Hello friends! TIME TO SIN!

Judgement is still in the works, but I've been away so long, so here have some sin as an apology.

14-Seeking Solace

Adrien couldn't ask for more. But Chat could, and as he was without a lady, a princess suddenly didn't sound so bad.


Chat swung over the next roof, landing softly on his toes. The moon was peaked in the velvet sky, worthy of a painting but his thoughts were consumed with lady he'd fallen for. The lady he couldn't have. It was inevitable really; there would be no need for Ladybug or Chat Noir when the attacks were over and as dangerous as they were, every night he prayed for more. He knew she hadn't meant to hesitate. That she hadn't meant to hurt him. But she had.

"Partners for life right?" He winked at her.

"Until this is over anyway." She replied then turned to face him, obviously stunned at the words that had left her mouth. The hurt on his face had to have been clear.

"So, you'd just leave?"

"Chat…" She reached for him but he recoiled from her touch instantly.

"Would you?"

A pause. "No." It sounded like a question.

His shoulders drooped and his heart sank.

"Chat…" She reached for him.

He left before she could say another word.

His feet dangled over the edge of the roof, pining for his love. A sigh from behind startled him and he turned expecting Ladybug, but saw no one. He crept to the other side of the building and upon seeing Marinette sitting on her balcony, blue eyes plaintive in the dark, he silently dropped onto the terrace without thinking, careful not to knock over the empty mug that sat by the hatch on the ground.

She didn't turn around and he hesitated. What would he say? Would she tell him to go away? But he was lonely, his heart ached for the company and her small figure silhouetted by the moon beckoned to him.

"Good evening Princess." He purred

She started in surprise but didn't turn around. "Good evening Chat Noir." He could hear something in her voice that made it sound like her words were glued to the roof of her mouth before spilling out of her lips. Like she was having trouble speaking them.

"How'd you know it was me?" He stepped closer.

She turned. "The only way for non-leather or spandex wearing super-people to get up here is there," She pointed to a hatch on the ground. "And the window." She gestured to the window on the side of the house, that he couldn't see, but knew was there. He'd been here before, not that she knew that or needed to know that. "So who else but a masked vigilante?"

She leaned back against the railing and Chat realized that her hair was out, he'd expected it to be dead straight but it hung evenly below her shoulders curling inwards at the ends. He wasn't sure why he noticed.

"I see." He put his hands awkwardly behind his back and rocked forward on his toes and then shifted his weight back to his heels.
"Can I help you with something?" She asked, tilting her head to the side, observing him.

"Me? Uh, no." But the thought of his Lady entered his mind unbidden and the sigh escaped from his lips without his permission.

"You want to sit for a while?" She motioned towards the iron bench. A new installation on her balcony and he wondered how he knew that it was new.

"Sure." He sat and after a moment of hesitation she sat beside him. The silence was a little awkward and he felt the need to fill it. He rarely had the chance to speak to her as Adrien, because she turned tail and ran as soon as he tried. But for some reason starting a conversation with her tonight wasn't easy, his mouth was dry and his tongue felt like lead. Was this what rejection felt like?

He glanced over at his silent companion her face was pensive, clear blue eyes piercing even in the dim light. She was pretty. He knew that from the first time he had ever seen her. Cute and intelligent, but in an unassuming sort of way that startled you when it shone through and the kind humility that made you want to shake her when she hid behind it. And in the past few months he'd learnt more about her than in the three years he'd known her. She liked to design clothes, and liked to draw. She wanted to be a fashion designer; she was good at sports but horribly clumsy anywhere other than the school gym. She was a very graceful dancer. She hated the colour yellow. Her parents were bakers and she had a mild allergy to dust. And her kindness extended to everyone, even occasionally Chloe. Adrien wished he knew more about her, but her faltering words and skittishness made it difficult to hold a conversation, most of the things he knew he learnt from Nino, observed or asked Alya about. Adrien couldn't ask for more. But Chat could, and as he was without a lady, a princess suddenly didn't sound so bad.

"What's your favorite colour?" He asked before slapping himself internally. Now she'll laugh at me and think I'm a dork.

She looked at him quizzically before answering; "Pink…" Her eyebrows furrowed as her eyes roamed his face. "Or maybe green."

"Green?" He caught her eyes with his.

"Green." She affirmed, before looking away a light pink dusting her cheeks.

"Are you going to ask me mine?" He asked impertinently.

She titled her face to look at him. "You'll tell me anyway."

"Blue." He answered smugly. Perhaps she knew him better than he thought.

She folded her hands neatly in her lap. Small hands. Delicate hands. Chubby fingers. Cute hands. "Why?"

