A/N: Part of the Hot Mess Challenge. Week 2: ""Touch, taste, sight, sound, and smell. Tell your story using all five senses."

Well, dang.

Chat Noir and Ladybug were trapped.

The good news? They had stumbled into one of the akuma's runaway traps while running to the sewer to take a breather, so the villain hadn't been nearby to realize they had been caught.

The bad news? They were stuck in a closet-sized bubble designed to bring together people the villain had wanted to match up.

Chat Noir had only the villain's endless monologue about trying to set up her daughter with someone to go by, as the bubbles all went dark as they caught unsuspecting duos. He assumed they did no more than force a close proximity.

"Well, my lady, I know I'm quite irresistible, but perhaps we should have waited for after defeating the akuma to lock ourselves together."

Ladybug rolled her eyes at him. "Enough with the jokes, Chat, and help me find a way out of here."

The area was just too short to stand up in, so Chat had to lean down as he moved around the space. Chat tested out the walls, searching for any possible way out, just as his partner did the same. The space was rather small, so they tried not to bump into one another.

Finally, Ladybug sighed in frustration, turning around to slide down the wall. "You find anything, Chat?"

Though their view of the outside world had disappeared, some light remained inside, allowing them to see one another. "Nothing here. Want me to try my Cataclysm?"

She hesitated, and he understood why. Though he was 18, he still hadn't fully grown into the ability to use his power without transforming back after five minutes. Sometimes he managed it; sometimes he did not. "If it doesn't work, then you'll be forced to detransform. Rena and Carapace are still out there; let's see if we can wait it out before trying. If they defeat her, the barrier should disappear."

Chat nodded, sitting down opposite her. "Guess it's just a waiting game then."

They chatted idly for several minutes before lapsing into silence.

He suddenly became aware of just how close they were, separated by only a couple feet. Usually he was pretty good about keeping the love he held for his partner to himself, knowing that they worked best when he wasn't acting like a lovesick fool around her. Plus, she didn't return his feelings–at least, as far as he knew.

At the moment, however, being in close proximity to her with nothing to be preoccupied with was making it difficult not to think about her. For some reason, he felt like his vision was slowly sharpening, the lines of her suit coming into clearer focus. He could see with startling definition the way the red and black spotted spandex clung to her, sliding along the curve of her hips to taper in at her waist, only slightly bunching up due to the way she was sitting, before stretching to cover the perfect curves of her chest. In fact, he could almost see the spots where –

He gulped, looking away. Now was not the time to be distracted by his partner's beauty. He couldn't afford to let his own body react, as there was nowhere to hide in their confined space.

In his effort to keep his gaze above her chest, however, Chat caught sight of her face, and felt surprise bolt through him.

She was, quite obviously, ogling him. She had a look of slight awe on her face as her eyes wandered down his form, lingering on his torso before continuing lower. There was a hunger to her gaze that had definitely never been there before.

Damn.

Chat immediately pulled his legs up in an attempt to hide the results of the rush that swept through him at that look.

Startled by his movement, Ladybug squeaked, her eyes snapping back up to his as a look of mortification crossed over her. "I'm sorry!" A blush blossomed beneath her mask, red spreading across her cheeks like a drop of paint in water. Chat watched in fascination, momentarily distracted by the vivid color, before meeting her eyes again.

Multiple responses danced on the tip of his tongue. "Like what you see?" "Enjoying the view?" "Cat got your tongue?"

However, Chat felt completely off balance by the sight of her. What came out instead was the decidedly non-flirtatious response of, "Something weird's going on."

Ladybug looked away from him, still looking embarrassed. Chat didn't want to ask, but he wanted to give Ladybug an out. He cleared his throat. "It's messing with our emotions, right?" He didn't really believe that, not for himself, at least, but he expected Ladybug to jump on the possibility.

Instead, she looked back at him square on, something strangely stubborn in her gaze. After a few seconds of Chat definitely not getting literally lost in her eyes thanks to his strange enhanced vision, Ladybug spoke up. "No, I don't think so. My vision seems like it's sharpening, that's all."

