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"Whose idea was January patrol, anyway?" Ladybug said, lighting on the top of Notre Dame cathedral. "It's freezing up here!"
"I believe it was yours, My Lady," Chat Noir responded as he scrambled up the side of the building to join her. He sat down, legs over the edge, looking out over Paris. "I offered to take your patrols this month, but you insisted."
Ladybug huffed. "I did, I did." She rubbed her arms, the spandex squeaking between her hands and her biceps. "I wish my suit had better insulation."
Chat grinned. "I could warm you, if you'd like." He waggled his eyebrows.
"Actually, that... doesn't sound so bad," Ladybug said, folding herself in next to him and nestling herself in between his arms. "Waaarmth vaaaaampiiiiire!"
"Agh! No!" Chat Noir mock-struggled, pretending to attempt to escape while only succeeding in enfolding her further in his arms. "She is stealing my warmth! I'm... freezing... to death..." he croaked, pulling her head against his chest. "Tell... my father... he's a diiiiiiick..." And then he flopped over, pulling Ladybug down on top of him.
She giggled. "Seriously, Kitty, how are you so warm?"
Chat Noir bent down to look at her. God, she was so cute like this. "I found out about a month ago that what we're wearing underneath the suits changes how warm they are," he said. "I'm wearing, like, five coats under here."
"Oh!" Ladybug said, pushing away from him. Noooo, My Lady, come baaack. But he met her eyes and lost all thought of pulling her back to him. "Can I... borrow one?"
Chat jerked in surprise. "Oh, uh, sure," he said. "Just, uh, turn around so I can transform?"
"Oh yeah." Ladybug giggled. "Can't have me seeing you 'naked,' can we."
Thankfully, she'd already turned around, so she couldn't see him blushing.
"R-right," he said. "Plagg, claws in!" A wave of green light washed over him, and suddenly Chat Noir was replaced by Adrien Agreste, black leather catsuit replaced by multiple layers of jacket. He unzipped the topmost and put it around Ladybug's shoulders.
"Thank you, Minou," she breathed.
Shivers ran across his skin that had nothing to do with the cold. "No problem, My Lady," he said. "Claws out!"
She turned back as soon as the green light had vanished again. "You're so sweet," she said, reaching up to his face and kissing him on the cheek.
***
"Damn it, Tikki, I'm late!" Marinette shrieked as she launched herself out of bed the next morning. "Where's my bag?"
The cheerful red bug held up the black-and-pink bag that held Marinette's books. "At least you're already dressed," she remarked.
Marinette did not hear her, simply swiping her out of the air and stuffing her--gently--in her purse.
Tikki giggled. Marinette didn't realize that was still wearing Adrien's jacket. Today was going to be fun.
***
Marinette made it into class just before the bell rang. This was not unusual.
What WAS unusual, Adrien noticed, was that she was not wearing her usual jacket. Instead, she was wearing a jacket in black and vibrant green. Chat Noir's colors. In fact, he'd only seen that jacket once before--on himself. Until he'd given it to Ladybug.
"Girl, where'd you get that jacket?" Alya whispered to Marinette as Mme. Bustier began her lecture.
"Borrowed it from a friend," Marinette whispered back.
That was the last thing Adrien heard, before Nino was shaking him and the class was filing out of the room. "Dude, you okay?" he asked. "You kinda zonked out after class started."
With a start, Adrien realized that he'd missed an entire class, and all he'd thought about, the entire time, was the girl sitting behind him. The impossible, incredible girl who sometimes reminded him so much of his Ladybug.
Son of a bitch whAT IF MARINETTE WAS LADYBUG?
Before he knew it, he was dragging Nino out of the class, and pulled him into the boys' bathroom. He grabbed his friend by the lapels and shook him. Hard.
He could barely control his mouth at this point; he was practically jelly. He was surprised that what said was even barely coherent.
“She’s wearing my shirt why is she wearing my shirt NINO WHY IS SHE WEARING MY SHIRT”