"What?" The question caught him off guard and his brow furrowed, redirecting his gaze to her face but she wasn't looking at him. She was staring at the starless sky and he suddenly wondered, if there were no stars on a Parisian night, why could he see them reflected in her eyes?

"Why blue?" She asked again, eyes flicking over to him. Blue he noticed. Bright, clear, blue eyes filled with stars. Odd, he could have sworn her eyes were gray.

"Um." It's the colour of My Lady's eyes.

The girl beside him snorted with laughter. And he

"Did I say that out loud?"

"Smooth. If I didn't know any better I'd say you were pining for unrequited love." When he didn't respond she turned her body to face him. "Wait really?"

He leant his head against the back of the chair. "Yeah."

She shook a little and he expected her to laugh at him again but she didn't. Instead she drew her knees up to her chest and sighed. "Me too."

The corner of his mouth twitched. "Really?"

"Yeah." She rested her chin on her knees, eyes fixed straight ahead, frowning at something he couldn't see.

Silence followed and he didn't expect her to say anything else until; "He just doesn't know I exist."

"Ah." He looked over at her, pink lips contorted into a sorrowful smile. "Do you want to talk about it?" He was still staring at her lips as she worried at her lower lip.

"To you?" She widened her eyes at him comically. Teasing him, he realized.

He shrugged and averted his gaze. "Why not?"

Another sigh, softer this time. "It's complicated."

"I know all about complicated relationships. I won't tell anyone." A glance at her told him everything he needed to know. She was miserable. But she wasn't about to go into it with him, and why would she? She hardly knew him, not as Adrien and certainly not as Chat.

"I can't even speak to him." Her voice startled him and he jumped slightly, earning an amused glance from the otherwise despondent girl beside him.

"Why?" He tilted his head to the side and rested his elbows on the seat behind him.

"I get really nervous and my words don't come out the way I want them to." She licked her lips as if to illustrate a point, but whatever that point was, he missed it entirely, green eyes fixed on her tongue for the second that it was in sight.

He laughed dryly and shook his head as soon as his addled brain allowed. "I understand you Princess."

"Paw-lease. Aren't you the smooth talking black cat of the shadows?" She rolled her eyes at him and sat up straighter.

He stared at her in amusement. "Did you just make a pun?"

Her eyebrows knitted together before her mouth opened forming a perfect pink 'o'. Don't look at her lips. "It was an accident." She whispered, mortified.

"I thought it was purr-fect." He smirked and shot her a wink.

She groaned as he laughed at his own wit. "That was awful."

"Sorry." He grinned at her.

"No you're not." Her face mirrored his and for a moment broken hearts were forgotten as their companion smiled softly at them, shrouded in moonlight.

The wind picked up for a moment and she shivered as her hair whipped around her face.

"Cold?" He shifted closer involuntarily.

"If you put your arm around me I'll snap it off." She threatened, throwing a glare at him.

He raised his palms to her. "It was just a question Princess." He watched her as she fixed the strap of her pajama top, her fingers skimming the skin at her shoulders and running down her arm before returning to her lap. Her skin was fair and smooth and he wondered if it would be soft. Stop. He thought violently. Ladybug… He looked at Marinette again. A strand of hair was out of place, begging to be shifted. He reached out without a second thought and brushed it behind her ear, thumb tracing her cheekbone.

She looked up at him in surprise, but she didn't shift away. Her skin was supple under his gloves and his fingertips tingled.

"Chat Noir?"

He was still touching her face. What about Ladybug? He slipped his hand behind her ear; cupping the side of her cheek in his palm, thumb resting at the corner of her lips. What about Ladybug? He felt her skin grow warm under his glove as a blush spread from her nose to her ears. What about Ladybug? The hurt and anger he'd felt from before had almost vanished but not quite. Marinette's breath caught as he tentatively shifted closer. She didn't move away. What about Ladybug? He could hear her heart racing as he stared her down. What about Ladybug? Marinette's eyes flitted down to his lips and he swallowed as she nervously ran her tongue along her bottom lip. Gentle, sweet, Marinette. Her lips demanded to be kissed. What about… who?

He moved in, all traces of shyness vanished, replaced with suave confidence and he pressed his lips to hers. They were soft and she tasted sweet, like hot chocolate and marshmallows. That would explain the mug near the hatch. After a moment of surprise she reciprocated, moving her lips against his. Her hand found its way to his chest and she held it there, Chat was positive she would be able to feel his heart hammering against his chest, but she didn't let on if she noticed.


Marinette shifted slightly, unsure if she should pursue the conversation with her friend. He was obviously distressed and with a pang of guilt she wondered if Ladybug was the cause. She felt his gloved hand brush against her cheek as he moved her hair and she froze, eyes darting up to meet his.

