Chapter Twelve

While it wasn't the first time that Ladybug had carried Adrien Agreste away from the clutches of potential danger, it was however the first time the model glared at her with a petulant jutting bottom lip. "Of all the times to tell me that it's okay for Chat Noir to kiss you, you do it now when I'm not transformed and in no position to do so."

The curl of Ladybug's luscious lips did little to calm Adrien and his ire continued to rise when she somehow managed to manoeuvre her arm, clutching his shoulders, into a position where she was able to playfully tap the end of his nose. "You're so cute when you pout."

"I'm not pouting."

"Oh, you're pouting, Agreste. So much pouting." She smirked. The blonde gave her dirty look and turned his head away from her, lifting his nose snootily in the air. This only resulted in further amusement for Ladybug, who let out a hoot of laughter.

"You're enjoying this far too much. You live to torture me, don't you?" He grumbled as he glanced back at his lady.

The smile on her face grew even wider, flashing her pristine teeth. "Me torture Adrien Agreste? Clearly, you're mistaken. I much prefer to taunt my partner."

"Ha ha. You're the biggest tease, you know that?" He said as he turned his face away in preparation to sulk.

Ladybug's amusement didn't dim as she eyed him from the side of her mask. "Hmm, I don't think I'm any more of a tease than you."

"Ahem, you are talking to an unmasked Chat Noir. And in case you missed the memo Chat Noir would dearly love to kiss Ladybug in public."

"There was a memo? Sorry I haven't checked my inbox."

Adrien ground his teeth together and let out an irritated growl, although he wasn't particularly serious about it. "Do you have any idea how utterly infuriating you are? Or just how much self-restraint I'm exerting right now?"

A smug look settled on Ladybug's face. "But I'm such a good friend, Adrien. What could possibly be infuriating about that?"

Adrien rolled his eyes. "I am never going to live that down, am I?"

"Nope, probably not." She replied as she reeled in the line of her yoyo to land on her own balcony. Dropping his legs, Ladybug opened the glass sliding door, grabbed Adrien by his tie and dragged him inside.

"Plagg, cl-" A firm finger pressed to his lips before he could finish.

"Get changed back into your normal clothes before you go transforming on me."

Adrien's eyebrows dropped sternly and he spoke with dripping sarcasm. "Yes, milady."

She smiled sweetly at him then gave a firm yank of his tie which made him hunch down so she was able to drop a kiss on his cheek. "Thanks, hot stuff."

He pried her fingers from his tie, still looking unimpressed. Then he shucked the jacket from his shoulders and placed it on her head as he dashed to her bedroom. Before closing the door, he glanced over his shoulder and haughtily mocked, "I would have done a strip tease for you, but you wanted Chat."

There came a spluttering of incoherent garble in response and Adrien's mood immediately lifted. "Gotcha," he murmured happily to himself.


Ladybug was contemplating the pros and cons of invading her own bedroom when there was a knock at her front door. Slinking to the spyhole she almost choked when she saw Alya standing on the other side. Slowly stepping away she hoped that her best friend would assume she wasn't home.

Sneaking behind the kitchen bench she quickly transformed back into Marinette and gave a panicked look to Tikki. "I shouldn't be home yet, what if she saw what happened with Ladybug and Adrien?"

Before Tikki could answer, Marinette's phone began ringing. From the doorway came Alya's loud voice, "Marinette I know you're at home."

"Dammit." The dark-haired girl whispered to herself as she stood up and answered the door.

Alya barrelled in the moment she said hello. "So, how did it go? Did you get top marks for borrowing Adrien? Did he snog you in front of the whole class?"

"Alya!" She cringed as she warily looked towards her bedroom door.

Her best friend picked up the line of her gaze and smirked. "Oh, he's still here. Did I interrupt something?"

"No, he's getting changed."

"So why are you here and not in there with him?"

"Alya! Shut up."

"Forgive me if I'm wrong but you did tell me you're dating, right? Or was that a vivid dream that seemed like reality? It wouldn't be the first time it's happened to me." Alya moved to the fridge, hunkering down to grab a bottle of water from the bottom shelf.

Marinette groaned and trailed a hand down her face. "Yes, we're dating but…" She looked up at the sound of her bedroom door opening and watched Chat Noir travel the distance between them with long purposeful strides. It was impossible to miss the wicked glint in his masked eyes. She frantically waved her hands and nudged her head towards the fridge but he paid no mind. Instead he backed her up against the counter, enclosing her with his arms either side of her body, clawed fingers gripping the granite as his hot mouth claimed hers in a searing kiss.

