Disclaimer: I do not own Miraculous Ladybug or its characters.
"Bridgette, how much longer can we keep this up?"
"As long as it takes until those spoilt knuckleheads understand the meaning of 'no.'"
Marinette sighed, leaning on her elbows on the counter. It had a month already since Adrien set his sights on the youngest Cheng girl and neither he nor his older brother were any less determined in their quest to date the Cheng cousins. Both brothers were relentless!
"Maybe we should give them a chance…"
CLANG!
The knife swooped down in one flash, effortlessly slicing the cucumber in perfect circles.
"Absolutely not!"
Part of Bridgette's cooking style was the way she uses knives. As an artist would paint a canvas with certain brushes, she wielded sharp knives.
The sharper, the better.
It was both amazing and intimidating.
"Nothing good will come from them apart from disappointment." Bridgette continued chopping food fast as she told Marinette. "Agrestes and Chengs can never be together. Mari, don't wait around for me to date. There are plenty of other fish in the sea. Look for one and ignore that blowfish."
She turned away to prepare a dish of salad and cucumbers, unaware that her words made her cousin think of a catfish.
"Hey, Chat. Can I talk to you for a minute?"
Chat Noir looked over his broad shoulder, curious. It was the end of their midnight patrol, and he was heading back home until Ladybug stopped him with her request.
"Uh, sure. What's up?"
Ladybug gulped while staring up at his gorgeous frame, taking in deep breaths of courage.
"Chat…these past 4 years, you helped me a lot. You always were here for me at times I didn't expect anyone. When I got my heart broken, you put me back together. I just to say…I love you."
The man she loved froze, taken aback by her humble confession. At first, Ladybug thought he was paralysed with shock that will melt into joy of having his romantic feelings finally returned, imagining him smiling and engulfing her in a fierce hug, followed by a happy kiss.
He didn't smile. He frowned. He scoffed.
And answered. Bluntly.
"Unbelievable. Now you reciprocate? You made your feelings about me pretty clear 4 years ago and that was all the assurance I needed. I can't just put my life on hold until you decide you would give me a chance, to give me a 'maybe'. I'm done waiting on that bridge for you to cross it. Besides…I'm in love with someone else."
Ladybug's mouth dropped open like a fish.
The man she grew to love fell for another girl just as she returned his affections.
It was so overwhelming, so shocking, so unbelievable.
Succumbing to tears, Ladybug turned away and ran away, away from Chat Noir.
"Ladybug!"
She ran across roofs all the way to the cafe, landing on the windowsill to the living room. Bridgette was already on her purple couch, watching Castle. She looked up just as Ladybug detransform, her red and black suit replaced for pink pajamas, and the first thing she noticed was the tears running down her sweet cousin's cheeks, her bluebell puffed and reddened, the sight bringing her to the first time she caught her cousin in a vulnerable, heartbroken state.
"Not again…" She groaned, getting up. "Marinette!"
Marinette collapsed in welcome arms, crying her heart out.
"What happened?"
"C-C-C-C-Ch-Chat N-N-N-No-Noir r-r-r-r-re-j-j-je-ject-ed m-m-me!"
Acid spat out. "That alley cat?"
The former Ladybug knew a secret, something the current Ladybug didn't know, though best not to tell her sweet cousin. Best to protect her as best she can.
"He's no better than Adrien. He shot you down without a second thought after praising so called 'emotions of love' for you, ignoring your own feelings. He says one thing and does another. You can't trust him. You can trust me. Only me."
Marinette whimpered and buried her head in her chest, crying. Bridgette wrapped her arms around her, engulfing her in safe warmth. Her eyes moved to the red bug sitting on top of Marinette's head, wearing a disapproving frown towards her use of soft manipulation yet the tiny god didn't say anything about it. Marinette would rather listen to her amazing cousin than a responsible god-like figure.
Bridgette narrowed her eyes.
She must have a little word with the heartbreaker's older brother.
"Felix..."
The man of the name looked up from his newspaper and coffee to stare up at the woman.
"Can you stay after closing please?"
She seemed happy to see him, eyes closed and true intentions behind behind a sickening sweet smile.
Nonetheless, he silently agreed.
Pretty soon, it was closing time. The customers left as the time passed until only two left in the cafe. As soon the last one was out the door, Bridgette put the 'CLOSED' sign on the window and looked over her shoulder.
"Felix…" She sang.
His stoic face hitched as she begun strutted towards him, taking a slow pace, her hips swinging to his interest. The way she moved puts the supermodels his father used to shame. Her head brushed his chin, her hand lightly trailing his chest, the sexy smirk playing on her lips. She slowly pulled her hand back...