"Ah, yeah, mine too." He looked pointedly away from her, despite wanting to continue staring into the beautiful swirling shades of blue in her eyes. God, he knew she was gorgeous, having admired her many times before during their time spent on patrols together, but being confronted with that in high definition was beginning to drive him wild. He willed his body not to react.

Something else began to happen.

The sounds of her heartbeat came into focus, a rapid pulse that seemed to be quicker than their current seated state would require. Suddenly, he could hearthe soft inhales and exhales of her breath, and could tell the moment her breathing hitched.

Which meant she almost definitely could hear how fast his own heart was racing at the sight of her.

He couldn't help darting his eyes over at her once again.

That was a mistake.

Her eyes were wide as they met his, her mouth parted in an enticing way as her breathing picked up.

Shit.

He had to stifle a groan as his blood continued to rush downwards. Why did he have to be so hopelessly in love with her that merely the sight of her and sound of her breathing would turn him on?

"I'm sorry, my lady," he managed to croak out, trying not to shift again and bring her attention to the fact that part of him was in fact coming to attention. He quieted to a whisper as the sound of his own voice seemed similarly amplified. "I know you've never felt the same way for me as I you, and I'm trying not to let whatever is happening affect me, but I'm having a bit of a hard time over here." He let out a strained grin at her, but she didn't seem to have honed in on his joke.

Instead, she was watching him with a hint of confusion. "You…think I don't feel the same way about you?"

Chat's jaw dropped. "I–what? You're just talking about right now? I'm not sure you can trust –"

She cut him off with a shake of her head. "No. I mean before today. I thought I was being obvious, and that we were on the same page that Hawk Moth was the only thing in our way."

Her whispered words were like grenades, exploding upon impact and leaving him stunned.

He most certainly had not been on the same page.

But did she have to go and tell him this right now, while he was doing everything he could to keep from touching her?

A sound escaped him as he dropped his face into his hands. It helped to block out the visual of her, but he could still hear her beating heart, her bated breaths.

Apparently alarmed, Ladybug rushed to clarify, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make this more difficult. Obviously, we need to do our best to be prepared for the akuma to show up, or for Rena to let us out. –oh–"

Chat couldn't help but snap his eyes back open at the sound, lifting his head to see her mouth open and her gaze on his lap, his suit doing a very poor job of hiding the way he was straining against the fabric.

Great, he thought, now I've gone and made her uncomfortable.

Like someone was messing with the volume knob on his senses, his enhanced vision began to go in and out, and something new began to hit him. It took him a few seconds to realize his sense of smell was being targeted next.

He could smell the saltiness of their sweat from the fight, as well as…as…

…What was that?

Something heady and intoxicating filled the room, the scent of which was threatening his control. At first, he thought it was merely a product of the room's influence, something created to entice him further, until his eyes were suddenly drawn down by the movement of Ladybug's legs, his wavering vision catching the subtle way her suit darkened at the apex of her thighs.

It hit him like a bolt of lightning, electrifying his already heightened senses.

He was smelling her arousal.

"Fuck." The curse tore from his mouth in a deep groan as his desire for her magnified, his breaths coming out in harsh gulps as he tried in vain to back away, the back wall thwarting him. His fists clenched tightly as he fought every instinct that screamed at him to go to her, to reduce the space between them to nothing at all.

His magnified hearing picked up the barely-there moan that escaped from Ladybug, followed by her own panting breaths. He shot her a desperate look; didn't she realize what those noises were doing to him?

She met his eyes, looking dazed. "Do it, Chat." For a wild second, he thought she was reading his mind and was asking him to come to her, but then she continued. "Use your power." She looked like she was struggling just as much as he was not to give in, her own desire clear in her eyes.

He didn't hesitate, calling his Cataclysm into his hand and slamming it against the wall next to him.

Nothing.

To top it off, his timer began to beep, indicating his countdown timer had started.

This was not good. He had five minutes now until he turned back into Adrien Agreste.

Ladybug's eyes were wide as they took him in, her breathing still ragged. "Maybe…maybe we should both turn around. That might…help? And then I won't see you when you detransform."

He was willing to try anything at this point.

Unfortunately, there wasn't quite enough space in the room, and they brushed against each other as they twisted around, before finally ending up back-to-back.