"Damn…" Came Alya's voice through the fog of Marinette's now muddled brain. Chat Noir suddenly broke the kiss. His Adam's apple bobbed as his gaze darted between his girlfriend and her visitor, partly hidden by the open fridge door. "Chat Noir?" Alya gasped, "Is that the real Chat Noir?"

Marinette spun around, pushing Chat behind her protectively. "It's just Adrien. I asked him to dress up." She inwardly cringed at her own explanation. She was never going to live this down.

Alya looked gobsmacked. "But his tail, it twisted into the shape of a love-heart when he kissed you."

"Animatronics," Chat Noir added. "Remember my father is a fashion designer, he's got connections."

"But your eyes, even the whites are green and they look just like Chat Noir's."

"Contact lenses and eyedrops, I wanted to be as realistic as possible." He said while attempting to keep his cat ears still and his tail from doing anything else.

"Wow, just wow." Alya said with an appreciative nod. She turned to Marinette. "Girl, that is commitment right there. That being said, I'm clearly stopping you two from doing whatever kinky roleplaying stuff you're into. I'll leave you to it. Have fun!"

Chat Noir and Marinette stood staring at the door in stunned silence long after Alya's departure. "What just happened?"

Marinette turned to look at Chat. "Beats me but I think Alya just gave us her blessing for whatever."

"I believe the term was kinky roleplaying stuff. Poor Nino, he's going to kill me."

"Why do you say that?"

"If Alya believes I'd go to the sort of lengths she thinks I've gone to for dressing up as Chat Noir to please you, can you imagine what sort of demands she's going to lay on Nino."

"Oh, I see."

"Yeah." Chat Noir said as he crossed his arms. "I thought you were on the phone." Then his eyes moved over Marinette in a much different way, hungrily devouring her with just his gaze. "So then, you've got me alone now. What do you intend to do with me?"

"According to Alya, kinky stuff."

Chat's smile displayed his straight white teeth. "You promised me a kiss in public but you're not in the correct attire." He let out a mock sigh of resignation. "I guess we'll need to keep things behind closed doors."

Marinette looped her arms around his neck. "Woe is you."

"Oh princess, you have no idea."

"Maybe I can improve your situation."

He raised a masked eyebrow. "What did you have in mind?"

Tightening her hold, Marinette drew Chat Noir closer. Her lips skimmed the wild hair that concealed his real left ear. "Rigorous exploration of your costume."

A groan sounded from her partner as he nuzzled his face into her hair. "I like the sound of that."

"I thought you would." She said as she drew back and slid her hands around his upturned collar. Her eyes remained fixed on his as her fingers found his bell. She gave it a flick and watched as the corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk. That look morphed into something far hotter when she enclosed the bell in her fingers and he heard the sound of his zipper being opened.

Yet Chat Noir stayed put, his chest beginning to heave with his increased excitement. Marinette stopped the zipper at the bottom of his sternum, her eyes finally dropping to study his newly uncovered skin. She placed her index fingers on both edges of the open zip, trailing her fingers up the exposed V of his chest until she reached his collarbones. From there her hands delved under the open fabric to glide over his shoulders and up to caress the sides of his neck with her thumbs brushing his jaw.

Marinette's gaze slowly perused his throat, up his jawline to his slightly parted lips and on to his heavily dilated pupils. She drew nearer, slanting her mouth only a whisper away from his. "I'm pleased to inform you that your zipper is fully operational."

"I noticed," he said, breathing hard. His face edging closer as he dipped to capture her lips. But she shied away at the first brush and his jaw clenched.

"I'm not done yet." She stated in a singsong voice. His nostrils flared and a muscle worked in his cheek. She cupped his jaw, "Remember, rigorous exploration."

"Continue," Chat Noir instructed, his voice gravelly.

Marinette's hands returned to the outside of his costume as she stepped away from him, her fingers tracing the line of his suit that ran from his biceps, onto his chest, under his arms and around to his shoulder blades. As she circled to his back, Chat watched her over his shoulder and started purring as she splayed her fingers wide and stroked them down to his waist.

There Marinette stopped to observe his baton. "How does this even stay there?" She latched onto his weapon and tugged it free. "Magnetic?" she wondered out loud.

"Perhaps it's simply my allure." He smirked.

"Hmm, perhaps." She said putting it back in place and watching as it miraculously stayed where it was supposed to be. "Magic, who can explain it."

The swish of his tail caught her eye and she laid her hands at his waist, over his belt. The hard leather was smooth under her touch, she traced her way around him until her fingers collided. To maintain continuous contact, she was now on the verge of leaning against him. She could already feel his body heat and it enticed her closer. Feeling bold, she let her fingers drift up along his abs as she crushed herself into the curve of his spine.

