M'lady?

Did he just call her M'lady?

"What?" She had to stay calm. Plausible deniability, right?

"You don't have to hide anymore, Princess. I know that you are Ladybug. I've known for years, actually." He punctuated the sentence by taking her earlobe into his warm mouth, tongue swirling knowingly around her miraculous.

The sluggishness she had been experiencing in his arms dissipated immediately. She flew out of his loose hold as though it had been searing her skin. Not expecting that reaction it took a second for Chat Blanc to react. He just turned on the bench to watch her.

Chat's mouth opened giving her a cheeky grin, then he moved his hand to his mouth pulling out something red, "Now you have to stay and listen"

"My miraculous!" Marinette's hand flew to her left ear discovering it empty. Chat had half her miraculous and she couldn't transform.

Her back was to the door as she took measured steps backwards. Marinette refused to take her eyes off the white cat before her. She was in dangerous territory.

"I got your earing off with just my tongue. Imagine what I can do in other places." His eyes strayed towards her thighs as his tongue darted out to wet his lips.

Marinette couldn't help the shudder that wracked her frame due to his words. She almost got lost in her head imagining just that.

"How did you know that I'm Ladybug?" She inquired, finally shaking herself from her inappropriate thoughts. Adrien had somehow been akumatised, knew she was Ladybug and held half of her miraculous making it impossible for her to transform and here she was thinking about him eating her out!

He tucked the earing into a pocket in his pants, reclined slightly on his hands before answering her question.

"I've sort of known since the day I met you as Ladybug. When I saw you, I almost instantly knew it was you but I wasn't too sure. It's why I called you M'lady that first time: I was about to say Marinette.

"I almost gave up on the thought entirely. The 'you' I saw in school was too different than the 'you' I knew as my partner and you didn't want me to know either so I gave up.

"But the few interactions I had with you as Chat especially when we were 16 made you look so much like her that I started to question it. The Weredad incident is when I really began looking into it..." His voice was soft as he explained like he was trying to keep her calm so that she wouldn't attempt to run away.

Some time while he was speaking he got up and began closing the gap between them at an extremely slow rate. He went on to explain all the things he noticed, the little things he picked up on while studying her. It was enough to convince anyone to at least consider the possibility. In other words, she was sloppy and was incredibly lucky that no one tried to put two and two together

"However it wasn't enough to prove anything. That could just be how you acted around Chat. I'd have to get close to you as Adrien. It was happening slowly, almost too slowly."

Then 3 months later, that prodigious weekend happened when her drawings flew out of her window and Chat had retrieved them for her. He had stayed over for an hour and they had talked. Marinette remembered making an off-hand remark about wanting to be friends with Adrien but didn't know how not to get flustered around him. He explained that after he left, he spent the rest of the weekend researching what to do to make her comfortable around him. That's how he came up with kissing. So that faithful Monday, he began their friendship with a kiss and a promise.

"That's not enough to figure out anything. How did you figure it out? Or did you just guess and hoped for the best?" She asked with a hint of exasperation in her voice. The backstory was helpful, she wouldn't dispute that, but she knew Adrien and there had to be some defining moment.

"My Name's Day." He said simply with a boop on her nose that made her fall back on to his bed.

Somehow he had gotten her to change the directions of his steps from his door to his bed.

"That can't be true. I took my name off of it." She responded with a slight warble in her voice.

She fixed the future by doing that. She had to take off her name and Adrien didn't freak out by knowing who she was. Yet here she was dealing with an Akuma that shouldn't exist because they were locked in the house with no way in or out.

He lowered himself down to his knees in front of her then rested his head on her lap, his claws tracing words on her thigh. Each imperceptible, distracting word hitched her skirt higher.

"You did; I recognised your work." He looked up at her with an innocent look.

She felt her heart thunder in her chest, but she fought it valiantly.

"You don't love me." She said at last.

The words taste like ash upon her tongue. She struggled to swallow it, so instead, she spat it out like the vile thing it was. The truth was never known to be sweet.

Chat Blanc looked at her horrified. Slowly, but with increasing speed he shook his head. She heard his mutterings of the negative, yet it washed over her. He loved the Ladybug in her. He loved the smallest part of what made Marinette, Marinette. He became her friend because he expected her to be his Lady. He was heartbroken that Ladybug rejected him again, not that Marinette did.

She just wanted to scurry away from her cat tormenter. If she could get to the miracle box in time she could put on the mouse Miraculous, multiply about a dozen or so times, pin him down, find the other half of her miraculous and the rest will be history. She would return home and stay there for the remainder of her "internship"; all the while avoiding Adrien in all his forms until her heart properly healed.

