this is my longest one yet, i'm shook
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The sky cried with rain over Paris. It was angry ─ rumbling with thunder and screaming with lightning. It was crying over two broken hearts . . . Hopelessly in love only to be hurt by the other. Breaking them inside, needing to be held together as their pieces fall apart. The rain cried their tears, and they were grateful ─ but the roars covered their screams of anger. They were hating the person who rejected them, but they were also hating themselves. They asked theirselves, "What is wrong with me? Why won't they accept me?" So they pondered in their mind for one possible solution: They aren't good enough for them. And they believed it.

This burning feeling in their throats feels like alcohol is being shoved down while their hearts are being torn out. The air being cut off because they just couldn't breathe. It was tearing them apart, and no one could hear them scream. Silence is the most painful scream of all. They were breaking.

They believed that they just weren't meant to be loved. Sad, isn't it?

The city didn't look as bright as it usually did. It looked gloomy with rain clouds, and the lights were dim. It expressed the two teens moods. Depressed, heartbroken and hurt. Tonight, Ladybug and Chat Noir were supposed to patrol, but the rain ruined their plan. Except, the alley cat went out anyways despite how hard it was pouring. He looked upon his /beloved/ city in anger. His face twisted and his brows furrowed, clenching his fist. He wouldn't allow it to consume him . . . He just needed to let it out.

"Everyone thinks you're perfect." He mumbles to himself. He turns his back towards his city. "They think . . . Nothing is wrong with your life! Riches, fame, clothes!" He couldn't take much of the aching in his heart. Why did he hate himself so much? "But . . . They don't know you! SHE ─ doesn't know you!" Chat's voice was increasing with every bit of anger he had left in him. He didn't even know who /she/ was. Ladybug? Marinette? He could feel the tears form in his eyes, but he won't let them go. Not yet. "Everyone loves you for the image you are. But with the mask . . . With who you truly are . . . Why would she?" Ladybug. He closed his eyes letting his tears slip out. The aching in his body made him shiver. He was cold, he was scared, and he was broken. His pieces were falling apart and he couldn't put himself back together. The anger was rising and he couldn't hold it all in.

"No one . . . Will ever love you! CATACLYSM!" Summoning his power of destruction, he placed his palm on the large ad board with his face on it. Big enough for all of Paris to see, watching it break apart. He sunk down to his knees crying his heart out. Or, at least what's left of it.
"Why . . . " he cried, "WHY DONT YOU LOVE ME!? WHATS WRONG WITH ME!?" He was shouting out to nothing. He was shouting to his mere image. An image that his father has created, but he was falling. That image was cracking and the real him was breaking through. But he didn't wanna come out.

Months. Months of being hopelessly in love with a boy out of her league. Months of fantasizing what their future could be like. MONTHS of living in a lie. It hurt her. He hurt her. With his hurtful words, his harsh rejection! She was preparing for a, 'Sorry, Marinette. But I don't like you that way.' No . . . She got something worse. She can't get his voice out of her head. It was driving her crazy!

'YOU DONT EVEN KNOW ME. HOW COULD YOU POSSIBLY LOVE ME?'

He was screaming at her. It was a side of Adrien she had never seen. If only Marinette had prepared herself for the worst. But he was right . . . She didn't know him. So instead she blamed herself for this. She should've known better for no approaching him, or fall for him.

Marinette knows she shouldn't be out on her roof when it was raining. She was angry and cold at the same time. She wanted to transform, scream into the rain and cry it all out. But she couldn't risk running into Chat Noir after what happened this morning. Rejecting him made her realize how much she loved Adrien, but it all went to waste. She wanted to see her kitty, and be with him . . . But she was too ashamed of herself to even face him.

And yet, she still wanted Adrien to love her. She hated, hated him for ruining her!

"You . . ." Marinette gripped the railings tightly as her knuckles turned white. She hunched her back with her face scrunched up and her tears slipping down her cheeks. Her body ached so much that she could hardly stand. "You bastard!" She cried out. "What did i do wrong!? Why . . . Why! Why! Why!" Her voice cracked at the end as she felt her knees go weak. Shouting into the rain was all she can do. It didn't make her feel better, it made her get even more mad. With herself.

"He never liked you!" She sobbed. "Who would love a girl like you, Marinette? He will . . . He will never love you!" She shook the railings roughly wanting it to break. She just wanted to fall over to her death. "WHATS WRONG WITH ME!?"

