A Masked Getaway

Chat Noir

When Adrien awoke from his impromptu nap, a number of different emotions crossed his mind. First, he couldn't believe everything that had happened in the past twenty hours. His whole life had changed without him putting any effort in.

Ladybug's identity had fallen into his lap, and she hadn't cared that he knew. Instead, she seemed pretty happy that he liked both sides of her—if you could call it that. Secondly, he was now a man. Well, he was a man before, but now he was a man! (Exclamation mark added to emphasis that, yes, Adrien Agreste was well and truly a man).

Though it wasn't the rose petals and candles he'd wanted for their first time, it was perfect, she was perfect, and of course his lady always had an idea to make it additionally special.

They'd done the deed in their power down outfits, meaning Ladybug and Chat Noir had made love, not Marinette and Adrien. His heart blossomed at the possibility of a first time again, but with Marinette and as Adrien. He loved her so much that he understood now why people said love was a feeling like no other—even when she was snoring like she had a pea stuck up her nose.

He rolled over to his side, supporting his head on one hand as he looked down at his lady like the creep that he was. She was sleeping peacefully, cheeks pink and hair messed up from his hands, making him feel primal and possessive. This would be the cutest sight he'd ever seen—if only he didn't know she slept like a squirrel on a caffeine high. As she let out a small sigh, she swung her arm up above her head, narrowly missing his face with the unconscious action.

He chuckled as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stretched up high, every vertebra in his back popping into position. He felt satisfied in a way he never had before. Standing up, he grabbed his boxers from off the floor and headed into the bathroom, checking the time on the way through. Five p.m. They had four hours before they needed to be at the main entertainment area. That was just enough time for a shower, a change, and to take Ladybug out for something to eat. They'd only experienced one of the many restaurants so far, so maybe he could make a last minute call to another and reserve a table for that evening.

Grabbing the phone from the wall near the toilet (why one was there was equally disgusting and intriguing to him) and called through to the main reception, asking for his best buddy Anthoney. Fifteen minutes later, and he had the best seats at the most expensive restaurant. All they had to do was take a couple of photographs for the X and Instagram pages, and the meal would be paid for by the resort. As much as he hated using his name to get free things, doing it as Chat Noir felt different. Almost like a reward for the hours of community service he'd been putting in. He was most certainly going to hell.

But that didn't matter at the moment. He needed to shower and then wake his lady up. Then they could get dressed up in their best, and he could lead her to the main area of the hotel, settling in for a romantic meal before they went and kicked Félix's ass. The night was going to be sweet!

An hour later, he was groomed and ready to roll. However, his darling...what did he call her? Even though they'd said they loved each other and most certainly showed it to one another, they were yet to have a label.

Tonight he was going to make sure he asked her to be his girlfriend in the most romantic way possible—or at least try.

Nervously, Chat Noir stood outside by the pool. After Ladybug had woken up, she'd dropped the transformation and headed into the bathroom, giving him quite the stomach spiralling kiss on the way.

He tightened the roll on his sleeves, making sure it was perfectly in position, and also because the nerves in his stomach were making him want to jump head first into the pool. Had he completely misread the situation they were in? No, no, definitely not. She told him she loved him, she kissed him with such rigour she'd almost knocked his teeth out. So why was he so nervous? It wasn't like he was proposing—not on their first official date anyway. There was at least a four- or five-date rule for that.

He began to pace. This was excruciating. He'd been outside for about twenty minutes now, and what a twenty minutes that had been. Everything had run through his mind. Maybe she had fallen in the shower, maybe she'd been taken on a secret mission by Bunnyx, or maybe she'd flown back to Paris to stay away from him.

The rhythmic sound of heels on marble eased the panic in his heart and brought his attention to the patio door. Her back was to him as she closed and concentrated on locking the door, and what a view that was. Two strips of fabric crossed over her back, attaching the top to the skirt and holding it in place. The skirt was short, giving him a wonderful view of her long toned legs in high, black patent heels.

Then she turned around, and he'd never felt so winded in his life. The fabric at the front mirrored the back, crossing over her breasts and joining to the skirt. Her eyes were smokey black, and her hair was tied in a high ponytail that cascaded down her back. His hands itched to grab it and wrap it tightly around his fist, holding her in place so he could—

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Ladybug stood in front of him, his thoughts crashing down as he suddenly realised he needed to talk to his partner.

"Woah!" Not his most articulate sentence, and he prayed she didn't dump him there and then for being an incoherent idiot.

Instead of pushing him into the pool, she giggled, turning a slow and sexy spin around on the spot. "Do you like it?"

He didn't need to speak when he could show her, and, boy, he wanted to show her. Looping an arm around her waist, he pulled her into him, pressing her hard against his body as the opposite hand headed to her face, cupping it gently and lowering down to kiss her strong, slow, and full of meaning.

"Be my girlfriend," he said as they broke away, his forehead resting against hers. "I can't bear one more moment not having you as mine."

"Kitty," her voice sent a shiver down his spine as flashbacks of earlier that day played through his head like an Oscar-worthy movie. The way she said his name in such soft, sweet moans would forever be his favourite sound. The want and need was evident without her having to say anymore. She didn't need to. "Yes, please," she whispered.

He cupped her cheeks, pulling her closer and kissing her with a tenderness that he never even knew he had. He'd never understood the meaning of a dream come true, and this was unexplainable. Everything inside him hummed with excitement, vibrating like an electric current pulsating through wires.

His stomach twisted as his heart squeezed, and he wanted to remain in this moment forever. No interruptions. No villains. Just a boy and girl who cherished each other. Who knew each other inside and out without even knowing their names. He was the luckiest guy in the world, and there was no way he would take this for granted.

Ladybug—Marinette—had trusted him. Where the reveal could have been the worst moment of his life, instead it had become one of the greatest. All she needed to know was that he loved both sides of her.

Unlatching himself with great difficulty, he reached for one of her hands and lifted it to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles as he had time and time before, but this one was different. This one was raw and full of devotion. "I love you so much."

The pink on her cheeks was one he wanted to make a sample of and sell. It was the most beautiful colour he had ever seen, and he was gutted he hadn't focused more on it when she was Marinette. As she ran her thumb under his mask, he was quite sure he'd never seen her smile so much before.

"I love you too...boyfriend."