NOTE: For my friend AgresteBug's birthday. Enjoy your present sweetie! Love you!
Based on this inspiring song: Camilla Cabello ft. Shawn Mendes - Señorita
Since AgresteBug is also my English Beta, there's no beta on this story (since it was a surprise gift). English isn't my native language but I handle pretty well.
Have a good reading,
When you call me my Lady
Twilight was slowly falling on Paris, succeeding at sunset and diffusing its rays in the sky in soft orange and pink hues. The air was dry and warm on this summer evening and Chat Noir was grateful that his suit was light and impenetrable, filtering easily the high temperatures of the season.
The feline leapt from roof to roof, a faint and pleasant summer breeze caressing his face.
He stopped atop a chimney and took a moment to let himself be rocked by the melodies rising around him. A music festival was indeed organized in the city that very weekend.
His hearing, made sensitive and sharpened thanks to his Miraculous, could easily distinguish the classical tunes coming from the Conservatoire de musique de Paris. The fiery jazz solo by a saxophone echoing on the left bank of the Seine. The distant electro-pop rhythms, somewhere in the direction of the Louvre. As well as rock n'roll notes from the Tour Montparnasse side.
But if there was one melody on which he had to and wanted to concentrate all his attention that evening, it was the one that resonated just near the Tour Eiffel: where Salsa and other Latino rhythms were playing. It was in Paris' 7th arrondissement's side that the feline had an appointment with his Lady to enjoy the festive atmosphere of the city.
This thought made his heart beat faster and more vigorously in his chest. Even though Ladybug insisted that it wasn't a date, he couldn't help but be happy that she was the one who initiated their meeting tonight. His partner wanted him to be there, by her side, and for a brief moment, just one evening, they could escape and forget the burden that weighed on their shoulders. It was a moment that they would share together, without worrying about the world around them, except for music that would rocked their ears.
A blissful smile stretched out his lips, as he again stretched out his staff to join their meeting point. It may not have been a date, but it was a rendez-vous. Whatever Ladybug says, whatever she thinks, no matter what her protests and annoyed little pouting face. It was a secret rendez-vous.
He happily smirked at this thought.
As he progressed, Latino music came to him more and more clearly, indicating that he would soon reach his destination.
He took a deep breath, intoxicating himself with the fruity and floral smell of the summer, until a rounder, sweeter and more familiar fragrance tickled his nose: Ladybug's.
Silently and softly, his boots touched the roof where his partner was already waiting for him, seated back to him, legs swinging slowly in the void.
She didn't seem to notice his presence, her gaze was turned towards the colorful light of the Tour Eiffel as the surrounding melodies smothered the sound of the feline's step.
He stepped toward Ladybug and his heart tightened in his ribcage when a brand new noise came to pierce his ears: sobs. His partner was crying and now that he was standing right behind her, he could see her body shaking.
"M'Lady," he whispered, in a weak voice.
He took his seat next to his partner, imitating her position, putting a supportive hand on her shoulder. He saw the young woman look away to hide her tears, remaining silent, and he quickly realized that it was useless to rush her.
"I'm here, if you want to talk about it, but you don't need to if you don't want to," he reassured her.
He pressed in a gentle and comforting way on her shoulder, then slowly removed his hand and adjusted his position next to her, his gaze turning to the spectacle below. He was surprised when he withdrew his hand from her arm that Ladybug took advantage of it, dropping her head on his shoulder, without saying a word.
Chat Noir could feel the spasms that still shook her body but which dissipated, little by little, over the minutes that passed.
Hesitant, he slowly extended his arm behind Ladybug's back, leaving no doubt about his intentions but giving her time to retreat back if she wished. Delicately, his forearm wrapped around her upper back. This brought the heroine a little closer to him, causing her to move her head in the hollow of the cat-boy's neck.
They stayed for long minutes like that. The music vibrating in the depths of their souls was the only sound that penetrated the silence which had settled between them.
Chat Noir was drunk in the sensations his partner made him feel at that very moment: the sweet perfume of her vanilla-fragranced shampoo, her breathing, now calm and slow, that caressed his neck, the warmth that emanated from her face and that he could feel against his jaw.
Suddenly, a weak voice took him out of his pleasant and delightful thoughts.
"Why do you love me?"
The question came from nowhere. She hadn't even moved a single millimeter and it made him gasp in surprise.
"Huh?" came his only answer. He wasn't even sure to have heard well. At this point he even wondered if he hadn't hallucinated because it was really sudden and unexpected.
"Why do you love me?" she repeated, now lifting her head from his shoulder and locking her mesmerizing bluebell eyes with his feline's one.