"Marinette?"

Her body tensed. Through the thunder, there was a voice that used to soothe her. She was almost terrified to turn around because she just couldn't face him. Not like this ─ weak. Ladybug wasn't weak, but Marinette was. They were completely different people, and she had to keep that in mind. Her heel slowly turned her around to face the person behind her. She could barely see him through the rain and the darkness. But his eyes gave him away, glowing through the thickness. It sent chills crawling down her spine causing her to shiver. "Chat Noir?" She wrapped her arms around herself.

"I . . . Heard you screaming. I wanted to check if you're alright." She's not, you idiot. You broke her heart, remember? He spoke through the coldness of his voice, trying his best to sound okay. He regretted yelling at her but he couldn't apologize in this state. After thinking for a long time, he made a mistake. Ladybug was his mistake . . . Marinette was just a victim. A girl who got in the way of his anger and emotions that he let it slip out. And he was sorry for that.

"I'm . . . I'm fine." Liar. She closed her eyes swallowing the knot in her neck trying so hard not to break down in front of him. "What about you, Chat? Are you okay?" He didn't look okay, she could obviously tell even without knowing what happened today. After what she did. He blinked and turned her head away from her gaze. "Please, a hero's feelings shouldn't matter, it's the civilian's who do." He looked at her in the eyes, and he could feel how broken she is. She felt the same way when she looked into his. Neither of them were okay.
"You should get inside before you get sick. It isn't safe being out here."

"I can handle myself. I don't need some /cat/ watching after me." She turned her back to him. Lightning flashed and she tensed up feeling her heart race. She felt him grow closer, feeling him towering over her. "This /cat/ happens to be the hero of Paris, and knows better than some girl. Get inside before you get sick." Marinette bit back, I'm a hero too. He was being demanding and that kind of worried her. She knew she couldn't win this battle, but she didn't wanna go inside and be alone. She was fine being alone out here.

"My parents aren't home. They went out of town for tonight. Would you . . . Like to join me for some hot chocolate? I mean, we're both cold . . . It would be nice." Just be nice, she thought. It was cold and raining hard, who would wanna spend the night outside?

He stared down at her pondering on his response. Spending the night with the girl who he rejected and instantly regretted so. He heard her cries of pain ─ he was glad that she wasn't akumatized. Or at least, that he wasn't. Chat Noir ran his gloved fingers through his blonde hair trying to get himself to say yes. His eyes closed gulping down his cowardliness, and slowly nodded. "Whatever it takes for you to head inside." He turned his back to her as she loosened up. Her eyes watched him as he carefully leaned down to the trap door, lifting it up. "After you, princess." He half heartedly smiled. Though the pain in his eyes were clear. She returned the smiled and climbed into her bedroom not minding how wet she was ─ from the rain. Chat followed closely behind her, taking in the scenery of her room. Pink, he thought. His eyes caught pictures lying on the ground . . . Pictures of Adrien Agreste. He was taken by surprise of the red X marks drawn across his face. Some pieces being crumbled up. Her room seemed messy, as if she'd thrown a tantrum after what he'd done to her.

"Sorry," Marinette broke him out of throught, "my room's a bit of a mess . . ." She quickly picked up the pictures throwing them into her wastebasket. He watched her closely with the same sad look in his eyes. She caught it, and took note of that. "I'm gonna change into some dry clothes. I'll um . . . Get you a towel." She stood in place watching him for awhile as he painfully nodded. He avoided eye contact with his eyes glued on her pink painted wall. She let out a sigh before exiting her room.

"You're such an idiot," he told himself as he closed his eyes shut. He kept replaying the scene ─ both scenes ─ in his head. Ladybug rejecting him and him rejecting Marinette. Two important girls in his life just escaping his grasp. He grew angry at himself for doing this. He never should've yelled at a sweet girl such as Marinette. And here he was, standing in the middle of her bedroom aching inside from the pain he caused her. Though the Dupain-Cheng figured he was upset because of Ladybug. He walked over to the fallen picture frame, picking up from tbe carpet. He came face to face with himself. The image everyone wanted to see. He exhaled seeing that it was cracked, gently setting it down on her desk. "Marinette . . . I'm sorry." He mumbled closing his eyes once more. "Forgive me."

