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“Oh, my, such a serious face. What could possibly be bothering my sweet Chat on a night like this?” Ladybug whispered from the open window of Adrien’s room.
“Milady, you’re out pawfully late. Won’t your parents be worried?” He glanced up from his computer screens and shot her a distracted smile.
“They think I’m studying at Alya’s. I’ve got a little extra time. Wanna talk about it?” She slid into his room and walked to his desk, leaning her hip against the top. With her arms folded across her chest, she gazed down at him with a knowing, determined gleam.
Realizing she wouldn’t let the matter drop, he sighed and muttered, “Well, I’ve been researching something.”
“Okay? This research must be pretty serious, Chaton, if you’re frowning this deeply.” She moved one arm until her hand rested in his perfectly coifed locks.
“It’s not that serious, Milady, but it’s something I wouldn’t mind fixing.” He worked to prevent the purr that threatened as her hand found his favorite scratching spots.
“Well, let’s do it.” She stepped back so he could stand, her smile glowing as she gazed with love at him. “Should I turn into myself yet or do you need Ladybug?”
“I’d love nothing more, Mari, but I need Ladybug for this.” Without waiting for her response, he scooped her into his arms and carried her from his desk to the long, white couch.
She giggled, a soft blush rising on her cheeks.
“What are you doing, Adrien?”
“Well, I’m fixing the problem, Milady. What else?”
She chuckled some more, her arms sliding across his shoulders to help anchor herself as he continued to hold her. She wondered if he’d ever put her down, knowing he couldn’t keep it up forever despite the muscles he’d gained from becoming Chat Noir.
“Okay, but I’m confused. What was the problem?”
“Oh, that.” He chuckled. With a flourish only the model could ever pull off, he turned them and dropped, landing with a soft plop on the couch. Marinette remained comfortably in his grasp as he leaned closer to nuzzle her neck. “Well, it came to my attention that I hadn’t done this before.”
“Done what? Carried me princess-style?” She thought for a moment and shook her head, recalling the number of times he’d done just that as Chat and Adrien.
“Yes, Milady. You see the few times I’ve carried you like that you were Marinette, not Ladybug. Being the luckiest guy in all of Paris, I’ve also had the pleasure of being carried prince-style by you in both forms as well. The only side that hadn’t happened yet was Ladrien.” He took a dramatic pause before he said, “My honor couldn’t stand the thought I’d been so neglectful.”
“You’re too cute for your own good, you know that?” She giggled even as she hid her face in his neck, the blush on her cheeks growing hotter by the second. A thought occurred and whipped her face back to his, saying, “I haven’t exactly carried you as Adrinette or Marichat though, have I?”
He thought for a long moment before turning to her with a sly grin.
“No, but I wouldn’t be opposed if you’re willing to help with this researching dilemma.”
She planted a kiss on his lips, hopping from his lap and transforming into her civilian self. She certainly couldn’t let him down when his research seemed so important to him.