He blinked several times. He thought he'd always been ready for that, but obviously, he wasn't at all. His mouth opened and he sucked his breath in, closing his eyes to collect some consistency again.
He freed the breath he was holding prisoner and opened his eyes again, softly looking at her.
"Because you're strong—..."
"I'm not feeling very strong right now…" She muttered under her nose, not even letting him finish and sniffing loudly in a not very glamorous way.
"—And vulnerable," he eventually whispered. Comment by Ashley: Awww kitten you're so sweet!!!
His answers made her eyes widened.
He lifted a hand and cupped her face, slowly wiping the salty tears on her mask and skin with his thumb.
He was gently stroking her cheek and she looked at him with such intensity that he thought he was melting inside. She gave him the humming heartbeat and he quickly made him feel a little bit dizzy. He took a deep breath then managed to speak again. "I love you, because you're strong and also vulnerable. I loved you from the first day, because under this mask I saw an admirable, intelligent, brave, altruistic woman ready to do anything for others," he admitted. "But you also have your weaknesses, which make you a human being."
He stared through his partner's eyes, searching for any sign of discomfort and when he didn't find any, he let his heart speak. "Before I met you, I felt empty and incomplete," he whispered, briefly closing his eyes.
He felt his throat tightened and at that moment Ladybug put her hand on his, pressing it more firmly against her cheek. He felt encouraged by her gesture and therefore continued to open up to her.
"But when I become Chat Noir and can be with you, the pain goes away. I look at you and without even knowing it, you give me strength, hope, love and happiness," he confessed with a tender smile."Sometimes I just want to let go of the mask and reveal all the scars that life has left me. Because I know that I could never find better comfort than by your side. You're my sweet and warm refuge in the midst of the storm. The sun that comes after the rain," he whispered, his voice shaking.
She closed her eyes and he heard her take long and deep inhalation to calm her breathing which had become fast.
Too much?
"You know, I've made a lot of effort to hide what I feel for you, but it always comes back to me like a boomerang. Because you're wonderful, m'Lady."
Following his words, Ladybug choked a sob and looked away. Chat Noir let his hand slide under the heroine's chin and softly raised her head.
"Hey, look at me, Bugaboo. I'm not asking you for anything. When I say I love you, it's not because I want you. Or because I can't have you. It has nothing to do with me. I love what you are. What you do. I've seen your kindness, and your strength. I've seen the best and the worst of you. And I understand, with perfect clarity, exactly what you are... You're amazing. You're Ladybug. You're the One."Comment by Ashley: I'm MELTING!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
The young woman shivered under his touch and pulled back slightly. He quickly removed his hand, as if his partner's porcelain skin was suddenly burning. He felt himself blushed as he took a step back from all the things he had just told her, from his declaration of love, from his open-heart confession... The feline was afraid of having crossed a step and gone too far.
Thinking back, he still didn't know why she had so suddenly asked him such a question. Or why she was crying when he arrived nor why she was still crying now. He didn't know if he had given her the answer she expected from him. Or if, on the contrary, he had made her more vulnerable.
As the shock seemed to pass, she quickly moved back to his side, remaining silent and resuming their initial seats.
The festival was in full swing and with it, the wild rhythms of salsa and tango that resonated now louder in the Parisian night.
"I love Latino's rhythms," softly whispered the heroine.
In less time than it took to say; Cataclysm, Chat Noir jumped on his feet and reached out to his partner.
She looked up to him, her two bright sapphires plunging into the piercing feline irises.
He swallowed and hesitated before expressing himself. "Do you wanna dance?"
His partner raised an eyebrow and pinched her lips, but she didn't waste a minute grabbing the hand he had extended to her.
"Are you dancing salsa?" Ladybug asked.
"Not at all! But... I know how to dance Tango," he replied, giving a seductive wink to his teammate. "This cat is full of surprise, m'Lady," he added then, facing her surprised expression.
Chat Noir raised their joined hands and placed his free hand in the middle of Ladybug's back. He then invited her to place hers on his shoulder.
"Just let yourself be guided by my movements, without trying to guess or anticipate my steps. Be flexible and relaxed, as if your body were a puppet and I was the puppeteer pulling the strings," he explained.
She nodded and Chat Noir flexed a leg, slowly drawing a circle on the ground. Then he hit his heel against the roof to mark the measure and hastened to train his partner in some experimental steps.
Quickly, they found the perfect tempo and synchronization. Their feet, legs and body were now only slipping, waving and twisting to the rhythm of music.
Chat Noir had found the perfect way to cheer her up and it warmed his heart. His partner's outbursts of laughter were in his ears, the most beautiful melody of the festival.