"Chat Noir?" His name was little more than a breath on her lips.

His hand curled around her face, three fingers under her ear, cradling her neck, claws lightly scraping on her skin. She couldn't move. What about Adrien? His eyes grew serious as they searched her face, looking for something. What about Adrien? He must have found what he was looking for because he inched closer, his fingers flexed slightly, reaffirming her proximity. She should move away, she knew she should, kissing her partner as a civilian was a very bad idea, but his beautiful, burning green eyes kept her there, paralyzed. What about Adrien? He moved closer again, slower this time, she wondered if he was giving her the chance to move away. To stop before they started. What about Adrien? Her eyes flicked down to his lips for an instant before they snapped back up to be lost in his eyes again. She wondered if he'd seen. What about Adrien? He had. His breath caressed her cheek, eyes lidded. He was very close. What about Adrien? She felt Chat move in. What about… who She closed her eyes, and then there was Chat, lips slightly chapped but warm and insistent, pressing against hers and the rhythm felt so natural, so safe that the world vanished as he kissed her. He was everywhere all at once, his scent washed over her, expensive cologne and sweat, mixed in with leather and the smell of rain in summer.

What about Ladybug?

He pushed Ladybug firmly out of his mind as Marinette's hand found his cheek.

What about Adrien?

Her thoughts flitted to her classmate for a second before her mind was wiped clean by the feel of Chat's lips against hers.

He wrapped his long fingers around her waist, their position was too awkward to pull her to him but he had a desperate need to be closer. His fingers brushed the exposed skin between her shirt and pajamas and in the back of his mind he made a note to take his gloves off next time. Next time?

His hands tangled in her hair and he could smell the bakery, melted butter and sugar mixed with something else that he knew to be Marinette. Dimly he wondered if it was her perfume or shampoo, or maybe she always smelt like that.

She was holding him together, her lips pressed firmly against his, so there was no way known he could have felt the despair that moments ago threatened to shatter him.

She nearly lost her nerve when his tongue slid across his bottom lip. Nearly. Instead she titled her head back and let him slip his tongue past her lips. She grabbed his collar, his bell chimed and he grunted softly, low in her ears. His hands found her waist again and he tugged her almost roughly onto his lap, so she was straddling him. Better. One of her hands timidly ran through his hair, carefully avoiding his ears. It was softer than she thought, for some reason she expected it to be spiky or stiff with gel, but it was clean and silky. Strong hands slid down her sides and gripped her hips. He felt her shift with discomfort when his claws dug into her so he changed his grip, instead flattening his palms over her the front of her stomach so he could feel the taut sinew of her through his gloves. She trailed her hands down the side of his face and cupped his cheeks in her hands, thumbs brushing over the cheekbones hidden by the mask. He was holding her together, stopping her from falling apart, his hands caressing her so gently that she knew this was how he would touch his lover.

He couldn't quite understand how he was finding his way around her so easily or how her hands seemed to already know the contours of his face like a map. He'd never kissed anyone before and in the back of his mind, his subconscious was marveling that he hadn't slobbered all over her yet. Kissing Marinette was easy, in the sense that it felt like a routine, something he did everyday, like brushing his teeth or getting dressed. Or undressed. Adrien don't you dare think about that now.

Their combined loneliness and heartache tore at them, screaming at them to take more. They moved with an unnatural synchronization. As though this was routine. Lips became desperate and pleading. Infatuated. Intoxicated. She felt a hand at the back of her neck, tipping her head backwards and for a moment she wished she wasn't so small, his frame towered over her, even in their current position, and she felt an insatiable desire to push him down, to be bigger than him. His hands traced the curve of her neck before he curled his fingers in her hair again and she wished his hands were bare.

He could feel her pushing against him and he pulled her closer, bodies flush against one another as they fought for control. Marinette lost very quickly and contented herself by sliding her hands down his neck and shoulders to stopping on his felt his claws skim her bare stomach and hip, and she made a noise in the back of her throat that if it were any other situation, would have left her frozen in embarrassment. As it were, his hand had discovered her bare skin between her shirt and her pajama bottoms and he seemed to relish in his new discovery, she could feel his grin against her lips at her involuntary vocalization. Chat shifted nervously as he felt his suit began to become uncomfortable. He hoped she didn't notice, they were pressed together very intimately and one wrong move could make this situation very embarrassing.

