A/N: With this drabble, it was only 70% done after I wrote it in the server. I added the other 30% whilst editing it on the doc and now it's a lot longer than it originally was supposed to be hahaha. Oh well. So basically, Ladybug figures out Chat Noir's identity because she's constantly staring at the lips of both sides of his alter-egos and becomes a bit of a tease~

Enjoy!


"It's like I've been awakened
Every rule I had you breakin'
It's the risk that I'm takin'
I ain't never gonna shut you out"

Halo - Beyoncé

Pairing - All sides of the square

Prompt - 'Tease'


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It took Chat Noir everything for his voice to not raise higher and higher in pitch as he tried his utmost best to continue the conversation, going on about his day without clueing in his civilian identity all whilst his Lady continued to watch him intently, her pretty sky blues rooted to his mouth wordlessly. Like he was a piece of a jigsaw puzzle or a lucky charm she needed to figure out as if her life and the rest of the world depended on it.

The feline boy self-consciously licked his lips, internally praying to all the gods out there (that were at least an ounce more reliant than Plagg the camembert glutton) to help him keep his cool. Hopefully, his lips weren't too chapped or bruised from all the anxious lip-biting he did this morning at school from worrying over Marinette for the umpteenth time (she tripped at least thirty-six times today no thanks to her sleep deprivation! Thirty-six times! How many bones would she have broken if he weren't there to catch her every single time!?).

Regardless of that, he always took good care of himself on a daily basis, especially his lips! And his wonderful Lady was still staring at him as if she was in some sort of a deep trance...

"Is...is there something on my face?" He finally asked timidly, his tan skin taking on a flustered strawberry-pink hue when he noticed just how small the gap was between them and how he could feel the magnetising heat of her body just mere inches away from his. Ladybug was quick to snap out of what ever stupor she was in, her face taking on the same embarrassed kissed rose colour as her partner's and her pupils constricting from panic.

"N-No! Nope! Zilch! Nada! Hahaha!" She took a couple of steps back, ignoring the arm he raised towards her as if he was silently wishing for her to come back to him(his kitten ears adorably plastered against his golden hair and his belt tail drooping against la Tour Eiffel's beam). "I just got lost in my thoughts, sorry, mon Chaton," Ladybug composed herself quickly but her complexion still held that pretty pink glow and it took everything for her Minou to not pepper her rosy cheeks with butterfly kisses to express all the love he holds for her.

He quietly sighed in relief, glad that his Lady was relatively back to normal(to some extent). He smiled charmingly and raised an amused brow under his mask, emerald greens twinkling with his standard mischief.

"Oh? What could have captivated my sweet Lady's mind as I was talking about my miaw-vellous day~?" He placed the tip of his baton onto the surface and leaned against the weapon as if he was a curious little schoolgirl, batting his long lashes and his faux tail swirling behind him with feline inquisitiveness.

The pleasant grin he wore was quick to drop to a frown the second his Lady went beet red instantaneously, her watery blues refocusing on his lips anew and a kettle-like high-pitched squeal escaping her tight-lipped mouth. He wouldn't have been surprised if steam started to seep out of her ears too.

And this mannerism was practically identical to his Princesse-

"It's nothing! Nothing you need to know- hahahaah! Well! Look at the time! Oh no- I totally should sleep right now- hahaha! See you, Chaton!" The flustered heroine didn't even get a chance to yo-yo away, her partner quickly clasping her hand with desperation (and she could have sworn that she heard a soft kitten-like mewl of protest leave his throat). Peering back over her shoulder slowly, audibly swallowing and trying her best to remain as calm as possible, her blues met her Chat Noir's greens.

"My Lady? Did...did I do something wrong? Or say something wrong? I'm sorry if I did...please don't go," He tightened his protective grip slightly over her tiny but hardworking hand but she was much more than capable of escaping his clutches with ease and darting away. The fact that she stayed and listened warmed up his pounding heart and the way her expression beautifully softened turned his entire being to goo. His Lady then smiled tenderly, turning her body back around to face him properly and placing their joint hands against her chest, all whilst her skin remained a brilliant sakura hue.

"Mon Chaton, don't worry. You didn't do anything wrong at all. I promise," She squeezed her fingers around his, her heart beating so fast against his gloved hand in a rhythm that matched his so wonderfully. "I just...it's just civilian stuff. I'll get over it. Don't ever think it's your fault, silly Chaton,"

And then, unexpectedly, she brought their joint hands to her plump, sugary lips, his knuckles grazing the supple flesh and she softly kissed the appendage. Chat Noir felt his entire body go from a flickering flame to a wild inferno immediately, his whole face and neck blooming with a red so prominent, it gave the heroine's suit a run for its money. His heart somersaulted inside his chest at high speeds and all the words on his tongue melted into nothing but a discombobulated, quiet whine.

