Stupid, Stupid Adrien

Adrien can't help but bang his head against the wall every time a thought of his lady appears. His whole face is flushed, his heart stuck somewhere between embarrassment and content. Why had he been so stupid? Why, oh why, had he let himself get so lost? Why had he been so caught up in the fantasies of his mind? He had been so deep into them that, for a moment, he had believed he could make them into his reality.

But it had been the thought of a fool because, really, that is what he is. A fool. One that is undeniably in love with his masked partner, the one who had saved him countless of times and brushed off his flirting even more. His feelings for her may be obvious to all of Paris, but so is her rejection towards him.

Over time the thoughts that Ladybug didn't love him began to hurt less but now, after he had kissed her and she had responded – even if it were for a second –, his feelings had hit him again. Except this time, the feelings were accompanied by a strong determination.

His lady doesn't love him – not yet, at least – but she had responded. He is sure of it.

The day passes quickly, night following it. He is hunched over atop a building, green eyes looking over the city he has risked his life for. The night is beautiful, the lights all on and a hushed silence over Paris.

Tonight he is on patrol and while he would usually do patrolling, tonight he is more content on sitting and watching over his city.

He hears her approaching before she is talking. "Hey, kitty. I figured you'd be here." She takes a seat beside him, smiling at the view. Chat tries his best to avoid looking at her but he really, really can't help himself when he glances at her from the corner of his eye.

She looks the same as she has since the day he first met her, but she still manages to take his breath away.

Before she can notice him looking at her, he averts his eyes.

"So, you know, about the uh..." She licks her lips and this time, Chat does look at her. This talk is inevitable. They must bring up the topic sooner or later and people do say there's no better time than the present, right? At this moment, Chat disagrees.

He would rather prepare himself for the rejection so it hurts less. Whatever confidence and determination had filled him last night had ran away while he was sleeping, dreaming of Ladybug's rejection.

"The kiss?" He puts in helpfully, despite his erratically beating heart and dry mouth. Ladybug smiles.

"Yeah, the kiss. I, um," she looks away from him for a second before raising her beautiful blue eyes to stare in his green one. "I just wanted to say that I-I liked it and wouldn't..." she pauses, her cheeks turning the same red as her mask. "I wouldn't mind if you do it again!" She forces out quickly before she can back out of it.

Chat Noir, who had remained silent, felt his jaw drop and his eyes widen. At the mention of liking the kiss, he wanted to jump with joy but her last comment... that is what encouraged his next actions. With a nervous grin, he leaned closer, watching as her eyes slid shut and her body leaned forward. Chat loves every side of his lady, but this one, the one that is eagerly waiting for his kiss, is the one he loves most.

"Can I do it now, then?" He asks, lips brushing against Ladybug's with every movement. She answers by leaning forward, capturing his lips in a kiss she had wanted from the moment Chat Noir left her last night.

THE END

It's short, I know.