"Good Evening, Princess."
Marinette muffled a startled shriek as she spun around to face the leather-clad superhero who was balancing on the balcony railing.
Her eyes darted quickly to her purse laying on the nearby table, reassuring her that Tikki was hidden from any prying eyes.
"Chat!" she exclaimed. "Hi! What brings you here?"
He shrugged. "I was in the area," he declared. "It was a nice evening and I felt like enjoying the sunset and fresh air a bit." He shifted on the metal bannister and tilted his head to look at her. "I could have sworn I heard you talking to someone and you sounded agitated, so I decided to swing by and make sure you were fine."
Marinette sucked in a breath, which unfortunately, resulted in a rather spectacular choking fit. Alarmed, Chat bounded over to her, and tapped her gently on the back until the coughing subsided.
"Are you okay?" he questioned worriedly.
Marinette waved his concerns away. How was she going to explain that she was ranting to Tikki about how yet again she'd made a complete fool of herself in front of Adrien Agreste?
Even at 21, she found it difficult to string together a coherent sentence around him. It was as Chloe would say, "Ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous."
Chat tsked at her and took a couple of steps back. Unfortunately, he was unfamiliar with her new apartment's balcony and therefore, ended up tripping on one of her lounge chairs. With a startled yelp, he flailed backwards, landing in a sprawl on the long seat.
Once again, Marinette nearly succumbed to a choking fit as she viewed her partner. Were his thighs always so muscular? And his shoulders so broad? And the bulge in his suit so….?
Quickly, she snapped her gaze away but not before Chat caught her in the act.
"See something you like?" he purred devilishly.
The raven haired girl swallowed and shook her head mutely, while her eyes told a completely different story. It was that look, that hungry stare, that had the tall blond superhero gracefully rising from the lounge to stalk the blue eyed beauty. As he got within a few inches of her, one claw-tipped hand shot out, clasping her chin and tilting her face up to meet his.
Later, Marinette would argue that she didn't know what possessed her, but in the moment, she didn't think. Her delicate hands drew up to frame his face and she pulled his mouth down to hers.
She could almost taste the shock in him as he stilled. Desperately, she slanted her lips over his and then nipped at his lower lip, demanding entrance. She felt him tense up as if he was going to pull away and disappointment swelled within her.
Then, with a muffled groan, he gave in.
Kissing her partner was like a wildfire. Her entire body felt ablaze and Marinette moaned long and low as his divine mouth dropped to her throat.
He pushed her up against the balcony wall as he nipped his way down to her collarbone and slid his claws under her thighs to hoist her upwards.
Marinette wrapped her legs around his lean waist, thanking the stars for the fact that she wore a short loose dress, as her core connected with the hard bulge in his leather costume.
Chat's breath came in harsh pants as he ground himself against her centre rhythmically, his thrusts hitting her in just the right spot.
She let out a low cry as he lowered his mouth and suckled at her nipple through the thin cotton fabric of her dress. Impatiently, he used his claws to slice through the thin straps that held the garment up and his green eyes blazed as her breasts were bared to his hungry view. Once more his mouth lowered and Marinette let out a high pitched cry as his tongue encircled her nipple once more.
He could feel the heat radiating from her core as he ground into her and he settled his rhythm into a series of deep, unrelenting thrusts. Sensing that the girl in his arms was building up, but still not ready to fall over the edge, he snarled silently and reached down between her legs, shredding her thin panties and leaving her open and glistening for him.
Uncaring of his costume, he once more urged her to tighter her legs around him and picked up the pace, the every hardening bulge in his suit brushing again her clit with every rock.
Soon Marinette's legs tightened almost painfully around him and she came with a scream, the word "Chaton!" hanging in the night air.
Chat immediately went still and he looked down at the beauty in his arms. "Milady?" he whispered.
Marinette cursed silently and reluctantly nodded. She was unprepared for the look of sheer joy that overtook his features.
"This explains so much," he breathed, lowering her to her feet.
"Huh?" she asked, confused as she pulled the remains of her dress back up to cover herself.
"In both my civilian self and superhero persona, I've been drawn and attracted to you," he explained. "It drove me crazy, because how could I claim to love Ladybug but still fascinated by a gorgeous fashion designer?" He chuckled. "This is unbelievable."
"I know your civilian self?" Marinette questioned, bemused.
