After the actuality of the situation dawned on Marinette, she freaked out realizing that it was totally out of character for her to act that way with him. In her dire freak out, she threw him out of her house insisting it was late and they'd see the next night.

Which had come a lot sooner than expected. She just hoped it wouldn't be too awkward.

"What if he hates me for kissing his cheek a second time? I mean the first time was understandable but the second time! I just don't know what came over me." She whined for what would've been the hundredth time.

"Well he didn't look like he didn't like it." Tikki sat on Marinette's shoulder, offering her best help to calm the bluenette. "But I didn't let him stay to say if he did either." She groaned into her palms.

"Relax, Marinette." The kwami giggled at her freak out, "It's okay, it's no big deal."

"You think?"

"Definitely." Finally letting out a sigh of relief, she went back to sewing. She'd cut out the panels of the dress earlier in the day so she decided to stitch them up while waiting for Catnoir.

When she thought about it, she actually realized she hadn't planned out what they'd do when he showed.

She sighed somewhat happy. As much as she didn't like to admit, she loved these moments with him. Being close to him without having to worry about responsibilities and superhero stuff felt great. Just two friends enjoying each other's companies. It felt good.

While she was lost in her thoughts and sewing, she didn't hear the little knock from the hatch on the other side. And the next thump was not loud enough to hear either.

"Princess, are you there? Can I come in?" It was when she heard his voice that she jolted in shock. In her surprise, she accidentally had her finger in the needle of the machine, the sharp pointed end dragging along her flesh. Blood dripped along her finger as she took it out.

She hissed in pain as she silently gestured the kwamis to go into hiding. She could only wonder what would happen if he'd casually slid into her room without knocking.

"Princess?" He knocked again.

"Just give me a second!" After making sure everything was in place, she climbed on the bed to let him in.

"Hey, I missed you." He cooed as he landed on all fours on her bed crawling closer to her. With her good hand, she bopped his nose and giggled, "It's nice to see you too."

The moment didn't last because her face twisted up after a second and she winced. His face dropped, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing. I just kinda pricked my finger while sewing."

He immediately reached for her hand and his eyes widened as he saw the fresh wound and the blood. That was definitely not nothing. "Pricked your finger? Marinette, this is serious." His face twisted up in worry as she examined the severity of the wound.

She sighed, "You startled me when you came and my finger just went into the needle." She didn't want him to worry so she tried to blow it off, "It's fine, I'll clean it up."

He looked back up at her and his face softened. He placed a hand to the side of her face, "I'm sorry, Princess." He whispered but she nodded in negation, subconsciously leaning in. "It's okay."

"I'll clean it up for you."

"No, don't-" Before she could contest, he was already climbing off the bed and down to get the bandages. She sighed, he was too stubborn for words to describe. "It's in the right drawer by the left." She pointed to the sink in the other corner of the room.

He got out a pack of bandages, cotton balls and a bottle of spirit. He quickly climbed back to her on the bed. Lifting her hand with all the softness like it was some fragile glass, he held it up to his view.

He poured a small amount of spirit into the cotton ball and dabbed lightly on the wound. She hissed and immediately withdrew her hand from his grip. She had a cute little pout on her face and he just couldn't resist the urge to smile. "That hurts you know."

"It's supposed to hurt." He chuckled, "C'mon, I promise I'll be gentle." He reached out and took her hand in his again. She flinched when he dabbed the wound again. Noticing the discomfort in her features and feeling the urge to soothe her, he softly caressed her wrists in his hold.

She relaxed but it was obvious she was still in pain.

"You know, if it still hurts that bad, you could just focus on something else that could take your mind off it." He smiled at her before lowering his gaze back to focus on cleaning the injury.

Her eyes scanned around, there wasn't anything that could even take her mind off it. Looking to her wall, they were a spread of Adrien's pictures, his perfect smile and poses for the camera. Somehow that wasn't even soothing.

So she let her eyes drift. They drifted till her gaze landed of Catnoir. For a moment, she just watched him as he tried to concentrate on dressing her wound. An extra second later, her face softened. She let her eyes trail to his hair and she felt an overwhelming desire to run her fingers through the locks. She could still remember how soft his hair was.

The thought of making him purr just by that made her whole expression melt. That would be just the cutest thing ever. Her annoying stray cat could just be a precious kitten sometimes and she liked that. A lot.

