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Chat Noir gripped my hips and pushed me to the wall. He was aggressive whenever he wanted something, but somehow, I didn't mind.

His lips seized mine and he kissed me furiously. The sounds of our lips parting from each other was frequent. So was our ragged breathing. Chat Noir's tailed wrapped itself around me, caging me in. My fingers explored his hair while my other hand held the back of his neck, sliding my hand up and down.

Chat Noir let out a guttural sound at that. I stopped, because I thought that I had hurt him. "No, keep doing that," He said. And I complied.

Our desire for each other was very strong. Even a blind person could see it. We were what we both needed and if we're separated, it made whatever was between us, stronger and more secure.

I know what you're wondering. How the heck did get to this?

Well, here's what happened:

Rolling around on top my bed, I couldn't help but feel a little strange. It's been quite sometime since Hawk Moth decided to akuma-tise a person. I got up and went to the window.

I actually temporarily forgot about him. How did I remember him? Well, I was at my window with Tikki, staring at the lit up Eiffel Tower.

Then I remembered how Adrien and I were there, and how I listened to him speak, most of the time. Everything about Adrien is beautiful - even his voice.

The creeping feeling of Volpina watching us crept into my mind and I instantly thought of how I hadn't talked to Lila after we de-evilised her. Then Hawk Moth popped into my mind.

"Why isn't he not doing anything evil, Tikki?" I asked, a frown crossing my face.

"Who?" She asked, turning to look at me.

"Hawk Moth," I answered. "He hasn't done anything for some time now, and I'm getting suspicious,"

"I have been wondering the same thing," Tikki mused. "But he can't have changed to be a good person now. I still feel the negative energy,"

"You can feel it?" I asked. My gears were turning. "Can Plagg feel it, too?"

"Sure. Why?"

"Because I'm thinking of two ways that we can know who Hawk Moth is and we take him down,"

"I'm listening,"

"We can use Plagg and you to detect where the other kwami is. You'll be like a radar. Where you feel the negative energy is strongest, we can survey the area for any clues and if he's there. Where you feel the negative energy is weak, we can just leave it and move on,"

"That could work. But it'll be tiring for all of us. Walking around and all,"

"True. True. Okay, this is my second plan. Hawk Moth uses harmless white butterflies and turns them into akumas, right?"

"Right,"

"So we can do one out of two things - we can look for the place densely populated with butterflies and we see who comes to take them. Compared to the first idea that I had, it would be like a sit-and-wait-for-something-to-happen plan,"

"Uh-huh,"

"Or we could do the second plan, which is to follow the little butterfly to where it goes after I de-evilise it,"

"I like that idea,"

"Really?"

"Yeah,"

"I'll need to talk it over with Chat Noir, though. Do you mind if we do it right now?"

"No, I don't mind," Then a cheeky smile spread on Tikki's face. "Are you sure you can't do it tomorrow, or must you see him today?"

"I have to see him!" I quickly said, when I realised that I dug a hole to my death. I need a good excuse why. "This is Paris that we are talking about. It's pretty important,"

"Okay," Tikki raised her hands in surrender, but still had that cheeky grin on her face.

"Let me just text him that I'm coming over to his place. Discussing such issues on the phone and on the streets is too risky. Hawk Moth may hear what we're up to and this is like a stealth mission or something," I walked over to my phone that was resting beside my night-light.

I'm coming over to your house. We need to talk ~M.

I pulled out the seat from my dressing mirror and sat there while placing the phone back to where it was.

I drummed my fingers nervously on the dressing mirror as I waited for my phone to vibrate, and indicate that Adrien has replied.

To my surprise, in less than a minute, Adrien replied:

Sure. I'm not in trouble, am I? ~A.

We'll just see. Word of advice, I'm coming to bug out on you, so be prepared. See you in 10 ~M.

I'm always suspicious about texting Adrien as Ladybug nowadays. It was just the other day when we found out each other's identities. I don't want anyone else to know.

I could drop my phone, and even though my passwords are hard to crack, it's possible to hack into it.

Also, I'm pretty sure that the government can read our messages or something like that, because of the message app that nearly everyone uses. They could easily track us down to our civilian selves.

So I have to be cautious and I code my messages so that Adrien would know what I'm saying, but not the people who can see everyone's conversation.

I could call him, but I'm pretty sure that they listen to phone conversations, too, and I don't want to wake up my parents.

Quietly, I transformed into Ladybug and I escaped the house by climbing out of the window sill.

Going to Adrien's sort of excited me, I had to admit. I liked to see him, I guess. Even though he annoys me to bits.

On my way to Adrien's, when I crossing through the park, I had some shuffling in the bushes.

Curiously, I stopped and stared at it. The sound suddenly came to a stop. Narrowing my eyes, I crept over there very slowly.

Behind the bush, a familiar pair of green eyes met mine. But they didn't belong to Adrien. It was Alya's.

