CHAPTER 11: Champagne shower

[PROMPT: Un coup de foudre]

"M'Lady, do you believe in the 'coup de foudre'?"

"What? There's no thunderstorm. Wait. They actually predicted one? Again?!"

Chat Noir crossed his arms behind his head and chuckled. "I was referring to love at first sight, you know. Like in the fairy tales."

"I hate fairies," she mumbled whilst bringing the bottle of Champagne to her lips. Though, she made a face when she found that the bottle was empty.

"Truthfully, I prefer vampires, though I think Tinkerbell is nice. Actually, she reminds me of you; she has a rough temper and pouts quite a lot, but deep down, she has a big heart. She's also pretty cute."

Ladybug huffed at the comparison, folding her arms over her chest with a "you think I look cute when I get angry? Well, get ready cause I'm about to get gorgeous" look. If she just had the green dress, the wings, the blond hair and the pixie dust shimmering all around her, and the picture would be complete and quite accurate.

He waited for a snarky reply, or a yo-yo knocking the top of his head, but nothing came. Ladybug was lost in thought, gazing at the starry sky and… wait. Did she think that Tinkerbell was going to pass by, second star to the right and straight on 'til morning? Like; was she actually trying to spot the fairy?

She was so damn cute.

Eventually, she turned her head to him, and shit... He'd just been caught staring at her with a lovesick look stuck on his face.

She frowned and decided to ignore him. She simply put the empty bottle aside and moved closer to him, finally getting to talk again."I agree with you, vampires are great. If I had to choose a favorite, I'd pick Spike without hesitation. Though, Buffy the Vampire Slayer didn't end as well as a fairy tale after Spike died."

"Well, he died to save Sunnydale, and Buffy; he loved her. It was a courageous and meaningful sacrifice," Chat Noir stated before suddenly propping himself up on his elbows, looking her straight in the eyes with a flabbergasted gaze. "Wait. You wouldn't happen to have a thing for tall, handsome, leather-wearing blonds with a bloody hell of a sense of humor?" He tilted his head, waiting for a clarification; he was pretty sure he was onto something there.

"Mmh… maybe," she whispered, shrugging. "But preferably, I like them to take care of me if I'm thirsty." She took back the bottle, waving it under his face. "And I'm kind of thirsty."

"Thirsty or tipsy?"

"Both, but who cares? That was the whole point of this, right? To help me let go." She used the bottle to motion to their bodies, currently lying flat and relaxed atop of Montparnasse, far from any prying eyes. "Well, it worked. I feel relaxed and no longer angry at you."

"At me? I thought you were mad at Aimée!"

"Yes! But you let her flick your bell!"

"Oh my! It was all about that?!" he inquired, and she shrugged again. "I'm sorry, M'Lady. It won't ever happen again. Cat's honor. I'm all yours… Well, I mean—"

"I like this," she cut him off, "you, being all mine." She moved from her spot toward him, and then, to his surprise, she began crawling over him.

Chat Noir forgot how to breathe. He instantly felt very self conscious of the bell on his neck. The accessory, normally so comfortable, suddenly felt suffocating, as if it was choker. He had to resist the urge to pull it down, fighting to get his lungs to take a gulp of vital oxygen.

Ladybug smiled down at him, and oh boy, his heart… The hero wasn't sure he could take much more of this without damaging the damn organ.

She flicked his bell, her smile only widening. "Since you're all mine, can you fetch some more of this?" She showed him the bottle of Champagne and used her best kitten eyes, just like he'd taught her. Why the fuck did he teach her that expression in the first place? He was so screwed now.

It looked like the second bottle would be for tonight. Not the end of the filming, but maybe… just maybe for the day (night) she would accept him? Well, he didn't ask for so much, and he knew it wasn't likely to happen but still… She was quite comfortable and was opening up to him in a way she'd never done before.

"I'll be right back with another bottle, then maybe we can resume this conversation on my first question. Do you believe in the 'coup de foudre'?"

He never knew if Ladybug believed in the big, staggering 'coup de foudre', but he knew for a fact that she was actually drunk. Very, very drunk.

How did he know it? Oh well, first maybe the puns? Second, the fact she was sitting on his lap, currently wrapped around him the way he would wrap his bed sheet around his body on a cold winter night. And last but not least, she let out some very girlish giggles every, what… 30 seconds? And she snorted like a pig—a very cute one though.

"I'm bugry. You got it? Bug-hungry, bugry," Ladybug laughed with a snort and he winced.

The puns she made tonight were all so bad—this one most of all! She obviously couldn't have learned them from him, or she was a very bad student. And where was the second bottle? There was no way she drank even one more drop of Champagne.

He tried to reach out around Ladybug's body in a vain attempt to find the bottle, only to fail miserably.

"Why are you wriggling like that? Are you going to tell me that I put on some weight again?"

She turned around to meet his face so quickly that she bumped her forehead against his. Both of them lost their balance and fell backward onto the rooftop, Ladybug's body now completely lying on top of Chat Noir's.

"Ngh… No, Bug. I'm just trying to reach the bottle, which is impossible now."

"It's empty anyway." She shrugged and straightened up, one hand tracing down his torso as she sat back on his lap.

"Oh lord," he gulped and she giggled again, completely unaware of what she had just done and the effect it had on him.

"Don't worry, I'm a big girl. I can handle some Champagne."

Well, something else which was impossible to handle would soon become uncomfortably stiff if she didn't move away.

"Mh, maybe we both really need to eat something, you know?"

Talking to a woman's stomach always worked, right? It had to work.

Ladybug jumped to her feet, her eyes shimmering. "Mh, I wasn't lying when I said I was bugry." She put a hand over her tummy and as if it received the message, it started to growl. "Go ahead, Chaton. Surprise me."

He got up, freeing the breath he hadn't even realized he was holding prisoner so as not to move a single inch when Ladybug was on top of him.

"As my Lady wishes. I'm going to treat you like a Queen." He grabbed her hand, slowly bringing it to his lips to place a soft kiss on her knuckles.