Sorry. I suck at updating...

So this is slightly NSFW but it's mostly alluded to instead of anything actually happening. It might seem like I've just written it for the sake of it, but it's actually a huge part of plot going forward so please don't get annoyed that I made them seem pretty horny here.

Patrol

Chat Noir dropped down onto the rooftop silently - even his steel toed boots making no noise as they came into contact with the flat beam connecting the two sloped surfaces of the roof. In front, towards the far edge of the roof -back turned towards him- was Ladybug, pigtails caught in the light breeze blowing towards him and trails of hair gracefully flapping along with the ribbons holding them up.

The sky was dark but Paris was the City of Lights after all, and by the illuminations along the Seine he could make out the subtle movement of her head as it turned -proving that despite his silence, she knew he was there.

"You know," he started, sauntering towards her with a wicked grin adorning his face, "bugs that stay out in the open tend not to do so well when a cat spots them."

"Maybe I wanted you to see me," she said back, her face turning to watch him from over her shoulder, a playful glint in her eyes and her smile.

It was the first patrol they had been due to complete since everything had finally been out in the open between them and Chat had been getting slowly more and more excited about it all day. Back when he had first discovered Marinette's identity he had immediately thought of playful, flirty patrol routes, littered with newly discovered make-out spots and the odd scandalised civilian as they were seen together. But it had quickly become apparent that it had been too risky. Not because they were frightened Hawkmoth would find out - after all, he would have already known they were close from interviews and on the job banter, and if he had wanted to try and use their relationship against them he would have already done so.

No, it had been too risky because if anyone had seen them, it would definitely make it back to the Ladyblog and Alya would have immediately assumed Chat was cheating on Marinette. Her possible reaction was a multi-faceted thing -she might have gone directly to Marinette and freaked out, she could have waited at her house until he showed up to chew him out herself, or she might have tried publicly shaming him. All of the many, many scenarios Marinette had managed to come up with had been less than ideal and some outright dangerous to them.

But, with Alya in the know that Ladybug and Chat were together now…

"And why would a tiny, cute little bug want a big scary cat to see them?" he asked, finally reaching her and sliding an arm around her waist to tug her back against his body.

"Maybe I want to play a little," she said, turning in his grip to face him, palms pressed against his chest as she reached up to whisper into his ear, "before he eats me up."

Chat sighed. "You're too good at this," he said before leaning down to capture her lips in a kiss.

"I have no idea what you mean," she said when they finally pulled apart, "I'm just being the same old me as always."

"Liar," he said with a smirk, "You know, I have a girlfriend who hates liars."

It was Ladybug's turn to smirk now. So, he wanted to play it like this, did he? "Something us girls have in common then," she told him, "I think there's a lot your other girlfriend and I would agree on, actually."

"Oh really?" he said, his lips peeling back to reveal a dangerous looking grin as he considered her, "Then I think you two should absolutely meet up some time."

She raised an eyebrow playfully and circled around him, the breeze now pulling her hair out of her face where it fanned behind her in an otherworldly dark halo. "No thanks, Kitty. I'm not as into girls as you are. Although I might want to revisit the two boyfriend's thing again someday. That was an interesting afternoon."

She bit back a laugh as Chat appeared to choke on his own saliva at her comment before looking down at her wide-eyed. "Ladybug!" he sputtered, "Absolutely nothing happened, and you know it!"

"I know," she said, backing away carefully until she was leaning against a chimney stack which formed an enclosure from the brisk night air and gave her a reprieve from her uncontrollable wind-rushed hair, "That wasn't because I didn't try hard enough to make something happen though."

She giggled openly this time at his unamused look and especially at his snort of derision. As much as she loved to tease him, being reminded of her tasteless and lusty behaviour when he'd been split into two Chats by an akuma was clearly souring his mood, and she didn't want that. She gestured to him to join her over by the brickwork and wasted no time once he was within reach, slipping her arms around his neck and pulling him close again.

"I'm a horny teenager," she said against the shell of his ear and was thrilled to feel the shudder that ran through his body as she repeated her same sentiment from at the time, "I can't help if having two hot boyfriends makes my mind wander sometimes."

Leaning forward, he gently nipped at her neck as she gasped little breathy sighs against his hair until he gave in to his desires and captured her lips with his own again. They moved against each other for a while - just lips at first until their kisses grew more and more heated until eventually Chat had Ladybug pinned against the wall, both bodies moving and panting lewdly against the other.

Chat groaned a little before pulling back, Ladybug trying to follow and whining slightly when he gripped her by the hips to hold her away from him. "As a horny teenager myself," Chat began with a hiss, "I can't believe I'm gonna say this, but we have to stop. You know there's someone who will kill me if I make a mess of this suit and he's hardly easy to live with as it is."

"Chaaaat…" she whined, reaching down to try to cup him through the suit, "that's not fair."

He grabbed her hand before it reached him, lifting it up by the wrist until it was level with his face and placing a tender kiss against it. "Bug," he said, "I said no."

