It presses against her chest, cool as silver, and her eyes flutter closed under the familiar sensation.
She's reminded of days when all that she needed was the soft cooling underneath the surface even when it should feel like the flicker of a flame as it always was one before; it was as if his ring had permanently fixed itself to her heart.
Ladybug bites back a laugh, eyes lit up with a passion that wasn't defined by its heat, eyes flicking back to her partner who had just transformed to join her, and while it wasn't an odd sight for her to watch him transform anymore, it felt almost like the first time, a rush of something beneath the surface that tingles like electricity, a strange sensation of cool water and warm heat dancing underneath the surface.
She almost laughs like an idiot as he hops out and joins her like any other patrol and yet her skin's still pleasantly tingling, "Fancy seeing you here, Chat." It's enough to tease him, to fall back into banter as if she isn't stuck somewhere in between emotions that make no sense to her anymore and yet are as clear as day.
Chat feels like home, love passion, security, because safety doesn't quite fit when they both risk their lives to save each other all of the time, when they're both partners, and yet Adrien feels like a sunny day, full of uncontainable warmth that sizzles at the surface, pushing into new discoveries.
Adrien feels more like a risk than he really is; he feels like excitement and fire, and yet at the same time, he is Chat, her home.
Ladybug feels so breathtakingly like Marinette right now that her heart is already beating out an uncontrollable tempo, an unprofessional tempo.
"Yeah," Breathes Chat, and she sees his kind of amused joy from just the newness of what's becoming ritual, "Do you come here often?"
She laughs at their silliness even though they aren't really being all that funny and presses closer, "Do you?"
"What gave you that idea, Milady?" She wonders if it is right to hear love in those half playful words, because all that she can breathe is the love that fills up any space next to them; may be one day she'll reach for him as it isn't a lack of confidence that pulls her back or even fear that holds her hands at her sides.
It's a sort of still wariness, an uncertainity at reaching out, as everything with him feels so right like this; she wonders if it holds him back almost like a nervous tick at his throat, ice on his hands.
She doesn't take too long to swing away, and Chat follows like he always does; her skin thrills and buzzes at his proximity as if he isn't transformed right now. No words were needed to keep her from being completely lost in this moment by his side, but all the words, unspoken, from realization were all that she needed to feel so completely lost and yet as steady in the moment as she'd ever be.