School was murder today.

Alya knew something was up the minute she saw me this morning. I tried to answer her questions vaguely but believably. Why are you late... again? I slept in. Why didn't you pick up your phone last night? (Cue suggestive eyebrow raise) I turned it off. Why are you blushing? It's hot outside?

At that one Alya rolled her eyes giving up for now. She pulled me away to class where I couldn't help drifting off. Alya gave me a dozen weird looks and even Adrien knit his eyebrows when he saw me absently staring out the window.

That damn cat has been lurking in the back of my mind since I woke up this morning. I can't decide whether I'm happy with the kiss or not. I probably should've guessed something like this would've happened. Our friendship wasn't exactly orthodox...midnight meetings and not knowing who he is.

As Ladybug I've always pushed him away, thinking that his liking for me was childish. But Chat is always serious around me as Marinette. 

I can't help but be slightly pleased over the kiss. I thought I'd feel guilty that it was Chat and not Adrien, but I can't help the smile that crosses my face as I think back to his lips on mine.

Tap, tap, tap. I jerk upright out of my chair and a blush blooms on my face.

I walk over to the trapdoor and open it slowly so I don't smack him if he's right outside it. Although, he could probably use a smack every once in a while.

I stand on my toes trying to look over the edge, I don't see him. Groaning, I pull myself onto the balcony and walk over to my railing, which he's leaning against.

He winks at me as I walk up to him. I cross my arms and lean in next to him. The air is cool and the sky is still bright with pinks and gorgeous yellows.

Small pieces of the sky reflect off of Chat's suit. He turns so we're both facing the sunset, forearms lightly grazing with every breath. 

"I couldn't focus all day today, " I start, breaking the silence.

He smirks slightly. I continue, "Alya was worried, I think. I even got glances from the rest of my class."

Chat's smirk becomes more visible, "And you were thinking about me?"

"Obviously, I'm a bit confused." I play with my fingers, "I thought you loved Ladybug."

He nods and chuckles slightly, "I do. I love her bravery, her wit and most of all her love for Paris." He opens his body up to me, shifting his weight on one elbow, "I realized last night more than ever that I love her as a partner, for what we stand for."

I look away from him. His voice turns soft, "I see all those things in you Princess, and more." He grabs my hand lightly separating my intertwined fingers. He places our palms together and laces his fingers with mine.

We both look down at our hands, he sighs, "I wish I could take off the gloves." I nod.

"Chat?"

He hums.

"I really like you too." I turn to face him and stand up straight to match his height. Unwrapping our hands, I place mine palms on his lower cheek and jaw, my thumbs lightly caressing his cheeks.

He places his hands around my waist and pulls himself to me, like I'm his anchor. His irises reflect the remaining watercolor of the sky. The green framing them perfectly. He leans in halfway, letting me close the gap. Always the gentleman, never pushing things.

I close the gap, his lips are slightly wet and parted. He immediately sucks on my lower lip. I move my hands so I can play with the hair on the nape of his neck. His lips move in rhythm with mine for the second time in two days.

I savor the taste of him, I don't know how to describe it other than dark and wonderful. I wrap my arms around him and pull him closer. His arms wrap around me tighter in response. I feel alive, like I'm swinging from my yo-yo as Ladybug. Strong, and safe.

We break off together, I place my head on his shoulder and he follows suit. 

"So," he whispers in my ear, "How does it feel to kiss the savior of Paris?"

I laugh and release my arms on his slender form. He lets his fingers trail across my sides as I pull away, I shiver. 

"Good night Chat Noir," I say as I retreat to my bedroom.

He jumps on top of my railing, "Night Marinette." He does a flip off the railing and extends his baton. He catapults away and I hear him whoop in the night.

Giggling I return to my bedroom.

A/N: Hey, so this took way longer than it should've. Truth be told I forgot how crappy all the old chapters were and had to totally scrap them. I'm going to try and get back into a routine and update ALL of my stories this week. And hopefully keep it going from there. Comments and votes are always appreciated!