Adrien was scared that his heart was going to beat out of his chest and onto the hard floor. He paced back and forth in his bedroom, Plagg siting calmly on his bed admiring a plate of cheese next to him.

"I cant believe this!" Adrien began his rant. "She was right there the whole time. I saw her every day, I spoke to her every day!" Adrien said roughly running his shaking hands through his messily blonde hair. "Marinette was Ladybug the whole time and I never saw it." The blonde said out loud as if that was the only way he could confirm it to himself. The woman he loved was always just one seat away from him. "She was right in front of me."

"Technically she was right behind you." Plagg said abruptly, pulling Adrien from his internal reprimand. The blond shot the Kwami an icy glare. "Seriously," The Kwami started. "I'm surprised you never realized that Marinette was Ladybug a long time ago. Really kid they have the same hair color and style, eye color, voice, height, frame, and not to mention bravery to jump into dangerous situations on a whim. Did a red flag not go up when you dealt with the Evillustrator?" Plagg temporarily abandoned the plate of Camembert and arose to look at his charge. "Well here's this Akuma but where's Ladybug? No where to be seen but here's this girl who looks exactly like her, but there's no way there could be any relation. Nuh-Uh!" Plagg formed a dramatic 'X' with his short arms to further emphasize the Kwami's point.

"Honestly it was almost painful watching you miss the hints, I was almost tempted to tell you myself. Humans are so hard to understand, cheese is much less complicated."

Adrien was about to form his rebuttal against the cat when his eyes went wide. "Wait, you knew the entire time?!" Adrien asked angrily. Plagg looked at his charge like he was staring at an idiot.

"Of course I knew, I could sense Tikki with her every day." Plagg explained. Adrien stared at the black cat, irritated by this new bit of information.

"And you didn't say anything!?"

"I couldn't tell you Marinette was Ladybug, you had to figure it out yourself or she had to to tell you, Kwami's aren't aloud to expose either of the heroes, even if its to each other." Plagg explained. "Not to mention it wouldn't have been fair to Marinette for me to tell you."

Adrien just stared at his Kwami, reluctant to admit he had lost the debate. Instead he settled for, "Since when did you develop a Conscience?" Plagg scoffed.

"Need I remind you how many times I've helped you save Paris?" Plagg said as he floated back over to his beloved plate of cheese. Adrien rolled his eyes at the Kwami, walking over to his window and gazing out over Paris. Plagg was right, it would have been unfair to Marinette and selfish of him for Plagg to out Ladybug like that. After all, Ladybug had wanted to keep their identities a secret to protect them both, and he'd known that the entire time. That was the reason why he had never deliberately sought out Ladybug's identity. However now that he knew who Ladybug was, there was nothing to keep him from showing her who he really was. That was only fair right?

Adrien smiled as an idea formed in his mind. Yes he was going to tell Marinette who he really was. Of course he was, but that didn't mean he couldn't have some fun with it.

"Plagg we're going out." Adrien said. The black Kwami looked up from his plate of cheese. Adrien's smirk seemed to grow as he said, "Claws out!"

"But my Camembert!"

Marinette stared down at the text book sitting open on the floor in front of her. It was true that she had been getting better at Physics since she and Adrien really started developing their friendship, but that didn't mean she disliked physics any less. She was about ready to give p when a tap came from the hatch that lead up to her balcony.

When Chat opened the balcony door he was struck with the image of Marinette, settled on the floor with her blue-black hair tied up into a messy bun on top of her head. Strands of hair spidering down he neck to her shoulders, like water when it drips down a glass window after a heavy rain. The sweater she wore was dark blue with a green cat in a Christmas hat saying "Mew-ry Christmas." Chat smiled. He loved a good cat pun.

