She'll blame it on that stupid dream. That stupid, stupid dream. How she folded into him with their lips molding and breaths heavy. At first, she didn't know who it was she was kissing. The mysteries of dreaming simply led her mind to kissing someone. And oh, how quickly she had lost herself in him. Her body buzzing and her mind numb. It wasn't until she pulled away that she noticed who those lips belonged to. Green eyes under a black mask stared at her, half-lidded with a blissful grin.
"Cat got your tongue?" he had asked her. It was then that she began to realize it was a dream. Because she was perfectly fine with kissing Chat Noir then. She was perfectly fine laying with her crime-fighting, pun-making, cat-ear-wearing partner. And even worse? She liked the pun.
Ever since then, that dream has been haunting her memories. Tapping on the door of her thoughts and creeping into her desires. She wasn't suppose to like him! Not Chat. Nope. But that stupid, idiotic dream. She loathes that dream.
"Girl, what's wrong with you?" Alya hissed in her ear. Marinette snapped to attention, realizing where she was. Stupid school, she thought bitterly, stupid dream. Stupid Chat. "Hello?" Alya reached over and waved her hand in front of her friend's face.
Marinette blinked, glancing at her friend over her hand squishing her cheek. "Sorry, Alya," she sighed, "I just had the weirdest dream and I'm having trouble forgetting it."
"What?" Alya scooted closer, grinning mischievously. "It wouldn't have to do with a certain someone, would it?" she asked.
Marinette's face lit up like fire, "Wh-what!? No-no-no-no it was not, Alya!" she squealed, earning a strict look from the teacher. Hunching downwards at the sudden attention, Marinette mumbled out an apology.
Alya continued looking at Marinette through a smug expression. "Oh you're so lying, girl!" she said quietly while poking Marinette's arm. "You had a hot dream about—" she cuts off before finishing and just mouths, "Adrien" while pointing the the boy in front of them. Sitting innocently.
Innocently.
No that dream was not with Adrien. Because that dream was anything but innocent. Chat was anything but innocent.
Slapping Alya's hand down, Marinette glared at her, "Alya, I swear it wasn't!" she seethed through her teeth, feeling the eyes of the classroom on her still. She know they couldn't hear their conversation, but she didn't like the unwelcomed attention. "Besides," she said, finding herself coming up with a smooth alibi. "If I dreamed about Adrien, I'd be pretty happy about it, wouldn't I? Twitterpated, even…" she mumbled under her breath.
Alya nodded, looking back towards the board in the front of the class. "Yeah, I guess so, huh? You're just… broody."
Marinette only grunted in response, glad her friend was off her back. But her relief halted when she remembered the upcoming patrol tonight. She subconsciously put her hand in her bag, feeling Tikki gently hug it.
She hadn't spoken to him. She just nodded, blinked, or somehow signaled a response to him. She had hoped he wouldn't notice, but that'd be unrealistic. Chat was observant; he'd always been observant.
"Something eating at you, M'Lady?" He asked her, leaning forwards to cat her eye. She averted her gaze. He frowned. "Ladybug?" he spoked with worried lips.
Lips, she thought, furrowing her brow and scoffing.
"I'm fine, Chat." There. She spoke. Done. She didn't die.
"You're not saying much, LB," he stood up straight, "And you haven't looked at me…" His tone grew desperate, "I haven't done anything, have I? I'm sorry, I didn't—"
"You can't apologize for something if you don't know what you're apologizing for," she said, crossing her arms and looking out over the city. Her tone was sour. She was sour. And he didn't deserve it, she knew that much. "I'm sorry," she sighed, "I've just got something on my mind."
"I'm a good listener," he said happily, "I've got two sets of ears, after all."
She laughed lightly, shaking her head, "I don't think talking will help," she said breathily. Not with you, anyway, she added silently.
"Why not?" he asked, "I find talking paw-sitively meow-velous."
Puns… she could feel her face light up. Although she was sure her masked covered it, she could still feel it. Creeping onto her cheeks.
"I'm claw-ful at advice, but I'd love to listen," he added, and she could hear the grin in his words. Stop, she thought desperately, feeling her blush grow.
"Furr-real, Ladybug, I'm being litter-al."
Stop.
"Just talk it meow-t."
Nooooo—
"What, cat got your tongue?"
And that was it.
Her face exploded in pink, and if her suit wasn't covering everything, she could've been considered a glow-stick. She could feel her toes light up! Because, yes. Yes, the cat did have her tongue, and now she couldn't think about anything else!
"You…" she growled, turning towards him and grabbing his collar forcefully. She yanked him towards her, their noses barely touching as she looked at him. Finally looked at him. She could see the color drain from his face as panicked eyes flickered into hers.
Don't do it, she thought, Don't. Do. It.
But she did. She leaned into him, her mouth parting ever-so-slightly. And unlike her forceful yank at his collar, she slowly, gently, tentatively placed her lips on his. Her eyes looking into his before they fluttered close. And for a moment, they were still. As if time froze and neither could move. Lips barely touching, hearts barely beating, lungs barely breathing.
He was the first to move. His hand crept up to cup her cheek as he tilted and moved carefully. She could hear him sharply inhale before leading her with his lips into something she'd never done.
Her brain short-circuited at that thought. She may have been kissing in her dream, but this was not a dream. She'd never kissed. Not even a peck! And here she is. Clumsily following her partner's slow lead. She momentarily panicked, freezing up when his mouth opened just a sliver and then closed on her upper-lip. Chat, her eyes snapped open, this was Chat!
Truthfully, she expected his eyes to be closed like hers. To be lost in the moment like she had been in that dream. But his eyes were open, half-lidded with a blissful gleam. Deja vu, her heart fluttered and she didn't pull away.
He leaned into her more, moving his lips and leaving her to frantically follow. His eyes finally closed and he moved his other hand to hold her waist. Carefully pulling her closer. This, she realized, is beginning to feel familiar. Letting her eyelids fall, she grew more confident. Within the few moments she'd been kissing him, he'd lead her. Showed her. Without question. And although she was questioning herself, she put it aside and stepped forward, breathing in. Breathing out. Leaning into him. Molding into him.
And then it was over and they leaned away. Like an open-ended movie, her brained raced to catch up. What now? she thought.
"I…" Chat whispered lowly, his eyes still closed. Opening them, he looked at her. "Why?" he asked, his brow lowering in confusion.
Ladybug sighed. She didn't know why! She just did. She was impulsive. "I don't know…" she mumbled, looking to the ground. "I just—I'm just a bit…" she searched her brain for words but couldn't find anything.
"Confused?" He offered, letting his hands fall from her. She expected to see hurt in his eyes, but she didn't. "I know the feeling," he said honestly.
"Heh," she scoffed, hugging herself. "Yeah. Confused. It's… strange to like someone you don't really know." The words were out before she could catch them. Before she knew she was thinking them.
"…Like?" He asked quietly.
Embarrassed, she grew defensive, "Well I did initiate that, didn't I?" She said, wildly gesturing between them. "Ugh!" she growled, grabbing her face and frowning. "This is so dumb! I don't—I mean, I kinda—no, no, I definitely do not like you—" she peaked through her hands to see his very confused, slightly hurt expression.
"Stupid dream," she mumbled.
His eyes lit up while a mischievous grin spread across his face. "Dream, M'Lady?" he waggled his eyebrows, "Did you dream about me?"
"N-no." She lied.
Stupid dream.
Stupid Chat.
Stupid feelings.
;D
-LovelySheree