Today was one of Cat Noir's favorite days. Sure, it was just another random Thursday, but there was one thing very special about Thursdays. Ladybug always made cookies on Thursdays, and Cat has hard as Cat tried, she always told him they were for someone else.
But that didn't stop Cat from trying. He twirled a pink rose, entering their hideout with the small of chocolate hanging in the air. Oh, that smelled good.
"My Lady," he sang walking into the kitchen. Ladybug's back was turned to him, as she rolled dough out on the counter. "No," she answered. Cat pouted, lip jutting out. Ladybug knew what he was up to. "Bugaboo," he tried. He made his eyes all big, blinking slowly. "Still no," came the reply.
Hm, this would be harder then he thought. Cat walked around the counter, smiling and showing his dimples. "My biggest fan…." Ladybug looked up. "Love, you know these cookies aren't for you. Look, we can get a snack later all right?"
Swish, swish, went Cat's tail. Ladybug looked up sharply, eyeing it. "What are you up to?" "Nothing," he said, coming round and ruffling her hair. "Cat, if you try one more time, I will release my wrath."
"Sweet cheeks," Cat sang. Ladybug dropped spoon into her mixing bowl. That's it, this ball of fluff had gone to far. "Cat," she turned, teeth clenched, blue fire burning in her eyes. "For the last time, you cannot eat the cookie batter!"
"Aw," Cat sniffed, lower lip jutting out. Stay strong, stay strong, Ladybug chanted to herself. Resist the cuteness. But she hated seeing him so sad. "Okay, one cookie," she relented. "Now, go take a nap, and I'll call you when…." Ladybug's voice trailed off as Cat was already gone.
Cat sighed happily, curling up on the couch. He'd love more then one cookie, but he'd take what he could get.