"YOU BASTARD!"
And slapped him hard.
Felix flew to the ground by the sudden, strong force she delivered. He looked up, a big red mark on his cheek and anger spreading across his features.
Bridgette directed just as much anger. Maybe even more.
"Your brother turned down my cousin. Again!" She told him, her voice yelling hotly.
"How is that my fault?" He demanded as he stood up, easily towering over her.
"I warned you he'll change his mind, and he did! He didn't want Marinette, now he doesn't want Ladybug!"
"Because he wants Marinette!"
The argument fuelled Bridgette's belief of separating their younger relatives from the pain. Her eyes flashed repeatedly to last night, the pathetic mess her cousin was in, giving her heart to the same boy and he just broke it again. For Bridgette, this was more proof that Chengs and Agrestes can never be together.
If only if the Agrestes could see that.
"Perhaps if they reveal their true identities, they wouldn't be running around in circles."
"It won't change anything. They'll still want what the other can't give."
"They still want each other, regardless of the pain."
"Chengs and Agrestes can never be together. Ever. Last night wasn't enough. We have a decade of heartbreak to prove it. What more do you want?"
He stepped closer to her, closing the space between them.
"You."
He darted down and covered her mouth with his'. Her yelp of surprise was muffled by his tongue slipping in, exploring every inch of her mouth. His hands grope her tempting hips, grasping her skirt, pinching her skin.
She fought against his hold, trying to push him off of her, but her struggles fell in vain as she eventually succumbed to the passion ignited between them. The sounds she made, the squeaks, the moans, the gasps drove him mad with lust and pleasure. His hand brushed up her left leg, messing up her prim pencil skirt. They kissed so heated, overwhelmed, blind and drunk, they promptly fell to the polished ground, Bridgette on top of Felix. Instead of scrambling off as she would have done, she ripped his shirt open and kissed his abs, bringing him to further pleasure. He moaned, stroking her head.
But in an instant second, Bridgette realised what they were doing and jumped off Felix. She scrambled away from him, clutching her ruffled blouse to hide her bra-wearing chest, staring wide-eyed at him while breathing heavily.
"Marienette should give Adrien a chance at least. Get our younger siblings out of our mess." Felix suggested, eyes down as he sat up, fixing his dishevelled shirt.
"You're never gonna stop, are you?" She gasped out.
Felix snapped his eyes up to stare at her, silently daring her to say her typical answer to his suggestion.
She wanted to say no so badly.
But she knew it would only prolong the inevitable.
"…fine. One date. Me and her. With you and Adrien."
One date to settle the tension.
Felix stood up, filled with satisfaction. Strolling over to her, he took her hand, hauled her up and kissed the blushing skin of her hand.
"Tomorrow night, dress nice."
And then he walked out, leaving her on her own.
She sighed.
When do we ever learn?
"You're heartbroken. You don't have to go through this."
Marinette was helping Bridgette get ready for her date when Marinette mentioned Adrien asked her for a date tomorrow night.
Marinette sighed as she threaded the needle along her cousin's torso. "I was the one who pulled you into it. I told Adrien I would go out with him when you do. Adrien won't give up unless I said yes. If I go out with him once, he'll get what he wants and get bored of me."
"Then we better give what those rich playboys want. One date and he'll be satisfied."
"Unless he wants more."
"Don't jinx it. With our luck, he will."
Felix waited impatiently outside Lucky Red, tapping his foot, and checking his watch every 10 seconds.
Granted, it was barely 7 o'clock but he couldn't wait any longer to see-
"You ready?"
Felix turned to his left. "At last..."
He stopped his tongue, wagging out as if he was struck by lightning, near destroying his elaborate yet snarky words.
What he saw stunned him.
"I'm on time, quit your whining!"
Bridgette stepped out of the door, wearing the dress made by Marinette. It was purple (a richer, reddish shade of purple that highlighted her pale skin and violet-streaked dark hair), short in between her thighs and calves (proudly showing off her naked, long legs planted in gold-coloured heels), and tight (hugging her svelte body and bringing out her hidden curves). Short puffy sleeves sat on her shoulders, a sweetheart neckline drew curiosity to her barely clothed cleavage and delicate light-purple flowers danced on the side of her slim stomach. Her hair was gathered up in a messy yet sultry bun, thick braids running along the sides of her head and loose waves framing her pretty face.
Eventually, he regained his ability to speak.
"...You look...delightful."
Not the choice of compliment he wanted to give.
"...cheers." Bridgette simply said.
Felix's hand took her arm and gently pulled, leading her to his car. They drove in silence, Felix pulling up to a private carpark. Felix got out and quickly walked around to open Bridgette's door, helping her step out like a gentleman, yet his hungry eyes admiring her long legs making those strides.
