It felt like an almost cheesy, cliche spy movie scene and yet even as Ladybug laughed as she wiggled into the clothes that her partner had brought along, clothes that she wasn't even going to begin to ask where he'd got them from, designer clothes from one of Gabriel's latest lines and completely out of her budget though they were so pretty and sleek.
Ladybug would feel like a princess tonight though a bit of a washed out one since she was still wearing spandex under it as she moved soft cloth against her, wiggling into the cute, brown top and slipping the skirt over spandex.
"Is it close enough to your size?" There was something almost vulnerable about Cat Noir right now, "I'm sorry, I should have asked."
"Oh, it's fine. I just, I feel kind of like a princess or a queen or something of that sort." She tried to nervously push back and pull at her hair, but like almost always, it was in pigtails still. Honestly, the clothes were about a size bigger than she was if even that much, and it was a good guess overall.
"I'm glad, because you deserve to feel like one." Cat Noir wiggled into his shirt and slipped on a nice pair of designer jeans, and she worried that he went broke getting these two outfits as he looked unsure of how to exactly hide his boots from view even as he threw a large fedora over his fake ears.
She smiled as he slipped on big sunglasses, and she could tell that he was who he was regardless, and though they really were sneaking out into the Parisian streets for a date without the publicity of their superhero lives. Ladybug may have loved their rooftop dates, but sometimes, she wanted to feel a little more normal. She wanted to be a teenager on a date for once, not just a superhero on a date.
She fiddled with her fedora, a light pink, purple blend, and smiled as she slipped it on. He'd brought two just in case she wanted to wear one too since she technically didn't have fake ears perched on top of her head.
Ladybug slipped the dark sunglasses on, and she tied up the laces of the thigh high boots that her partner had brought her that would hide the remaining spandex from view other than the spandex covering her fingers.
She pulled on the lace gloves that he'd thought to bring with him, and she wondered if there could be anything that he'd forgotten to bring along for her. "It's impressive that you managed to grab all of this stop."
"It was lying around, besides when I got a chance to take M'lady out, I want to really take her out." Cat Noir told her, fingers wrapping around hers, and she marveled over how he'd somehow found silly, cute kitten themed gloves to wear. They stood out from his outfit, but it was so him that even the fashion designer in her slept and didn't complain a single peep at all.
"Thank you, My Gentleman." She murmured, not sure really if she was joking over the supposed nickname since he did call her his lady all the time.
"No problem, your highness." With that said, he ducked his head and gave her a kiss on her hand that still made her heart race faster than a hundred freight trains.
It felt a lot like going undercover in a spy movie, but Ladybug would argue that it was way better than one.
"So do you normally eat at places like this?" Despite how princess-y she felt in Gabriel brand clothes, she wasn't perfectly familiar with sitting inside a big, fancy restaurant, staring at a menu full of food that was far more expensive than she'd probably ever eaten in her life.
"It happens sometimes." Cat Noir admitted, trying to avoid the topic somewhat, "I usually eat at home though."
"Me too. What should I order? Are you sure that we have enough to eat here?" Ladybug felt touched but absolutely scared to death that she was about to make her boyfriend go broke whether she ordered a salad, an appetizer, a regular meal, or steak. Everything was up there in price, and so butterflies sat nervously in her belly waiting her command.
"I've got it. Don't worry about it. What would you like to eat?" Just the depths of the green in his eyes since he'd taken his sunglasses off to look at the menu made her heart ease and made the butterflies in her stomach once again take flight.
"I-I don't know. I haven't ate at anywhere even half as fancy." She admitted, and really hoped that that didn't sound too lame.
"Oh, if you're uncomfortable, M'lady, I can take you some place else." Cat Noir was quick to tell her.
"No, no. I find it incredible that you'd want to take me out somewhere like this. I want to eat here. Just order me whatever you're having." She smiled up at him as she tried to fight back her nerves as she flipped through the menu again and again; the prices were still making her stomach drop to her toes regardless.
What he did order them both was expensive, and Ladybug decided that being treated like a princess wasn't nearly the right way to put it. It was like she'd been promoted to a queen status, and he was her king set to spoil her.
It was humbling and yet reminded her of just how much he cared though she just hoped that she wasn't draining his wallet of whatever cash he had. Ladybug curled up against his side when after an evening of wandering street vendors, sharing dinner, and laughing at admittingly terrible inside jokes and puns, she relaxed by his side.
"You didn't have to go through so much trouble for me." She muttered in his ear though she was so tired and content that she wasn't sure if she'd leaned up towards the fake cat one or if she'd whispered it in his real, human ear.
"It wasn't any trouble really. I just want you to be happy." He muttered, and Ladybug looped her fingers around his.
"You make me happy, Kitty. I don't need anything else to make me happy when I'm with you." She wasn't sure if it was the contentness of her heart or how relaxed and tired she was that made her so blatantly honest with him.
"I'm glad." There was so much emotion in his voice that she looked up and spotted tears in his cat like green eyes and couldn't help but reach out and try to soothe his aching heart, filled to the brim with her love that she gave to him, and raw emotion inspired from the honesty that she'd gifted him with its big, bright bow.
"Me too, Kitty, me too." And so she reached out and gave him a kiss that ran so real from every drop of blood in her system to every lingering moment; something much more real and honest than their 'costumes,' than the fancy restaurant, something that ran much more real than either of them had ever known, something that only they could bring out in each other.
