Author's Note: I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaack! As promised, book 2 in the "Shall We Dance?" series! I'm not crawling back on my own though. This work is a collaboration between me and FanaticAo397 (this is is Ao3 information. I'll change it once he tells me if he has a account or not) and you best believe two heads are better than one and we have a lot planned! Anyway, I hope this opening chapter lives up to everyone's expectations! Enjoy!

Night had fallen just as it always did. It was a pleasant one; the weather was warming into March and a breeze brushed across the surface, through the streets, and against the metal of the Eiffel Tower. This forced the hair of Paris' superhero, Ladybug, into her face which she reached up to brush away. Her eyes sparkled. Her heart swelled at the sight of Paris glowing in the darkness of the night and the gentle lights of the city, she breathed deep, releasing a rather contented sigh.

"What are the chances I run into a beautiful woman on such a beautiful night?" She rolled her eyes as Chat Noir landed on the beam with her. He straightened, a smirk on his face, moving close to her. He leaned down upon reaching her to kiss her cheek. She tilted her head back a bit to give him better access.

"Pretty high considering it's our patrol night." Chat wrapped his arms around her waist. He kissed the back of her neck before resting his chin on her shoulder. Ladybug rested her hands on his. Together, they watched the city breathe below them; everything was peaceful and calm which was rare and in between considering Hawkmoth was still out there, still creating akumas, and still driving them crazy.

Life, beyond that, was near perfect. Three months had passed since the Winter Masquerade Ball hosted by the school; a lot of things had changed and for the better she thought especially since the two of them were now officially dating, there were two new superheroes to fight against Hawkmoth, and their second to last year was nearly done. She leaned back into him. A sigh escaped her lips again. He smirked, kissing her neck once more.

"Everything alright my lady?"

"Better than alright kitty," she smirked. She turned in his arms, facing him, wrapping them around his neck. She stood on tiptoe to kiss his nose. "Everything is perfect."

He smirked. His tail moved back and forth, ears perking, and eyes mischievously as he asked, "Don't you mean purr-fect?"

"You're horrible," she dead panned.

"Maybe but you love me."

Another sigh. "Of course I do." He leaned in close, placing his forehead on hers now, tightening his hands around her waist, a new smile crossing his face. Ladybug's heart pounded hard in her chest. They didn't say anything. They didn't need to honestly. Their movements and thoughts were so in-sync that they just did it; they just were. Chat Noir ducked his head a bit more to give her easy access to his lips while she pulled herself up a little bit more to return the kiss he placed softly on her own; running her fingers into his hair and balancing herself with her forearms on his shoulders. It was gentle. He revealed in the feel of her. How tiny she was in his arms! Maybe it was because he was still growing but she was so perfect under him, almost like a puzzle piece fitting into place; fitting like planned. His hands moved to grip her hips. A soft moan came from her throat, the sound making his ears twitch. He squeezed a bit more.

But Ladybug was having none of that. If he wanted to play that game, he best believe that two could be involved. She grinned underneath him before gently nipping at his lower lip which caused him to groan just as she had. She giggled. He pulled back, an eyebrow raised.

"You sneaky little...," he breathed. She silenced him quickly with a quick peck.

"Love you too Chat Noir." He rolled his eyes.

"You're not playing fair."

"No one said love was fair."

"Right." He kissed her forehead before whispering, "I missed you Mari." She smirked, kissing his nose before ruffling his hair a bit. He coughed. Over the last couple of months, she'd discovered that he did purr like a kitten and that when he coughed, it was to keep the sound from coming out. It didn't help. A tiny vibrating sound came from his throat and this caused his face to erupt into red, pulling back a hand to cover his mouth and his embarrassment. She pulled hers up too but to hide her giggle. He glared. She poked his nose to make him stop just before she took his hand and went to sit over the edge of the metal beam they stood on. Her legs swung back and forth. Their hands never parted.

They didn't speak for a couple of minutes until she felt his hand tighten on hers and a soft sigh escaped his lips. "The past two weeks have been too long. I really wanted to see you," she whispered, smiling and squeezing back.

"I know. I felt the same way. Facetime just isn't the same especially since I can't kiss you at any moment that I would like." He smirked. His thumb made soothing circles into her hand. Heat rushed from where he touched.

"So you wanted to kiss me?" She rolled her eyes.

"Don't fish. I'll deny I ever said it." He laughed. His eyes twinkled like the darkened sky above as he pulled her hand to lips, kissing the back of it. She narrowed her eyes at him. "What's wrong?" He flinched. Quickly averting his eyes, he began to nervously look anywhere than at her.

This only made her more suspicious.

Ladybug leaned over, trying to meet his gaze again. "Chat Noir," she threatened. He still refused to look at her. She stopped for a second before quickly pushing him over and scrambling on top of him. Chat's face flushed. He wasn't prepared in any sense of the idea, easily falling over onto the beam, and allowing his tiny spotted girlfriend to straddle over the top of him with a mischievous smirk on her face.

