Chat Noir X Reader: The Muse

Chapter 53: Ch. 33: Amor Victorius (Chat's/Adrien's POV)

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A/N: Waah, I can't believe I barely managed to finish this chapter for this month. In theory, POV chapters seem easier to write, but they can be a lot of work, especially one as big as this. Oof.

I think this chapter is one of the most scandalous of this story and I love it very much. It was a pleasure to write Adrien's and Chat's POV of it. I hope you guys like the chapter and that you're able to understand our charming hero's thoughts better! :) I'll be honest, writing some of his thoughts made my heart ache.

Thank you all for your comments and kudos, and a special thank you to those who made this chapter possible! Enjoy!

Glossary:
Désolé - sorry
Chérie - darling
Oh mon dieu - oh my god
merde, putain - shit, fuck (not literal)
Merci, mon ange. Merci - thank you, my angel, thank you

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Adrien's eyes fluttered open. He turned on the bed and lay on his back as he tried to recall the weird dream he was having just a moment ago, but then his gaze moved to the left, and the sight made him forget about the dream altogether. His artist lay by his side, the covers partially covering her bare body. Adrien's pulse quickened as he stared at her relaxed expression.

It had happened. It had finally happened.

He put his hands on his heating cheeks and smiled as he remembered what had happened last night.

Carefully, he held his hand above the curve of her back and brushed his fingers over her skin, following the shape of her body. She mumbled something in her sleep and he lifted his hand. He knew he shouldn't stay. He should leave before she woke up like he had done multiple times already, but this time it was much harder. He just had a taste of being completely intertwined with her and he wanted more, much more. If she woke up now, would it be so bad?

Yes, a little voice in his head said and his chest tightened. She doesn't like you as you.

"Are you just going to keep staring at her?" Plagg drawled the words as if he hadn't slept at all last night. "She might wake up."

Adrien sighed. If only she liked him too, they could have everything, they could have all the time in the world. He sat up, his face contorting in a grimace as his hand touched his ribs. They had healed but would probably still be an annoyance for the rest of the day or so.

When he arrived at the door, Adrien stopped and looked back at his love, still sleeping, unaware of the turmoil inside him. He really didn't want to leave her.

"She's going to wake up," Plagg hissed.

Adrien shook his head and walked to the living room. Weak sun rays were beginning to spread through the room, like fingers reaching for the remnants of the night that tried to hide. He wished he could watch the sunrise with her until both of their faces were warm and flushed. But instead, all he could do was write her a quick note and leave it in the kitchen.

He called the transformation as quietly as he could. At the edge of the balcony, he looked back at her window. The curtains were closed. I really want to stay.

You can't, another part of himself said.

Fine. Chat huffed and jumped off the balcony. With each step he gave on the roofs, he pushed away the sadness of not being able to be with the one he loved and replaced it with the memories of what had happened last night. Soon he was running, a grin plastered on his face. Some early risers stared at him as he jumped from building to building. It was probably because he was laughing. The day had just begun, the sky was gray, and Chat Noir was laughing.