"I can't believe you agreed to the photo shoot!" Marinette said, as she got ready in front of her vanity. "True, but I do love the mirror," Adrien said, ducking down checking his hair in the mirror. "And so does my handsome swoosh." "I'm not surprised," Marinette muttered. "Bet you told you your friend in the mirror the latest and greatest pun if I wasn't around." "M'lady, cats love to groom themselves. But how do you know if your doing a good job, unless you have a mirror."
"Oh, trust me. You'd know. You yap up a furball and come to me as Marinette for comfort," she smirked as Adrien jaw dropped. "You try coughing up a ball of fluff. Ugh." "Come on, let's go."
It was Ladybug who was nervous for the pictures. What if she had a clumsy moment and it was splashed all over the headlines?
At least the set was pretty. A cherry tree with blossoms had been painted onto a back wall, and two swings stood ready for them.
"Just act natural," the director told them. "Your at the playground swinging the scent of cherry blossoms in the air."
Ladybug sat down next to Cat on her swing, and he gave her a wink. Maybe this could be fun. She pumped her legs and her swing took off, yes, this was fun! Sand covered the base of the set, brushing their feet as the swings lowered.
"Yes, yes, beautiful both of-" a uncomfortable meow interrupted him. Ladybug froze, her swing coming to a stop. She recognized that meow. No, no, do not puke a hair ball here, she prayed. "What's wrong?" she hissed. "The sand," Cat moaned. "Cat, its just sand! Your not in the Sahara Desert!" "No, sand reminds of a litter box. I need to poop!"
With that unflattering statement, Cat rushed away, and Ladybug pasted a smile on her face. "He's fine. He just needed the bathroom," she told him. Guess the Cat instincts were kicking in today, literally!
"No worries, Ladybug. We can move on to the next set as we wait." "No, I'm here," Cat sprinted back in. "Feline better?" Ladybug giggled, and Cat grinned.
A gazebo sat in one of the next rooms, and Cat and Ladybug were instructed to go inside it, and when the music played, dance slowly. "When the music comes to a stop, Cat, give your Lady a kiss."
Cat's eyes gleamed. "Meow. I can do that." The music started and Cat held out his hands. Ladybug took them willingly. He was a goof, but she loved Cat, and wouldn't trade him for the world. Just as they were going in for the kiss, a tremendous crack of thunder and the sound of rain pounding on the roof. Cat grabbed Ladybug, leaping into her arms. Cat hated thunder, he always hid in the blanket with his tail out at home.
"Cat, heavy, oof!" Ladybug fell over, the heroes landing with a thud. Silence ruled for a moment, before they sat up, and begin to giggle. Which turned into laughter, followed by a sweet kiss.
"Cut and print!" the director called. "Instead of smiling for the camera, we kissed for the camera," Cat said, helping Ladybug to her feet. "That wasn't I planned, but that was sure was fun." "I could have done without the thunder though. Even if it was fake."
They strolled out of the building, holding hands. "I know a way to get your mind off thunder. Ice cream!"