Each accidental touch further ignited him, and though it did help to not be looking at her straight on, that was only one of his senses obscured. The heat of her back against his began to work its way through him, until he realized that he could feel the coolness of the ground beneath him in a more pronounced way as well, his enhanced vision gone as the hearing began to flow in and out. He shivered as the sensation along his back radiated through him, each pulse shooting straight to his groin. He groaned again, holding himself rigid, determined to stay strong, to not –

Ladybug twisted around sharply, Chat able to match her only because of how focused he was on her every movement, and then her lips were on his in an explosion of sensation. She swallowed his moan as her mouth devoured him, any and all hesitation wiped away in a second. Her tongue tantalized him as it explored, sending shockwaves through his body.

She pushed him to the ground, straddling him as she continued to rain kisses down on him. His hips bucked up into hers, and when she ground down against him, he broke off from her mouth in a gasp. Her mouth immediately zeroed in on his neck as she kissed and nipped, licked and sucked, until he was in a frenzy, every touch magnified.

She let go of him suddenly, her whisper flowing across his neck, "Oh, how I can taste you, Chaton."

Her words were downright sinful. He could sense it then, too, and he knew he needed to take control, lest he find himself in an embarrassing situation of finishing that very moment.

In a fluid movement, he sat up, bringing her legs around him as he held her head with one hand to keep her from smacking into the wall behind them. He went for her mouth first, marveling at the taste of her, before moving to her neck. His teeth scraped along her skin there, and he used her gasps as indicators for where she liked his mouth to be, until she was trembling in his arms.

He shifted them both until she was lying beneath him on the ground. His hands wandered down her body; when his fingers grazed over her breast, she nearly came off the ground beneath him, her moaning gasp quieted by his lips on hers.

Ah. Sensitive, was she?

He released her mouth, leaning back to focus on her. He brought both hands down, thumbs mirroring one another as they swiped across the taut peaks of her nipples.

"Chat!" His name left her mouth in a moan, a plea as her body arched beneath him. He leaned down, letting his tongue dart out to tease the affected area, hoping she was sensitive enough to feel the touch even beneath the protective suit. Her reaction proved his hope was not in vain. "Oh my god, Chat." Her hips bucked, and then she threw her legs around him once again, pulling him to meet her.

White noise seemed to fill Chat's brain as the movement brought her heated core in contact with the length of him beneath his suit, and he had to fight not to rut against her like some sort of animal in heat. She seemed desperate for the friction, so once Chat had gained an ounce of control back, he reached his hand down, pressing his fingers against her.

Ladybug screamed.

It was probably a good thing their enhanced hearing had waned.

He watched with wide eyes as she came undone beneath him, her body writhing as she pressed against his fingers. The look of ecstasy on her face and the noises coming from her sent him over the edge he'd been trying so hard not to tip over. He groaned as his own pleasure pulsed through him, and he spent himself within his suit as he continued to caress her with his fingers. Her scream died down into soft repeated oh's that seemed to follow her down the endless wave that was hitting her. She finally stopped moving beneath him, her eyes closing.

That was when he noticed her tears.

Oh god, he'd made her cry.

He jerked himself out of the sated daze he'd begun to fall into and yanked his hand away, looking at her in panic. "My lady, what did I do? I'm so sorry, are you okay?"

Her eyes opened, and she let out a breathy laugh. "I am way more than okay, Chaton."

Without warning, his transformation gave out with a burst of green.

Adrien remained frozen above her, looking down and matching her wide-eyed look of shock at the abrupt change.

"...Adrien?" He couldn't interpret her tone, his brain feeling like mush as he tried to force it to get working again.

"Uh…" He glanced down suddenly with a wince, realizing he was still hard beneath the sweats he had been wearing when he had transformed.

Thankfully, the evidence of the mess he had made had disappeared along with his suit, though he grimaced at the thought of what Plagg was going to say to him when he got out of this.

Still, he scrambled to back away from her. As soon as he moved, however, Ladybug's hand snapped out to grab his arm, stopping him. The touch ricocheted up through him, and he shivered, still feeling sensitive. He met her eyes, seeing something like amazement shining through. "I can't believe it. I fell for you twice."

