There was a certain thrill to secrets, to what they should know better than to allow, he trembled slightly as she leaned towards him, all red and black spots and confidence.

Nathanael's breath came out in a breathless whimper of a breath, and he leaned back, letting her take the lead, because he just loved all that she was.

Surrendering control never felt like a burden nor did it feel scary in the least, because he trusted her, knew that she'd take care of him and knew that her hands were soft whenever they touched him, gentle, loving, and sometimes commanding.

Nathanael fell into step with her perfectly, found a place that eased his heart from the fears of the world whenever they were together; the only things that scared him silly sometimes was whenever an Akuma attack looked particularly difficult and dangerous.

He hated being on the sidelines and breaking in fear for her, but he'd not have it any other way; he just loved her and would support her despite his fears anyway.

Nathanael's eyes closed, and Ladybug leaned in, already guiding him through the kiss before she pulled back with a flushed face and a whoosh of fresh air; she smiled, moving away from him, back to patrol with Cat Noir.

He sent her a reassuring smile, encouragement, just to make it a little easier if it helped; she loved the thrill though some days were worse than others.

Ladybug left, and Nathanael knew that Marinette would return; she had her moments when she was as strong, as determined, as Ladybug when she was Marinette, but she also had the sweet, cute, gentleness of herself.

Nathanael took a seat down; his apartment felt so small without the love of his life, easing joy and bright color back into the space.