The Passion of Miraculous

Chapter 8: The Secret

She looked up at his eyes and then back down, avoiding his dreamy gaze. He put his hand on her cheek and slowly moved her face upwards so she was looking at him again. He peered into her deep blue eyes, wondering what her response might be.

She didn't want to go on a date with Adrien. She wanted to be with Chatnoir. She never properly thanked him for saving her life weeks ago. She wanted him to keep kissing her neck, but she didn't know how to say that.

"Maybe I have a few minutes." She whispered with a smile.

"Good." He whispered back in her ear, sending chills down her spine. He leaned in for a kiss but stopped short of a few inches just to be able to hear her heavy breathing of anticipation. His hand that was once cupping her cheek had run down her naked back until it hit the start of the dress. He pulled her in close, and she nearly lunged in for a kiss but composed herself. She wanted him to make the first move.

But he didn't, instead, he pressed her back closer to him so that their chests met, and with his other hand, he grabbed hers and held it up.

"Have I taught you to dance yet, M'lady?"

She laughed in surprise. "Haha Chat! No, you have not yet taught me to dance, probably because I'm really bad at it." Her smile almost distracted him from his plan, but he refocused and put on her record player.

"I doubt that."

An upbeat jazz song played in the background as he swung Marinette around. She was laughing so hard she could hardly keep up with his moves.

"Okay! Now twirl in and out."

"No way I can do that Chat. I'm way too clumsy."

"I'll catch you!" He said back with a smile, and before she could argue, he spun her out.

"Wait! I'm not rea-" Marinette stumbled into his arms, laughing.

"I told you, Chat, I'm not a good dancer." Marinette said, and embarrassed by her lack of rhythm, stepped back to fix her hair and take a break.

Chat looked through her records before finding a different song, something slower, and started to play it. The romantic feeling of the song seemed more of Marinette's style. He reached out a hand to her, and she took it.

He pulled her in, closer than before this time. She rested her head on his chest, swaying to the music.

"You know Chat," She said with her head still on his chest and the two rocking back and forth slowly, "maybe I was wrong."

"About what?"

"About us. I haven't felt this way in so long."

He hadn't either. Being with her felt like nothing else in the world mattered. He would forget he was Chat, and just simply live in the moment with Marinette. He wondered how long this would last with her. Maybe the fact that Hawkmoth hadn't been attacking recently prevented her from becoming Ladybug as often, and everytime she was reminded of being Ladybug, she pushed the idea of the two of them together further away.

He stopped swaying for a moment which made her look up at him.

"Something wrong, Chat?"

He moved a piece of hair from her face so he could admire her full beauty.

"I'm sorry that I know you're Ladybug. But I'm so glad I do. I want to spend every night like this. The two of us, dancing. Or exploring the city. I would set up a picnic every single night for you if it made your heart happy."

She wanted to go further with him, to explore what he could do besides just kiss her. But she too wanted more dates, laughs, dances, and everything else a couple experiences. However, she was hesitant. She doesn't even know who Chat is under his mask.

"But I don't know who you are. Everytime I'm with you, I'm with Chat, and that is not your true identity."

"Why does it matter?" He asked, stroking her face lightly as she looked at him worriedly.

"Because it feels like I'm kissing a stranger. I'm kissing someone who I don't know. I only know Chat, and not you."

He sighed and shook his head.

"You do know me, Marinette. You just don't realize it."

She pushed away from him and looked at him angrily.

"I don't know you! And I can't believe myself. Kissing my partner who I don't truly know. This is ridiculous Chatnoir. We shouldn't be doing this. You might know me, but I have no idea who you even are! It's driving me crazy that you're a mystery. I want to do all these things with you but I just-I can't. How can I love Chatnoir if I can't love both sides of you?"

She turned away from him and crossed her hands. He looked at the ground, not knowing what to do.

"YOU KNOW ME! If I could just reveal myself, you would understand. We could do everything you dreamed."

"It's happened before. You turned into Chat Blanc. It was a nightmare." She said, tears forming In her eyes. 

"Pleas-"

"NO CHAT. I can't know. Alya will find out. People will know we are dating, they will know Marinette is dating. Imagine how that will hurt Luka."

"Marinette! But you DO know me! I-"

"CHAT. We can't!" She turned back away from him. 

He realized she wouldn't get the hint, but thought of a new idea. 

"What if we didn't tell anyone? What if we kept it a secret."

She bit her lip thinking about his suggestion. She turned around to look at him, and noticed his eyes were slightly teared up. She wanted to run and hug him, and tell him everything would be okay, but that's a promise she can't keep, and Marinette was afraid of seeming too obsessive over him. But, his idea could work.

"A secret?" She asked.

"Yes. Don't tell Alya, or your mom, or anyone. Just us."

He took a step closer and was now holding her hands.

"We could make it work, Marinette. And we could still be Ladybug and Chatnoir. Just think of the magical nights we will spend together. Think of all the laughs and smiles. I know you want to."

He leaned in closer, brushing her lips with his fingers as he neared closer to her ear.

 "I want to plan dates and stay up late, but I so badly want to pleasure you. Let me reveal myself so we can go further."

She took a deep breath thinking of all the things she wanted him to do to her. Their argument of love had suddenly turned sexual. 

"C'mon Marinette," he said, moving his hands down to her waist, "let me taste every inch of you."

Of course, the dates were appealing, but what she truly wanted was to do more than just kiss. Every ounce of her wanted to know who was behind that mask. Who she was truly kissing. 

She nodded, and he stepped back to release Plagg.

"Plagg, claws in."