Adrien barely had time to process that bewildering, amazing, confusing statement before she leapt on him again, crashing her mouth into his in yet another tsunami of sensation.

Adrien felt as though he could drown in all the feelings coursing through him. The senses that were heightened began to vary, though only a few at any given time, each return of an old one a new wave that crashed over them.

He could smell her unique pheromones, hear the way a certain kiss to her neck affected her just so, feel every press of her body on his, taste her lips and that indefinable thing that made her her. When he opened his eyes, he could see every faint bruise he was leaving above the collar of her suit.

It wasn't surprising that he found himself bouncing back quite quickly. Not that they'd be doing a lot more; they couldn't exactly do much while she was still–

Ladybug wrenched away from him, a determined glint in her eyes as she suddenly cried out, "Tikki, spots off!"

If Adrien had been thinking clearly, his first reaction would have been to shut his eyes to block out the sight of her.

He was not, however, thinking clearly.

Thinking was apparently not one of the five senses so helpfully heightened in the room.

He was, of course, seeing quite clearly.

Sitting across from him, looking fiercely beautiful and altogether very much wrecked by desire, was his fellow classmate, Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

Now, let's be clear. Later, Adrien very much would be properly amazed by this discovery, that the girl he'd been friends with for four years – the one who he often had admired for her ability to handle herself in all situations, who had helped him to understand himself and his own desires for his future in multiple ways – had managed everything she did on top of hiding the fact that she was a kick-ass superhero in secret.

At the moment, however, Adrien was barely able to string two words together, what with the sensory onslaught on top of the bombshell of seeing Marinette in front of him.

Ladybug was one thing. Sure, he loved her, but she was almost solely in the realm of fantasy. Unattainable. Impossible.

Marinette was real. And she actually had feelings for him? Both sides of him?

Vague impressions of future possibilities flooded his already-overstimulated mind. Dates, marriage, pets, babies, all of it suddenly shoved outside of it's never going to happen box into the holy shit this stuff is suddenly an option box.

"Fuck, Marinette." He was on her in a second, those fleeting thoughts there and gone in a flash.

She kissed him back greedily before releasing his lips with a soft laugh. "Well, yes, that's the goal."

The two braincells he had left didn't make the connection until she pushed him down, and her hand grazed his cock that strained against his pants.

He groaned loudly, before he let out a hoarse, "Hold on."

She leapt back from him, looking suddenly stricken. "Oh, god, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pressure you, if you don't want to."

He snagged her hand to keep her from moving farther away, trying to catch his breath. "No, it's not a question of want. Believe me." His voice dipped lower on the last two words. "I just meant to say, maybe we should take a breather, just to make sure…to make sure you actually want that right now. Are you sure it's not just–" He gestured vaguely around them.

She took a deep breath of her own. "Okay. That's not a terrible idea. Let's take two minutes." Then she turned away from him, leaning her forehead against her knees. He forced himself to turn as well, leaning against her once again, thankful that touch amplification had died down for the moment.

He tried to breathe in and out, certain that she'd come to her senses by the end of this, and tried to stave off the disappointment he knew he didn't need to be feeling at the thought.

About a minute in, another thought hit him. "I don't have a condom on me."

He thought that would be the end of it, but he could hear her heartbeat pick up again at his statement. "I'm on the pill."

Oh.

Well then.

Focus, Adrien.

Another minute passed.

Slowly, he turned back around, not surprised to see Marinette looked much more composed.

She was the first one to speak. "How do you feel, Adrien?"

Uh…okay, so maybe he should have actually used his time more productively instead of bemoaning his lost chance like a hopeless moron.

He shifted, trying to come up with what to say. "I mean, my feelings for you haven't changed. But I understand if you think this isn't the best timing."

Her expression didn't change. "But were you okay with where things were going?"

He found he couldn't lie to her, even if it made him look like a cad. "Yes."

Her expression cracked, relief seeping through. "Okay, good. I'm not the only one then."

His jaw dropped. Swallowing hard, he said, "And…the akuma?"

She shrugged. "We're just Marinette and Adrien now, if she finds us."

