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“What are they doing?” Chloé hissed, “How long are they just gonna sit there?”
The whole class (minus Adrien and Marinette) had been not-so-subtly hiding behind a tree across the street from the Notre Dame for over an hour now, and all Ladybug and Chat Noir have done since they finished their very long patrol is sit and talk. They couldn’t even hear what they were saying.
“Sh,” Alya scolded, “Maybe we’ll see something interesting.”
“Or a whole lot of nothing!” Chloé groaned.
“Quiet!” Alya said.
Another minute passed and nothing happened.
“I find it kind of nice that Ladybug and Chat Noir are like actually friends,” Rose broke the silence, “It kind of reminds you that their just like us, you know?”
Nino smiled, “Yeah, Paris’s superheroes just hanging out on the ledge of the Notre Dame.”
“What are you talking about? Of course they’re friends!” Alya said, “Maybe they’re even more than friends…”
“Oh, not with this again!” Nino groaned
“I’m just saying. I think we all ship it deep down,” Alya said.
“Whatever,” Nino said, “I wonder what their talking about?”
“I feel kind of bad for them,” Chat Noir said.
“Don’t,” Ladybug replied, “They brought this upon themselves.”
“It looks like they’re getting antsy,” Chat laughed, “Chloé looks like she wants to kill someone.”
“Doesn’t she always look like she wants to kill someone? Or maybe just when she’s looking at me,” Ladybug laughed.
“She’s just jealous of you,” Chat said, “Imagine how she’d freak if she knew you were Ladybug.”
“Which is precisely why she can never find out.”
“Yup,” Chat nodded, “The only two people who can know our identities is us.”
“Which is why we’re still ‘patrolling’ at,” she looked at the clock on her yoyo, “Almost 2 in the morning.”
Chat leaned his head on her shoulder, “It’s worth it to spend time with you, My Lady.”
She stiffened, suddenly flustered, “We should probably talk about yesterday. Shouldn’t we?”
“I guess,” he lifted his head off of her shoulder to look at her. He was a bit afraid of where this was going. What if she still didn’t like him as more than a friend? What if she regrets kissing him?
“So, I kissed your cheek out of no where…”
“Yeah,” he affirmed, “Why’d you do that?”
“Well, I panicked because I need a way to reveal to you that I knew without letting you know that I’m me. Does that make sense?” She asked
So, it was only part of the Game…
“Kinda,” he said solemnly.
“That’s not to say I didn’t want to! God, I’ve wanted to do something like that for a very long time,” she corrected, “I just thought that lipstick would make a distinguishable mark that you could still see when your transformed, and I realize now how ridiculous and overcomplicated this plan was. I should have just told you.”
“Maybe,” he said, “but that’s okay because I know now, and you just said that you’ve wanted to kiss me for a long time.”
She blushed, “Well, yeah.”
“Which me?” He asked. He was genuinely curious
“What?”
“Have you wanted to kiss Adrien or Chat Noir?” He clarified.
“Both,” she mumbled.
His eyes widened, “Both?”
“Well, Adrien longer,” she admitted, “Chat kind of snuck up on me…”
He smirked, “Oh my God! You liked Chat Noir before you knew I was Adrien?!”
She nodded. “And I still do,” she said shyly, “Do you still like Ladybug now that you know I’m Marinette?”
“I think I like you even more,” he admitted, “Marinette kind of snuck up on me too.”
She looked at him, “Really?”
“Really.”
Then, they stared into each other’s eyes for what felt like forever. Both of them knew what they wanted to happen next, but neither of them knew how to make that happen. Chat Noir’s eyes flickered to his partners lips.
“Would it be okay if I—“
“Yes,” she said before he could finish his question and promptly crashed her lips against his. It was sloppy and overeager. She didn’t have enough time to aim perfectly, but it wasn’t long before they both got into the rhythm of in. They’re lips moving together, her hand in his hair, his around her waist… He could stay this was forever.
That was until a chorus of cheers broke them apart.
“I TOLD YOU, NINO,” a voice that sounded suspiciously like Alya’s screamed.
Right, they’re classmates were here…
“Well, this is embarrassing,” Ladybug said.
He shrugged, “Well, they didn’t find out our identities, so at least they could cat-ch that.”
“Oh my God, Kitty,” she covered her face with her hands, “Shut up!”
“Make me,” he said with a wink.
She smirked. “I think I know just the way to do that.”
And the next thing they knew was that they were kissing again.