Cat Noir never minded the moments when Ladybug rushed in and when he dutifully followed her, staying close, listening to her commands. He didn't doubt her lead.

And yet there were days where he didn't mind taking the lead himself, guiding her, giving her the signals or commands needed. It helped during the little moments when they needed to switch up who took charge during Akuma fights, and it all revolved around trust, a deep trust between them.

Now though, leads didn't matter nearly as much though with his eyes closed, his arms around her, and lips pressed close, he let her guide him, pressing close. Ladybug felt like all warmth pressed this closely against him, moving closer, and staying huddled close.

Ladybug was in the lead now, the ball was in her court, and so her hand squeezed his fingers, holding him close. Every movement was led by her, a squeeze of the hand, bodies pressed close, every swing of a lip or tongue led by Ladybug.

With her, it was gentle and yet delicate and yet full of a warm rush that Ladybug was in charge of, that Ladybug commanded. He'd listen. Cat Noir followed her lead, not minding at all that he'd left the control and the lead position to his lady.

He'd follow her wherever she led him.


Ladybug was even happy sometimes to relinquish her lead to her partner. Butterflies or ladybugs swarmed her stomach as Cat Noir dipped down, hands holding her waist steady, and as he led with a gentlemanly insistence.

He led with confidence, with an almost kind of charm, and yet at the same time, he was gentle, never pushing farther than he knew that she could go, always willing to listen when she needed him to.

Kissing Cat Noir, letting him lead, was like sweet relief mixed with a kind of love that she'd never doubted wanting in her life. She thrived under his gentle love, his listening ear, his steady arms, and his big heart.

Ladybug never doubted her partner, never doubted that he could lead her, and sometimes she found it best when he took the lead.