'Fine evening, isn't it, my lady?'
Ladybug can't hold back a small smile as she hears the familiar voice behind her. It was a fine night indeed. She was sitting perched on the wide edge of a rooftop. Above her the moon shone brightly, illuminating the streets of Paris.
She turns from the view, raising her legs onto the other side of the edge to face her companion in crime, Chat Noir.
"It was," she teased as she stood, brushing herself off. The cat raised a hand to his heart in mock hurt, although the smirk priding his lips never left.
"Me-ouch, my lady. Your words are nearly as chilly as this afternoon."
Ladybug laughed and walked past him to lean up against one of the two chimneys sticking up from the roof.
"Find anything?"
"Cutting right to the chase, I see," Chat replied, spinning on his heels to face her once again. "But what's the rush? I say, the night is long and o-"
"Chat," Ladybug interrupts softly. Her smile is strained. Has it been all along? Chat stops talking immediately, looking at her surprised. Usually she doesn't mind his chatterings.
"No, my lady," he answers instead of questioning her odd behaviour. "Once again, the city was silent."
This answer, rather than unnerving her like he had expected it to, seems to make her tense up further. She's frowning a bit – she looks cute, he notes, then shakes himself out of it. He can't be concerved with that right now.
"Ladybug?" He says, stepping closer to her. He wanted so badly to raise his hand and caress her cheek but now did not seem the right moment. "Is something the matter?"
A moment passes until she looks up at him again, smiling reasurringly. "Ah, it's just me, Chat. Not used to having so little work to do, you know? It's throwing me off completely." She laughes a bit and the tension in her shoulders seems to vanish.
"Oh, got ourself a little Miss Hardworker here, have we?" He teases. He bends down, legs straight, to look her in the eye as he tousles her hair. She laughs.
"Well," he continues, smoothly turning on his heels, letting the hand previously occupied in her hair now slid around her shoulder as he walks to the edge of the roof. "I see what this is all about."
"You do?"
"Yes, of course, it's quite obvious!" He presses their heads close together and glances at her with half-lidded eyes, elaborating, "There's no need to pressure yourself to impress me, my Lady, I assure you."
She laughs and he releases her, pleased. "I'll always be quite impressed with you." He grins as he bows down melodramatically and kisses her hand.
"Oh, stop it you silly cat," she chuckles as she pulls her hand away, instead using it to lightly swat at the back of his head.
"Well," she says, backing towards the rooftop, "It's getting late. I'd better get back. You as well."
"Of course, my lady," he replies with a smile, standing up straight once again. "I'll be dreaming of our next, hopefully passionate meeting."
"Hush, you flirt," is the last thing she says before bringing out her yoyo, swinging across the buildings until she is no longer to be seen.
Adrian watches her go with a frown. Mere seconds after she's gone his transformation wears off.
"Are you insane?" Plagg flies in front of his face and scolds him. "You need to be more careful! If she hadn't left when she did you would've been discovered!"
"Ah, hush," Adrian said, waving his hand dismissively. "Nothing happened. Besides, she needed comforting."
"All right," Plagg said airly, "But when your identity gets revealed because your girlfriend needed a hug, don't come crying to me about it!"
"I won't," Adrian promised with a grin. "Now, if you quit complaining and come along I'll feed you cheese once we get home."
"Cheese!" Plagg howled and immediately quieted down. Adrian laughed as the two made their way home.