Marinette broke for air panting, Chat's lips ghosted her neck and she shivered. She felt his lips press against her skin, leaving a trail of warm kisses that made her skin tingle. His lips traced a path up her neck, across her jaw and down again and when he reached the junction of her neck and jaw for the second time he sunk his teeth into her flesh. Pain shot through her and her body jerked in surprise, but his lips returned and she felt his tongue and lips tracing over the spot in a hypnotic apology. Reason left her as she sighed his name in satisfaction, her small hands gripping his biceps tightly as he smirked against her neck, still working at her skin. One of her hands found his hair again and she gripped his hair in her fist, arching up to his lips as he continued to lavish attention on the spot on her neck. Soon Marinette felt impatient, her breath had returned and his lips were too far away from hers. Before she could reconnect their lips a truck backfired. Her spine snapped straight, eyes widening in horror. Her entire face reddened with embarrassment. The spell had broken.

"Oh." She breathed. I kissed… Oh my god.

He stared at her, their faces a breath apart. He hesitated, unsure if he should flee or kiss her again. Her bright eyes were wide with panic, lips perfectly swollen and his hair was still tangled in her fist. I kissed Marinette. As CHAT. … … … Will she let me do it again?

Marinette scrambled to detangle herself from his embrace, but he was not ready to relinquish his hold on her yet. He wanted to kiss her again.

"I'm so sorry. I-"

He brushed his lips against her warm cheek impulsively. She froze. Blue met green and the night faded away into nothing behind them. She lowered her gaze to his lips again. She paused for a moment before imperceptibly shifting closer, leaning into him, their noses brushed and Marinette licked her lips, the tip of her tongue brushing against Chat's cheek, sending a thrill down his spine as the sinful part of him demanded that he find out exactly what she could do with her tongue. As he moved to give in to the temptation that was Marinette, he felt Plagg nudge him in his mind, a threat to revoke the transformation. He swore internally, he absolutely could not let her find out he was Adrien. Not after that. She was already petrified of him, he didn't want to give her another reason to be afraid.

"I… I have to go." He breathed. His breath warmed her face and something coiled in the pit of her gut, preparing to pounce.

"Uh." She said dumbly. He let go of her waist and his hands glided down her arms, taking a gentle hold of her wrists. She stood quickly and he followed, standing very, very close, and did not let go. Marinette could only stare. She had kissed Chat. Chat. And… it hadn't been bad. She'd quite enjoyed it actually. And he had kissed her. And his lips had been so sinfully delightful and his hands were so gentle and why was he leaving when she wanted him to kiss her again? Didn't he have any manners.

"Did I scare you?" He asked softly. It took her a moment to regain her speech, his index finger was lazily drawing lines across her palm and she couldn't quite remember how to breathe. Plagg nudged harder, and Adrien knew he would be in trouble when he got home.

"I really have to go. I'm sorry." He kissed the inside of her wrist and leapt away, dissolving into the shadows. Marinette sunk to the ground of the terrace. The feelings for Chat that she'd been determined to squash had flared up without her consent and now she was sure she had feelings for him. She winced at the word 'feelings' as though it were dirty and venomous, but then again, wasn't it? And now he had disappeared, most likely either satisfied that he'd gotten what he wanted or so ashamed that he'd kissed someone as ordinary as her that he had to leave immediately.


Plagg released the transformation before Adrien's feet touched the ground of his bedroom. As a result, instead of a smooth landing, Adrien tumbled head first onto his couch, face down. He lay there, unable to move and he groaned and massaged his face with his hand as he replayed the events that had just taken place. He'd kissed-no, made out with Marinette. As Chat Noir. And she, he paused, a grin slipping onto his face as he remembered the way she'd breathed his name. No! Bad Adrien! He lay there, unmoving as Marinette's errant hands opened the flood gates to forbidden feelings and desires he had for his classmate. Her lips molded to his, her tongue stroking his as her hands trailed up his arms, nails scratching at that goddamned suit. Her rapid pulse under his lips as he worked the spot on her neck, she had been breathless, because of him.


Mari opened her eyes the next morning; she was already dreading patrol that night. How could she face him? He wouldn't know it was her… But she would know. She would not be able to avoid the shame that came with Chat's kisses and then his flight shortly after. She would know he kissed her as a civilian and that he'd run away shortly afterwards.

She rolled over, careful to avoid crushing Tikki (who, to Marinette's surprise was utterly delighted with last night's events) and saw a pink Carnation in a glass of water sitting on her bedside table. She bolted upright and snatched up the note in her mother's handwriting.

A blonde boy dropped this off this morning. He was very cute, but I'm very sad that you didn't tell your own mother that you have a boyfriend :(


Please take my laptop away from me and seal it in the depths of hell.

The symbolism of the pink carnation;
Gratitude, affection or longing. Please send help bc holy shit.

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