They walked together in silence to a fancy restaurant in the upper east of Paris, the place Felix mentioned before. And as Bridgette mentioned, it was hard to get into, judging by the long queue waiting outside the establishment.
But Felix simply walked to the front and the bouncer opened the door to them.
The inside was just as classy, a beige and white decor, sparkling crystalline chandeliers and a grand piano in the corner playing a simple tune.
A waiter led the (not a bloody) couple to a small table. Before Bridgette could sit down, Felix pulled the chair out for her. She stared at him, puzzled, but nevertheless sat down as he pulled the chair in and then made around to his own chair.
They chose their selection of meals from the menu and ordered a bottle of red wine. They sat in silence, until their meals arrived, and they started eating. And talking.
"This tastes great!" Bridgette gushed.
Felix gazed at her in the midst of sampling his lobster, the candlestick lit in the centre of the table, her face and top of her body illuminated by the hot colours of red, orange and yellow.
"I prefer your cooking." He said simply.
She paused cutting her beef. "When have I ever cooked for you?"
"In secondary school and at the cafe."
"You threw away any treat I gave you in school. Plagg probably ate the ones containing cheese."
"I hate cheese, especially camembert."
"You used to reek of it. I thought you had a strange obsession with cheese."
"Like you did with me?"
Bridgette dropped her knife and fork and swiped her glass of wine for a sip.
"I got over my 'obsession' with you. This date is all your idea." She took another sip for her glass. "I don't know why though. You can't even stand being in the same room as me."
Felix kept his cool and allure. "I thought that was true. Until you were gone. Now I can't stand not being in the same room as you."
She drank the wine again.
SLAM!
Bridgette's body made rough contact with the wall. She barely made a gasp out when Felix put his mouth on hers.
By the time they left the restaurant and came across the nearest alley, they were against the wall, making out like hell.
They could not resist the temptation.
He pulled down the zip down her back, fingers feeling her soft skin underneath. He pushed against her, deepening their kiss.
"Ow!"
He jumped back. "What's wrong?"
They looked over her shoulder. Her exposed back had red lines trimmed with blood and brick dust.
Felix looked so guilty are the sight of her back. "I'm so sorry."
Bridgette pushed him back. "If we're gonna do this, we need a bed. I prefer not to go to the emergency room tonight."
Felix looked over his shoulder. Then he grasped her hand tight and dragged her down the street, passing the Moulin Rouge. Red lights coating them, the bold colour matching their emotions perfectly. Felix made the pair of them down a steep hill, coming upon a small hotel at the end of the hill.
A man at the front desk beamed as the couple entered through the door. "Bonjour, monsieur! Welcome to Hotel Josephine."
"We need the best room you have for the night." Felix ordered. Yes, he ordered, he demanded control.
"You're in luck! Our best room, the penthouse suite is available. Price is €300 euro per night."
Bridgette couldn't believe the price but Felix payed with his platinum credit card.
"We also need a first aid kit."
"Oh, are you hurt, sir? We have the hospital on speed dial, we can an ambulance-"
"Just a few cuts. I will do it myself. Just give me the kit."
"...Here are your keys. Enjoy!"
Felix took the keys and, looping an arm around his date, walked to the elevator, riding it in silence until a 'ding' went off, the doors sliding open to their room. Their room was the only one on the floor. Felix opened the door with the key, and they went inside.
The penthouse suite was smaller than Bridgette's old college dorm but much better looking. There was a king-sized bed with flawless white sheets and fluffed pillows, rich plum-coloured and flowery-patterned walls, a white ceiling, a velvet purple floor, shimmering bronze curtains with gold tassels, gold-framed pictures of Josephine Baker, and a door leading to an outside balcony, overlooking a view of a different part of Paris.
"Sit."
Felix's hand placed itself on Bridgette's shoulder, gently pushing her down to sit on the bed.
The door knocked so Felix answered and came back to the bed with the first aid kit.
"The clerk thinks we're gonna have kinky sex with the kit now." Bridgette remarked. "Let's get this over with."
"Not yet."
He turned her around, pulling down her dress and exposing her injuries back to him. From the medical kit, he used plasters and cream to treat her wounds. She seethed from the sting as well as his hands on her. It sent shivers down her spine and arches in her hips. She could literally hear his steady heartbeat, feel the rumbles of his chest closely pressed near her back, even feel his unusual warmth.
Eventually, his hands left her back. Then her chin was grabbed and forced around to look at him.
"Now, we can fuck."