Then, in what was quickly becoming a pattern, Marinette pounced on him.

Everywhere she touched him with her un-gloved hand felt electrified. Everywhere he touched her elicited moans that drove him wild. They tore off each other's shirts, hands exploring, eyes raking over the newly exposed skin. Adrien reached back to unclasp her bra, only to accidentally rip the hooks from the fabric in his haste.

"Sorry," he rasped out, though Marinette only moaned louder at the amplified sound of the ripping fabric.

…Noted.

The sight of her breasts bouncing free wiped his mind free of thoughts, and he reached a hand out to feel one, to hold the weight of it in his hand, before leaning down to capture a nipple in his mouth. Marinette's hands snaked into his hair, her nails scraping his scalp as she held him tightly against her as she gasped, and the combination of it all drove him crazy.

She pushed him back, and then they were rushing to remove the rest of their clothing.

Next time, he thought, next time, he'd make love to her.

This time, he ravished her.

Or, to be more accurate, she ravished him.

Divested of all barriers, Adrien had barely enough time to properly take in the sight of her before the need to have her became overwhelming, and he dug his fingers into her hips in encouragement. She positioned herself over him, and then suddenly, easily, he was inside her.

He shut his eyes with a groan, the feel of her clenched tightly around him the most amazing thing he'd ever felt.

And then she started moving.

Any remaining thoughts scattered to the wind as he found himself thrusting up to match her movements.

The moment he opened his eyes knew he was done for; she was a vision, head thrown back in passion as she rode him hard.

"God Marinette, I'm–"

He cut off with a groan. His heightened senses seemed to all hone in on that exact moment, numbing everything else around him while intensifying the sudden explosion of pleasure as he came inside her.

He didn't just see stars. He saw entire freaking galaxies.

It only lasted a few seconds, but those seconds felt like an eternity.

When he returned to himself, he looked up to see Marinette slowing down, biting her lip so hard he could smell the metallic hint of blood. "Oh my god, that was so hot." She seemed reluctant to stop, and he realized belatedly that she hadn't finished herself yet.

Now that wouldn't do.

He brought his hand up to her, finding the sensitive nub easily thanks to his current touch amplification, and thrust his hips up, still hard enough not to give up just yet.

Watching her come apart above him was his new favorite thing in the world. He wished he was a better artist and could capture the beauty of her as she gasped out his name.

Perhaps, if he had more of Luka's musical talent, he could compose a melody that expressed the emotions he was feeling as she opened her eyes, smiling down before sliding off of him to lay on his shoulder in the cramped space.

Their breathing began to even out, heartbeats slowing.

"That was…"

"Amazing," he finished. "World ending." He would have come up with a pun to add if his brain hadn't been fried. "It's almost unfair that this was our first time. I don't know how we can top this."

Marinette turned on his arm. "Hmm, I may have some ideas. But first, we need to get the butterfly miraculous back."

At first, he thought she meant they'd need to defeat Hawk Moth before they could be together again, and he twisted his head to give her a pout. But when he met her eyes, something sly gazed back at him.

He gasped in an exaggerated way. "My Lady. Are you suggesting we use a miraculous for personal reasons?"

She merely smiled sweetly up at him. "I think when we defeat him, maybe we deserve a reward."

Excitement filled him at the prospect. "Have I told you that you're my favorite superhero?"

She giggled. "Well, not today, you haven't."

They snuggled in together to wait.

Eventually, the bubble disappeared.

As had the akumatized villain, they discovered as they searched the city, eventually coming upon a flustered Rena Rouge and Carapace, who they found had also been caught.

Apparently, with no heroes to fight and unable to find either pair within the bubbles, Hawk Moth had finally given up and recalled his akuma, freeing all the trapped civilians.

Ladybug cast her lucky charm for the cure, and then Chat Noir followed her to their meeting spot.

They had a lot to discuss.

A/N: ...the idea that the butterfly miraculous would be reclaimed and then used quite...creatively, seems like it offers endless possibilities.

Definitely not very practiced in writing this type of fic, so hopefully this turned out decent! Let me know if you liked it with a review; I would really appreciate it!

This was in part inspired by Nedjemet's "A Line in the Sand."