Chapter 1

Silence is deafening. Silence is easily changed, by breathing and by footsteps. By late night tapping on window panes. Silence was dangerous and welcomed all at the same time.

The small bedroom was dark and quiet, only the soft ruffle of bedsheets, the glow of the Parisian moon bathing the soft curves of the girls hips and waist as she lay under the white duvet. The sight was wonderful. More wonderful than the spying cat would care to admit. He could make out the contour of her nose and eyes, and the gentle slope of her thighs as she shifted, bringing herself further into the comfort of the mattress. She was beautiful, he decided. Absolutely stunning. His mind wandered to the lady who had rejected him so many times, but he was quickly brought home by the girl just on the other side of the glass.

He wanted her. He wanted to be near her. No, he needed to be near her. His knuckles rapped against the window, followed by the sound of bed springs squeaking.

"Cat Noir?" she questioned while rubbing her eyes. "Can I come in? Please?" he might be a sneak, but he was still a gentleman.

She nodded, stepping back to allow him in. They studied each other for a moment, taking in the mature angles of the others face, examining new freckles, new eyes and new expressions.

She looked beautiful at this angle, the light from outside resting on the right side of her face. Her hair was down, spilling over her shoulders and resting just above the crescent of her full waist.

"I couldn't sleep. I wanted to see you." He brushed a strand of black out of her eyes, his hand coming down to cup her chin, lifting it so she could see him. Had she always been so pretty? Or had he been blinded by his love for his spotted companion? Most likely a mixture of both he decided.

"Is something wrong?" he shook his head. There were many things wrong. Like how much he had missed her when he wasn't around. " I just haven't seen you in a while. I've had so much going on." He smiled up at her as he took a seat in her computer chair. "I missed you too kitty." She offered him a sleepy grin and took a seat opposite him on her bed.

They were silent for a second, basking in the simple pleasure of being around each other. The two nineteen year olds were content in the darkness of the small room, the only light coming from the small window and the blink of the alarm clock on her bedside table.

2:19 A.M

The minutes ticked by as they began to discuss everything and anything. He scooted closer to her, drawn to her by some invisible pull. He didn't stop himself. From getting close enough to see the freckle right under her collarbone, or the stray eyelash stuck to her cheek. He reached up to brush it away with his thumb, the silence of the night coating them once more.

"I never knew your eyes were this blue." He breathed softly, setting his hand against her cheek, she leaned into his touch.

"Come here." She sighed and pulled him to sit beside her on the bed. Her close proximity was suffocating to him as ladybug was pushed farther away from his thoughts. He could smell her, hear the thrum of her heart beneath the fabric of her night shirt. He could see the tint fanning over her face. He wanted to feel her, and taste her.

"Can I kiss you?" he finally asked, not waiting for a reply as he pressed his lips against the corner of her mouth. "Please." She whispered back, her words swallowed by him as their lips collided in a messy and imperfect embrace.