Chapter Eleven: All I Want For Christmas Is You.

Adrien has found the perfect gift for Plagg!

What was that noise?

Adrien frowned and pulled his earphones out. They were working just fine. No crackling, no interference, nothing like that. No, the noise appeared when his music fell silent as it changed from one song to the next, and it was coming from inside his room. He looked up from his homework and glanced around. There was no one here save for Plagg, none of the windows were open, nothing had fallen. None of his electronic devices were beeping.

What could it be?

If he didn't know better, he'd say that someone was pranking him. There was no one in the house who would do that though. His father didn't have a funny bone in his body, Nathalie might appreciate a joke every now and then but she was far too busy to do something like that, most of the staff had already left for the day, the chef was busy in the kitchen, and Plagg…

Adrien's eyes narrowed. Plagg was exactly the type to pull a prank like that. Making a noise then stopping whenever Adrien looked for the source was right up his alley. Damn cat. But he was using Adrien's computer to look up some more information about Christmas… wasn't he?

A surreptitious glance at his desk confirmed that Plagg was indeed bouncing and cartwheeling across the keyboard as he typed in various search terms to look up.

Well there was an easy way to prove this, wasn't there?

A carefully executed yawn and stretch maneuver had him repositioned in such a way that he could easily see his computer out of the corner of his eye, a fake scratch to his neck had his hair concealing that fact that his earphones weren't actually in his ears, and a few doodles of black cats and ladybirds in his book made it seem like he was writing again.

Plagg's ear twitched and he went back to looking at Christmas pages.

Adrien doodled another cat.

Plagg wrestled the computer mouse across the mat to click something.

Adrien added a small ladybird on the cats nose. He could call that a kiss, right?

Bingo!

Plagg had switched tabs to a site all about gourmet cheeses and was drooling over each piece, purring in delight.

That was the sound Adrien kept hearing. Plagg didn't want to be caught drooling over cheese and so stopped every time Adrien tried to see what was making the noise. But he could never stay away from his stinky food for long.

He nearly laughed out loud when Plagg scrolled down the page and squealed in delight at seeing a gigantic vieux boulogne. The poor kwami was actually whimpering.

"Oh I don't want a lot for Christmas, there is just one cheese I need, I don't care about the others, down there in the chef's pantry, I just want you for my own, more than you can ever know…"

Adrien was biting his cheeks so hard to keep from laughing, he wouldn't be surprised if he drew blood! This was priceless! If only he could record it! Plagg was actually serenading the cheese!

He waited until he had control over himself once more before turning back to his homework. Plagg could carry on singing to the computer screen if he wanted, he had a pretty good voice actually, and now that Adrien knew what that noise was he wasn't bothered by it. It was time to return to memorising dates and names for his history homework - and if he just happened to accidentally memorise some of the cheeses that were making his kwami squeal while he was working, well, that knowledge could also be put to good use.

Some gourmet cheeses were definitely a better gift idea than the one he had been considering - arranging a kwami date with Ladybug. Plagg had given his feelings away with his misery loves company comment the other day. Adrien had been seeling Christmas to Plagg as a holiday about togetherness and love, completely overlooking the fact that Plagg was separated from his partner while Chat Noir and Ladybug didn't know each other's identities.

No wonder he was being grumpy about Christmas.

Still, nice as it would be to arrange some way for Plagg and Tikki to meet, it threw up all sorts of secrecy issues, not to mention how tricky it would be to arrange such a meeting with his ever changing schedule. He might still mention it to Ladybug the next time he saw her, but he now had a better present in mind for Plagg for Christmas.

But there was no way that Adrien was going to buy Plagg the world's smelliest cheese. No way. No vieux boulogne in this house at all.

Author's note: And its Friday at last! Only two weeks until the big day. Is everyone ready for Christmas yet? Reminder: I have not seen all of season 2 or season 3 of Miraculous Ladybug, so please do not spoil it for me.

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