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“Do it again!”
“Lucky charm!”
Casting a bright, red flash upward, Ladybug summoned another random object. The small item fell into the palm of her gloved hand.
Her partner peaked over her shoulder. “What is it?”
“It’s…” She uncapped the tube. “...Lip stain?” She hummed thoughtfully. “What can we do with—”
“Hold still.” Lifting the tube from her grasp, he offered his hand. “May I?”
She hoped the night masked the blush that graced her cheeks.
After she gave a slight nod, he tilted her head up with a finger under her chin, taking care to brush a few strands of hair behind her ear. He pulled the wand out of the tube and concentrated on her lips, carefully layering on a thin coat with a steady hand.
Suddenly it was too hot in her skin-tight suit. There he was, so close and so very attentive. So fixated on her. She was unsure where to look or where to put her hands, so she settled for placing them folded atop his knee, her eyes fluttered closed.
“There!” He capped the lid back on with a click.
She hummed in delight. “How does it look?”
While patting the product across her lips with the pad of his middle finger, he vaguely mused that the dark pigment, while rather bold, complemented her. It also reminded him of the time she had been hit by Dark Cupid's arrow.
“That shade of black kinda suits you. When you’re not running around trying to stun me, that is,” he added in a teasing lilt.
Her smile turned smug. “Even better when you’re not running around trying to kiss me~”
“Touché.”
As he pulled away, she instinctively pursed her lips. And he instinctively traced the small movement with his gaze.
“How was it though?”
He begged her finest pardon.
“Excuse me?”
“The kiss,” she repeated. “What was it like?”
He averted his gaze, looking anywhere but her. “Welll, uhhh, you see,” he rubbed the back of his neck, “I’m not sure how would be the best way to tell you—”
“Then show me.”
She had said it so matter-of-factly, with such nonchalance, as if it was the obvious solution. But every fiber in his being was on the verge of exploding.
He feigned a cough into his fist to mask his blush. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea, Little Bug.”
“Whatever it is, I can handle it!” she huffed, fiercely determined.
"Really?" He chuckled amusedly. "Even if I told you," he held her wrists and shifted their positions, "that you tackled me and pinned me down?" Her hands pinned his shoulders as he fell back onto the roof tiles, with his hands gripping her waist and guiding her on top of him.
“Oh.” She blushed from on top of him.
She was definitely chalanting now.
His thumb drew circles along her upper thigh. An air of comfort and reassurance laced with a slight challenge.
"You can tap out at any time, Bug."
As much as she was inwardly losing her shit, her curiosity outweighed her—everything else.
Another nod.
“Then you were about to hit me with your venom—” He positioned her fist in the air accordingly, as if ready to sock him. “So then I grabbed your face like this.”
Unlike the heated events he was recounting, his hands took their time gently sliding up either side of her face, caressing his knuckles against her cheek and gently threading his fingers through her hair. Slowly, he pulled her down to meet him at his level until she hovered above him, just a breath away. He paused, waiting for His Lady’s approval.
She closed the distance between them.
Their second kiss was nothing like the first. Just as passionate, but far sweeter.
He gingerly cupped the side of her face, and she melted into the touch. His other hand settled comfortably on her waist while her fingers lovingly raked through his hair. She felt his leather tail wrapping around her thigh and smiled against his lips.
What he wouldn't give for a dose of her.
She pulled away for a moment as they caught their breaths. His chest heaved, eyes glazed over and lips slightly parted. The sight of him lying beneath her—breathless and dazed, bathed in the moonlight, with his hair mussed and black lipstick smeared across his lips—made her chest swell with overwhelming adoration. She smudged the pigment staining the outer corner of his mouth with her thumb.
“My lipstick looks better on you.”