The streets of Paris lay quiet as a masked figure watched from afar. The lights from the Eiffel Tower casted shadows across her face, red and blacks of her suit mixing with yellows and golds the tower emitted. "Ah, mon cher, de fantaisie, je vous trouver ici." A voice speaks. "Donc, la vie de chat." She smiles. "Only for his lady." He laughs. She looks over at his crouched form, balanced on top of the railing. She leans forward, a hand under her chin. "Any news recently?" her cat asks her. She reaches a hand up, curling it in his hair, scratching his scalp. A purr rumbles from his chest as he leans into her touch. "It's been surprisingly quiet." She says, looking back to the city. "Ladybug," he says, catching her attention. Her eyes drift to his feet and slowly make their way to meet his eyes. "Yes?" She asks innocently, her hand at the base of his neck. He leans in, his eyes dazed.
She could smell the designer fragrance that lingered on his skin. He could smell her flowery perfume with a hint of what almost smelt like a bakery. She could feel his hands lightly place themselves on her hips. He could feel her lean into him. She could see the ghost of a smile on his lips. He could see the stars in her eyes, as if heaven itself was imbedded in them. She could almost taste the lips that haunted her in her dreams. He could almost taste the lips of the woman he's fallen for. She slipped a finger between them, placing it on his soft lips. "Mon cher chat, quelque chose de valeur doit ȇtre payè avec de la patience pour que ce soit quelque chose d'intèressant" She smiles apologetically. He smiles back at her, a blush creeping behind his mask. He places his hands on the railing and she realized that she missed the warmth.
A loud crash boomed from the city, alerting the two superheroes. "Retour á nouveau," Chat Noir smiled. "Jamais un moment ennuyeux." Ladybug stated, swinging into action with a smile gracing her lips.