He heard light footsteps coming up the steps. Chat turned his head finding her in her pajamas, holding a white towel in her hands. She walked on over to him handing it to him. "There ya go. Dry yourself off . . . I'll be downstairs." He took the towel from her hand nodding. Again, he watched her slip away. The more distant he grew, the more she saddened. She faked a smile before going back downstairs.

He walked down the stairs smelling the mocha brewing with the hot chocolate. His head turned finding Marinette washing the dishes that were left from earlier. Her eyes darted towards him, before focusing back on the dishes. Chat walked over to the stove, watching the chocolate dissolve in the water. He took in the delicious smell smiling at it. "Smells good." He looked over at her finding that her attention was still at the dishes. He sighed and walked over to the table taking a seat. His long claws tapped soundly as he watched her. It seemed as if she had been crying again. Adrien Agreste broke her heart, but Chat Noir could try to be a friend to her right now.

"You were screaming when I saw you . . . You were asking yourself what was wrong with you. Marinette, whatever happened . . . There is nothing wrong with you ─"

"Chat, please. I don't wanna talk about it." She replied harshly.

"But, there's something bothering ─"

"Just drop it, Chat! Okay? Please, just drop it . . ." She slammed the plate she was washing down on the countertop by accident, causing it to break. "Fuck!" She cursed out at herself. Marinette leaned down to pick up the broken pieces ─ her broken pieces. Chat ran over to help. He wanted to help put her back together. "I can do it myself!" She shouted at him, causing the cat to tense up. She didn't need him to fix her, not like this. Not when he didn't know who she really want. She pulled out the trashcan from underneath the sink, throwing the pieces away, one by one.

"I should just go . . ." He didn't know what else to say. He turned away to leave, but Marinette stood to her feet grabbing his arm before her could take another step.

"No!" He paused hearing her cry. His eyes closed focusing on her voice. "Please stay . . . I don't wanna be alone. Not right now. Just stay. For tonight."

Tonight, he thought. The whole night? He stayed silent feeling her grip tighten around his arm. Her hand was small and dainty. Yet she was strong. He sighed heavily as he slowly turned to face her, finding her blue bell eyes staring up at him innocently. He couldn't say no to her. He owed her. "Don't worry, I won't . . . Okay?" He smiled at her cupping her cheeks, wiping her single tear away. I'll put you back together.

She stepped back nodding silently. "I ─ um, I think the hot chocolate is ready." She smiled.

Marinette poured the hot drink into two mugs. Steam rose disappearing into the air. She popped in two small marshmallows into both drinks. Taking the mugs into both hands, she walked over to the table where Chat was waiting. She placed the black mug in front of him and the pink mug in front of her. "Bon Appetit!" She giggled. He smiled at her cuteness ─ and how her mood changed in an instant. She took a sit across from him, bringing her mug close to her lips. She blew into her drink softly before taking a small sip. He did the same humming afterwards. "Best hot chocolate i've ever tasted." He grinned at her. She returned his kindness with a small hum.

He continued to watch her. How she seemed so distant ─ trying so hard to hide the pain she expressed earlier. Hiding it was harder than expressing it to him. The cat who she rejected, who shared the same pain as her. They understood each other, but they caused each other pain. If only they both knew it. He reached over and held her hand firmly catching her attention. "There's nothing wrong with you, Marinette. You shouldn't think so negatively of yourself! Whoever hurt you, whoever doesn't /love/ you, is stupid!" I am stupid. "They don't deserve you!" I dont deserve you. "You are so much more than them." You are so much more than me.

Marinette stared straight at him. She listened to every word that left his lips. It felt nice to hear someone say all that to her, making her feel so much better. If only he knew half of it. If only he knew that she was the one who hurt him too. She was stupid, she didn't deserve him, he is so much more than her. Ladybug was supposed to help people, and she didn't help Chat. She hurt him. And here he was, telling her all these things when he just didn't know. She squeezed his hand as another tear slipped down her freckled cheek, smiling at him. "Thanks, Chat." She said softly. "That means a lot."

He took another sip of his hot chocolate. "Of course, princess . . . No one should bring your spirits down. Your knight will always be here to protect you." He winked at her. Usually, she would've rolled her eyes at him at how ridiculous he was acting. Instead she smirked at him flirtatiously. Something that Ladybug would do.

"What about you, Chat? Something is clearly bothering you." She knew what it was. She just had to hear it from him, and how he would interpret his side of it. His cat ears perked up as he finished taking another sip of his hot chocolate. He set his mug down frowning. "Don't worry . . . It's nothing to worry about. I'm fine."

