This is what happens when I get excited about a prompt but it's such an impulsive move that I actually was stumped the moment the first sentence was written but I was determined to finish it before 3AM and therefore this rushed fanfiction was written by girl half drunk on sleep withdrawal. So Happy Holidays!

It was safe to say that Ladybug wasn't quite expecting this. In fact, she doubted anyone could have foreseen this to happen. She knew the cat was a troublesome one, whether he meant to be troublesome or not, but this was just ridiculous.

With a permanent blush set on her cheeks that she doubted would ever go away she eyed Chat Noir from her spot on the floor as he hollered Christmas carols from the top of his lungs. It was amazing that he was still on his feet with all his stumbling and zig-zagging about. It's probably having something to do with his miraculous being a cat, she reasoned slightly put off at gracefulness.

"All I want for Christmaaas is yoouuu!" Chat Noir sang shrilly, pointing towards her. Ladybug flinched, thanking her lucky charm that they thought of going somewhere more hidden where prying eyes would not see them for their little Christmas get together - an idea of Chat Noir's that Marinette wasn't wholly against, after all their hard work she believed they deserved a little break. Although she certainly was regretting allowing Chat that bottle of liquor they received as a present as his shrieking voice pierced the night sky once more.

"My lady!" Chat Noir suddenly slurred, stumbling on the slight uneven floor of the building they were currently hiding out in. She jolted back with a strangled gasp as he suddenly forced his face closer to hers. He giggled a bit and she resisted pushing him away in fear that his good luck would run dry and he'd pitch himself over the open window with his inebriated self.

Speaking of which she should probably close that…

"I feel so free!" He stage-whispered to her before throwing his arms out and falling against the dusty couch which resulted in a cloud of dust exploding in his face. She giggled at the sight of him bewildered at such a result, eyes wide with surprise before they scrunched up before he let out a sneeze. Shaking her head, she pushed herself off the ground to take a seat next to him, not even bothering to react as he placed his head on her lap without hesitance and started to purr as she stroked his hair.

"No more alcohol for you," she noted dryly, rebutting his disagreement with a quirk of an eyebrow. He pouted but nevertheless agreed, cuddling up to the warmth of his Lady. "Are you even legal yet," she muttered under her breath to which Chat ignored in order to cuddle further into her warmth.

It had been quite a few stressful years since their initial meeting, balancing her normal and superhero life all while trying to keep them separate and hidden from each other. She's quite surprised that she managed to keep the secret this long after so many near accidents of transforming back to Marinette in the middle of a fight. In was cases like that that made her rethink her decision to keep her identity secret, especially to Chat. It would make things so much more easier if both of them knew each other's identity and it would be relief to be able to speak more freely with him. But then there was the thought of rejection of her real identity, something she wasn't sure she could cope with. Over the years he had become more than just being another superhero who helped her keep Paris safe.

And one thing was for certain though, she wouldn't have been able to make it this far (although her sanity would disagree) without her kitty cat.

Smiling softly at the boy, she was already to call it a night after a glance at the night sky and Chat's glowing ring.

Probably picking up on her thoughts, he bolted up and scrambled off the couch with a quick "mraow!" leaving Ladybug confused and a little worried for his actions.

"Chat?" She hesitantly asked as he approached the couch with a piece of paper in hand and plopping himself next to her. With a Cheshire grin he held it above their heads. Glancing up, she scrutinized it with narrow eyes, wondering what his plan was before she saw the words "Missile" and "Toe" written fancily in a way that struck a chord in her brain but she couldn't place why.

"I'm sure that a kiss from my Lady would send me rocketing to space." He grinned drunkenly, leaning closer to her as he waggled his brows. Groaning from the horrible joke she pushed him away with a finger. Without missing a beat or dropping his smile he continued with, "So? Whale you kiss me under the mistletoe, my lady?" She really couldn't help the disgusted look on her face which he only laughed at gleefully before he opened his mouth to what she only assumed was another horrible pun. Knowing him he probably had a lot under that leather suit of his.

That sounded a lot dirtier than she intended it to be.

Ignore the blush on her cheeks she slapped her hand over his mouth, her mouth speaking moving before her brain could catch up. "If I did, would you please stop with the jokes?" The moment those words left her mouth and his eyes brightened, she cursed internally. She didn't want to kiss him! He already stolen her first kiss - which despite her internal arguing wasn't really a kiss - and he was definitely not getting one from her! She wanted it to be with Adrien! Who she wondered whether or not he would mind that someone else had already taken her first kiss. And possible second.

Oh no he was never going to kiss her because of this stupid cat and his stupid shenanigans and they'll never get married if they couldn't kiss because of course Adrien would mind that her lips had been touched by this alley-cat. Frowning, she quickly thought of a way to get out of this situation.

But his eyes were shining so bright and his face lit up with such a childlike glee that she couldn't bring herself to say no. Sighing, she moved her head to the side, fully intending to kiss him on the cheek so that at least her second kiss wouldn't be with him and Adrien wouldn't be fully against her cat-touched lips.

But then the silly cat shifted his head to the side and capture her lips fully. Eyes widening she immediately pulled away aghast as drunken Chat Noir sighed with a dreamy look in his eyes.

"Ch-Chat!" She shrieked, slapping him on his bicep and face bright red. Turning glassy green eyes to her, his eyes immediately took a mischievous glint to them. Slightly put off at the sudden turn of events, she slowly leaned away. "Cat, whatever you're planning… don't."

As expected, he ignored her and fumbled with the zipper on his coat that Marinette made for him, and herself of course, for the colder season and she squeaked when he winked and threw his gloves at her. She realized that he was planning to strip - oh dear lord there went his boots - and she squeezed her eyes shut because as much as she would have loved to leave him there, he was still drunk and transformed and there was no way she was leaving that mess behind.

It was a while and a lot of grunting sounds that finally made her open her eyes to the wonderful sight of Chat struggling to unclasp his bell and zip open his coat. Marinette sighed, relaxing back against the couch. With the rate he was going he wasn't going to be naked anytime soon. With a soft blush on her cheeks and a small smile, she couldn't help the laugh that escaped her.

He looked cute stumbling around trying to undress while still trying to look cool for her.

"Merry Christmas to you too, Chat."

It was with a small smile on her face and feeling grateful for her partner-in-crime, despite his more drunken annoying shenanigans, an hour later that she laid her head on her pillow with Tikki cuddling up to her that she was able to slumber in peace. All while Adrien promptly fell asleep the moment he entered his room with Plagg grumbling and trying to close the open window.