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It has been a few weeks since Ladybug initiated this.
It was just a brief, shy brushing of their lips at first. So brief that you could have easily mistaken them for the fruit of your imagination.
It started one day at the end of a patrol, when they were about to leave for home.
Their usual la bise suddenly seemed not enough for Buguinette anymore.
So, after having backed away from him and contemplated him for a few moments, she stepped forward, and suddenly her lips passed so close to his that Chat Noir would have believed that she actually wanted to kiss him.
"What was that, my lady?" Chat Noir asked, blinking in confusion.
"What was what, Chaton?" Ladybug batted her eyelashes at him with such genuine surprise that he preferred to act as if nothing actually happened.
"Um… nothing. Nevermind." Chat Noir mumbled, not knowing how to react.
Maybe he just missed some social cues. Maybe that's just the kind of thing best friends and partners usually do to each other.
But then Ladybug started getting more bold with each passing day.
Chat Noir couldn't help but notice her staring longingly at him.
Her eyes kept flickering down to his lips every now and then.
She was sucking and biting her bottom lip, as if in anticipation of tasting something extremely delicious.
Sometimes she stuck out the tip of her tongue to lick her lips.
That was a mesmerising view to see his lady so smitten.
As if his lips were candy she couldn't get enough of.
As if she had become addicted to kisses.
Soon, very soon, it didn't seem like la bise anymore.
They weren't simple pecks.
They were actual full-blown kisses now.
Soon she started doing it not only after their patrols but also before them.
During them.
After their famous "pound it!".
During akuma attacks.
As soon as she met him to take care of a villain.
Soon there wasn’t an occasion in which she didn't try to steal a kiss.
She was getting more and more greedy and thirsty.
The kisses were becoming more and more fiery and sensual. As if she wanted to eat up his lips.
Chat Noir didn't say anything. He asked nothing.
He knew he should, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it for the life of him. He didn't even know exactly why.
Perhaps he was too scared that if he did, all this would somehow turn out to be a dream.
So he continued to go with the flow, wondering where it would bring him.
Her lips were all sugary, and her lip balm tasted differently every day.
One day it was strawberry.
Sometimes it was cherry.
Peach.
Raspberry.
Vanilla.
Chocolate.
But the most important thing was that underneath all these flavours, there were always her hot and soft lips, capturing his with a demanding and passionate kiss.
If all that were just a dream, he wished he would never wake up.
This profusion of kisses was intoxicating him. He was definitely getting addicted to kisses as well.
And then that day has come.
She called him and told him to meet her at the top of the Eiffel Tower. But instead of talking to him, as he'd been expecting, she spent a whole hour kissing him senseless.
"My lady," Chat Noir murmured with his kiss-swollen lips when they paused for a minute to catch their breath. He felt a little dizzy, as if he were drunk on his lady's kisses. "What was that you wanted to talk to me about?"
"What?" Ladybug asked, sounding like a spoiled child, licking her plump lips, apparently going to resume their interrupted make-out session.
"Not that I mind doing what we're doing here, but I thought there was some emergency when you called me."
"There was an emergency," Ladybug purred, tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear and looking at him mischievously from beneath half-closed eyelids. "I was dying to see you, Chaton."
Chat Noir gasped. How could she say this to him so easily?
Ladybug didn't let him dwell too much on this by suddenly moving closer to sit on his lap, something she's never done before.
"Mon Chaton," she cooed, tugging slightly at his locks. "Mon minou", she whispered, poking his bell and making it ring. "Silly kitty," she murmured, placing her fingertip on his lips.
Her features suddenly twitched, as if she were struggling with a toothache. Her cheeks bloomed the brightest pink Chat Noir has ever seen. Her fingers started trembling feverishly. Chat Noir could hear her breath becoming uneven.
She clutched his shoulder as if she were drowning.
When Chat Noir leaned closer to take a careful look at her, much to his surprise, there were tears glistening in her eyes.
"My lady," he said worriedly, not knowing what could've come over her.
But then she opened her mouth to speak.
"I'm madly in love with you, Chaton."