"No, you're not. I know you're not." Marinette frowned. He stared down at his drink. Ladybug ─ his lady ─ wasn't his to begin with.

"I'm sorry, Chat." Ladybug spoke softly, as if what she was about to say was gonna break him. "I don't like you that way."

He blinked away his tears not realizing he was squeezing Marinette's hand. She sensed it, that he was beginning to break. He clearly didn't want to talk about it. "Chat? Are you okay?" He wasn't done letting it out. He couldn't handle it anymore ─ hating himself. He should be hating her. "Ladybug," He closed his eyes. "I hate her." He said it so sternly. As if it didn't hurt to say it. Without hesitation. Marinette was taken back by the sudden words. "She made me feel this way. She rejected me! Broke me! It's all her fault." He growled angrily feeling his anger continue to build up. His eyes darted towards the ground feeling his body tremble and his hands shake. "She doesn't understand how much confidence it took for me to say that! I've loved her since the day I met her, and she just . . . She hurt me! She doesn't care about me!" He broke. He fell about in front of her, bringing the palm of his hands up to his face as he sobbed. Marinette couldn't help but cry too, watching him.

"No, Chat, no . . ." She whimpered as she walked over to him. Her arms wrapped around him as he buried his face into her chest. "Why doesn't she care about me!?" He cried out as he hugged the girl tightly. Marinette watched helplessly. This was her doing, and she couldn't do anything about it. "Chat, i'm sure she does care about you . . . I'm sure she didn't mean to hurt you! You two are a team." She pulled away holding his face in her hands. "Where would she be without you?"

He stared up at her with the saddest look in his eyes. Marinette knew it, because she meant it.

Chat straightened himself up and wiped his tears away, blinking a few times. "You don't know what she thinks. Not even I do." He frowned. He pretended like nothing happened trying to seem like the strong one. Though sometimes, some people just need to let it out. Marinette stepped back and walked back to her seat seeing the same cold look she saw in his eyes from earlier. She took her pink mug in her hand and sipped on it silently, watching him.

He stared down at his drink getting himself calm again. His eyes closed letting out a sigh. "I'm sorry, Marinette." For everything. She sat silently thinking to herself. What now? She thought to herself and slowly rose to her feet with her head hung low. She met his eyes, and sighed once more. "Excuse me." She turned her back and headed towards her bedroom. She hurried up the stairs and closed her trap door, leaving him alone at the table. All by himself.

"Tikki?" Marinette called out to her kwami. The red creature flew out from her hiding spot, zipping over to her miraculous holder. "Marinette! What's going on?"

"I screwed up. I love Chat. I really do love him, and . . . I hurt him." She wrapped her arms around herself. "You should've heard what he said . . . He said that he hates her. He hates Ladybug, he hates me. And he broke, Tikki!" She shook her head viciously.

"Don't do that to yourself, Marinette. Don't torture yourself. The moment you two see each other again ─ as Ladybug, you can apologize and tell him how you truly feel. I'm sure he'll forgive you." Tikki snuggled up to Marinette's cheek wiping away her fallen tear.

"I don't know, Tikki. He's broken because of me." She closed her eyes. Everything fell apart when she told him she didn't love him. It was like his bad luck began affecting her. Going deep in thought, she relived her happy memories with Chat. All those times he flirted with her, and she flirted back playfully. It was on and off, and all along she thought it was just a game. But after finding out she meant more than just a friend to him, she panicked. At that moment, she didn't know what to do. She didn't love him, yet she loved him so much she didn't want to hurt him. Though she did and now she believes this is all her fault. Adrien rejected her, she now thought it was a taste of her own medicine. Karma came back to bite her, and it hurt. Now they were both unhappy. They had each other.

"I can't go back down there. I can't face him. Not after everything I put him through." Marinette paced back and forth as Tikki followed her. She was being frantic, and that wasn't good. "Marinette, calm down. He's your partner, you two have gone through so much together. You can't let this get between you two."

They both froze at the sound of heavy footsteps coming up. Tikki zipped back into her hiding spot as the trap door swung open. Marinette turned to look at Chat who looked back at her. "Chat? What's wrong?" He stood up completely entering her bedroom, the trap door shutting behind him. He slowly began walking over to her with a cold look in his eyes once again. "Chat?" Marinette backed up as he grew closer only to have her back hit the wall. He kept walking until he was towering over her, eyes darted towards hers. She whispered his name with a hint of fear in her voice. Maybe he overheard her, he was upset with her, after all he did say he hated her.