She moved to get up, but Chat flung his arms around her waist and hugged her to him with an unyielding grip. The action pulled her to the edge of the bed, and her legs automatically parted to accommodate his form.

"This has little to do with you being Ladybug, Princess," he said with a vehemence that made Marinette question whether she voiced her thoughts or he had just picked up on her thoughts.

"Oh, it doesn't?" She sneered.

"Yes, it doesn't. By the time I made the connection between you and Ladybug, I had already given up on Ladybug. I realized that I only had a crush on her, that I didn't know her and never would. Not behind the mask anyway, she was too professional to let that happen. Do you know who made me question it? You did. When you told me that you loved me. I felt so warm inside to know that somebody loved this stray cat; not the handsome model. And when I said I loved Ladybug, I felt like I was simply just saying the words. Then I got to know you, Princess, and I realized that Ladybug would be lucky if she was even half of what you were. Then I found out you were her and I was just happy that we were friends.

"I don't know when it happened, but sometime after that first year, I fell in love with you Marinette and every little smile, kiss, hug, macaroon, late nights spent with you had me falling deeper for my Princess, who loved playing video games, baking, is amazing at aerial silks although she trips when she walks on solid ground and dreams of being a fashion designer.

"If I wanted Ladybug, wouldn't I be calling you M'lady instead of Princess?" His explanation came out slightly muffled due to how his face was pressed into the skin of her stomach. Each syllable that passed through his lips caressed her skin with a reverent touch while his tears worked its way through her top.

She blinked owlishly at the prostrate man wrapped around her. Marinette wasn't sure if she could doubt him. His words made her heart swell until it felt like it was going burst.

"But on the phone with your father... you said everything was going to plan," she questioned.

"The only plan was the date. I called my father last night so we could use the park, remember? The only thing I didn't tell you was that I was asking for approval to date you. When you walked on it earlier, my father was warning me to not mess it up, because he wanted you for a daughter-in-law." The white ears on his head drooped in embarrassment and she could barely make out the flush on his ears.

"Chat..."She began, knowing what she had to say.

"Princess, I know you don't love me yet, that you're only physically attracted to me, but let me prove my love to you. We have this house to ourselves for the next week and I promise I can get you to fall for me again and I'll give you back your earing." He pleaded.

The look in his eyes could only be compared to a man at his wits end. A man who thought he was not loved by her. The confession itched at her throat but she held it in.

"Won't you let me be your sex kitten?"

"Okay Chat, but-" she tried again but was distracted by how he kneaded her thighs, sending her skirt higher the father it travelled. His lips teased the skin of her stomach with featherlike kisses that sent tingles to her core.

"Chat, stop!"

She had to stop this before it got too out of hand.

He immediately froze and his eyes flew to hers with a wild scared look in his eyes, "Princess...?"

His eyes darted back and forth, as though he was watching Serena play, and his chest rapidly expanded and compressed. He was panicking.

She did the only thing she could. She grabbed on to his face and kissed him soft and lovingly.

It felt like the culmination to a big moment. From the day they started off this odd friendship 4 years ago to right now, every decision made was leading to this. He tasted like her forbidden tea mixed with honey and macaroons.

"Silly kitty. Don't you know I already love you? I thought you would never love me."

He began to sputter, then the strangest thing happened. The akuma cleaved itself from his bell all pure and white and fluttered off into a nearby vent. Immediately his transformation dropped and before her kneeled Adrien and a floating Plagg. The latter threw both of them the stink eye before flying off.

Adrien's green eyes stared up at her in wonder, "You love me, Princess?"

"Of course I do kitty. Why else would I have reacted so badly?"

She pressed her lips to his once more.

"Four years ago you promised you would kiss me until I remembered to relax around you. Now I'll do the same. But as your girlfriend now." She giggled out.

He took her hands in his and pressed two kisses into her knuckles, before rising up to kiss her in the placed she loved.

"This may be slightly inappropriate, but can this cat still get your cream?" a sly smirk rounded his lips.

Did he just-. She pinked at his question.

"... You may..."

So. We have reached the end. I do hope you are satisfied. I enjoyed writing this for you and i hope you enjoyed reading.

Fret not. There is another fic in the making. The catch, it will be rated E but not for everyone (still debating if I would post it here because explicitness isn't technically allowed here) and its a marichat story. It's called Expérimentation and it might start around December or January. So, if you liked this, look out for that