"the moth's apprentice" chat noir x y/n

Adrien

(Was that enough smut before tragedy, or no?) 

The calm after the storm comes like a welcome breeze in a hot desert. Though, in this case it was more like the break in the middle of the storm. You can always tell when there's time to breathe; to let go and embrace the calm. Sometimes the calm doesn't last long enough to get a proper breath, but we try all the same. 

Adrien's fingers traced lazy circles on my palm. I lay in between his legs, propped up with one arm across his chest. His face was barely visible in the dark, but I could see the strong outline of his jaw and the hint of his cheekbones. His hair hung low over his face, framing his features like a painting. 

I made sure to keep my Miraculous well hidden, excusing myself to the bathroom to stow it away in a hidden compartment in my cupboard. It was too risky to wear it — because of how recognizable it was. 

"You know something?" Adrien breathed, his voice coming out quietly in the dark. 

"What?" 

"I'm getting deja vu." He straightened up slightly, the covers of the bed adjusting around my hips with his movement. "But that's impossible, right?" Adrien's hand moved from my palm to the small of my back, where it fit perfectly. 

I smirked up at him. "Dreamed about this moment a lot, have you?" 

Adrien rolled his eyes. "I bet you have." 

"You have no idea." 

There was something of a comfortable amount of silence between the two of us. Despite how it sounded, I enjoyed the silence. However much I liked talking to him, the quiet was a reminder of the way we fit. There wasn't any need for awkward conversation. 

It also gave me time to gather my thoughts. 

Like fuck, was he good at well —- that exactly. 

I didn't wonder how he got to be that good at it, just prayed that it came from a lonely childhood with too much access to unrestricted technology. 

No, but Adrien — and Chat Noir — their ragingly hormonal personalities had flirted with, or pulled half of Paris. Chat Noir alone was the main source of arousal on the female internet. 

Like, there was a poll of most searched for, and Chat Noir shirtless was the top of the list. 

Of course shirtless implied that he was maskless as well, but the main focus was on his other features — face disregarded of any importance. 

"What are you thinking about?" Adrien touched the side of my face gently. He had a slow smile that was so suggestive I might as well have been saying all my thoughts out loud. Adrien tipped his head to the side. 

"Chat Noir," I said honestly. 

"What?" 

"Nevermind." 

"No, tell me." 

"Like...okay—" I paused, "—do you ever wonder who he is under that mask? Is he our age? Is he old? Is he young? Do you know how many people want to sleep with him, not knowing how old he is? I wonder if he's that worth the hype." 

"Well you just slept with him, so you tell me." Adrien mumbled something under his breath that I had to pretend I didn't hear. 

I cleared my throat. "What was that?" 

"Nothing." 

Of course I didn't want him to freak out thinking that I was harboring a secret obsession with Chat Noir (which, if you think about it I kind of was). But with all the knowledge that I possessed it was too easy to mess with him. 

I shrugged, which was difficult in my current position. My elbow started to cramp so I sat up, shifting so that I was sitting directly on his lap. Just that amount of contact made Adrien's face change a certain way. 

It was a provocative thing to do, gently pressing my hips forward, the pressure exactly where it shouldn't have been. 

"I don't think about him though," I blurted. 

Adrien raised an eyebrow. "What?" 

"Chat Noir, I mean," I flustered, blowing a loose strand of hair away from my face. "I just mean..."  

Adrien cut me off, pulling my head towards his and stopping my words with a kiss. When he finally pulled away, I was slightly more breathless. 

"I wouldn't blame you if you did think about Chat Noir," Adrien leaned back nonchalantly. He blinked a couple of times, long eyelashes highlighting his green eyes in the dim light. "He's kind of hot." 

I stifled a laugh. 

"Of course you would say that."

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- saylar