Superheroes & Sweethearts

11

I haven't been able to answer Chat's messages. It's been weeks now.

Chat Noir is Adrien Agreste.

I get the urge to puke every time I think about it. Not because I'm disgusted by him, but because I know, and it puts him in jeopardy. I wish I never tried to find out. I shouldn't of listened to him. I am glad that it's him though, someone I like in the real world. Someone I've had a crush on since I was 14. Gosh, that's embarrassing.

I made out with Adrien Agreste. Adrien, who I've embarrassed myself in front of countless times. Adrien, who fought numerous battles with me, who protected me and always had my back as Ladybug. Adrien, who never saw Marinette as anything more than a friend.

I want to punch him.

My alarm beeps, telling me it's time to patrol. "Tikki, spots on." I sigh, then head out, starting my usual route. I've had to run Chat Noir's, or well, Adrien's, rounds since he's been gone.

I swing through alley ways, over the tallest buildings, and end on top of the Eiffel Tower. Nothing seems to be going on tonight, which is good, less work for me. I hear a thump behind me, and look over my shoulder at the sound. 

I expect to see maybe a bird, trash of some kind, but that's not what I see.

I see Chat Noir.

He's on the opposite side of the tower from me, a good distance between us, and he's leaning against his staff, in his usual calm, Chat Noir demeanor. I swallow. My heart pounds. For a moment I think I'm imagining him, because it hasn't been 6 months, but as he closes his buton and walks towards me, I'm completely frozen for a moment.

His hair is different, a new hair cut I presume. It's shorter on the sides and back, but still just as long on top.

And I thought he couldn't look any better. I thought wrong.

"M'lady." He says, his voice calm and smooth as he stops to stand beside me. I can only stare at him. My mouth is dry, and my jaw is so tight, I think I may break a few teeth.

Then his arms wrap around my waist, and he hugs me. I can't resist the sharp inhale as my palms rest on his chest. 

"I missed you." He whispers into my hair.

"I know." I urge myself to speak, but my voice is so thick, it's all I manage.

"You figured it out, didn't you?" His voice is almost shaky, "That's why you've been ignoring me."

I gulp, but nod against his chest. Then, he does something I don't expect. He dips down, grabs my thighs, and lifts me.

"Chat!" I shout, my legs squeezing around his waist on instinct. Then, my back is pressed against a cold metal wall, and he drops my legs.

"Are you not happy?" He asks, his voice quiet as his arms trap me where I stand. "Are you not happy with who I am?"

"No it's not that-"

"Then what?" His tone is impatient.

"I- Chat-" I struggle to find the right words.

He presses closer to me, his front against mine, and his hands grab my face, forcing me to look at him. I stare up into his eyes, and I can't look away. They're so, so familiar now that I know.

"I know you!" I blurt out, squeezing my eyes shut. "Outside of the mask, I know you." I can barely finish my sentence. "I've embarrassed myself in front of you so many times and I-"

He kisses me, and my whole world spins. 

He groans as he kisses me, his hands dropping to my waist and pulling me impossibly closer. My body heats from our kiss, even as he pulls away, I resist pulling him back just like last time.

"I don't care about that." He whispers against my skin. "I don't care who you are, it won't change how badly I want you." He pauses, "Just as long as you aren't Chloe. I'm afraid things are about to get really awkward if you're Chloe." He pulls away just an inch to look at me.

I can't help but grin and shake my head, "I'm not Chloe."

"Good. Then my statement stands." He barely finishes his sentence before his mouth is back on mine, his tongue parting my lips and taking everything I'm giving him. My legs feel like jelly.

I pull away from him this time. "We can't be doing this here."

"Why not?" He dips down, kissing me again.

I pull away once more, "Someone saw us last time."

He pauses. "They took photos, it's on the Lady Blog." He glares, but it's not directed at me.

"What's my name?" He suddenly asks.

"What?"

"What's my name?" He repeats, his head dipping down and kissing up my neck.

I gulp, "Adrien Agreste."

I feel his lips curve up into a grin, then he pulls me close, "I hope you don't have anywhere else to be tonight."

Then, he pushes up into the air with his buton, bringing me with him to who knows where.