Prompt 3 — 2. Complicated
Hoo, boy, thiswas wrong. It was wrong in so many ways that she couldn't even begin to list them off. Well, that, and the fact that a pair of tantalizing lips, and a rather talented tongue had found a rather ticklish spot on her neck.
She felt her toes curl and warmth spread throughout her body. Her body! She hummed and pulsed — electric and alive. She wanted to feel like that forever, forever and always.
But she couldn't hold herself up, weak as her knees were (which was a strange sensation). She was more than happy to allow Chat Noir to hold her against the wall while he continued his ministrations.
She worried her lip as she held back a moan. It came out as a pleased whimper instead. She begged whatever high power gave her the Ladybug luck that her parents didn't hear her.
Even with the scrape of teeth on the ticklish spot that was dulling her senses, she strained her ears to hear what was going on downstairs. It seemed that she was more than fortunate, as her parents continued watching a dubbed comedy. (She recognized the voices, but she didn't try to place the show.)
She clung tighter to her partner, her friend, her… whatever he was now. Was it wrong that she wanted to wind her legs around his waist so he could have better leverage? Yes? Oh…
Oh! They should stop, they should really stop. He didn't know who she was — Ladybug, his companion and the woman he'd sworn to love. Though, right now, she was just Marinette — the girl he had sworn to protect on many occasions.
She wished she could tell him. Well, she could, but then wouldn't things get… complicated?
He would try to woo her in costume or do something like he was now. And then they'd get caught — well, he would — sneaking into her room by some concerned citizen. And where would they be then?
People would think Chat Noir was two-timing Ladybug with her. No, no. She had to keep this secret. For them, for Paris, for —
"Ah," she said, a little louder than she'd like to admit. She felt him smile into her skin. He placed one last kiss to the spot and worked his way back up to her lips. He detoured to kiss her ears, her eyes, her nose, her cheeks… Anywhere there was bare skin on her face.
"I should go," he said, his voice sounding deeper than usual. Or was that just her hearing? She couldn't tell. The blood was still pulsing erratically in her veins.
"Yeah," she said, nodding. "Yeah. Yeah."
He didn't move, however. His warm body was still pressed flush against her, keeping her between him and the wall. A good thing too, her legs felt like they were going to give out at any moment.
She breathed him in — sweat and leather and an oddly familiar cologne she couldn't place. She didn't want him to go, but… but he had to. Her parents would check in on her soon, make sure she was asleep.
His breath tickled the little hairs on her head and he held her closer. He lowered his lips, just a bit, to kiss the skin of her forehead.
"Until tomorrow, Princess," he said.