MLB BELONGS TO THOMAS ASTRUC NOT ME. OBVIOUSLY.

Chat's lips were on hers. After so many years of wondering if she'd made it out alright- if she was doing just fine without him, like he hoped. And here she was, lovely as ever. No mask, no rejection.

His tongue ran along her bottom lip, begged her for entrance, to which she kindly obliged. Their tongues battled for dominance as frantic hands searched every inch of skin possible. Pushing her against the wall, he hiked her dress up her thigh, trailing a hand along the back of her leg. She shivered against him, making his head spin. They walked down the hall together, never breaking apart, where she pushed open a door. The back of his legs hit something- a bed- and he landed on his back. Chat sat up, pulling her into his lap.

She pulled away for a minute and searched his eyes. He gazed back into her eyes, confused, but still pouring love into his gaze. All of his fears and doubts, how much he had missed her. A tear formed in her eye. At the sight, his eyes grew foggy with unshed tears. Chat reached up and wiped away her tear as it escaped her eye. He hiccuped and brought her lips to his again. A more passionate moment was suspended in the room. More tears ran down their faces, mixing the taste of each other with salt. Both hearts breaking and thriving stronger than ever all at once. All they knew was how much they had needed each other. And for so long. He had been a walking shell of his younger self until he saw her eyes in the corner of the club.

The kisses became shorter, he whispered to her in between. Small apologies- "I'm so sorry." He'd kiss her lips. "So sorry." He'd kiss away a tear. They sniffled and hiccuped, reduced to crying messes, both clinging to the other. She smiled as she pulled away, laughing slightly. "I'm sorry, Chaton." She said, trying to wipe away his tears. "I've missed you so much." She whispered, gazing into his watery green eyes. "I'm sorry I couldn't talk to you." He said, his voice cracking. "I thought you were better off without me. I told Plagg not to let me talk to you. So he cut off connection, and even when I begged him to let me call you- to find any way- he couldn't." His eyes trailed away, ashamedly.

She brought his eyes back to hers with a finger under his chin. "It's okay." She kissed his forehead. "I forgive you." She kissed his nose. "I love you." She kissed his lips, waiting to see if he'd pull away and tell her he didn't love her back. Instead, the kiss was returned with fiery passion. Heat ignited in between the two as their lips danced. Her fingers unbuttoned his black vest, then went to work on his white dress shirt. He found the zipper on her dress, pulling it down before slipping the thin straps off her bare shoulders. He slid her dress over her hips and down her legs onto the floor with his shirt and vest. Her hands explored his chest, shoulders, stomach, back. He traced scars on her chest and back, knowing how she got each and every one. She had few compared to him. They both sighed in unison. They laughed, and it was such a perfect moment. "God, how could I have lived without you?" Marinette whispered. He shook his head.

"I haven't lived a day since I last saw you. I'm sorry." He dipped his head to the crook of her neck and nuzzled his cold wet nose against her skin. She shivered against the touch, hands automatically drawing through his hair. He groaned and kissed her collarbone and made his way up to her jaw with a trail of kisses. He sucked there, hard enough to leave a bruise. She gasped at the feeling, but it was immediately ebbed away by his tongue running over the mark. He travelled her neck and chest, leaving bruises of assorted sizes. She tugged his head back by his hair so his lips were open for claim. Both their minds were high on each other, too distracted to notice the two kwami slipping away into another room. The tension in the air was suffocating, but Chat felt like he'd never breathed until then; he was such a jumbled mess of emotions that he couldn't control himself. His whole world was in his arms once again and his mind and body screamed 'mine mine mine' like if he claimed her and had a physical reminder that this was real, maybe he wouldn't lose her again. God he wished he'd never lose her again. Pouring as much passion into their kiss as they could sent the clear message that they were thinking the same thing.