"We're actually friends," he replied, smirking.
Marinette blinked and then scrutinized her partner with new eyes. Unusually tall, lean yet muscular, pale golden hair, green ey-
"Adrien????" she yelped.
"Claws in," was the reply. In a flash of green, Adrien Agreste stood in front of her, smiling sheepishly. His kwami, Plagg, waved at her before zipping into her purse, presumably to meet Tikki.
"Surprise?" he chuckled.
Marinette's knees buckled and his cat-like reflexes kicked in to catch her. Scooping her up, he made his way inside to her bedroom and sat on the bed, while cradling his precious bundle.
She stared at him for so long that he began to fidget.
"Marinette, are you okay?" he asked.
She lowered her head and soon her shoulders began to shake.
Adrien deflated. 'She hates the idea of Adrien Agreste being Chat Noir so much that she's crying!' he thought.
Just then, Marinette snorted and then her laughter pealed free. And how she laughed and laughed. With tears streaming down her face, she looked up and wound her arms around his neck.
"Remember when as Ladybug, I told you I was in love with someone else?" she snickered.
"Yessss," Adrien cautiously responded.
"The person was Adrien Agreste," she smiled. "And then I found myself being unreasonably attracted to my partner." She rolled her eyes. "It's always been you."
She stretched up to brush a soft kiss on his lips. "I love you – both of you," she whispered. Twisting in his arms, she straddled the shocked blond and in a smooth movement, slipped her hands under his t-shirt, urging him out of the garment. He easily submitted, fire flaring in his bright green eyes.
Running her fingers along his muscled chest, she followed the action with her lips, causing Adrien to moan softly as she nipped at his skin.
With a little bit of pressure, they both fell backwards on the bed where Adrien quickly pushed her ruined dress past her hips, and she hastily kicked the garment to the ground.
He rolled over so that he was hovering over her and his eyes gleamed as he viewed her tight, toned body spread out before him.
"You're like a feast to a starving man," he murmured. His eyes fell to her centre and slowly he licked his lips. "And we all know how much cats love cream."
With that he lowered his mouth to her core and proceeded to make her fall over the edge over and over.
And Marinette returned the favour twofold.
By the time morning dawned, two exhausted superheroes, slept together, naked in bed, their civilian forms completely and utterly sated and entwined around each other.
The group of kwamis observed the couple fondly.
"Finally!" Tikki breathed.
The others nodded in agreement and as one, they all flew out into the living room to give the two superheroes their privacy.
The sunlight hitting Marinette's face woke her up first. She stirred slightly, then stilled at the feel of a heavy arm slung over her waist. Looking down, she traced the muscular forearm with a sprinkling of golden hair with her eyes, then shifted her gaze to the right to see the peaceful face of Paris most loved male supermodel and superhero as he slumbered next to her.
Her lips curved in a sated smile as she recalled everything they had done the night before and into the early hours of the morning.
Adrien mumbled something in his sleep and as she caught her name, she leaned in closer to hear what her Kitty was saying.
"Gonna marry Marinette…," he rambled.
She suppressed a grin and eased her way out of his hold. Smirking at the tangle of clothes on the floor, she made her way to the en-suite bathroom and brushed her teeth before making her way into the shower.
The warm water beat down on her, soothing her sore muscles after a very long night, and she closed her eyes smiling contentedly as memories flitted through her.
"You look like the cat that got the canary," Adrien remarked as he opened the shower enclosure and stepped in to join her.
"Or the ladybug that caught the kitty," she retorted, tip toeing up to press a quick kiss on his lips.
"Mmmmmmm," was his response. A strong arm wrapped around her waist and once more she was lifted in the air to straddle his lean hips. "I have a theory though," he smirked, green eyes flashing.
"What's that?" she asked, cocking an eyebrow.
He leaned in and whispered something that had a deep blush forming on her cheeks.
"Oh yes," she breathed. "I definitely think ladybugs can handle that. But," she teased. "I'm not sure about a black cat."
Adrien chuckled and proceeded to demonstrate for the remainder of the day exactly how much that particular black cat could take and give.
And if Ladybug seemed a bit shaky on her feet when the duo tackled an akuma later that evening, everyone chalked it up to the fact that it was a difficult fight and not because of the way her partner's ass looked in tight, black leather and the promise he made to leave the costume on when they got to bed that night.
THE END