It was obvious that the sweater was too big for the small frame of the girl it hung off of. One sleeve of the sweater hung past her shoulder, exposing the freckled flesh underneath. But it wasn't any of these things that caused Chat Noir, the great Chat Noir, to truly lose his breath. It was when Marinette turned to gaze at him and their eyes met. Her blue ocean orbs that his grassy green eyes could never compare to in a million years. Chat felt his knees give way under him, causing him to fall from the once confident stance he held previously and land in a very conveniently placed pile of pillows from Marinette's bed. He wasn't used to seeing his Lady look so beautiful.

When Chat looked over to Marinette she had a hand over her mouth, muffled giggles erupted hysterically from behind it. Chat rolled over onto his stomach from his previous position on his back, grateful for how comfortable the pillows he had landed on were.

"What are you doing here, Chat? I have work to do, I can't entertain you and have you distract me." Marinette said.

"Oh?" Chat purred playfully. "And what is so very distracting about me?" Chat asked, loving the dark red blush that spread over Marinette's face. He could never get Ladybug to blush, but it was so easy with Marinette. It would take some time to get used to them being the same person. Marinette glared at the cat and turned around, opting to ignore him and go back to focusing on physics.

Chat was completely silent as he stood from the pile of pillows and made his way over to Marinette, quietly crouching behind her and looking over her shoulder to see what she was reading.

"What are you working on?" Chat asked suddenly, startling Marinette, making her jump away from him. Marinette shot the cat a glare that if she had been Ladybug at the time would have worried him.

"Stop doing that!" Marinette shouted annoyed. Marinette looked up at Chat, her breath caught in her throat. His head was cocked to the side, almost like a curious child. The black cat ears that sat atop his head were perked up, and the moonlight that flooded in through Marinette's window made his blonde hair look like it was shining. Like little water droplets glistening in his golden locks. Marinette felt her face heat up and she turned away quickly. Chat's smile only grew wider.

Marinette sighed and stood up, still refusing to look Chat in the eye. "Well if you insist on staying here, then stay put, I'll be right back." Marinette said as she began walking toward the her bedroom door.

"What am I supposed to do in the mean time?" Chat complained as Marinette reached for her door handle. She sighed, looking around before spotting something.

Marinette reached over and grabbed something round and light blue and tossed it toward the cat, easily caught by the blonde who just looked down at it.

Yarn?

"You're a cat, entertain yourself." Marinette said, walking out of the room. When she was gone Chat looked around at the room. It was different than what he was used to, it was warm and welcoming, unlike his cold and empty house. It was colorful and something he couldn't quite place, it was...it was...lived in.

Chat turned around and giggled at what he saw. Pictures of him, as Adrien. He walked closer to them. He recognized most of them, but there were a few that were so old they were really just vague memories. There were some really good ones though. Chat made a mental note to bring this up later.

Chat looked down at the ball of yarn in his hands. What did Marinette mean when she said he was a cat and to entertain himself? What the hell was he supposed to do with a ball of yarn?!

...

Marinette hadn't been gone ten minutes and when she walked into the room she nearly dropped the two cups in her hands at what she saw. There, in the middle of the room, was Chat Noir. He was laying on his back on the ground, blue yarn tangled around his body, binding his arms to his torso, and the yarn hung from the two black cat ears perched on his head, making his hair stand at odd angles.

"Oh my god!" Marinette exclaimed, beginning to laugh hysterically. "You really are a cat aren't you?" Chat growled half halfheartedly and tried to free himself, really only managing to entangle himself more.

"Okay," Marinette said still trying to calm a fit of giggles. She set the two cups on her desk and turned back to the cat. "Hang on, before you get yourself even more stuck, let me help you." Marinette, who was still giggling, walked over to Chat Noir and crouched down next to him, grabbing some yarn and un-knotting it from around his thin body.

Marinette heard the humming vibration before she felt it. She glanced down at the cat below her, he had a smug look across his face. Then she realized what it was.

"Are you seriously purring right now?!" Marinette said glaring at the blonde.

"I'm a cat don't judge." Chat said calmly, looking up at the irritated girl above him. "Not to mention this isn't the worst situation I've ever been in." Marinette rolled her eyes at the boy and pulled on another piece of string. Chat grinned, an idea surfacing. He yanked on the yarn, startling Marinette and causing her to fall forward, falling, of course, right on top of the boy below her, their noses barely centimeters apart.