"Oh, I love that song!" She exclaimed, as he made her spin on herself.
"You know I love it when you call me senorita.
I wish it wasn't so damn hard to leave you,
But every touch is ooh, la-la-la.
It's true, la-la-la.
Ooh, I should be running, you keep me coming for you."
"May you offer me one more dance?" He asked, making her spin again and repositioning her in front of him.
Their eyes locked to each other with a new intensity and, as if she was afraid to break that moment, Ladybug nodded very slowly, never leaving his eyes.
Against all odds, the heroine moved her hands around the feline's neck, huddling comfortably against his torso. He swallowed, but didn't waste a second to move, sliding his hands on her waist.
They let themselves be hypnotized by the suave rhythm of the music, dancing without their eyes losing sight of each other.
"The air was hot from summer rain
Sweat dripping off me
Before I even knew her name
It felt like ooh, la-la-la."
Chat Noir made his partner spin in his arms, placing her back against his torso. He was afraid of being a little too enterprising, until she slowly threw her head back, resting against the feline's chest.
He heard her gasp as he leaned over her side, letting his breath brush the soft skin of her neck. "That's right," he whispered in the hollow of her ear, "I was already screwed before I even knew your name as a superhero. And I still am, without even knowing your first name, m'Lady…"
"Sapphire Moonlight
We danced for hours in the sand
Tequila sunrise
Her body fit right in my hands
It felt like ooh, la-la-la."
Ladybug moved slowly against him, following the rhythm of the song. The hero had at first been astonished to feel her relax so much, before he forgot his surprise and started moving with her to follow the cadence.
It was slow. It was sensual. It was intoxicating.
He smelled her perfume and let his hands drift towards her hips, grasping them gently to slow her movements which were becoming somewhat disturbing for what was awakening under his belt. He couldn't help but notice how her body was fitting right into his hands. They were like two pieces of a puzzle, perfectly intertwined and made to be.
Ladybug suddenly turned around his arms, Freeing the pressure between their bodies.
Oh. He blushed, feeling the blood that was converging downwards immediately rising up to his cheeks.
"I love it when you call me senorita (my Lady)
I wish I could pretend I didn't need you
But every touch is ooh, la-la-la
It's true, la-la-la
Ooh, I should be running."
She wrapped her arms around Chat Noir's neck again, a soft smile on her lips as she hummed the lyrics of the song. Changing, to his great surprise, the Señorita in my Lady, as if she was trying to convey him a message through her words, through the closeness and intimacy that they shared at that very moment.
"Ooh, you know I love it when you call me senorita (my Lady)
I wish it wasn't so damn hard to leave you
But every touch is ooh, la-la-la
It's true, la-la-la
I should be running, you keep me coming for you."
"That's true, too, mon Chaton. I love being YOUR LADY. I love it when you call me that. I love being yours," she breathed in a weak and uncertain voice. "There's also another thing right in these words: every time you sacrifice yourself, every time I lose you and dread not being able to bring you back to me…" she whispered, taking a deep breath to regain control of her shaking voice. "Each time, I lose a part of myself."
Suddenly, he was struck by lightning, the realization clearly appearing to him. "Is that why you were crying?"
She nodded, giving him the answer he feared. "I thought I couldn't bring you back during our fight this afternoon... I keep seeing you lying on the floor, unconscious," she replied, choked sobs in her voice. "I don't want to lose you, Chaton. I need you," she admitted. "I love you."
"You say we're just friends
But friends don't know the way you taste, la-la-la."
His eyes widened to that sudden statement. The blood that had taken up residence in his flushed face went down instantly to the south, filling his heart and making it beat quickly, in a completely erratic, frantic and uncontrollable way for the wonderful woman who was standing in his arms.
Before he could react or say anything, she raised on her tiptoes, her lips delicately brushing his.
"Ooh, when your lips undress me
Hooked on your tongue
Ooh, love, your kiss is deadly
Don't stop."
His heart missed a beat, until her lips fully pressed against his. Electrifying, was the word that came to mind first to describe the feeling he felt throughout his whole being, deep in his soul. He felt electrified to the bone, each piece of his body vibrating to the intensity of the kiss they exchanged.
It took him a few seconds before he got out of his shock and returned her kiss a hundredfold. His two hands captured her face, as she pressed against him, completely melting against his body.
"I love you too, my Lady," he breathed against her lips, before capturing them again between his.
They poured into this kiss, every ounce of love they felt, all the unsaid too long held captive in recent months. All the doubts, the fears, but also the joys and the hope of a future for them.
That was it. They sealed between their lips and in their hearts the promise of a better future. A future together.
The end
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