"Okay done!" He called out when he was finally done with the dressing. Marinette blinked in surprise and looked at her finger, the wound was perfectly wrapped and bandaged.

But that wasn't even it, while she was watching him, she didn't even feel the pain anymore. She couldn't even tell when he was done. Somehow she began to wonder just how he could distract her even.

But then her gaze shifted to the soft look on his face. She smiled, maybe he was a lot more distracting than she'd care to admit. "Did it hurt?" He rubbed his thumb across the dressing, yet another soothing gesture.

She nodded in negation, "Not a little bit."

Hearing that, Catnoir's worry dissipated and his tone was back to normal again. "We that's great. So you said you started working on your dress."

Feeling them settle back into their usual level of comfort, she relaxed even more. "Yeah..." She climbed off the bed, "I cut out the panels and now I started stitching them together. C'mon, I'll show you."

After some time, it was just Catnoir sitting on her other chair right next to her as Marinette continued sewing. It wasn't like he understood anything she was saying or whatever she was doing with the clothes pieces, he just loved being next to her.

So he just watched her every single action. Not in a creepy way tho.

Almost an hour later, they weren't talking anymore, it was just the sound of the sewing machine echoing within the walls. Then she suddenly stopped. "What's wrong?" He asked noticing her sudden pause.

"This is stupid." She made a small scowl.

"What is?"

She sighed and pushed the pieces aside, "I totally made tonight about me. When it was meant to be about you, I'm really sorry." She rested her elbows on the desk and the buried her face in her palms.

He placed his hand on her shoulder so she looked up to see the smile on his face, "It's okay. As long as I'm with you, I think it's fine."

Despite him trying to convince her it was okay,she nodded in negation continuously. "No, Catnoir, you always say you're okay with something when you're not." She sat up turning to him.

She removed his hand on her shoulder and held on to it, her fingers softly caressing his, "How about you tell me what you want? I know it's late but I guess I try to get it for you."

He nodded in negation, "No, it's okay, trust me."

He immediately noticed the way her face fell at his words so he quickly added, "But maybe we could take a walk outside, I mean, if it's not too cold." His tone dropping spontaneously as he spoke.

"I'd love that." Holding his hand, she pulled him up with her, "I'll go change into something warmer, wait here, Kay?" He nodded as she took out some warmer clothes and went into the bathroom.

He went back to letting his thoughts wander as he waited for her. Suddenly, his thoughts shifted to the one thing he hadn't thought about in days. Ladybug. He'd not seen her in a long while. And for the first time, it actually didn't feel so torturing.

He knew it was because of Marinette. He'd almost forget what it felt like to be cared for and not just care for someone one sided. She always cared for him and he liked it. Scratch that, he loved it.

His thoughts were cut short when he felt a pair of arms over his eyes. He chuckled, obviously it was her, there was no one else there besides them.

"I bet you can't tell who I am." She joked playfully.

"Mmm... maybe Shadow moth?" He played along and they both laughed. She removed her hands from his eyes and walked to his front. "Well you got me." She giggled

"Wow, you look pretty." He immediately gushed and pink crept to her cheeks. She looked away to hide it. "I'm in a regular winter jacket and scarf, what's to it?" She brushed it off waving her hand.

"Well you look pretty everyday." He winked at her and she groaned and turned away from him but not before he caught sight of the pink dusting her cheeks. Somehow there was a certain pride to the fact that he put it there.

She reached into one of her drawers and pulled out a green colored scarf. She looked at it for a while, threatening her mind to rethink but she didn't so she walked back to him.

"Here." She handed him the scarf, "I made this for someone, but I think you should have it. You need it more."

His face softened at her words. "I actually made it for my friend, Adrien but I seriously doubt I'd get the chance to give it to him, so here."

The fact that she was thoughtful enough to make a gift for his civilian form just made him feel even warmer than he already felt.

And then something shifted in him. He stepped forward, awfully close to her taking away her breath by surprise. He placed his hand to the side of her face, "One of these days, princess, you're going to make me melt into a puddle."

She giggled trying to ignore how warm the leather on his hand felt against her skin, "You deserve it, kitty. You deserve all the care in the world."