She was clutching onto her phone and looked at me with guilt written all over her face.

"Hey, Alya, right?" I said, softly. She gave me a meekly nod. "What are you doing behind a bush?"

"I was following you," She hung her head. "I saw you on the streets and I wanted to see where you were going,"

"Oh!" I replied, taken back. At least she didn't see me leaving my house as Ladybug.

"Where are you going? Can I come?" She asked, a bit too eager.

"Oh. Um...," I tried to think of an excuse why she couldn't come. I can't tell her that I'm going to see Chat Noir. "Usually, every night, I drop by everyone's house in Paris to check if they are okay,"

"You do?" Alya's eyes widened.

"Yeah. Chat Noir and I usually do this. So he does half of Paris, while I do the other half because we don't want to get exhausted and all," I lied, giving her a smile.

"Wow!" Alya squealed. "You guys are amazing! Have you dropped by my house yet?"

"No. But I'm going to. So I suggest that you should go home if you want me to drop by," I gave her a friendly little wink.

"Oh my gosh! I'm doing that right now! Bye Ladybug!" She bolted in the opposite direction after giving me a wave.

Phew!

That was too close for comfort.

In about 10 minutes, I was at Chat Noir's window and I gently knocked on the glass, careful not to wake up Mr Agreste, Nathalie or anyone else who was in there.

The window opened and a pair of emerald green eyes locked onto my baby blue ones.

"Come in, milady," Chat Noir gestured for me to get it and I did.

"Why did you transform?" I asked, chuckling slightly.

"Why did you transform?" The black cat retorted, gently closing the window.

"You're not answering my question,"

"Neither are you,"

My eyes narrowed at him. "You're annoying. You know that?"

"Yes. You tell me that everyday, Bug-a-boo," He sent a wink to me and I rolled my eyes.

"We need to talk about Hawk Moth," I changed the subject as I sat cross-legged on his bed.

"What about him?" Chat Noir's tail flickered back and forth. I made a mental note to ask him about his tail later. I remember asking him about it, some time back though.

"He hasn't done anything lately. Have you noticed that?"

"Yes, I have. I was actually getting worried,"

"Worried. Why?"

"Usually, if he's not doing anything bad, it means two things," Chat Noir held up one finger, with his claw gleaming in the moonlight. "One. He's laying low for sometime. But he would need to have a good reason to,"

"Maybe the people of Paris aren't getting angry as easily," Then an idea popped into my head. "We could warn them! Chat, if we are able to send a message broadcasted to nearly everybody, we can put an end to Hawk Moth's reign,"

Chat Noir took a second to process the information. He began to walk up and down. "Yes. It could work. People would attempt to not get so worked up easily," Then he looked at me. "Both you and I have done it. So they can do it, too,"

"You were saying something about Hawk Moth laying low for two reasons before I sort of cut you off,"

"Oh yeah. And two, He could be planning something. Something big. And that's obviously bad news for us and Parisians,"

"I wonder why he only targets Paris and not the rest of France,"

"Because Paris is like the most influential part of France. Think about it. If he seizes control over Paris, he has the rest of France wrapped around his finger,"

I took this into consideration. "You're right. How come you're so smart now?"

"LB, my intelligence has been there ever since the day I was born. I'm born in a family of geniuses. I have both beauty and brains. Other guys better watch out because that's a double threat,"

"Okay, Mister Cocky. What are we going to do about Hawk Moth?"

"I liked your idea about broadcasting a message live to Paris. But don't you think he'll see it, too?"

"Yes, he probably will. But that doesn't matter. It's better that we inform Paris about it. He only attacks people who are hurt and/or angry,"

Chat Noir simply nodded.

"Give me your phone so that I can see which is the most watched news television program,"

"It's Channel 7,"

"How do you know?"

"I'm a model. I know almost anything about TV because I'm usually on it,"

"Let me check just to be sure,"

"Fine, whatever," He handed my his phone and I researched. Sure enough, it was Channel 7.

"Here's your phone back. You're right," I held out his phone to him.

"You see, I told you," Chat Noir was quick to say. His hand brushed over mine and the simple touch made me freeze and accidentally drop his phone.

Luckily, it wasn't loud enough to wake anyone up. My eyes were trained on the ground, until Chat Noir deliberately brushed our hands together.

Immediately, my eyes shot up to meet his. His eyes were glowing, now, and I noticed how his tail was moving left to right, slowly, like he was entranced.

He ignored his phone on the floor and he held my hand to his lips, and pressing a firm kiss on them. His fingers intertwined with mine and he walked towards me, still holding my hand.

His other hand captured my free hand and I watched him intertwine our fingers and slide his thumb over my knuckles. I shivered at the action.

Then Chat Noir twirled me around like we were dancing. When I had made a full circle, He pulled me towards him, holding one hand now, while the other went to my hips.