The two stayed there in silence, just staring at each other, both too surprised to do anything. As Marinette stared at the cat boy under her, she started to notice subtle things that she hadn't before. Like how Chat's hair wasn't just straight yellow, it was yellow with strands of pale blonde and dark gold, maybe even hints of light brown mixed in. She noticed how his eyes were a vibrant green, tiny specks of gold mixed into them. They were hypnotizing, distracting, and the more Marinette looked at them, the more she was afraid that she would drown in them. And the more she didn't mind.

Marinette stopped thinking, stopped caring, it was like everything that was outside of their little bubble faded away, and it was just she and him. she reached up and brushed away several strands of hair that were blocking her view of the green orbs she adored so much. Before Marinette could think about it, before she could advise herself against it, her lips were on his, in a kiss that made her heart pound and her head spin.

Chat just sat there for a moment, shocked that she was kissing him. Sure, she'd kissed him at the park, but that was different. He hadn't known who she really was then, now he knew. She was his lady. He also knew that she knew exactly who he was. Her partner. And it was that fact alone that made this moment all that much sweeter.

Chat wrapped his arms around the small girl on top of him, so tight it was like he was trying to merge their bodies into one. Marinette was melting to his touch, she could practically feel steam rising from them, like she was fire, and he was the water that she couldn't live without. The water that destroyed her, but at the same time turned her into something new, something better.

Marinette ran her thin fingers across his skin, tracing the sharpness of his jaw. It was hard, stern and set. And it was oh so familiar. She entangled her fingers in his golden hair, pulling lightly before reluctantly pulling away.

Marinette was flushed, and Chat smiled at the effect he had on this work of art that was his princess. Marinette stood, much to Chat's dismay, he'd been enjoying that. Marinette walked over to her desk and once again picked up the two mugs. She walked back over to chat, who had since sat up and pulled any lingering yarn from himself. She extended one of the mugs toward him. She made sure to make Chat's plastic, since she leaned the consequences of giving him glass a long time ago. She should have figured though, since he was, indeed, a cat.

Chat jumped slightly at Marinette's offer. "What? Are you afraid a little hot chocolate?" Marinette asked. Hesitantly Chat reached forward and took the mug, graciously.

"Sorry," He said, surprisingly shy, which caught Marinette off guard. Since when had Chat ever been shy? "I'm just not really used to people being so nice to me." Chat said, taking sip from the cup.

"Well," Marinette said sitting next to the leather clad boy, their shoulders nearly touching. "I'm not people." She said. Chat didn't know how to respond to that. He didn't know what it was about the statement, but something in it made him smile. "So what about home?"

"What?" Chat asked looking toward the girl.

"What about home? You say you're not used to people being so nice to you, but what about when you're at home?" Marinette asked. Chat looked down at his cup of hot cocoa. "If you don't want to talk you don't have to." Marinette said tapping her shoulder against Chat's.

"Um," Chat started, where was he supposed to begin. "Well my mom died when I was young, like five or six. And my father's not very present anyway. The closest thing I really have is Na-" Chat stopped himself. "Er, My dad's personal assistant."

Marinette looked at Chat. Assistant? Did that mean Chat came from money? For some reason that didn't surprise her, that image fit him. The laid back rich boy who grew up without a family.

"You grew up wealthy." Marinette said, it was really more of an observation than anything else.

"Yeah." Chat said, taking another sip of hot cocoa. "You could say my father is pretty well known." he paused for a second. "Well...really well known." Chat was going to give her as many hints as he could without blatantly saying that he was Adrien Agreste.

"My house is usually pretty empty." Chat said. "So its pretty weird to see people celebrating birthdays and Christmas because that wasn't something I was ever really allowed to do as a kid." Marinette jumped, staring at Chat like he had just revealed his identity to her.

"You don't celebrate Christmas?!" Marinette asked, louder than she had intended.

