of being caught driving Marinette’s feelings a little higher into the cloud of sinful pleasure rocked through her entire being. 

 

“Look at you.” the Devil herself spoke. Voice soft, deep and gravely like the way it is when Odassy’s woken up out of a deep sleep. American country accent far thicker than it was day to day and wasn’t that a special treat. “Such a pretty thing, all dolled up just for me.” 

 

Marinette loved to listen to Odassy started to info dump about things she liked during the day, had come to appreciate it and how it took her almost out of her head for the time being, but this was far different. Laced with sin, heat and the alcohol that stuck to her breath. The taller’s free hand settled onto her waist and it made Marinette jump a little. Shifting and allowing Odassy the chance to thrust her thigh up at the same time she pulled Mari closer. Smirking and narrowing her eyes as Marinette stiffened, a pitiful whine dripping from rosy gloss covered lips. 

 

“Love that we match.” she continued on. Acting almost completely unfazed by the way Marinette's thighs clenched and jerked everytime her skin moved against Odassy’s jeans. Creating such a viscous yet delicious cycle she could watch forever. “Seeing you dance on that table a couple hours ago had me thinking about things.” 

 

Ah, Marinette’s face burned as the memory of Anassa and Malissa pulled her up onto a large table. They were the only ones really off the ground on the main floor and elevated above the majority of the party goers. Attracting eyes of all kinds towards the trio as Marinette was lost to the bass of music and the adrenaline coursing through her veins. She had to make sure her skirt didn’t flare out while twirling too much, as her hips were almost height level and someone just needed to duck enough to catch what was underneath. 

 

It took a moment for her to realize the something in Odassy’s eyes she couldn't describe earlier was possessiveness. The flame seemed to grow in dual colored eyes when the older brushed her fingers along the skirt, oh so gently and barely even touching the fabric, tracing the design of the ‘mont blanc’ nierembergia petals and the random leaves. It was the same design on the breast pocket of Odassy’s well fitted shirt along the collar. 

 

“Matching with you makes me feel things.” Odassy’s voice somehow dropped lower. Almost speaking directly against marinette’s lips and she could taste the whiskey on the older’s breath. 

 

“L-like…what?” Marinette had finally gathered enough of her brain cells to ask. Though they all scattered to the farthest edges of her mind when Odassy pulled back and chuckled. 

 

The sound made Marinette’s body clench and a gasp work its way out of her throat as she felt Odassy’s chest vibrate from where her breast pressed against hers. Knees buckling and sensitive skin shooting off those little zips of electricity that was slowly driving marinette crazy. 

 

The hand dusting across the edge of Marinette’s halter dress before it settled on her hip. Grip tightening to a bruising point before Odassy lifted her thigh. Another smooth laugh filled Marinette’s brain as more noise dripped from her pretty pink lips and her hands came to clench uselessly on Odassy’s shoulders. 

 

The older dipped closer and the action caused Marinette to lean in as well. Skin against skin and skin against clothes driving her absolutely insane. “It makes me want to drag you and kiss you, preferably until you’re a moaning mess like you are right now.” 

 

Another moan filled the air, this time a lot more punched out. Marinette feels delirious and she wants more. “Please.” she begs nearly breathlessly, voice wobbling as tears welled up in her eyes. 

 

Marinette has enough brain power to recognize that she’s not the only one being completely debauched. What little power she does has is stripped away quickly when odassy’s eyes narrowed like it does when she’s challenged, nose flaring should not be as hot to Marinette as it was before Odassy finally dipped her head down. Locking Marinette's lips against her own. 

 

Bluebell eyes rolled to the back of her head as Marinette unconsciously tipped her head to the side. Whining and whimpering as blinding pleasure ripped through her just because of a kiss. Whiskey and tonic dancing across her tongue as Odassy’s licked into her mouth. Laying claim to something Marrinette didn’t know could be claimed in the first place. Confidence and smugness oozed out of the older as she tried to snuggle closer, press her lips harder, just to continue to drink in everything that Odassy was giving her. 

 

The cup is finally gone. Marinette knows this because the pressure of Odassy’s other hand coming to grip her hip in the same bruise forming strength surprises her. Making Mari pull away and gasp before Odassy is somehow yanking her impossible closer, tears finally spilling down her cheeks but neither girl cared in that moment. Too occupied in getting absolutely drunk off each other. 

 

Marinette felt like she was in heaven and the feeling heightened when one of Odassy’s hands reaches up and tangles in her hair, kept down from it’s usual ponytails for the event. The pleasure ridden sob surprises both of them. Making Odassy pull back and even having to pull Marinette away when the younger tried to give chase. Addicted to the feeling of the others lips on hers. 

 

“Please.” she hiccuped. One hand falling to tug at Odassy’s sleeve as another sob wracked her body. Leaving her lips that were wet and smeared with saliva and gloss. “Please, kiss me again. Please, Odassy.” 

 

“Fuck.” The other choked out and the action gives mari a different kind of high, mixing with the one of just being here with Odassy and having the older girls complete focus. “You’re gonna kill me.” 

 

They both meet together, lips sliding and it's hot and dizzy inducing just like before. 

 

Marinette prays she gets more of this as she’s being slid off the thigh and back up until Odassy is crowding her against the counter. Bigger and rougher hands gripping the granite with white knuckles, all the while making sure her lips never leave Mari’s. 

 

Knowing that she knows what it’s like to kiss and be properly under the more deadly girl, Marinette is more sure than anything in this universe she’d die before giving what they have together up. 

Chapter 8

"How about a kiss before I go?" Odassy asked. Turning her head as far back over her shoulder as it could go. Trying to catch a glimpse of her girlfriend as she’s doing her best, and succeeding, in pushing Odassy out of the Dupeng-Cheng Bakery. “Pretty please?”

 

Marinette huffed as she leaned her full body weight against Odassys very distractingly strong back. “I gave you so many kisses in bed! You’re going to be late for school if you don’t head out now.” She was also doing her best to ignore the amused looks from her parents as they stood behind the counter, openly watching the two with smiles on their faces. 

 

“Pretty please!” Odassy voiced pitched into a high whine. Jutting out her bottom lip comically and trying to keep her own smile at bay when Marinette looked up and her shoulders deflated in automatic defeat. “With a cherry on top?” 

 

She knew she was taking it too far when the french-asian girl with Marinette got a glint in her eyes. The same one that she always got when she was swinging around Paris and Hawkmoth struck a particular nerve of her’s. Instead of getting a fist to the face like an Akuma would, Marinette reached up to grab onto Odassy’s collar of her school uniform and yanked her down. Lips sealing together and it stole both the breath out of Odassy’s lungs and the surprised whimper that rushed out alongside her breath. 

 

Cold morning air greeted her as Marinette must have opened the door while distracting the older girl with her unfairly pretty pink lips, lightly shoving her out before placing another quick peck on Odassy’s cheek. 

 

“Don’t be late because of me.” She warned. 

 

“But I want to be late because of you.” Odassy snickered at the tired and exasperated glare of her tinier girlfriend. “S’not like I’ll get into actual trouble.” 

 

“You’re hopeless, goodbye.” 

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 2 of Oh Misfit Kitty, Where Have You Gone?