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We’ll get out of this
We’ll get out of this too
I’m not proud of this
But I’m not proud of the truth
And if you run from me
Then I’ll use my trick on you
The truth is that we’re screwed
“Thank you,” she whispered, lifting her chin to place it on his shoulder.
“For what?” A hand brushed her back as it moved to rest behind her.
His breath hitched against her lips when his head turned to her. It tingled, but she kept her eyes on the way the faraway street lights shined on his greened gaze, accentuated by the white mask.
It was quite literally a dazzling vision.
“Everything.” Ladybug inched closer, resting a hand on his thigh. Trickster remained frozen. “I don’t think I can thank you enough.”
“You don’t have to thank me for anything.” There was a slight tremble in his voice, eyes flickering between hers.
She breathed in, quickly wetting her lips. Two heartbeats hammered in sync. Or was it just hers?
“Is this–” she breathed, raising her hand to caress where the edge of the mask touched his skin with the tip of her fingers. “Is this OK?”
He leaned into her touch, releasing a sigh. Fox-ears drooped a bit from their tense position. He nodded.
She tilted her head up, leaning closer and closer. He remained mostly still except for the quick and quiet rise and fall of his chest, mouth quivering almost imperceptibly. She hesitated, staring at the cyan gaze fixed on her. He looked like a scared animal with the way his slithed eyes were widened…
Ladybug rubbed a thumb over his cheek, biting her lip. His eyes flickered to them then back up with a quick intake of air.
Did he actually want this? Or was he just agreeing because of her? He was so stiff, maybe she was pushing too much.
She pulled away but a hand shot to the back of her head, startling her a bit. Trickster rested his forehead against hers, eyes squeezing shut.
“It is OK. Really. I’m just…” He lightly shook his head, letting out a bitter laugh. “I’m just being stupid. Sorry, I know it’s ridiculous. I do want this, but–”
She buried a hand in his hair, scraping the side of his head till his frantic breaths evened out a bit.
“You’re not being stupid and it’s not ridiculous. It’s just…” Her face contorted. “Just–”
She mentally cursed her lack of words and sighed then weaved her fingers to the back of his head, brushing her nose against his.
“Take your time,” she said softly. “I’m not going anywhere.”
He nodded again, his breath warming her face. His eyes were askance when he slightly opened them.
A clawed finger twirled the dark strands that framed her face, letting it slide off the white glove, then taking it again to twist it between his fingers. A red-gloved hand stroked the light locks flowing behind his head, brushing a thumb where the smooth material of a faux ear connected to his scalp, inciting a pleasant rumble to reverberate in his chest.
Eventually, his face grew nearer and her heartbeats grew intenser. She didn’t stop petting him in case it awakened him from this trance.
Because it was a trance, wasn’t it? His eyes were still focused on the strands tangled in his finger and even though she got better at reading him, she still had some trouble figuring out what he was thinking, and being this up-close didn’t–
Warm lips melded on hers.
Her hand stopped moving, dangled in his hair, eyelids fluttering down. But just as it came, it was soon gone. She held herself from seeking the retreating warmth. She needed it, but he needed to know he could trust her more.
A soft moan escaping her throat as claws grazed the tingling skin of her cheek.
Then the warmth was back.
She didn’t waste time savoring it. Her other hand lightly tugging at his suit jacket’s lapel as she pressed her chest closer to his. She wanted to taste more of that warmth but didn’t dare to deepen the kiss lest she scared him away.
He pulled back and she planted another kiss on the corner of his lips before she could think better of it, smiling at the giggle it got out of him.
A hand grazed along her arm as he detached himself from her. She promptly intertwined their fingers when it reached her palm.
She worried her cold lips in an attempt to get some warmth back. Did he take it or was it always his?
“Did you like it?” She glanced at him through her eyelashes.
He snickered, tailcoat coming to wrap around his propped up knees, squeezing her hand.
“I loved it.” He buried his head on his knees. “I love you. Please, don’t forget that. I’m sorry that–”
“Hey.” She squeezed his hand back, warmth spreading to her through it. “No need for that. We’re not in any rush, remember? I’ll wait as long as you need. I love you. Never forget that.”
Her heart constricted at the way he trembled. She rubbed his knuckles to comfort him, to pass the amount of affection she had for him, to show just how much she meant those words, but the trembling didn’t stop even as he tightened the hold on her hand.
“Trick,” she quietly called.
An ear flickered, but otherwise, he didn’t respond.
“Félix.”
The tailcoat bundled tighter around his frame, but he peeked up at her.
She shuffled forward, patting her lap with a gentle smile and an inquiring tilt of her head.
He didn’t move for a stretched-out minute then slowly nodded, tailcoat falling to the floor. She gently pulled him by the hand and he crawled to her lap, hunching as he snuggled on her chest. The warmth enveloped her entire being.
She wrapped an arm tightly around her fox, burying her face in his soft strands.
“Don’t you ever forget that,” she murmured.
We’ll get out of this
‘Cause I love you, I do
We’ll get out of this
‘Cause I love you, it’s true
But if you’re doubting this
If you’re doubting that I do
Then oh my God, I’m screwed