"I'll stay just a little longer. After all, aren't you the one who's always on my case to go to sleep on time? Wouldn't want to let my partner down, would I?" She has virtually destroyed him. He was utterly wrecked. So, so wrecked. And all he could do was nod dumbly, a lopsided and dreamy smile resting on his lips that oozed with lovesickness and adoration without pulling any punches.

The very same lips that his Lady proceeded to glance at once again, only to smirk in a manner that would match his mischievous kwami's nature and not give him a single clue of what was going on through her mysterious yet spectacular mind.

'Oh, my Lady~!'

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Marinette was staring at him.

At him!

Adrien tried his best not to fidget too much on his seat, keeping himself occupied by finishing off his indistinguishable notes on his sheet of paper all whilst his heart soared blissfully. The person he absolutely adores and doubtlessly admires so, so much (shining under the same starlight that glitters over his Lady) was watching him! The very same girl he's always, always wanted to be closer with and bask in her presence was studying him rather than averting eye contact and keeping her distance like she usually does!

He wasn't surprised with the way the heat rushed to the apples of his cheeks and the second he bit his bottom lip, he could have sworn that he heard a light, airy sigh leave Marinette's pretty pink lips. By instinct, he finally looked up towards her on the opposite side of the small(so, so small) table they were seated on in the library, his curious sight capturing the wonderfully content and dreamy expression that his Princesse wore.

One hard-working hand resting on the side of her head, supported by her elbow. Her skin blooming with a beautiful shade of sakura and rose. Her baby blue eyes glittering under her dark fringe and resting their gaze on his frame. Her sweet, kissable lips shaped in a ghost of a smile.

Was it...was it because of him?

Someone as shy and quiet and awkward as...him...?

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"Marinette?" Her name left his mouth before he could think, the boy quick to curse himself as she automatically snapped out of her enchanted state and jumped in her seat like his alter ego's namesake. He hoped, hoped, hoped to death that she wouldn't run off with a silly excuse and leave him behind in her dust. That she wouldn't run away somewhere so far away that he could never find her again. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," He gently leaned in closer, their knees brushing under the table and his pleading hands resting on one of hers upon the surface.

Thankfully, for once, luck was on his side and she relaxed just a smidge under his warmth, averting eye contact from his brilliant greens and finding the chair near them more interesting. The sweet red on the apples of her cheeks remained and he felt her pulse thrumming under his touch, the boy wondering just why it was so fast.

"It's not your fault, Adrien. I-I-I shouldn't have zoned off." She wore a sheepish smile now, eyes closed and a cute chime of giggles leaving her enticing throat. "I bet you're wishing that Madame. Bustier chose someone else as your partner instead of me for this project," The blond had to push aside his momentary feeling of euphoria from the sounds of her laughs and use his singular working brain cell. He squeezed her hand with what he hoped was a comforting gesture.

"No way! I'm so happy that you're mine- I mean! Mine-my- my partner!" He leaned in even closer, his perfect teeth nibbling his bottom lip and his golden skin kissed with a lovely pink hue. "You have no idea how happy I was when we got paired together. I've always wanted to work with you and create something together..." Adrien confessed quietly, pleading his heart to calm down and praying to anything and everything that he wouldn't spook Marinette with his feelings. "Any time you zone off...I'm...more than happy to bring you back to the world, Marinette." He lowered his gaze, eyeing the way he rubbed circles on the back of Marinette's petite hand with his thumbs and then his greens met her blues once again.

"Oh," Her response wasn't anything louder than a delighted gasp but it was more than enough to keep the boy absolutely thrilled. Before he could say anything else, Adrien noted that she was eyeing his mouth in a manner that was practically identical to his Lady's scrutinising yesterday night. Forbidden truths and theories and hopes sewed themselves back together in his brain for the millionth time and-

"I'm glad," She snapped him out of his thoughts anew by mustering the courage to press her forehead against his gently, pretty blue eyes flickering from his peach pink lips to his curious greens and back. His heart was a hummingbird vibrating in his chest and hot flames coursed through his veins as the intensity within her eyes grew with an emotion that seemed to just suck him in and beckon him to give in to one of his many temptations.

She was only a breath away...

Maybe...

Just maybe...if he just leaned a little closer...

Much to his screaming silent dismay, the smart girl pulled away and took all the delicious warmth with her, an iconic and very familiar grin dancing on her face as she peered back at his lips one more time. Adrien was almost so sure that she knew for definite that he was currently a hot, flustered mess and she was eating it all up.

If he had his kitten ears right now, they would have been plastered against his hair out of pure embarrassment and perhaps be just as red as his real ears.

"Shall we get back to work?" His voice came out low and raw, clearly affected by the proximity and tension and the knowing twinkle in her eyes did not help matters at all. Tilting her head ever so slightly to the side, Marinette's smile grew and the warmth in her face increased by ten folds as if she was seeing all of him without an obstacle in her way.

