Hi everyone!

I know it's been a while since I last posted anything and I am truly sorry. I just got so busy with my job that I haven't been able to really work on anything. Therefore, I hope that this post, a Ladybug one shot, makes up for it.

Enjoy!

~thecrazydragonlady

The night was rather pleasant above the skyline of Paris. Cars drove quickly below, their lights glowing softly in the darkness of it; they matched the soft light coming from one of the most famous attractions, the Eiffel Tower. This light, combined with the few bright stars that twinkled softly just above, reminded her why she loved being a superhero. It was a rush, a thrill, but the beauty of Paris, seen only behind her spotted mask, made it really worth everything.

Ladybug took a deep breath. The air was chilled and crisp on her throat but it felt good. Her baby blue eyes scanned the horizon on the look out for akuma but after already having been on patrol for a hour, there was nothing. It was simply a quiet night. Which was fine with her. She was tired from having to finalize a last minute project for Alya that day. Next to her, Chat squatted, his eyes too scanning the horizon but his tail switched back and forth in slight annoyance. His day had been a big disappointment (his father had promised dinner together but cancelled which shouldn't have surprised him but did) and he really wanted to punch an akuma or something to wear out his frustration. Guess he was going to have to settle for a pillow when he got back.

After several minutes, she stifled a yawn with her hand. "Let's call it an evening. Doesn't seem to be any akuma out today." He stood and stretched.

"Looks that way," he agreed a little disappointed.

"Don't say it like that. It's a good thing."

"I know but…."

"But?"

"I was hoping for something tonight." Ladybug sighed and reached out a covered hand to ruffle his already ruffled head. It almost didn't work. She was short compared to him and had to stand on tiptoe just to get even remotely do so. Chat ducked a bit. He really enjoyed when she petted him but he often had to cough to keep himself from purring.

"Whatever happened, it will pass." He blinked.

"M'lady?"

"You want to fight because something happened right? Don't give me that look. I'm your partner Chatton. I know when you're bothered by something. It will pass and tomorrow will be better, you'll see."

"No offense bugaboo but you're the one with all the luck. Not me." She winked.

"Then I'll share with you the luck I have." He laughed which brought a soft smile to her lips.

"Thanks LB." He offered her a hand, "Shall we?"

Ladybug was not a stranger to holding his hand. After all, they did it so frequently: when he guided her in the darkness during the Stormy Weather fiasco, even when he guided her down during Dark Cupid, and more recently as they had balanced precariously on the top of an invisible car. Holding his hand was never a bad thing. Secretly, she did enjoy it a bit. It was a hold that screamed security; it told her and everyone around them that no matter what, he would always be there for her.

So, when he offered his hand, she took it without hesitation. It was second nature. It was as natural as breathing or designing.

She couldn't feel the material of his suit but she could imagine it. Smooth and cool. Leather. What she could feel was the strength of his hand. He had gone from a skinny, bony boy to a rather well muscular man in the last year. The magic had done him good and she was pleased by this.

She made a silent pact to herself. She was always going to have his hand when he needed it.

Chat smirked. "Ready m'lady?"

The cool evening wind brushed some loose strands of hair into her eyes but she returned his smirk. "Always kitty."