This was written for anon, who requested number 27 and Ladynoir.
27: Kisses exchanged while one person sits on the other's lap.
Spell it Out
He's half curled up on Ladybug's lap, long limbs spilling over the sides like some overgrown cat. Not that she minds. She's the one who welcomed him closer when she saw his face—the smile more fragile than an eggshell, the unspoken plea in his eyes for human contact.
He struggles to hold back a purr as she traces ticklish patterns onto his back with her fingertip—a circle, a flower, even what feels like a cat. Then the pattern changes. One green eye peeps open.
"Are you writing on me?" he asks.
She laughs softly. Her finger traces out letters, and this time he pays attention to the shapes and connecting lines. One line slanted to the left, then one straight down, then back up on a slant to the right. The next a circle. The last like a cup.
"You," he says.
"Mhmm."
She traces more letters.
His brow furrows. The first is definitely an S, then a T, then an I, N, K—
"Hey," he exclaims, rolling over on her lap so he's staring up at her. "I do not stink."
She giggles, covering her mouth with her hand. "I dunno. Sometimes I do get a bit of a cheesy smell from you."
"That is not my fault."
"Blaming it on Plagg again just 'cause he's not here to defend himself, huh?"
"Ladybug!"
Her laughter rings out, warm and surprisingly comforting for all that she's teasing him. She knows how paranoid he gets about the camembert thing. (Because the last thing he wants is to be known as that guy who smells like old gym socks.)
"Alright, alright," she says. "I'll be serious. Let me write something else."
"I have a better idea."
"Oh, and what's that?"
He sits up, straddling her thighs, and leans in close as he meets her gaze. "This …"
The kiss is teasingly soft. When he pulls back, her eyes are still closed but a smile lingers on her lips.
"If you wanted me to kiss you, kitty, all you had to do was ask."
"Well, if—"
Her lips collide with his, cutting off his words. Not that he's complaining. He settles more comfortably on her lap and wraps his arms around her. They kiss and kiss, and as they do he traces letters on her thigh to form three words.
She pulls back with a laugh. "You dork."
"Caught that, did you?" he says with an unrepentant grin.
Her arms loop around his neck, and she presses a chaste kiss to his lips. "I love you too."
This was gonna be angst, but I just wrote an angsty one-shot, so have this cheesy thing of romantic fluff instead.