"Whenever you're ready."

Little did he know how much effort it took for her tongue to keep down the 'mon Chaton' from slipping out...

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"M-M-Marinette!?" The way his voice left his throat as an embarrassing squeak had the feline hero's complexion redden to the point of no return, stray strands of his golden hair sticking up straight like an arrow and his heart beating a million miles per hour. Despite his inner(and outer) turmoil, Marinette acted as if he was just talking about the weather, smearing the residue of the sweet balm on her thumb after she swiped the digit against his lips without any warning.

"Oh, did I startle you?" She smiled almost too innocently, her sky blues burning with something mischievous and hungry, her pretty face gracefully tilted to the side in question. "I'm sorry, I thought there was something on your lips. I just didn't expect it to be...fruit-flavoured lip balm," There was something very knowing and very cheeky in her voice and it was driving Chat Noir absolutely crazy. "Strawberry too...my favourite." His lips wobbled and his heart was a jackhammer and despite their huge height difference, Marinette's presence alone felt like it was looming over him like a mountain!

"I-I-I-" He swallowed audibly, trying everything to regain back his composure and cleared his throat, coughing once, twice (maybe thrice) into his fist. "The cold air was making my lips a little chapped..." He lightly fibbed, averting eye contact but still able to see her laughing blues peering at his mouth through his peripheral vision and he couldn't help the petty scowl that plastered itself on his face, reminiscent of the odd grumpy cat or two. "So what?"

"Chat Noir," The heroine in disguise roamed closer towards the blushing catboy, her hands now behind her back and her rosy lips grinning like his namesake. "Are youly-iiiiiiing~?" They were now nose to nose and the boy found himself backed up against a brick wall, faux ears now lowered against his golden tresses as the feel of her deliciously sweet and warm breath against his mouth made his lips ache with the intense need to capture her lips.

However, instead of blindly following his urges like his heart begged him to, Chat Noir let out an awkward mewl that sounded like a tiny kitten trapped inside a box, making the girl try her utmost best to hold in her endeared snickers.

Oh, that little mouse! He absolutely refused to be teased like that!

"You know what? Yes, you're right!" This time, he leaned forward with determination, forehead pressing against hers in a manner that matched the moment they shared in the school library when he was guised as his shy, civilian self. His heart fluttered victoriously from the sight of the sweet bloom of pink on her soft cheeks and despite his desperate need to cradle her soft face within his hands, his claws remained rooted within the bricks of the wall behind him.

He childishly narrowed his eyes, not thinking through his words properly and then spoke.

"Maybe I was just keeping myself prepared in advance in case my Lady needs to or wants to kiss me again. Hmmph!" Though his voice cracked midway through his (truthful) declaration, the way Marinette's eyes glimmered with pure wonder and raw desire had the cogs turning within his one brain-celled mind anew and he was now one hundred and ten percent sure that his cunning Princesse was also his incredible La-

"Just your Lady?" The way Marinette batted her long lashes at him and pressed her fist against her lips was just so illegally cute, it consequently destroyed what ever working thought processes he had running through his shaken mind, causing him to finally slide down the wall and sink to his bum with a pitiful'miau' escaping his lips.

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He was so screwed and she KNEW it.

But did she care?

Non!

As if it wasn't enough that he was now a useless pile of patheticness with a window's error screen blasting in his brain, Marinette bent down to his level and sat on her haunches all whilst watching him with those devilish blue eyes of hers. She trailed a dainty finger from his cheek, down his jaw until the tip of it was tilting his chin towards her smug face so that they were merely a kiss apart.

"What if I want a kiss too, mon Chaton~?"

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"Chaton? Chat Noir? Oh no...how am I supposed to fight the akuma with you passed out like this- don't look at me like that Tikki! It's not my fault that he can only dish but can't take! Ugh...silly Chaton..."

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"You know, after saving you from that akuma, I was expecting anything but that face from you, Adrien," Ladybug giggled as she swung them both away from Le Papillon's latest puppet villain from rooftop to rooftop. It took everything for the heroine to not burst out into mad cackles from the way her good friend pouted childishly in her arms with his cheeks puffed up like a hamster and his spring green eyes twinkling with slight irritation. She got a low warning hum from him as a response as he furrowed his brows even further and continued to glower like a kitten who was refused its very well-deserved treat.

With a few more powerful leaps and impressive swings, Ladybug managed to get herself and Adrien to a secluded alleyway in a quiet area that was currently vacant of any civilians for the time being. Getting them both to their knees and crouching over the blond teen, Ladybug kept them hidden in the shadows so that the rampaging akuma couldn't get a glimpse of them as it ran by in pursuit of petty revenge (which in her opinion was quite justified since there was no need for Chloé Bourgeois to have poured rotten milk all over their head in the first place).