He nodded in negation, "How do you have so much to give? You're incredible, Princess. Completely amazing." She blushed but this time, she didn't try to hide her face. She continued to look at him, thoroughly enjoying the view of the green piercing eyes she was staring into. "Thank you.." She whispered.

A comfortable silence later, they parted and he took the scarf and wore it. "It even suits you perfectly." She added, helping him to arrange it. "Now you're ready."

They both climbed out to the balcony. She first and he following suit. She shivered lightly at the sudden cool breeze but then she felt warm as he stood right at her back, her back pressed to his chest that she could feel his body heat. Tilting her head backwards, she smiled at him.

In a moment, Catnoir placed his hand on the underside of her knees and lifted her up. She giggled as the cold air slapped her cheeks and instinctively wrapped her hands around his neck.

He maneuvered his way to pull out his baton and then extends it, hurling them up in the air. Marinette held on tighter and buried her face in his neck. Jumping through the Parisian winds was much more scary without the Ladybug costume.

He finally landed by the bridge. The city was dark but the moon and artificial lights were bright enough to illuminate it. Making it even prettier. The good part of it all was there was no one else outside.

The grounds were already snowy and the waters under the bridge had completely iced up.

"It feels nice." She whispered as they walked through the place.

Somehow Catnoir did not hear whatever it was that she said as she moved her lips. As they walked, he just stared at her while she faced front. And somehow every thing else in the world faded.

He watched the way the lights reflected on her face and the way her eyes lit up and softened as they strolled. For some reason, the fact that she seemed to be enjoying the walk more than him made him feel awfully satisfied. She was practically glowing.

Then she stopped walking, making him stop too, his thoughts moving to a screeching halt.

"Are you okay?" She asked moving closer to him.

Starting to feel hot, he moved back, "Yeah, why'd you ask?" He rubbed the back of his neck, hoping she hadn't seen him staring.

"Well you've just been smiling into space. And you weren't answer-" She was cut off when she had an almost fall, slipping on the wet ground, uncovered by the snow. He immediately rushed to hold her.

The cold air along with their proximity made her blush. He looked down at her, his hands secured firmly on her waist. That blush on her cheeks had to be his new favorite thing.

"Maybe I should hold your hand." He smiled down and held one of her hands in his. "Yeah.." She smiled, slightly withdrawing from him.

They held hands and talked till they were on the other end of the Seine.

"You know we could actually skate here." He said as they stopped to stare at the frozen water. It was solid ice. "How's skating without ice-skates?" She gestured to the ice.

"I could use my power up?"

"Using your powers for personal use? Completely 'heroic' of you." She rolled her eyes sarcastically. He chuckled and then pouted in fake hurt, "Hey, you still love me."

She smiled, "You're my favorite hero." She stood on her toes to scratch behind his car ears and touch his hair of course. He gladly leaned down to her. She giggled at the slight purr.

"I don't have my skates, by the way." She said once she withdrew from him. A smile made way to his lips, "Well I have an idea."

She looked up at him but he only stretched out his hand to her, "Trust me."

Of course she trusted him, so without wasting a breath, she placed her hand in his. He walked her slowly till they were standing on the ice. Then he reached into his suit pocket with his free hand and took out a blue cheese.

He ate the cheese, and calling on his power up, in a flash, he was in his ice suits, the skates forming under his sole.

"Step out of your shoes and step on my foot." She seemed skeptical at first but after shoving away the second thoughts, she slowly stepped out of her shoes, leaving her in her warn socks and then she climbed on his legs with his help.

"You sure this is safe?" She asked beginning to wonder why she didn't talk herself our of it sooner.

"I haven't exactly done this with anyone before." She furrowed her brows, "What?"

"Relax, just trust me." He chuckled at the angry pout on her lips. How had he never taken the time to admire her lips. They were absolutely beautiful. "Just hold on tight to me, I won't let anything happen to you."

Feeling relieved, she nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck while his gripped her waist tightly. Her feet were horizontal on his so that the contour on her feet fit into the anterior of his.

He leaned down and buried his face in the crook of her neck and she leaned on his too. There was absolutely no space between their bodies and the exchange of body heat despite the cold made them both blush.

He slowly started moving and she held on even tighter to him. He slowly got into a pattern, skating in slow strides on the ice. Her fingers softly caressed his neck as she let herself sink into the new found comfort. She was relishing every second of it.

This had to be the best feeling.