Chat Noir X Reader: The Muse

Chapter 32: Wounded Eros (Part 2)

"You got the guy then?" You continued to apply pressure to the bigger wound. It was still soaking the cloth with red, but the amount of blood seemed to be reducing.

"Yeah, the police are going to take care of the rest," Chat said, seeming proud of what he had done. Apparently, he didn't care that his body ended up like this.

Silence fell between you, and you could see Chat was struggling to stay awake.

"Stay with me, cat boy," you said, pushing wet strands away from his face.

"Always," he mumbled, a small smile on his lips.

You took the gauze off his skin to take a look, and saw, with pleasant surprise, that the bleeding had stopped. Chat really healed fast.

Upon eyeing the rest of his skin, your heart sank. Now you had to clean all his wounds and patch them. You poured antiseptic on another gauze and began with cleaning the blood from the blonde's face. Some deep purple bruises were covering his jaw.

Your eyes met, and you couldn't take it anymore. Tears began to fall, and you weren't able to stop them.

You rested your forehead on his shoulder, hiding your face. "Why didn't you go to a hospital?" You sniffled. "Or at least to someone that could help you better?"

"I— Chérie, are you crying?" He squeezed your hand. "Please, don't cry. I'm sorry."

You raised your head and brushed aside the tears with your arm. You gave Chat's bruised face another look before resuming to clean his wounds with slow movements.

"Why did you come here, Chat? Why didn't you go to a hospital?" Your voice was barely above a whisper. You were tired, so tired. The worry was draining all your remaining energy.

Chat sighed. "When I managed to catch Claude and get him to the police, I could only think that I had to get home before I passed out." Your hand froze above his skin. "And... here was the first place that came to my mind."

You raised your head to look at him. He had turned his face away and was staring at the wall, cheeks and face red. You could feel your throat closing in again, and the tears wanted nothing more but to be freed from your eyes.

Home? You were home to him?

"I... I didn't want you to see me in this state." He sighed, still refusing to look at you. "I'm sorry for putting you through this. I—"

You touched his cheek and turned his face to you. "You're my home too." His green eyes widened and you caressed his cheek slowly, feeling the warmth from his skin. "You know I love you, right?"

"You... love me?" He pronounced the word 'love' as if it was something foreign to him, even though he called you that so many times in the past days.

You nodded. "I do, Chat. So much. And that's why it pains me to see you like this."

He whispered your name as he put a hand on the nape of your neck, and you let him pull you down until your noses were barely touching. You gazed at each other, time and space lost for a moment.

"I love you too," Chat's whispered words touched your ears before his lips touched yours.

You cupped his face with your hand and closed your eyes. It was a slow, but powerful kiss, and you tried to pour your feelings in every moment, every brush of your skin against his.

You heard sniffling and pulled back, searching Chat's face. His green eyes were blurry, wet with tears. He blinked and they rolled down the side of his face.