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It was only after a few seconds of waiting silently did Ladybug finally notice the hot, hot gaze that rested on her face, emeralds flickering from her own blues to her cold, rosy lips and back. The heroine clad in red then registered the suggestive position they were in with her strong arms caging Adrien against the wall, her hips a hair away from straddling his to the ground and the gap between their mouths just barely there.

She couldn't help but freeze at the moment, mesmerised by the intensity of his eyes and the way that every breath that left his parted lips was a frosty condensation that felt hotter than the blood that roared in her veins every time it hit her sensitive skin. It took her everything to not jump out of her suit the second his sharp nose gently grazed her softer one all whilst he watched her under his long, dark lashes.

"A-Adrien...?" Although the whisper of his name was audible, all that Ladybug could hear was her heart ricocheting inside her chest as if it was on fire. Her guised partner stayed silent as one of his hands made its way towards her face so that his piano fingers could tenderly cup her jaw and rub his thumb against her cheekbone. This time, Ladybug couldn't stop the way she physically trembled from his loving touch which started off as icy cold and softly grew warmer and warmer. A muted gasp was next to escape her mouth when his other hand firmly rested on the small of her back (making it arch oh so deliciously) and before she knew it-

He was leaning in closer...

And closer...

And closer...

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"Why are you just sitting still like that? I thought you wanted a kiss, Marinette."

The second that Ladybug comprehended his stupidly smug and very victorious tone, Adrien gingerly squished her face with the hand that was cradling her jaw so that her lips were automatically pursed and pressed a hot, searing kiss with his own lips. The taste of his sweet, sweet strawberry lip balm was more than enough to make her eyes flutter closed and grip the lapels of his winter jacket as she enthusiastically kissed back with as much passion and fervour as she could possibly muster.

It was messy.

It was clumsy.

But she loved every fucking second of it.

Her Chaton was absolutely merciless, nipping her bottom lip with the sharp of his teeth just so he can slip his tongue in as his fingers clawed on her back almost possessively. A small, tiny part of her mind had a feeling that maybe, just maybe, the kiss would have been a lot more gentle and perhaps shorter if it weren't for some of her shameless teasings lately. Especially when he was decked up as his alter-ego not too long ago.

Not that she was complaining.

The second Adrien tilted his face to a slight angle, Ladybug lost every single comprehensive thought within her brain and all that she could think about was him. His name, his face, his eyes, his lips, his everything. Him. Her Chaton, her Minou, her Chat Noir, her Adrien, her Prince, him. The softness and silkiness of his lips, the scorching feel of his fingers running through her hair as he tore off the ribbons, the delighted and pleased sighs of her name.

Oh, how she loves, loves, loves him.

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"And you thought that I can only dish it," Adrien chuckled against her beet-red throat, delivering the sweet butterfly kisses he's always wanted to shower the love of his life with and holding her close against his frame. When he pulled back to meet her gaze, the feline within him couldn't help but be unconditionally pleased with the flustered, thoroughly-kissed state his beloved partner was in. He didn't bother fighting off the delighted purr that rumbled through his chest like a happy kitten.

'I did that. I turned my smug, perfect Lady into a blushy mess. Hah! Take that, ma Buguinette!'

"I-I-I...you!" Ladybug finally snapped out of her enchanted stupor, the cogs in her brain now having the energy to move and piece together what just happened in the last five minutes or so. "You said my name! How- when- I mean!?" Unfortunately, words decided to abandon her once again so all that Ladybug could do was flop her head against her snickering partner's chest with a defeated and very, very embarrassed groan.

"Who knew that little ol' me can turn the amazing Ladybug as red as her suit~?" Adrien earned a well-deserved (and light) jab against his shoulder but it did nothing to affect the shit-eating grin that was virtually tattooed on his face. "Alright, alright. Unlike you, I can hold off the teasing for a little while~"

When Adrien stood them back up and sweetly moved her hands from her face, all whilst watching her with his beautiful, affectionate gaze with a smile full of devotion, Ladybug felt her heart rev back up to high speeds once again.

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Until his tender smile switched to a devilish, insufferable grin.

"Told ya you'd fall for me one day~"

"WHAT!? I! I! YOU-UUUUUUUUUUUUU! We have an akuma to fight! Hurry up and transform you, idiot!"

"This idiot got you undone in one kiss alone~"

"CHAT NOIR!?"

"Actually, right now I'm Adrien-"

"I'LL HANG YOU UPSIDE-DOWN ON THE TOWER EITHER WAY!"

"No you wouldn't~ because you love me~"

"UGHHHHHHH!"

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A/N: Would you know that I was thinking about fried chicken the whole time? I'll proofread the fic in 10 years' time.