"Um," Chat said rather quietly. "No. I've never even really seen a Christmas movie." Marinette nearly slammed her mug on the floor.

"You've never seen a Chri-" Marinette started loudly. "Well we're fixing that right now."

"Marinette, we don't have-" Chat started before being abruptly cut off..

"No! We're doing this and we're doing it right." Marinette said, tossing a lot of pillows into the middle of the room. "We're building a pillow fort and watching Home Alone!"

Needless to say Chat had no say in what came afterward, not that he would have argued anyway. He was perfectly content with Marinette pressed against him, cuddling her back against his chest, his arms draped lazily across her waist and her head resting on his arm. Marinette smiled when she felt the familiar vibration of Chat's purring against her back. This was purrfect(DAMMIT CHAT!) blankets propped three feet above them supported by her endless collection of pillows that apparently wasn't so endless since they barely had any left for them. Not that she minded. Chat was her pillow right now.

...

By the time the movie ended Marinette was on the verge of passing out. Chat hadn't stopped purring through the entire thing, and she was glad that he was happy. After she had learned that Chat didn't really celebrate holidays she wanted to wrap him in a blanket and expose him to all of it all at once. She thought she knew him as Ladybug, but in reality, she didn't really know him at all.

It was the incessantly loud beeping that pulled Marinette from her thoughts. The beeping that made her heart drop.

"That's my cue." Chat said, lazily pulling his arms from across Marinette's waist, tenderly grazing his hand over her stomach and side, making a shiver run up her spine. Why did she suddenly feel these things for Chat. She had admitted to herself that part of her had always had feelings for him, but it had never been like this before. What was this? This was the same feeling she had when she was around Adrien.

"I have to leave before my princess sees my true face." Chat said, pulling Marinette from her thoughts. "Or should I say...My Lady."

Everything stopped. Marinette's eyes went wide, the shock clear on her features. Did he just say My Lady? But he only called Ladybug his Lady...did he...Marinette couldn't breathe. He knew!

Marinette stared up at Chat. What the hell was she supposed to say to something like that!? Her mind wasn't even working, how had he found out, how long has he known? Why was he telling her he knew now?

Before Marinette could think of anything to say, her mouth made the decision for her. "How...How long have you known?" great now she's definitely solidified his suspicions. Good job Marinette!

Chat stared at her, a kind smile on his face. "Not long." He said. "Actually figured it out fairly recently." Chat stated, he looked down at Marinette and crouched down to look at her. "And I wouldn't want it to be anyone else." Marinette looked up at the boy in front of her.

"If you know who I am," Marinette said, her confidence coming back slowly. "Isn't it only fair that I know who you are?"

Chat smiled. "All in good time," Chat said. "But I'll give you a hint." Marinette, now interested, gazed up at the boy in front of her.

Chat leaned close, centimeters from Marinette's lips, she could feel his breath against her warm skin. "I've been right in front of you the entire time." Chat said. He didn't give Marinette time to respond before smashing their lips together in a kiss that he had never given her before. It was hungry, Starving even. One hand went to the back of her neck, the other to her lower back, pulling her closer, flush against him. Marinette pulled at his shoulders, deciding he wasn't close enough. This kiss was forceful, but it made her mind do more than spin, it made her mind do flips. This was a kiss that she could get used to.

When Chat pulled away, Marinette tried to follow his lips, unfortunately when the two separated she was forced to back away. Chat pushed a piece of Marinettes hair behind her ear, admiring the dark red tint he'd caused on her cheeks, and her blue eyes seemed to bore into him.

Chat's ring beeped again, alerting the two that they didn't have much time at all. Chat kissed Marinette on the cheek once and made his way to the latter that lead to Marinette's balcony, but was stopped by a familiar voice.

"You'd better be back for Christmas you dumb cat." Marinette said. Chat turned to the girl behind him and smiled.

"Wouldn't mice it for the world." Chat said. He winked at her, and then he was gone. Marinette stared after him. He had discovered her identity, now it was her turn to discover his.