Does This Change…Our Feelings?

Summary: It was bound to happen one of these days, after all. Learning the true identity of Ladybug has been all that has occupied Cat Noir's mind day in and day out since he meet her. Now the cat is out of the bag…

Disclaimer: Miraculous Ladybug is owned by Zagtoons. I, the authoress, do not own and or profit from anything. Please note that none of my personal views and or opinons are reflected in this work of fan fiction.

Authoress' Notes: Do not ask me what is with this trend of romance fiction lately, because I have no clue other than I like this ship. One of my few favorite (more or less) canon ships, in truth. Never-mind the fact I am on a kick with Miraculous Ladybug and even have a few more stories planned. No idea when they might get written nor go live.

Chapter One-

Ladybug could feel her heart pound against her chest to a magnitude that blasted all the way into her ear drums as she leaped off one roof and onto the next. Even though she was sore and coated in a tick and grimy layer of sweat, the raven haired teen pushed herself to use every remaining ounce of energy in her body to sprint forward. There was no way she was going to let the baddie get away.

Ladybug narrowed her eyes into stills as she balled her hands into fits and allowed her glove-covered nails to tear into her covered palm, a distraction from the shooting pain rushing in her leg that she prayed was nothing more serious than a sprain. Work though the pain, work though the pain. She chanted to herself under her breath as she grinned her teeth. She was a hero, everyone was looking to her to stop this latest danger from Paris. It was up to her, and well, Cat Noir. That is if you where willing to count the un-lucky black kitty that was trailing a few feet behind as he cradled his own injured tail in his paws. If not for the seriousness of the mater nor her own physical injuries, Ladybug might have found some humor in just how big of a baby Cat was.

Crying and yelling like a small child that just fell of their bike and scraped up their knee good- painful, very much so. Dramatic? More than anything. Cat had a thing for over-the-top dramatics.

Bad luck was actually drawn to him and no amount of four leaf clovers or any other lucky charms (even that of the imported sugary cereal variety) seemed to counteract it.

A snicker emerged from Ladybug's tightly pressed lips as she skillful manged to doge a attack from their advisory. Only to find herself confronted with another. With a tiny screech of her own, she dodged it- barely.

First I blow my math exam, and now I have someone throwing balls of gun powder at my head…fantastic way to start the week. Really off to a-

Bang!

Ladybug jumped in alarm and balled her hands into fist as she took a defensive pose, only to find herself thrown against a cold brick fireplace. Just how or what happened was besides her and try as she might she was unable to work past the bury haze that impaired her vision. Slowly, the masked hero started to raise her arm in hopes of whipping her eyes. But even that simple task was try-some, not even after moving her arm a few inches from her side did stabs of pain shoot up her limb forcing it down. With a moan the pain increased and tears festered in the far corners of her eyes.

Not good was the understatement of the century.

Work…though…the…pai- ouch! Ladybug started to do the one thing she had promised her younger self she would never do in public- cry. Tears made of pain that overcame her entire being, fear of the danger that was out of her sightliness, and the strongest of all the failure. The citizens of Paris counted on her and Cat for protection, it was her job to keep people safe.

Slowly a soft hand placed itself on her shoulder and a soft voice broke though what otherwise might have been the start of a break-down, "My Lady." Ladybug twisted her neck, ironically enough the only part of her that was in the least amount of pain, only to find herself eye and eye with a black blob she recognized as her partner. With a small huff, Ladybug tried to pull her shoulder away and stand. But the key-word was try.

"We've gotta go after him," Ladybug muttered in slurred speech between gasps for air.

Cat titled his head and allowed his ears to flop some as he shook his head. With a tisk-tisk he took Ladybug by the hand, "You're injured."

"So what? We have to stop him!"

Cat narrowed his eyes, he had grown to know Ladybug to be that of a strong-willed, determined and selfless hero but such reckless behavior was far from the norm. If he tried to pull the crap she was now Ladybug would have grabbed him by the ear and used his tail as a rope to tie him up. After all she had done that. Just thinking back onto the embarrassing memory was enough to make the black cat's cheeks burn in a bright hue of ember. "I can't let you, Lady." He slowly reached up and brushed a lose hair behind her ear and away from her face. As he did so he chanced a glance at her earrings, the source of her transformation. Typically they where adored with several black spots. Now however there was only one single black spot- and it was blinking.

"I'm fine."

Cat paused as he watched Ladybug slowly try and rise to her feet, was it possible that she had not realized how weak she was or that her transformation was only going to last for such a short time longer? Or could she just not care. Cat slowly went to open his mouth, but found himself paused in hesitation.

More than anything in this world did he long to be with Ladybug, to be together and lead a romance their city was famous for. Her face was the first thing he seen when he woke up every morning and the last before he diffed off to sleep. Even when they where apart he though of her and found himself wondering just who the girl of his dream was. Could she be close, or far away? Did she spend her days in a lab, or prefer dance? He wanted to know, he wanted to know the woman he loved.

He had chances left and right to find out who she was, it was almost as if fate had been testing him. Teasing him with his desires.

This was another chance, was he really willing to let another one go and spend another month hating himself for it?

No. Cat shook his head. He loved Lady. To allow her in such a sate to have her form drop wasn't how he wanted things. He wanted her to make the choice to show him her true self, to have her want to let their bond grow.

It wouldn't be right or fair any other way.

Suddenly Cat wrapped his arms around Ladybug and drew her as close as he could until their chest lined up against once another's. Despite Ladybug's squires, flared cheeks and protested of kicking him for this, Cat smiled softly as he placed his mouth against her ear. "I can't allow you to do this. A hero's job is to protect a city from danger, but she can't do it if she doesn't put herself first once and awhile. You're hurt and need medical attention," Cat rubbed her back lightly as he placed his head on top of hers. "I promise you we will stop him, but I need you to be okay- Paris needs you to be. During the battle you might not have noticed, but your power is getting low. Your form isn't going to last much longer and you need to get out of here and far away before it does."

"If someone, even myself, was to find out what lies behind your mask everything would change, Lady. If one person knows soon others will. For the sake of yourself and the ones you love you have to put yourself first and go. Run. I dream to one day know the real you, Ladybug. But I also love you enough to want you safe."

With her cheek burning warmer than the summer's sun, Ladybug couldn't help but to feel embarrassed and oddly touched. "Alright." Slowly, she started to pull away from Cat.

Beep!

Cat's eyes grew wide as he jaw feel open as a newly un-transformed Ladybug fell from his arms.