Her heart beat hard. She thought she was caught under a spell. But looking at him, the way he held her gaze, the way he put full meaning into his words, she knew she was wrong.

She wasn't under a spell. She had broken one. One which bruised her heart for not giving him a chance. All at once, she felt a surge of clarity wash over her.

"You...love me? You've really loved me this whole time?" She said slowly, in a soft, hushed tone.

He fixed his eyes into her ocean blue and gently intertwined his fingers with hers.

"Would I lie to you, bugaboo?" He whispered.

That was it. That was all the confirmation she needed. Getting up from her little den with in her, she brushed off all the dust.

The bluenette took a step forward, closing the space between them. Hands clasped, arms stretched down to their side, she lightly pressed her body against his.

Warmth. So much warmth.

Holding his gaze she lifted her face a little in order to keep her eyes fixed on his. (He was a bit taller than her ¬~¬)

Chat noir's heart sped up. He was assaulted with a rush of emotion, yet even with all the commotion inside, he oddly felt a calming sense of serenity.

Ladybug smiled faintly, completely convinced that the boy who stood before her, respected her, loved her, and would cherish her.

And so, she finally said it aloud.

"Then I guess, I've always loved you too kitty...I love you."

She said it with such conviction, such gentleness that the blossom of pink blush which tickled her cheeks began changing into a hue of beet red.

The fusion of heat between them radiated off of their cheeks. She slowly fluttered her thick, beautiful lashes, leaning in little by little.

He was drawn to her like a magnet. That coy smile she placed on her lips made his heart flutter. He didn't expect his lady to be so shy and modest. But all the more he figured that he had probably deciphered it wrong.

Leaning in further, chat brought up their linked hands as their noses brushed past each other.

Slowly shutting her lids, ladybug felt a bud of desire unfurl on her lips. To think that her first-or second kiss was the same boy hidden behind a mask. A boy who she had no true knowledge of. A boy who she trusted with her life. He was a boy who she had come to love.

Releasing his hold on her hands chat wrapped his arms around her lower back, pulling her closer-if that were possible.

She followed his actions and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her hands grabbing at his soft, blond hair.

Their lips moved in rhythm, breaking apart, then diving back together. Softly pressing onto on another, yet firm enough to spark the flare of affection.

He had to admit, for her being his first kiss he was doing a pretty good job. It came to him naturally, where to place his arms, how to work with her lips.

And then a weird sense of dé ja vu hit him. The familiarity of her lips, the fact that he knew when to break for air, felt too right to be the first. As their lips met again, clasping onto each other's, he felt like he had done this before...that was the only way he could explain how he knew what to do and when to do it.

Finally, breaking apart for the final time, both heroes felt their heart racing like stallions. Their breathe mingled in the air within the thin distance which parted their lips.

They were meshed into one another, foreheads resting on each other's, standing atop the Eiffel tower, basking in the dimmed glow of lights which brushed them, yet hidden in the shadows of the tower's beams.

Ladybug was the first to break the comforting silence.

"You got better." She said softly, a slight playfulness in her voice, as she lightly tapped his nose with one hand.

For a moment chat was lost.

Better?

As he looked at her, the shy smile painted on her lips, the red blush seeping beneath her mask, the twinkle in her eyes, he knew there was something he was missing.

He realized that he must have been making a face because ladybug placed her hands on his chest and gently pushed away. A look of realization flickered in her eyes.

"Oh wait...I forgot, you-you don't remember, do you?" She said and placed her right hands' finger tips over her lips, suppressing the smile that was tugging the corners of her mouth.

Chat reached for her hand that was dangling by her side and she gladly accepted his touch, responding to his loving action by intertwining her fingers with his.

Using his free hand, he scratched the back of his head as he spoke.

"Remember what?"

At this the girl couldn't hold it in and a giggle escaped her. The sound of her laughter was music to his ears, like chiming bells made for calming the nerves.

"Well, if I tell you then I'd have to stay here the entire night, plus it's not even my turn to patrol" - she flicked his bell and leaned in close - "I'll save it for another day...let's just say" - she didn't stop until her lips were just above his - "this wasn't the first time we kissed kitty." She finished softly, a mischievous flare in the sweetness of her tone.

Chat noir didn't even get time to register the thought. Her lips skimmed his and she planted a tender kiss on his cheek. One as sweet as candy before reeling back.

He was a goner. His face was most defiantly beet red.

She smiled and slowly broke her hold from his hand and twirled around, aiming and throwing her yo-yo. She winked and pressed her index and middle finger to her lips and blew him a kiss before swinging off into the night.

Stunned.

That was how he felt. Completely taken aback at how-how good she was at flirting. He chuckled. He'd taught her well.

As his heart beat in his throat and over flowed with joy, his cheeks still radiated immense amounts of heat.

He figured that he would be lucky if the stains of rouge which padded his cheeks beneath his mask would fade to a light pink by morning.

Scratch that. He figured that he would be lucky if he was ever going to get an ounce of sleep tonight.

His eyes lingered to where his love had swung off to. She had just left and he already missed her. His lips tingled, proving to him that he was in fact awake and not sound asleep at home, tucked under the covers.

Chat noir looked to the beautiful Parisian sky, decorated with twinkling lights. He sighed dreamily.

He couldn't wait till Friday.

Fin