Suddenly, a scream rang throughout the streets. They both pulled away, heads whipping to look at the window. Chat groaned disappointedly, while Marinette sighed. They exchanged a glance, a thousand words exchanged in one second before they both called for their transformations.

The kwami zoomed through the house, caught off guard. Not having enough time to phase through the door, Plagg ran right into it, while Tikki noticed his mistake and phased through. Plagg growled as he phased through the door about how much cheese he deserved for putting up with his chosen. Ladybug covered her mouth to his her giggles at the pair. The kwami openly glared at her partner while he gave a 'sorry-not-sorry' smirk to the cat deity. "Plagg, Claws Out!" He called again. Green light filled the room and disappeared to reveal Chat Noir. Mari had to admit, while he'd grown into a man, his suit definitely, well, suited him. Her roaming thoughts were interrupted by his outstretched hand. "Ready to go, My Lady?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow. She bit her lip and nodded, taking his hand.

He wrapped an arm around her waist, opened the window, and jumped. Startled, Ladybug tightened her grip and wrapped a leg around his thigh. He extended his staff and retracted it slowly as they fell to slow them down. They met the ground softly, him coughing lightly, blushing. She, however, was in business mode. Marinette scanned the street, keeping a keen eye out for movement. It had been years since she'd seen an akuma, and she hoped it had been the last. "Check the alleys, it could be a mugger," and with a quick nod from him, they were off. The alleys came up clear, the streets were empty, the sky was twinkling full of stars, and there was no sign of screaming, until-

"LB!" Chat cried. Her head shot toward the noise to find Chat jumping down into an alley. She followed after, dropping in to find Chat battling someone dressed in all black, and a girl cowering in the corner. Using her yoyo, she tripped up the attacker and gave Chat the upper hand to thoroughly beat the guy's ass. Ladybug ran over to the girl and picked her up- she could only be twelve- before swinging up onto a roof, far away from the alley. The girl was sobbing and shaking insanely. The only thing she could do was hold the girl tight and hope she would get some answers about what had happened in that alley. He hadn't..? No- no I wouldn't have... what if h-he... she couldn't even think of the awful word.

After a while, Ladybug got a call from Chat, asking if he wanted her over with them, which she said yes to. He showed up with the barely rising sun, finally coaxing the girl off of his partner. She started crying when she explained how she'd been walking home from a friends house, when a man grabbed her from behind and pulled her into the alley. She'd escaped and screamed for help, making it a few blocks before he caught up to her. He said he was going to kill her if she tried to scream again. He was about to lift her skirt when Chat Noir showed up and punched him. Chat was the one who had to comfort the small girl, Ladybug was still trying to make sense of things. Not only did it bother her that she'd been that close to something so awful, it was that...

The little girl, was Manon.

Marinette shivered. She was burrowed beneath about five blankets next to Chat. They'd gotten caught in the rain again trying to get back from taking Manon to the police and then home. A movie was playing, but she wasn't really watching it. She could only try to grasp a thought out of the tornado of then swirling in her head before she tried at another. "LB?.. Hey, Lady, can you hear me?" She was shaken by Chat's voice. He'd been trying to get her attention for a while. "Look, I know you're thinking about that girl. Do you wan to talk about it?" She just shook her head and buried her face in her chest.

"I'm sorry Chaton, I just- I knew that girl. I used to babysit her when I was, like, fifteen. And seeing her so close to something so awful is just blowing my mind." She admitted sadly.

Chat sighed. "M'Lady, I'm sorry. I really wish that our world was t the way it is, but the only thing we can do is keep up our work and one day we won't have to worry about girls walking on the streets. So keep fighting the fight with me, we make a difference."

"Thank you, Chaton." She whispered.

HI! Sorry this took so long I was on vacay and then hurt my arm really bad. Might've sprained something, so I'm sorry if chapters come in slowly, also it's super late so tell me if there's things I need to fix. Review, it helps so much, and thank you for those amazing comments before!

~Cattyclam:3