AN: I like to tease ;)
Also titled, "should I write sin?" but since I'm a pure cinnamon roll... (and none of you have any proof against that) *coughs*
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"What are you going to do–write a book about how much you love me?" Ladybug asked.
She leaned her arm against the bookshelf next to her. Her voice barely a whisper, hot against Chat's skin. He breathed in her sent, groaning internally at the feeling of her next to him.
"This library isn't big enough for that," he purred into her ear.
Ladybug laughed, pulling his hand closer as their breaths intertwined for a second of heated passion. She stroked his cheek with her fingers, feeling the slight bumps against his soft yet firm flesh, and the movement of his mouth opening to her touch. Her eyes drew closer together, and her voice became a breath of air.
"You're imagination's getting the better of you, kitty."
Chat grinned as leaned in to close the small distance between them. "I've always said you're right, My Lady, but this time I'm not so sure about that