Adrien thought that once he and Ladybug finally revealed their identities to each other, that he'd be the one with his head in her lap, getting pats and scratches and all sorts of affection. He was a lap cat, after all. What he didn't expect was Marinette– Marinette who sat right behind him in class god he was so blind!–to be the lap cat. He also didn't expect to enjoy showering his lady with love and adoration and...

Okay, he totally expected that.

This is what brought Ladybug and Chat Noir to the top of the Eiffel Tower just after midnight. He sat with his back against a a steel beam, his legs splayed out before him, eyes gazing out at the city yet focusing on nothing. Ladybug laid down perpendicular to him with her head in his lap and her hands folded over her stomach, her eyes closed. The only movements the pair registered were the steady rise and fall of Ladybug's chest and the slow, methodical movements of Chat's fingers through her hair, his claws lightly scratching her scalp, a sensation she admitted soothed her. The only other time either of them moved was when Ladybug would swat at Chat's hand if he tried to play with her pigtails.

This was perfect. This was bliss. He had his princess; she had her knight. He couldn't ask for anything to make this moment better. He didn't think anything could make this moment better.

Until...

"Chat," Ladybug whispered.

"Yes, m'Lady?" he hummed as he lowered his eyes to hers.

She looked up at him, eyes shimmering. Then, she brought her hands up beside her face, waggled her fingers, and said, "Gimme kiss."

Chat sat in stunned silence for a few seconds before smiling and leaning over. When her waving fingers brushed the sides of his face, she reached around to the back of his head and pulled him the rest of the way. His lips found hers, a gentle, short, and warm. Nothing like the impassioned, desperate encounters they'd had before. Just simple, innocent kiss. Chat pulled away and found himself chuckling, a sound which seemed to annoy his Lady.

"What's so funny?" The crinkle of her nose and the quirk of lips only served to make Chat laugh louder and deeper.

"M'Lady," he snickered. "You're...you're so cute!"

"Yeah," she pouted, "and what's so funny about that?"

"It's just..." He scratched at the back of his head. "Mari, I've always pictured Ladybug as some stoic badass, but here you are being so...so damn adorable!"

She crossed her arms and glared up at him. "You saying I can't be 'badass' and 'adorable' at the same time?"

He waved a hand at her. "No, no, not at all! It's...meshing Ladybug and Marinette together in my head is taking some time, and seeing you act so much like Marinette with the mask on is just so..."

"Weird?"

"Not weird. There's not really a word for it. I guess," he shifted his legs, wary of Ladybug's head, "it reminds me that you're still a person. It reminds me that you're more than the spots and the earrings; that I fell for the girl, not the mask."

"That Marinette is the adorable badass, not Ladybug?"

He nodded, the giggles returning. "Yes you are, Princess." She smiled and her head returned to his lap as his claws wound their way back through her hair.

"Yes you are."