Chat Got Your Tongue? | Adrien Agreste Fanfiction

First Date: Part 1

The next morning you heard knocking on your new bedroom door. You groggily picked your head up, groaning as you reached over to grab your phone. It was 5am. "What the heck?" you mumbled, rolling out of bed and getting on your feet. Vladd laid on the bedside table and you thought no one would see when you opened the door.

You were staying in the guest room, which was about a quarter the size of Adrien's, but you still had your own bathroom. The room was rectangular, with the short side being the wall with the door and your king-sized bed, with an electric fireplace on the opposite wall. Around the fireplace was two beige Lawson sofas and a low coffee table. Between the bed and sitting area was a sort of transitional zone that had a desk and a bookshelf pressed against the wall. Other than that, it was hardly decorated, and you wondered if Mr. Agreste would let you.

You pulled the door open and to your surprise you found Adrien on the other side of the door, looking annoyingly chipper. "Good morning, (Y/N)!" he said happily, yanking you into a tight hug. He quickly pulled away and gave you at least six kisses on the cheek. You felt your neck rolling around as he shook you with his hands on your shoulders.

"How can you be this happy this early?" you groaned, rubbing your eye "I can't even speak French this early in the morning." You stretched your arms above your head and yawned loudly.

He laughed at you kindly and ruffled your already messed up hair. "I'm sorry. I'll let you go back to sleep. I have have a few hours of piano practice anyways. I just wanted to tell you how happy I am you wanted to come here!" He hugged you again, tightly. You were pressed so firmly against his chest you could feel his heart beat rapidly from excitement. He held you for almost thirty seconds, then shyly began to walk off, rubbing the back of his neck and chuckling lightly.

You quickly caught his sleeve and pulled him back. "Adrien?" you whispered. He gasped lightly and turned to you. "Can I talk to you for a minute? About something that happened yesterday?"

"Are you okay?" Adrien asked, walking into your room. You checked the hallway and then closed the door quietly. Adrien stood next to your bed, completely frozen with bright red cheeks.

You nodded and sat on the edge of your bed with a small smile. "Chat Noir kissed me yesterday," you told him.

A mischievous grin spread across his face and he turned to look out the window next to your fireplace. "Oh, really?" A dark blush spread across your cheeks. "What did you think of it?" He put a hand to his chin.

With a girly laugh, you fell backwards onto your bed, spreading your arms out to the side. "It was amazing. He's such a great kisser and he's so hot..." You paused, picking your head up to look at Adrien who was still looking out the window. "Sorry, I probably shouldn't--"

"No, please. Go ahead." He finally turned back around to face you. "Would you want to be in a relationship with him?" Adrien moved forward, sitting down next to you on the bed.

"More than anything." You covered your face with your hands and rolled onto your side in a mixture of giddiness and excitement.

Adrien had to fight the sudden urge to climb on top of you and kiss you again, knowing you would push him off and everything would be ruined. "Well, I'm happy for you. I'm sure he would want to be with you, too." His words were so sincere, and rather cocky, if you were being honest.

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That night at dinner it was just you and Adrien eating dinner. It could've been enjoyable, but Nathalie was watching the both of you eat and for some reason it seemed like she was taking notes. The food was delicious, but the clingy sound of your utensils made you shiver. However, the thought of wanting to leave never crossed your mind. Despite how awkward you felt, you knew that soon you would figure your way out. You just couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Nathalie didn't seem to trust you.

After dinner Adrien said a quick "goodnight" and ran to his bedroom.

It was a bit odd, but the thought was pushed out of your mind when you reached your bedroom. You heard a knock on the window near the fireplace. You gasped and turned to see out the window. Two bright green eyes stared back at you cheekily, slightly squinted to match the smile.

Chat Noir was perched on the ledge right outside your window, sitting like a real cat. You awkwardly waved at him, too dumbstruck to react properly. This made him laugh and he knocked again, asking if he could come in. You swallowed hard and nodded, discreetly picking a sleeping Vladd up and setting him down in a drawer so you could hide him.

"Chat Noir?" you squeaked. You quickly ran to the window and opened it, allowing him to come in. You stared at him, unable to figure out what to do. "What are you doing here? How did you know I would be here?"

With a small chuckle he knelt down, taking your hand and kissing the back of it softly. You had been around Chat Noir countless times as Batwing, but something about being your normal self was daunting. You felt vulnerable and open. No weapons, no powers, and definitely no mask. You felt as though you had something up lose this way.

He stood back up and you pulled him into a hug, intentionally holding his body against yours as much as possible. He seemed to take notice of this and held you tighter.

"I feel like I've been missing this my whole life; to feel so much love in one moment," he whispered. He pulled away slightly and pressed a small kiss to your hairline.

"Ch-chat Noir?" you asked, grabbing his hands and looking up at him.

"Yes, my love?"

"I want to date you," you stated firmly before your mind could shut down and fear could take over. You gripped his gloved hands tightly and laid your head timidly on his chest.

Chat Noir loosened one of his hands and rested it on the back of your head. "After that kiss yesterday, I assumed we were." He trained his claws down your back in a flirty manner, making you shiver.

You took a step away from him, still holding onto his hand. His bright green eyes continued to examine your face, so full of love and happiness. "I want to get to know you."

"I can't--"

"I don't need to know your secret identity, Chat Noir. I don't need to know your name to know who you are, what you want, and what your scared of, or even your favorite color. I want this to as close to normal as it can be." That was the first time you seriously thought of the implications of dating a superhero. Not only that, but you were a hero as well, and you would both have to keep a major secret from each other.

A small smile spread across his soft, peachy lips. "Let me take you somewhere, then. As our first date."