Chat's purring grew louder and he rocked back as if needing as much surface area contact as possible. His arms swung behind him to grip the sides of her thighs. "You're driving me nuts."

"That was the general idea." Marinette confirmed as she lifted up on her toes to kiss his turned cheek. Apparently, that combined with the rub of her body against his, was breaking point for Chat Noir as he released her thighs and spun around in her arms. He wasted no time in claiming her lips, his mouth working feverishly against hers.

Marinette was feeling pretty pleased with herself. Especially when Chat dropped down to capture her thighs again, this time lifting her off the ground so he could carry her up to her bedroom with her legs wrapped around his waist. She was impressed that he managed to kiss her all the way there without crashing into anything.

Next thing she knew, he was kneeling on the end of her bed, laying her down with a mix of tenderness and impatience. Once on her back, Chat Noir prowled his way up the bed like a panther while hovering over her with a roguish grin. "Want to rigorously explore the way to get me out of this suit without the magic words?"

"I could steal your miraculous, that would do the trick."

Chat Noir settled down on top of her but shifted his weight to his arms. A clawed finger pushed aside a lock of her hair on her forehead. "Why bother, you already stole my heart."

"You're a smooth operator, Agreste."

He smiled down at her. "Only for you. I love you, Marinette."

"I love you too, Adrien."

Marinette threaded her fingers into Chat Noir's hair, faintly touching his cat ears as they kissed each other with a slow burning passion. She flinched when his claws snagged on her shirt as he tried to wrap his arms around her. "This isn't working."

Chat Noir sat up. "What do you mean?"

"That damn suit, it's hindering snuggles."

"We can't have that." He said with a lopsided smirk as he finished unzipping his costume and attempted to pull his arms free. "Hmm," he mused as he tugged his wrist up, followed by the other, neither being able to escape the confines of his gauntlets. "I don't think this is meant to come off."

"Well, I'm sure we've made more progress than we would have with my Ladybug suit. As far as I can tell there's no zipper at all."

"But what if you need to go to the toilet?"

"It's never happened so far. How about you?"

"Nope, fortunately. Must be a design fault. Maybe kwamis don't pee."

"Ew, you had to go there didn't you."

"Sorry, it was just a thought. I must say I've never taken that level of interest in Plagg's bodily functions."

"I think you just killed the mood."

"Alas, yes."

"So much for Alya's suggestion of kinky time."

"She might consider kwami pee kinky."

Marinette picked up her pillow and whacked him with it. "You're so gross."

"Made you laugh and you'll never look at Alya the same."

"I'm scarred for life, cruel man."

"Ah but you love me, you said as much." Chat Noir claimed as he attempted to lie back with his arms crossed behind his neck but failed due to his current state of clothing. With a shake of his head he called off his transformation and Plagg gave him the evil eye. "What?"

"Humans," Plagg muttered as he whizzed through the air, phasing out the door most likely headed to the fridge.

"I think you offended your kwami."

"What else is new. I'll buy him some exotic cheese and things will be just peachy. Well as peachy as they get with Plagg."

Marinette rolled to her side and Adrien did the same. "Do you really think Alya was convinced that it was you dressed up?"

Adrien shrugged his broad shoulders. "Who knows." He wriggled closer as if preparing to share a secret. "Ladybug and Chat Noir kissing in a very public display could be the solution."

"Or she'll decided I'm getting some side action with Chat."

"We could tell her the truth."

"Adrien we've only just discovered the truth. Let's keep it between us for a while yet."

He picked up her hand and intertwined their fingers. "Okay, it's just frustrating how complicated our lives get at times with having dual identities. It would have been easier if we'd known from the start. We could have been collaborating excuses for our sudden disappearances together."

"We've managed. Besides what would you have said?"

"What people already assumed, we were sneaking off to make out."

"What! Who said that?"

"It was a rumour. People noticed that we often both reappeared about the same time after akuma attacks when we were at school. I just shrugged it off. Besides Chloe was quick to challenge that theory."

"I'll bet she was."

"I can't believe her name alone still riles you up."

"She was horrible to me at school for a long time. Unlike you, she thought I was scum."

"No, she was insecure. From what I could tell she envied you. Thankfully she grew up and realised her mistake."

Marinette eyed him suspiciously. "Have you told her we're together now?"

Adrien looked away. "Not yet."

"Why is that I wonder?"


Sorry for the long gap with updating this story, had a major case of writers block for this chapter but I had a lot of laughs writing it today. Sorry for any typos etc. I thought it best to post since it's been so long. Thanks for your patience and for the reviews, favourites and follows. Cheers :)