"I'm sor─" Before she could finish, his lips smashed against hers. His hands grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the wall as he kissed her. Forcefully, passionately and deeply. He made her feel weak . . . She enjoyed that. He was pouring all his anger into the kiss as he pressed his weight down on her, lessening her chances of escaping. Her eyes were closed shut as she returned the same amount of force into the kiss. She could tell her wanted the power, that he wanted to be the dominant one.

The kiss was everything she ever wanted from him. When she kissed Chat, he was under the control of an akuma. It didn't mean anything, or at least she thought it didn't. He leaned into it, but it just felt /friendly/. But this kiss was more. It spoke words to her, even if their lips were moving against each other. He was angry, he was sad, and he just wanted Ladybug. But she was the closest person he could get to, and she didn't mind if he was just using her. She wanted him from the start. She was just too blind to realize it.

Marinette ran her fingers through his blonde hair. His hands slid down her waist, grabbing a hold of her thighs and hoisting her up the ground. Her legs wrapped around his waist holding herself up while he pressed her more against the wall. Things grew heated. Their mouths felt hot against one anothers, breathing against each other, their tongue's dancing with one another. They were spiraling into an abyss that was hard to come out of. He just couldn't get enough of her and how willingly she was going to give herself to him.

"Kitty ~" She whimpered helplessly. He caused a low groan to rise from his throat while his tongue slid down her chin to her jaw. He left trails of hickeys down her neck sucking hard, till they were purple. His grip around her wrists tightened enough to leave bruises. She was like a drug to him that he couldn't get enough of. He bucked his hips against her in between her thighs, causing a light moan to escape her lips. Her head leaned back into enjoyment feeling his hard boner rub against her vagina through her sweats, making her wet. She was aching for him, digging her finger nails into his scalp.

He humped her dry. The thrill sent chills down his spine while he bit down on her shoulder. Hard enough to probably leave a scar on her. He tasted the mix of her blood and flesh ─ but she didn't care. The pleasure just felt so good. She was already feeling high off him. Marinette took in his scent, his body, everything about him. It turned her on so much.

Before she knew it, she was off the wall. He carried her to her sofa, throwing her down. He quickly climbed on top of her with their lips meeting once again. Her lips tasted like cherry chapstick, taking in the moisture and softness. How her lips fit his perfectly, as if they were just a perfect match. His gloved hands went roaming around her petite body taking in every bit amount of detail. He went underneath her shirt. The touch of his cold gloves made her jump a bit. His hands gently cupped her breasts, squeezing then lightly. Her body arched into them while he deepened the miss. He forced his tongue inside her mouth taking in her taste. His fingers pinched her sensitive nipples making her moan with a slight whimper.

He grabbed the ends of her shirt quickly pulling it off over her head. He admired her body, how perfectly innocent she looked. He leaned down to her and placed his mouth on her breasts. He sucked on her nipple as he grabbed the other, feeling her squirm around underneath. Her soft whimpering and moans only turned him on even more. Something took over him and he was growing senseless. His hands roamed down to the waist band of her sweats, grabbing a hold of them and pulling them down her legs along with her panties. She spread her legs for him. He sat in front of her admiring her wet pussy, licking his lips. He had a hungry look in his eyes as he lied on his stomach, wrapping his hands around her thighs and bringing her closer. Without a word, he glided his tongue against her clit. Her body tensed and her mouth hung open breathing out softly. A sense of pleasure sparked throughout her.

His tongue was gliding over her wet folds savoring the taste. He felt the sofa shift as she jolted from the amount of pleasure being sent from him. Her face clearly showed how much she was enjoying this. Being high off this feeling was going to become unhealthy, craving this kind of fun every night for the rest of her life. Her virgin self never stopped to wonder about this until now. Giving herself away willingly to her partner ─ her kitty. Marinette squeezed her eyes shut and grabbed a hold of the edge of the sofa. She dug her nails into the fabric arching her back while a loud moan came from her lips. The cat responded with a smirk watching her, tasting her.

