Superheroes & Sweethearts

5

"M'lady, would you ever want to travel?" Chat asks me, his voice soft.

I shrug, "I've always wanted to go to New York, but Paris will always be where I return to."

He's quiet for a few moments, "Do you think you could do all this without me?" He asks, motioning to the bright city lights and the dark sky.

"What? No, of course not. You're my partner." He's quiet for a while longer. "Why are you asking me this?"

I watch as Chat swallows, his muscles tense. "My father," He pauses, "my father wants me to go on a trip. 6 months. 12 countries." He tilts his head back, looking up at the stars above us. "I don't want to, I have too much here."

I sit up a bit straighter as his words sink in. I'd be alone without Chat noir for 6 months.

"You're here." he speaks softly. My eyes flick to him, finding him already looking at me. "I can't leave you here to protect Paris on your own."

Chat has told me about how strict his father is, several times. We confide in each other but keep out some details. I know he can't just say "no, I don't want to go." 

I sigh. "Why does he want you to travel?"

He looks away for a second, "I don't think I can tell you. Secret identities have to remain secret, right?"

I look away this time.

Chat sighs, "I work for my fathers company. It would be like a business trip, increase profit blah blah blah." He rolls his eyes. His description is enough for me to understand.

"Perhaps you can shorten the trip. 2 or 3 months instead. A lot more flights though, short time in each country-"

"M'lady." I look over to him as he leans back and rests on his elbows. "You know I can't do that. I have no room to compromise."

I chew on my lower lip. "I'll have to fight these villains alone? For 6 months?"

"I'm afraid so." His voice is barely a whisper as he drops his head back and stares up again.

"Shit." I chuckle breathlessly, but there's no amusement. I lay back, staring at the stars with Chat. 

"I truly don't want to leave you alone here." His fingers reach over and brush mine.

"I know." I whisper back.

He then moves, rolling towards me, resting on his elbow as his front presses against my side. I feel my pulse jump, and then stay that way, my heart pounding in my chest as I stare up at him.

"Can I confess something, since I'll be leaving?"

"Depends." I narrow my eyes, ignoring my heavy heart beat as he seems to get closer and closer to me. I can hear my heart in my ears, feel the throbbing at the tips of my fingers, and in other places.

"I've never cared if you found out who I am or not. I want you to. I want you to know who I am." He pauses, thinking over his next words, " Even if I never know your identity, I like to think you try to find out who I am. I know that's not the case though." His smile turns a bit sad. "You know I've liked you since the first day we met, and even 4 years later I still haven't won you over." He chuckles with no humor.

I stare up at him, my throat dry. 

"Can you just.. let me have this? Just this once?" He whispers, his head dipping and his lips brushing against mine. "Before I leave?" My hand reaches up and twists into his hair as his soft breath fans over my lips. "Just once." He whispers again

"Once." Is all I can manage, my voice thick and hoarse.

And then he closes the gap, his lips falling over mine, again and again he kisses me, our breath mixing his tongue sliding over my lip just before he bites it softly, and I open for him. Then our tongues are brushing, and he's moving on top of me, his chest heavy against mine, one large hand holding the back of my neck, the other holding his weight as he pulls me impossibly closer. My hands twist and tug on his hair, sliding down his neck and brushing the slight bit of exposed skin of his chest before going further to rest on his waist.

Sparks explode between us and I watch as he pulls away first, staring as his tongue runs over his bottom lip. Jeez.

I've never felt like this. He's warm, inviting, and I want to kiss him again.

"M'lady?" He speaks softly, and I feel my stomach twist into an explosion of butterflies. I swallow, then pull him back in, one hand on the back of his head, where I tug on his hair, the other on his chest. I press my lips to his, and he makes a small sound of surprise, which melts into a groan. I bite at his lip, suck on his tongue, and it's the dirtiest thing I've ever done.

I surprise myself with my boldness. He hooks my leg over his hip, leaving no space between our bodies as he takes everything I give him.

And then I'm tugging on the zipper at the front of his suit, pulling it down until I can't any further. His breathing is heavy, and he pulls away for a moment. I stare as he pushes the tight material off his shoulders and down his arms, exposing so much bare skin. I've never seen him like this. His eyes are bright, nearly feral as he leans back down, kissing me again, his arms and chest bare. 

I've never wanted skin to skin contact so badly.

I wish I had a zipper as well.

I want to tear off the fabric covering my palms so I can touch him, but there's no way to do that without transforming back.

I don't know how long we kiss for, with his exposed hands touching my covered skin, squeezing my waist, sliding up my thighs and gripping my neck. His hand cups my cheek, and his skin finally touches mine.

But it doesn't last nearly long enough.

"I need to go." He whispers against my lips, his ring beeping, confirming what I didn't want to hear.

"Don't." Is all I manage, tilting my chin back up and kissing him again.

He releases a rough sigh. "I'll transform back if I don't go now."

I know he's right, and my earrings beep a moment later. "Will I see you again after this?" I ask softly.

He shakes his head, "I leave in two days. I have a lot of work to do before the flight."

"Until next time, m'lady." He gives me one more long, wonderfully needy kiss, and then he pushes off me, extending his buton, and he's gone.

Until next time.