The Peacock And The Bee (Chloe Bourgeois × OC)

~17~

"Why would I be Chat Noir?" He asked, hugging me from behind. I cocked my head to the side when he tried to kiss my neck, spinning around to face him as I leaned against the freezer.

"What do you want, Matthews?" He pouted in response.

"All the way down to the surname? I'm hurt, Chlo, really." I shook my head in amusement and pushed him away, opening the freezer and reaching in to get my kwami who was happily trapped inside. She groaned as she was clearly prepared to freeze to death over some ice cream, glancing behind me with wide eyes.

"Hollup, Rob, what are you doing?" He cleared his throat, pulling his collar nervously. Pollen rose and he shook his head, his cheeks flushed but she was already speaking as he tried to grab her. "Chloe! Chloe, he was totally checking you out! Particularly your gluts, as you call them."

Rob opened his mouth to explain but shrugged, nodding his head in defeat. I gaped at him, my cheeks flushed once I realised he wasn't going to even try denying it. He held up a brown paper bag with KFC on the side and I sighed softly when he held out a burger. "You do know what happened last time I tried to put that in my mouth and digest it, right?"

"You can try fries first if you want. One at a time. Anyway, I came to talk. You didn't want to do that around the others but I mean, I've opened up to you about my parents and I really want you to talk to me about this. You're so important to me and I don't like it when you're all detached like this-" I cut him off with a kiss, chuckling when he pulled me close. I pulled away quickly, sucking in a breath with my cheeks slightly flushed and we sat in bed together, him gazing at me as I held a lonely fry to my lips.

"I... My mother was a very... Opinionated woman and my father is the complete opposite, really. When it came to family, she was always the one in control and the one that couldn't be loving to save her life at the same time." I smiled sadly and leaned closer when he held my waist, continuing. "I remember this day when it was my birthday and she decided that it was more practical for me to study all day instead of wasting my time with friends. My dad agreed and I was stuck in my room while she celebrated my birthday with all her fake friends. I mean, at least I had Adrien to actually play with so I really didn't think it was fair..."

"Wow. That..."

"Sucks? Yeah, it does. She didn't know she was doing it. It wasn't really her fault that she was bad with emotions but I mean... It still hurt. She left on her birthday. Said her gift to herself was leaving Paris to a more invigorating city and she left my dad and me, broken-hearted behind. Daddy and I became best friends but well, with his post as Mayor, I hardly see him anymore and all he does is throw money at me like my mother used to do when she actually noticed herself neglecting me. I've been alone for so long and without Sabrina, that doubled. I'm so glad you're here. I bet even if she was alive, she wouldn't even know about my dad, yet. I bet she wouldn't give a shit, either. It wouldn't have been possible... I really think she married my dad for his money, to be frank and I just happened to be born."

"How come whenever you talked about her, you always told me happy memories? I don't understand..."

"Well... she was like that, cold and emotionless until I was about twelve. She was still living in New York but it seemed she had a change of heart, you know? She was kind to me. She came to visit all the time and that's why it's my fault she's dead! I begged her to come home for my birthday and next thing I know, I find my mother on the floor with her mouth foaming and no suicide note. I was lost for years, thinking she killed herself and not knowing why, blaming myself and now, I've found out that- that it was my father. My father of all people. The man I trusted, the man I thought loved me, Rob..."

He was silent for a moment and I nuzzled my head into his chest until I felt a little less emotional. That was when the idiot rose my head so I faced him and said, "I love you. You think it's stupid and ridiculous but I will not deny how I feel, okay? Your father and I are two different people and I promise, I'll never hurt you so why do you feel so insecure?" I gripped my hair in frustration, gazing up at him through my messy blonde locks.