He pulled his head away, and got on his knees. He then hovered over her while two fingers began to rub her clit slowly. Her mouth hung open panting heavily, watching his eyes scan her body. Without a warning, he slid his gloved fingers inside her pussy, careful with his claws. He silenced her moans with his lips. His fingers began to move in and out of her teasing her which is causing her to feel frustrated. Her fingers entangled with his blonde hair tugging on it to express how anxious she was, deepening the kiss. When he pulled back, she stared up at him. His green eyes were glowing through the thick darkness. It was almost hypnotic. To believe that she had hurt him ─ he had hurt her ─ that was all forgotten now. They wanted each other. They needed each other.

He fingered her slowly, trying not to hurt her so much. He was careful with his claws making sure he didn't scratch her. Marinette closed her eyes with her mouth gaped open. Her body flinched every time he pushed forward, her hips moving into them every time. Watching her was fascinating, and she didn't even realize that he was still staring at her. Admiring her beauty, admiring her grace. He found the courage to lean down to her, his breath running down her neck and whispering softly, "I love you."

Her eyes immediately opened and her heart raced. It was something no one has told her, and yet here he was with his fingers inside her telling her these little three words that changed everything. Before she could reply, he was now in front of her. He grabbed ahold of his bell and slowly began pulling it down, Marinette watched as it glided down revealing his evenly tanned chest. She was mesmerized and was quickly silenced. It seemed as if everything was happening too fast. He pulled his suit back, down his arms until his hands were free. He undid his belt around his waist gently pulling it out. Marinette, lying helpless below him, watched silently not even blinking. She knew what was coming, the question was, did she truly want it?

He pulled his suit down his waist and to her surprise, his cock sprang out. He was desperate from his growing boner, aching to be inside her already. "Chat," she whispered staring up into his green eyes. He stared back at her, till he lowered to his. His bangs hung in front of them. He began to position himself, and she didn't protest. Instead she allowed him to pull her closer with a hold of her thighs. The tip of his cock pressed gently against her vagina, teasing her almost. He didn't know exactly what he was doing, but it felt right. Slowly, he began to push himself inside her. Her mouth gaped open and her body flinched. He was going deeper with every slow movement, and her moans grew louder each time. He let out a moan himself once he was fully inside her. Soon, his hips slowly began thrusting. His first thought was that, this is better than just jacking off. She felt tight around him, and he enjoyed that feeling. He looked down at the Dupain-Cheng, her eyes were lidded and she was moaning uncontrollably. She grabbed ahold of a pillow digging her nails into it.

The question was out of her mind. Now she was focused on him ─ the amount of pain and pleasure mixed together drove her over the edge. She forgot about Adrien, she forgot about the pain she felt before. Chat Noir was who she wanted. Chat Noir was who she got ─ if only he knew that she was the one who caused him to feel this way. He's only doing this to cure his broken heart. Because of her, because of Ladybug.

He leaned down while he picked up the pace. His tongue glided up her neck to her jaw, savoring her taste. The both of them began to sweat. Marinette couldn't keep her mouth shut. His cock thrusting in and out of her ─ she was thrilled ! She felt like she was floating in the air, through the clouds and past the sunshine. He was lifting her up. He made her happy, if only she saw that sooner.

Their lips met once again. They weren't strangers anymore, instead their kiss was stronger than before. It was more passionate and loving. God, he loved her. Ladybug? No ─ she didn't matter anymore. Not right now anyways. He straightened himself once again, pulling out of her. He grabbed ahold of her hips and flipped her on her stomach, helping her up on her hands and knees. He pushed his cock back inside of her without a warning, and returned back to a quick pace.

Their love making was their first, and it was miraculous. There was something about her that he felt attracted to. She's known him for so long, and never noticed these hidden feelings she had for him. It was something that sparked the moment she felt his lips against hers. The moment she knew that Adrien Agreste would never hurt her again ─ because she had Chat Noir.

The cat in the night knew he was alone. No one took pity on his soul, not even Ladybug. But Marinette . . . She was something else. She was a girl who was always awkward around him, but had the sweetest personality. She was clumsy, but extremely talented. She had her flaws, but she was beautiful. He was captivated by her beauty and he couldn't get over what he was feeling for her. It was driving him crazy.

When he pulled out, her came all over her stomach as she was lying on her back again. Exhausted, he collapsed down beside her. Their breathing was heavy, they were drenched in sweat, but they were happy. They both stared up into the darkness focusing on each other's breaths. Marinette's mind was blank.

"I love you too."

She answered to him. His head turned to her, and she turned to him. Chat's hand cupped her cheek, and he leaned close to her softly kissing her lips.

If only they knew.