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“Thank you, Chat” - Ladybug leaned in, planning to kiss him on the cheek. But in the same moment Chat turned his face towards her.
“Well, of course, Bugaa-”
A touch on his lips cut him off mid-word. Not just a normal touch. Lips. Ladybug’s lips. Instinctively Chat Noir closed his mouth in shock… which only worsened their situation.
They both stood now still as ice statues, with lips in between each other’s; staring with wide eyes.
They kissed. They KISSED!
Thoughts racing, trying, planning to make out a logical conclusion and a plan how to pull back. Pull back! They don’t KISS! Not like this!
Chat sucked in a breath. Tightly, strained. His face muscles were so frozen, he felt almost a real pain.
Ladybug couldn’t move either. She did this. She hadn’t intended it to end up like this. Wow, she couldn’t COULD NOT ever kiss Chat! Not on the lips like THAT!
Her face burned with embarrassment.
Yes she had kissed him before but it was totally d i f f e r e n t!
She was fully aware of their lips touching, of her lips joined with her partner’s. and it wasn’t anyone fault! Also, if anyone was to pull back, the touch would become more intense even if for a speck of a second.
She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t!
They looked in each other’s eyes, almost painfully squinting. They were so close.
Beautiful.
Chat noir thought. But he scolded himself immediately. This wasn’t how he imagined their kiss to happen. That accidental fatality was out of the question in any of his previous first-kisses fantasies. And he only could stay still, pleading mentally with his partner if she could pull back any second. Before he would start doing something that wouldn’t be too gentlemanly.
So Ladybug did.
After a hurried argument with herself, she slowly moved her face back, slacking her lips as best as she could as to avoid too much touching.
But it was inevitable. As she was pulling back, immensely nerved tissue of their lips brushed against one another. Electricity burned them both. Chat was sure his heart missed a few beats. Ladybug gasped and the look on her face became an image he was sure he would never forget.
Their faces were still close. Dangerously close. Their breaths were blending together, coming out with little pants, as if holding in their both, unknown, mutual thoughts of wanting more and wanting to stop was an activity that took from them lots of strength.
To be honest, it did.
In that moment, the girl glanced at the lips she just assaulted, and back into the big, warm green eyes of her partner.
For some reason, it felt right to do this, even if Marinette had to convince herself into trusting in that judgment. Deep, rooted opinion that announced itself somewhere from within.
It felt right.
Chat’s eyes were already half-lidded, irises skipping between hers. Intensity of emotion so visible, and magnetizing. And he stood still, waiting for her. For what she would do.
He wouldn’t ever do anything against her. Without her consent. Without clear intentions. When he was serious - he was serious. And the boy hidden behind that mask was so amazing and kind and
And…
Ladybug couldn’t voice “perfect”.
No. It was only restricted for another blond boy whose name was deeply carved into her heart.
And suddenly the electricity ceased.
When Chat ever so slightly nudged her nose with his, Ladybug withdrew. Very tiny, bare movement, which the boy noticed without mistake, and immediately he backed off too.
They both turned away shy faces. One more red than the other.
“S-sorry.” - was all Ladybug could breathe out from the situation. Sniffing lightly, she toyed with one of her pigtails. Trying partly to hide at least half of her face without seeming desperate to do it.
Chat nodded a few times, not trusting his voice, biting his lips, his Ladybug-kissed lips. After a second he reflected that LB didn’t see him, so he cleared his throat, twice, and voiced.
“It’s, it’s fine.” - Suddenly, his tail seemed to be the most interesting thing around them. He attempted at moving back to his usual demeanor, though. So still clutching his belt-tail he smiled to himself. - “If you wanted t-to kiss me so bad, all you wante-uh-needed to do was a-ask.”
He could almost feel from the other end of the room Ladybug’s cringing at his lame efforts. But it was okay. They understood each other. He hoped.
He waited for a response. Not receiving it for a few moemnts, he finally decided to look back at his partner; she seemed unusually quiet for his jokes.
She was holding the keychain he got her. That little Chat Noir figurine with a small metal plate with inscribed “dont furr-get me!”. The one that coaxed her to want to kiss him. His cheek, not him.
Chat smiled brightly, adoring her sweet, thoughtful expression.
“I-uh… yeah, I gotta go. See ya!”
She jumped away and out into the city.
Chat Noir stood in place a bit more, claws touching delicately at his lips, trying to outline in his memory the shape of Ladybug’s mouth on his.
If giving her small gifts like that sprouts THAT reaction in her, he would surely shower her with lots more in the near future.
He loved seeing his bug smile like that
So I drew this in February and then I thought, oh, I'm gonna add this to my Hideout Tales draft. Bam. Happened. 