Adrien's heart was in his throat more than it was in his chest as her knee brushed gently against his hip, sending tingles throughout his whole body. It didn't help that his heart went from slightly nervous stutters to joyous, crush fueled feelings when his trust in Ladybug was believed to be true, shown to be true.
Her arms held him steady and yet they were delicate too, sparking a kind of flame in his heart that would be hard to extinguish even if he tried to the best of his ability. This was Ladybug, strong, brave Ladybug, holding him much like a lady would, gentle delicate. It was like all of his wildest dreams came true in an instant, melding into one.
He wasn't sure if time had stilled from his place in her arms or if it was rushing to catch up with him and dash his excited dreams. All that he could imagine though was that it had to still be flowing despite what his heart said, despite the tingles in his hip that spread a kind of warmth and gentle fire all throughout him.
Ladybug was holding him, had saved him against all odds, and her arms had became his favorite haven. He never wanted to be anywhere else but this one moment with her. It was perfect and absolutely incredible. It made him feel undeniably alive.
His heart raced like nothing else within him, and he couldn't help but stare at the woman before him that felt like the most vivid version of reality that he could have dreamed up and yet it wasn't a dream. He felt like he was floating within her arms with how delicately, how dearly she held him and how slowly they descended. It beat the rapid fall of oncoming death any day, and so if she could always hold him like this, regardless of whether his heart exploded from sheer joy, he'd be so, so happy.
'Don't let go.' Became his soft anthem until she touched the ground and had to let go. At least, he had this to look back on, to thrill over, and fall even more in love with.
