A/N: Bonus chapter! Double update in one day! Thank my proofreader Captain_Meowvel for this fortuitous event because she asked me yesterday why I hadn't posted a second chapter in the week even though (a) I said I would and (b) I literally have the chapter already written.

The girl in front of him had circled back to one of her favourite conversation topics. This ridiculous boy that she was in love with who had the audacity not to love her back. Honestly, if he ever met the guy, he would knock some literal sense into him.

He decided to wax poetic about Ladybug, which used to be one of his favourite conversation topics. But that was changing with each damning visit to her balcony every other night.

Aloud, he asked, "What's with you and me and being unlucky in love?"

Her feet dangled in the air from the stool she was perched on top of as she contradicted him, "I'm not unlucky in love. He's unluckily not in love with me yet."

Adrien barked out a laugh. "Who is he again?"

His familiar question brought on a familiar response. "Certainly not you, silly kitty." She leaned over to flick his bell and smiled with satisfaction as the little ornament wobbled from side to side.

As Marinette readjusted her position within her blanket cape, which did very little as usual to hide her bare skin, he smirked to himself. Marinette was the only person besides Ladybug who thought flicking his bell was an appropriate response to his teasing. Well, Marinette had already done the bell flick. Time for Stage Two of teasing.

He invited himself into her personal space, his mouth stretching out into a wide grin and his eyebrows waggling with his words.

"Are you lying?"

She went an adorable shade of red.

"Never."

Her words said she wasn't in love with him, but her body betrayed her. Her heartbeat picked up a staccato rhythm that thrummed in his cat ears. He caught how shallow her breaths were as he pressed his hands into the table on either side of her and leaned towards her.

He was an inch from her face when he stopped.

"I think you are."

He edged even closer, and her sharp intake of breath echoed in his ears.

"Mari—" His eyes darted to her lips. "—nette."

His eyes fluttered to a close, and he waited, with bated breath for her to close the gap between them.

She did not disappoint.

The first brush of her lips against his was just as soft as he imagined it would be. And when it was over, much too soon, he could sense her shyness.

Adrien's kissing experience had an unfortunate pattern of amnesia on his end. But sometimes instinct was all you needed.

So he reached out to cup her face, and brought her lips to his once more. Against his mouth, he felt her gasp and he couldn't help but smile into the kiss as he savoured how she tasted; as she took the opportunity to reciprocate with a sweetness he should have expected from his generous classmate.

The people that say that kisses taste like sugar are dead wrong.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng tasted even better.

He couldn't get enough of her. He tilted his head to stop their noses colliding - his lips not moving from hers, not for a second. The need to be closer to her was drowning out his every thought.

With his eyes closed, he was utterly overwhelmed by her.

Leaving only to take increasingly ragged breaths, his mouth came back to hers again and again, hungry for more. And when his lips caught her own and she let out a breathy moan, a noise he had never ever heard her make before and to know that she made it for him... well - it ignited something in his ... core.

"Wait—" He tore himself away regretfully. Breathing a lot more heavily than he would have expected for a relatively stationary activity, he found himself staring into her own darkened pupils. Her lips swollen after his recent attentions.

"What is it?" she whispered at him.

He wet his tongue before replying and her eyes followed its journey across his mouth like it held the answers to the universe itself. She bit into her bottom lip (Did she know she was doing that? How much it made him want to do that? Would it be okay if he did that to her?) as she waited for his response.

"You're lethal," he accused her. How would he be able to sit in front of her all day tomorrow, and know how those sinful lips tasted? Knowing and not acting?

"Says you," she quipped back. "Muscles barely bound by your skin tight leather suit. Your body is a weapon of mass destruction."

He did not miss her gaze lowering and her sudden intake of her breath.

A bright red sheen covered her face.

This only made him laugh. When she was embarrassed, it was utterly adorable. He sank onto the striped lounge chair and pulled her carefully onto his lap.

"Weapons of mass destruction are best dealt with sitting down, don't you think?"

Mutely she nodded.

Her knees pressed together as she turned to face him. And just like their very first kiss, as he tilted his head up to meet her elevated height on his lap, she moved the rest of the way - capturing his lips with her own.

When he tucked her into bed much, much later that night, she cried out with dismay after he left his customary kiss on her forehead.

"Is that it?" A whine escaped her.

Laughing, he leaned forward again to press a kiss on her pouting lips.

She pulled him closer. And he was almost on top of her, on her bed, supporting his weight with his elbows. Trying to be careful not to press anything down on her. Her hands tangled in his hair, causing him to shudder when her fingers found his cat ears. Pulling back to control himself, he watched her gleaming eyes as she filed away the newfound knowledge of his sensitivity in some devious part of her brain.

He had to leave.

This girl would be the end of him.

A/N: Can you feeeeeel the love tonight?