A Masked Getaway

Chat Noir

If Chat Noir looked at definitions of 'pissed off', one would most likely show a picture of him with the caption 'a cat who did not get the cream' written underneath.

Calling their complete transformations, Ladybug and Chat Noir donned their purple power ups and made their way back to Paris. If Monarch showed his face now, Chat Noir would ignore his feelings about cataclysming him and beat the crap out of him instead. They were meant to have ten days of peace. Ten days to rest and relax.

When it had somehow been revealed that Ladybug and Chat Noir were still in education, Paris had gone wild, wanting to know why they had been allowed the Miraculous, which then fed into people wanting to know how they balanced everything. The answer was...they didn't.

After an interview where Ladybug had mentioned it was like spinning plates and he'd joined in, saying they were just waiting to see which one dropped first, a petition was put out to give them a break. To allow them time to live.

It had taken some persuasions on their part, and how they contacted Monarch was beyond him, but here they were, going back to Paris after the villain (believe it or not) had broken his word. Four days! It had only lasted four freaking days!

"What do you think it is?" Ladybug had asked as they landed atop the Eiffel Tower. They both looked out into the distance searching for what possibly could have put a premature end to their vacation—just when it was getting good, too.

"I don't know, but the sooner we defeat it, the sooner we can get back to what we were doing." He wiggled his eyebrows at her, only for her to give him one of her famed Ladybug eye rolls.

"Moment's gone, Kitty."

"What?" His voice reached a pitch only dogs could hear.

"Don't worry, mon Minou, I'm sure there'll be more opportunities." She stretched on her toes and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Before she could launch herself off the tower, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her to him.

"How about a kiss for good luck?" he whispered in her ear, his teeth gently clamping on her earlobe before he kissed the pulse in her neck.

She huffed and let her head fall back. "This is why you don't date your co-workers." Placing two hands on his chest, she pushed him away firmly. "Let's do our job, and if you're a good boy, you'll get a reward."

She scratched under his chin, and he couldn't help the rumble in his chest. But now was not the time to turn into a house pet. Stepping back, he grabbed his baton and called off his power up. "Let's kick some Akuma butt!"

"I like your thoughts, Kitty Cat."

She stepped away from him and hopped up onto the ledge, only to hop back down and roll her eyes again. It was surprising that she didn't make herself dizzy given how often she did that. "I can't believe I'm doing this."

Reaching onto her toes in front of him, she continued to spin her yo-yo in one hand, and she grabbed the back of his neck with the other and kissed him. Really, really kissed him.

A sound escaped her throat, and he had no idea what had caused it but he was desperate to do it again. He wrapped a hand around her waist, pulling her close and into his body, tilting his head into a more comfortable position. Yes, please, and thank you!

She broke away, breathless, and her eyes told him she wanted to beat him more than an akuma. "That was..."

"Yeah!" she sighed. "You better not mess up."

And with that she was gone. He'd give her a couple of minutes' head start, though, because there was no way he was going anywhere quite yet. Not if he didn't want to embarrass himself at least.