Words weren't necessary at this point. He removed his fingers from mine to touch my face, as he silently traced out all my facial features using his eyes.

Without hesitating, his eyes fluttered shut and he leaned in.

Fast forward to the present.

My hands were cupping his cheeks, as we both shut our eyes and sort of made out.

Chat Noir stopped to brush his lips onto mine and then when he felt that he was being teased too much, he pressed his lips onto mine again.

"I can't get enough of you," He murmured against my probably red and swollen lips.

His lips left mine, occasionally, but to either leave trails of kisses down my neck to my hand, but he would go back to them to place longer kisses on them.

I'm pretty sure that Tikki would be like, "I told you so,"

My breath was often hitched, especially when his lips went to my neck. He made me wrap my legs around his waist and often I would rest my head on the wall, as I rolled my eyes to the back of my head, in some version of heaven, while his lips worked wonders on my neck.

He moved to his bed and sat down with his legs still wrapped around me.

"I'm so glad that we're dating," Chat Noir wirked, as his thumb slid over my lower lip.

"We aren't dating," I felt the blush coming on. Why was I even blushing?

"Sure. And what we just did is what friends do all the time," Chat Noir gave me a boyish grin. "Must I remind you that your my lady, Bugaboo?"

"Shut up," I didn't have anything better to say.

"Whatever," He kissed me again, briefly. "Don't you want to be Juliet, and let me be your Romeo?"

Yes!

YAAAASSSS!!!

HECK YEAH, I DO.

"Meh," I answered, blushing furiously. "We are supposed to go on a couple of dates before we reach that phase is supposed to happen,"

Chat Noir's eyes lit up. "So you would allow it?"

"Did I say that?"

"No. But you didn't disagree either,"

When I didn't reply, Chat Noir just chuckled.

"No comment," I finally said.

"You just commented," He teased.

I need a way to divert this conversation. Then I remember my encounter with Alya, earlier on.

"Chat?" I said.

"Mmhmm," He kissed me again, his hands on my waist as he rubbed my skin in circles. This was now making me get distracted.

"I need to go home,"

"No, you don't. You can stay here with me,"

"I need to sleep,"

"No you don't. You can't sleep when I'm here,"

"I like my sleep. I like to dream,"

"I'm pretty sure that I'm better than all your dreams and that you like me more than your sleep,"

"What if I'm dreaming of you?" The second I blurted that out, I turned beetroot red and I slapped my hand over my mouth a second too late.

"I always knew that you dreamt of me," Chat Noir continued to rub both sides of my waist, hypnotizing me with his touch.

"You're such a distraction," I mumbled, shutting my eyes, giving in to the touch. It was so lulling - like a drug to me.

"The best kind," He whispered into my ear, as his nose brushed my neck, sending more tingles to my body.

"I hate that about you," I said.

"No you don't. You love me," He purred into my ear. "Tell me about yourself,"

"Why?"

"I want to know. I'm the one who usually does the talking between both of us,"

"What do you want to know?"

"Have you ever had a boyfriend before?"

"No,"

"First kiss?"

"You,"

Chat Noir stopped to give me a sly grin. "That's all I wanted to know,"

I huffed. "I thought you wanted to know more about me, like my hopes and my dreams, my embarrassing and funny and whatever,"

"Yeah, you can talk about that, too,"

"You're rude,"

"You're uptight,"

"I hate you,"

"I love you, too,"

I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose. Chat Noir was the most annoying person that I've ever encountered.

"Bug? Don't be mad at me. I was kidding - I want to know everything about you," Chat Noir made me look up at him. Somehow, all the playfulness had vanished from his eyes.

And that's when I believed him. I talked on and on about myself, and he just sat there, with me on his lap, listening.

At times, he would fiddle with my pigtails and I would wonder if he was really listening. He somehow sensed this and prodded for me to go on.

He would ask questions, and laugh at the silly things that I do, like the way I have an OCD problem. I can't stand dirty stuff. I just can't.

Then at some point, I stopped. His head kept on landing on my shoulder as his eyes kept fluttering shut. But each time that happened, he would snap himself awake and reassure me that he's fine.

However, I'm not an idiot.

Okay, let me rephrase that.

I'm not an idiot most of the time.

He's sleepy and tired. I can't keep him up forever.

"Chat, you're tired. I understand that. You can go to sleep," I started to climb off him, but I regretted it because I missed his warmth.

Chat Noir rubbed his eyes and I couldn't help but think he looked adorable. But I would never say that out loud. "No, no. I'm fine, really. Let me just go and wash my face,"

"No. You should sleep. I'll come back tomorrow with your cookies," My eyes were trained at the window.

"No. You're not leaving or else I'll kill you tomorrow. Stay right there," Chat Noir told me, before he went to the bathroom.

Now's my chance.

I quickly made my way to the window and my hasty escape.