He smashed their lips together, hungry for a meal they waited too long for. Their lips never left each other as they furiously ripped their clothes off their bodies until they were as naked as the day they were born. Felix pulled out condom from his jacket pocket, but Bridgette stopped him.
"You don't need that. I'm on the pill."
Just in case.
She didn't want to get pregnant when she just started her cafe.
(And since Felix started coming around.)
Felix tossed the condom aside and grabbed Bridgette and pulled her to his waist, her long legs hanging at the sides, pulling right his crotch. She gasped, her breasts heaving.
She forgot how good it was. She hadn't had sex since her last encounter with him in the bookshop.
In no time, he was thrusting into her as they sat on the edge of the fancy bed, staring into each other's steely gaze, silently challenging each other.
She challenged first by kissing him to distract him as she pushed him flat down on the bed. Saddling him, she rocked her pelvis nice and slow, riding him with an impish smirk. He could not help but marvel her in her mischievous beauty, with her once contained hair loose and tousled as if she was caught in a storm, her voluptuous body bare and plump with a skin of plush pink, even her lips shining red. Her finger trailed a teasing path on his chest.
He countered back by tossing her off, gripping her waist to force her on her hands and knees, and pounded right into her from behind, giving her sharp, shallow thrusts. She moaned at the rising rapture within her. He grunted with each thrust, feeling the same way.
Just as he was about to release his seed, Bridgette abruptly stood up, settling herself on his lap. She swung her arm to hook around us neck and pulled him over her shoulder to lick his cheek. The action stunned him, allowing her to push him off the bed.
She burst into giggles, holding her naked middle.
A blonde head rose from the edge of the bed. Angry eyes glared fiercely, just as a prominent nose settled on the duvet.
With a growl, Felix pounced but Bridgette narrowly jumped out of the way. The naked young adults ran around the small room, Bridgette's laughter echoing. Bridgette missed a step and slammed into the wall, allowing Felix to corner her at last. But she quickly moved out of the way, allowing him to run into the wall, much like Wile E. Coyote.
It was all an act.
"Just like old times, kitty." She snickered.
Yes, it was.
The cat chasing the ladybug.
Only much steamier.
Eventually, he caught her. He grabbed her arms and forced them on her back with one hand. His other hand gripped one of her plush hips and suddenly, he pinned her around and pushed her the desk, quickly propping her up to sit on it. Just as swiftly, his tongue and cock were back in her, brutally rendering her defencelessly.
Until she delivered a kick of her own brutal strength that sent him flying to the bed.
"Do you want to fuck or not?!" He shouted angrily.
She only smirked, hopping off the desk. "Technically, this date was your idea, so I decided to have a little fun first."
She swanned slowly towards him, teasing him with her body. She stroked her ego for making him so…
Frustrated.
He yowled like a cat and reached out, grabbed her, and pulled her into his lap. Back to where they started their twisted game.
"Cats play with their food." He growled, their noses touching. "Not bugs."
With their faces so close, they gazed long and hard into each other's eyes. Stormy blue and a whirlpool of mysterious colours. Their lips moved on their own, moving in for a kiss. The kiss was a gentle touch, as light as a feather, before pulling away, back to eye-gazing. Felix's fingers gently lingered on her right cheekbone.
"Now we can fuck." Bridgette blurted just as she impaled on him, causing him to gasp out loud.
Starting their game of sex again.
Morning dawned eventually after a long night of sex.
Bridgette and Felix checked out early, the latter left a big tip for the chaos they made.
They walked out on the street in silence, only stopping when they reached a point to separate.
They both turned to stare at each other.
Felix brushed some of her loose hair from her face while his hand lightly trailed down her back, careful not to touch where she got hurt. Her back had healed but, in its place, she now graced a huge hickey in between her neck and shoulder.
Felix didn't go Scot-free. He had several scratch marks on his back.
"…That was fun." He said.
"…it was." She answered.
They stared a bit more. Then they slowly leaned in and shared a long, tender kiss.
Minutes passed.
Neither one moved.
Time stood still as the kiss held and the couple restricted from moving.
But eventually they broke apart, although reluctant to do so.
Their lips lingered close.
"Goodbye…"
"…bye."
The couple, with heavy hearts, turned their backs on each other and walked their separate ways.
However, Felix glanced over his shoulder, watching Bridgette disappear down the street.
It took Bridgette a hour to get to her cafe by foot and Metro.
Marinette was cleaning a table when her beloved cousin entered.
"Bridgette!"
She leapt from the table and hugged her cousin.
Bridgette held her tight.
"It's done."
Note: Hotel Josephine is a real hotel near the Moulin Rouge, dedicated to Josephine Baker.