"Oh," she said, eyes widening as it occurred to her that she had almost disregarded his choice in the matter and overstepped, all because she wanted more. "OhmondieuI'msosorry," she said, the words becoming one long noise rather than actual language, "I wasn't thinking. Please don't hate me." She buried her face in her hands as her body shuddered from a combination of arousal and humiliation.

Chat rolled his eyes a little at her dramatics, starting to giggle loud enough to have her peek at him through her fingers. She frowned as they dropped aware revealing her face to him again and his laughter tapered off to a grin as her expression belayed her confusion. "Isn't the stereotype that it's the guy who usually pressures the girl about this stuff?" he smirked.

Her jaw dropped open in horror at his words and he couldn't help but consider how much he'd like to taste the inside of that mouth again. Her voice was high pitched when she spoke, and he fought back the wince when his enhanced hearing registered the sound as unpleasant. "I wasn't trying to pressure you, I-" the armour coated finger pressed against her lips halted her words and he leaned in, his smile turning dangerous as his face loomed above hers. She gulped despite her desperate attempts to remain composed.

"I know," he said, "and had we been at yours or mine I absolutely would not have pushed that no, My Lady. It would've been half-hearted at best. This cat still wants to play." Her lip trembled beneath his finger as she moaned softly. He loved this. Usually Marinette was nothing but confidence when they were intimate in any way -at least, she had been since their first couple of attempts at fooling around together- but suddenly she had turned to putty against the wall behind her. He revelled in the way her breaths came short and shallow against his hand and at how she was clearly warring with herself to avoid pressing her curves against his body again. He continued to smirk wickedly and tried to tone down his thoughts lest patrol get uncomfortable for him in his tight suit. He dropped his hand from her face to cradle her hip.

"I could s-stay over," she said, her cadence suddenly much less measured and more unsure than before. His thoughts screeched to a halt. A sleepover. Another sleepover at his, when the previous one this weekend was still so fresh in his mind. So much for controlling his thoughts.

Mentally, he shook himself, pleading with his lower body not to react when he was outdoors and in the position of a role-model for over half of Paris. You're a responsible superhero first, he told himself, horny as hell second. "What about patrol?"

"Let's skip it this once. We'll go to yours instead. I just need to, um, text maman. You know, so she knows where I am?"

"You'd-" -he cleared his throat in an attempt to hide the way his voice cracked- "-you'd need to get up early to leave before you're caught. Can you manage that? With the way you…struggle to wake up?" He smirked. Of all his girlfriend's talents and abilities, being an early riser was not among them.

Her nose scrunched up adorably at the thought of an early wake-up call and he melted a little at the cute Marinette-esque gesture from behind Ladybug's mask. "Then stay at mine?" she suggested, her volume dropping as she looked up at him.

He swallowed, his throat dry as sandpaper. Her eyes were so, so big, boring in to his own from beneath her lashes. Twin pools of deep blue that he found himself drowning in. He wanted to give in, to surrender to her suggestion. He really did. But they'd probably stay up late again, and they had school tomorrow. But Dieu he wanted to spend another night with this gorgeous specimen of a girl. "I don't know…" he said, not sounding even slightly believable, even to his own ears.

"Oh." Apprehensively, she glanced between his face and some point in the distance for a few moments, her face becoming warmer and more flushed as she had some kind of internal debate with herself. Eventually, she leaned her body into him again, arms winding around his waist while she hid her face in his chest, the very picture of a bashful, pleading mess. "I really want you to come over," she whispered, nuzzling his pectoral muscles.

He smiled tensely into her hair even as he was puzzled by her suddenly shy attitude. It was so strange to see his normally fierce girlfriend this self-conscious around him. She seemed to really want him over for some reason and if he was being honest with himself, he wanted to go too. "Okay," he finally relented, feeling her tremble against him slightly before squeezing his waist tighter in response, "But I really do need to leave early so I'm not missed before lycée."

"Great," she whispered softly as another tremor shook her body. Not at all normal for her. His smile dropped and transformed into a frown at the sensation.

He placed a concerned kiss to her head. "Why are you so nervous?" he asked, tone dripping with worry as he pulled back to look at her. Instantly her face was aflame, and she quickly grabbed at the loose hairs which had escaped her pigtails, aggressively tucking them behind her ears as she avoided his eyes.

He watched as she sidestepped him to move towards the edge of the roof with such speed he panicked she might have kept going even once she reached the edge and fallen in her haste. She halted in time however, turning to face him finally. "I'mnotnervous!" she garbled, "Come on, I turned the heating off before I left. Let's go before my room gets too cold!" And with that she leapt from the rooftop.

Head tilted in confusion at her retreating form, he quickly shook himself and began to follow her back to the bakery via the slightly elongated route she seemed to prefer the security of and remained completely puzzled by her behaviour throughout the journey.

It took only an hour or so after they arrived for Adrien to make the new-found connection that although Marinette always seemed confident when she was in a familiar setting, it quickly became apparent that she could get ridiculously apprehensive whenever she tried something new. Even something that she herself wanted and had been the one to initiate.

As a result, he was really looking forward to the next time she got this nervous around him again.