A Masked Getaway

Ladybug

Ladybug woke with a start, her arm shooting out across the bed and into the empty space beside her. He was gone!

Clutching the sheet tightly around her chest, she sat up and looked around the light room. The blinds were open, both of them too invested in each other to bother closing them the night before, allowing the sunlight to create shadows along the ground.

The shadows began to move as the soft wind blew the trees outside, rocking them in a gentle to and fro, similar to a parent rocking their baby. "Kitty?" she called out, her eyes continuing her scan of the room. "Chat?" she called out again.

The eerie silence of the room morphed around her, wrapping her up in an anxiety she'd never felt before. Where was he? Everything ran through her mind from a cat-napping to it all being just a dream... The ache in her thighs told her (unless she'd run a marathon) it had most certainly been real.

Looking around on the floor, Ladybug searched for any type of clothing she could find, locating Chat Noir's shirt first and lifting it up, ready to place it on. She brought it to her nose, cupping it together and, like the freak she was, took a long, calming inhale. The familiar smell of her partner set her head spinning more than the intensity of the tequila shots. Who needed lime and salt when you had coconut and sea salt?

She hugged it close to her chest, taking in for a moment everything that had happened over the past couple of days. The shift in their relationship had been so natural, it felt like they had always been doing it...and now that she'd experienced him she never wanted to go back.

Scrambling around, she wrapped the shirt around her and stood from the bed, fastening a couple of buttons before searching for her underwear.

They'd come back in a ravenous tornado. Chat Noir seemed to have a lot of pent up emotions he wanted to release, and she was more than willing.

Ladybug made her way to the staircase, checking in the ensuite on the way to see if he was just in the toilet—nothing. She continued down the stairs and out to the pool area. The wind was sending tranquil ripples through the water, the underwater lights shimmering with the movement. It was so peaceful, so lowkey, she couldn't help but feel some of the tension easing out of her. It really had been a long couple of days.

Turning to head back into the villa, she stopped to look at Kagami and Adrien's. The blinds were closed and the area silent. However, that didn't stop her mind wondering what they were doing in there—together.

She cursed herself. She shouldn't be thinking about that now. She shouldn't be having the tight churning sensation in her gut as she thought about Adrien and Kagami all naked together, touching each other, kissing each other. Green was not a good colour on her, and she had no right.

Ladybug had made her decision. Marinette had made her decision. And that decision was Chat Noir, not Adrien Agreste. But it didn't seem to matter. The thought of him made her feel alive and vulnerable. It made her strive to be the best she could be so he would see her, and she thought it had worked. It hadn't, though. As soon as she had said no, he was off finding someone else. The pain was still raw and fresh, even with her new love so wonderful.

What the hell was wrong with her?

She made her way back inside. After all, the last thing she wanted was for Kagami or Adrien to see her staring at their bedroom. Closing the sliding door behind her, she entered the kitchen before walking up the staircase and heading straight for the balcony. The high, vined lattices kept privacy to their villa, and it would be the perfect place for her emotional breakdown...which she could feel bubbling inside her.

A rush up the staircase and out onto the terrace was all that was needed to start the emotional downpour she'd been holding back out of pride. No one was around to see her, no one could bear witness to the lost girl in the place she didn't belong. Her magical vacation was slowly spiralling into a black hole of nothingness, leaving her to fight for air and reprieve.