This was it.

For sure.

He was going to die.

It would be a slow, painful death but he would love every second of it.

She took her hand and walked her fingers over his shoulders. He took a shuddering breath. His face grew redder and redder the longer she stayed on him; she leaned forward at one point, putting their lips mere inches away from each other. "Chat Noir," she breathed teasingly, "Kitten, do be kind and tell me what's wrong. You wouldn't want to make your girlfriend worry too much now would you?" Her fingers traced up his throat. He swallowed hard. Teasingly, she moved herself just a bit so that certain... parts would move in certain ways.

She knew her power well.

Chat groaned before reaching up to grab her face and pull her down for another kiss. She giggled but didn't resist. When they pulled apart, he sighed again.

"You're going to be the death of me aren't you?"

"Maybe," she sing-songed. He paused for a second before sighing more... listfully this time, and reaching down to one of the pockets on his outfit. She had to move a bit to give him access. When he pulled his hand back out, a slightly crumpled, but still professional looking envelope came out of his pocket. Ladybug blinked as he held it in front of her face.

"For you," he stated. She sat up, getting off of him and taking the envelope gently.

"For... me?" She flipped it over. There were no distinguishing marks on the outside except for the pleasant scrawl of her name across the front which only read Ms. Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Chat nodded slowly. Without further prompting, she carefully opened the back and pulled out a rather professional looking letter. It was on Agreste letterhead. She blinked. Her breathing became short as she started shaking, opening it all the way. It was typed but read:

To Mademoiselle Marinette Dupain-Cheng,

On behalf of Gabriel Agreste, CEO and founder of Agreste fashion, we would like to congratulate you on making it to the final round of the Internship Design Contest. As a finalist, you will be expected to present a final portfolio to Mr. Agreste personally that matches the theme presented in this letter. You will need to design one of each of the following:

· One casual outfit

· One business outfit

· One sundress

· One cocktail dress

· One suit for males

You have until the provided deadline to design and sketch each of the outfits above as well as create a mock-up of at least three of your designs. These will be presented in person to Mr. Agreste at his headquarters.

This year's theme is: Fairytales.

Your deadline is: March 31, 2017.

Congratulations once more on your success,

Gabriel Agreste

CEO of Agreste Fashions

Marinette read the letter several times. Tears welled up in her eyes and she eventually squealed, turning enough to hug her boyfriend excitedly. "Adrien," she sobbed. He smirked and patted her back.

"I told you you'd do it," he beamed. She nodded, moving back to wipe her eyes. Looking up, she realized that there was one more letter in the envelope, sticking a bit to the first. She blinked. Pulling them apart, she realized that the second was a handwritten note on the same letter head. This one still had the air of professionalism on it despite reading:

Mademoiselle Dupain-Cheng,

Congratulations on your work. I am very impressed with what I have seen as I was the day of the bowler hat competition. I still stand by my statement. You have the skilled hands of a laborer and you will go far with that.

I would like to personally invite you to dinner with Adrien and myself. He has informed me of your status as his girlfriend and I would like to take the opportunity to get to speak to you without the competition in the way.

Respectfully,

Gabriel Agreste

She blinked. Her head shot up with her eyes wide as she looked between him and the letter. He smiled sadly.

"Sorry my lady," he whispered. "I didn't want him to try and manipulate you. I tried to keep it quiet but I should've known he would send Nathalie to find out what was going on. It really was a matter of time."

"He's not mad at you is he?"

"No. No! At least, I don't think he is. He hasn't said." He reached for her hand again and squeezed it. "It's alright though. I know he respects you because of the impressive work you do. If anything, you won't have to fear being frozen out of the fashion industry."

She flinched. "Adrien..."

"That came out wrong huh," he asked, cutting her off. Ladybug shut her mouth and let him continue. "I didn't mean it like that. I know you didn't start dating me for that. I know. I know your love is real and that you like me for... well, me and..." She reached up suddenly, taking his face in her hands. It was his turn to freeze.

"Adrien Agreste," she soothed, "Chat Noir. I love you."

He blinked, then softened. She didn't need to say anything else. Just those words were enough to calm him. He sighed happily this time before pulling her into a tight hug. After a few moments, she pushed him back gently with a smile.

"But, we do have school in the morning. We should get going." He nodded, standing and offering her a hand.

"Wise and beautiful as always."

"Flattery will get you everywhere," she responded, standing on tiptoe to kiss his cheek. He smirked.

"Thank-you," he whispered. She playfully poked his nose before reaching for her yo-yo, flinging it off to the nearest hook so that she could take off.

"Good night kitty. See you in the morning." She pulled. The yo-yo acted immediately, pulling her off into the darkness of the night. Chat watched her go with a smile on his face.

"Good night purrincess," he purred, taking off in the opposite direction.