Once was never enough; no matter what people may tell you. The first time, it was to break a curse, and yet she'd never expected then to fall so head over heels for her partner in fighting crime.
True Love's Kiss breaks the Fairy Tale Curse, and with that, Ladybug's mind now knew the truth. In a way, it was absolutely true, and she'd never expected to ever find it as more than just a moment of sacrifice for her best friend: not much of a sacrifice all things considered, and now, all that she could do was lean close and savor every single one like it was the last one that she'd get.
Her eyes fluttered closed as gloved hands searched and found his, carefully intertwining without much of a thought anymore about it around his, and suddenly, she found herself clinging much tighter to his hands as if the gentle pressure against her lips wasn't anywhere near enough. Her breath caught when his tongue brushed along her bottom lip as if it had never happened before and yet she leaned closer, pressing feather tight against him.
Pure warmth flowed from her toes up as her fingers squeezed tightly in his own, lost to something all warm and all curious and all loving. Just, something about being this close to him, feeling his heartbeat against her chest, reminded her that he loved her so much and left her feeling like floating. One kiss was never enough as he finally pulled away, and they, both, took much needed breaths of air.
'I love you,' clung to every kiss, both familiar, and exotically new, and suddenly, she felt almost dizzy under the rush and yet it wasn't the kind of dizzy that made her want to pull away from the second or third kiss, just made her want to stay as her toes curled up and as her mind wandered to touch.
There was something so intimate about holding hands during their kisses, about clinging to each other without the urgency or speed of a hot and heavy kiss, like a quiet, steady, little reminder that they'd be there for each other and that they had all the time in the world to be together. There was no need to rush when she was absolutely positive that their love ran so strong for one another that they'd never let it go or force a harsh goodbye on the other.
Lips pressed close, fingers intertwined, and hearts colliding in fast tempos became everything for as long as they could stretch it out, as long as they can press close and forget the world around them for a while. Paris may carry on from one activity or commotion to the next, but they didn't have to carry on with that abrupt, fast pace, not when all that they wanted was a few more stolen moments together, a little longer to feel one kiss blend into two, into three, into four, as the world around them vanished with every stolen moment together.