The evening wasn't even over yet and how she missed him! After gushing and squealing in front of her parents as much as she could get out, she ate the dinner her gracious mother kept warm for her and then retired to her room. She tried to check her homework, tried to learn something from the day before her world had been permanently rocked from its resting spot, but failed. Nothing was going to alter her focus from him in these few hours. She wondered how she was going to learn anything for the rest of the week, let alone the rest of the month. Her head was already so full of him that it was about ready to burst.

Her heart was already first in line though.

She took emotional solace on the balcony, looking to the stars as she leaned over the iron railing. She gave happy sigh upon happy sigh, propping her head up as the noises from the city floated up to her.

Her eyes eventually closed as the same noises of these moments matched the ones from hours ago. She easily pulled his gorgeous eyes from memory, the way they looked at her. She suddenly stood and leaned her back against the railing, allowing her arms to go around herself and pictured him in her hold. She tried to recreate the warmth he gave, that they shared together. All the worries and non-issues that they went through in the span of moments and passed together, eyes never leaving the other.

This was no good; she was in trouble here. Her eyes teared at the sheer need which encompassed her so fully that she almost wanted to run out of her room, out that side door, and ring the doorbell outside his gate until she could see him. She would demand to see him and climb the gates if she had to!

Her eyes peeked open when a thought presented itself.

Maybe she didn't need to ring the doorbell...

Teeth bit her lip as she silently looked to Tikki, then the hatch. Her parents would never bother her unnecessarily and if she told them she was going to bed, they would leave her alone for the rest of the night. They were amazing people and trusted her as much as she loved them.

She hesitated for all of a moment, until the urge took such hold that she hurried down the stairs and pulled the hatch to the lower level open. She announced that she was going to bed so she could dream of Adrien and bid her parents goodnight. She hoped she would have dreams with him in them, but that was for later.

For now...

She waited for the bright flash to leave before turning off the lights, so the sudden burst blended in with the lights.

In moments, she was back on the balcony, yo-yo in her hand. She hopped to the tower above the hatch and eyes in the direction of his mansion. She looked to her hand, weapon ready to sling at a nearby rooftop and take her over. She didn't want to abuse her power for personal reasons and had never really used it much just to take her somewhere quickly. She only did a few times because of dire urgency...and this was one of those times. If she didn't see him again before going to sleep, she might just die a slow, painful, emotional death before getting to see him tomorrow.

Tomorrow...that would be hard. She already wanted to tell Alya that they were going to switch seats, but that might not be best for her attention span. She would have to pay attention to class when she wanted to cuddle up at his side and hold his hand. Yes, it had to be tonight because tomorrow would be torture.

Resolve suddenly enveloped her and her eyes hardened, hand flinging out the spotted circle to a random pipe. It caught and a mere, slight jerk sent her reeling forward through the air. She felt the wind blow her bangs back, legs pulling up to her chest as eyes already searched for another pipe to attach to. Her yo-yo unraveled itself per mental command, already flying out ahead of her as she hovered for a split second.

She stopped on the rooftop next to his place within a few swings, on the side where the wall of windows was. His lights were on enough that she could see him walking around his room. She was happy he wasn't asleep yet, but she was suddenly unsure at approaching him if he was getting ready for bed. She didn't know when he slept and didn't want to bother him. She followed the orders of her heart and her own greed before contacting him to see if it was even okay to see him right now.

But...if he knew what she wanted to do, he would follow without a second's pause and ignore the ability to get sleep for tomorrow. She knew this. He would push exhaustion from his mind if she said the words on her tongue.

She watched him in silence, standing as still as the building she was on. She could pick out his kwami floating around his head as Tikki usually did to her. She wondered what he talked about with his kwami, wondered what his kwami was like. She wanted to meet the god she had never seen, now knowing it was okay to do so. She suddenly wanted him to meet Tikki and let Tikki's good nature be spread to as many people as possible.

Her hand clutched at the yo-yo until she took a deep breath and resolved to try, to see what he had to say. He had always been honest with her and she could always leave if the moment was at a bad time. If he needed sleep, she would accept the answer and head home and resolve to see him in the morning.

She had a feeling he would laugh and take her into his arms if she mentioned that. The thought made her smile and take a step the the edge.

She swung the yo-yo for the top part of the steep roof, quietly landing and walking down the side until the angle was too steep to get her footing. She hopped down against the windows a few times, knowing the thumping would attract his attention. She went for one of the windows that opened and pushed it open, standing on the narrow edge with ease. She looked inside, catching his attention, and rolled her yo-yo back up.

His mind shut down at finding her at the edge of his room, though his heart picked up the slack and raced beyond his comprehension. He tried to push words out, but nothing would leave. He neared her slowly, his feet bringing him to her on their own until he was looking up to the blue of her eyes. She was also silent for the longest time, only jerking a thumb behind her. She turned and looked over a shoulder with raised brows.

A grin split his face and he transformed without ever introducing her to Plagg.

She looked away at the bright flash, smiling as her yo-yo connected with another rooftop a ways away and took off. She didn't wait to see if he would follow, knowing he was. She knew by the boil of her blood, the adrenaline in her veins, the fluttering of her heart that he had taken off as quickly as he could to keep up. She knew and continued on, seeing his staff extend him into the sky out of the corner of her eye. It was hard to keep a good grip on the line with how badly her hands shook.

She landed on a random roof that gave them a good view of the night sky and the moon which helped see him. It illuminated his eyes and caused them to glow, so much like a cat that he now was. It made her hands twitch just a little more as he neared her, one hand putting his staff at the small of his back.

"Is there something the matter, My Lady?" He asked, a brow going up. "I didn't see anything on the news..."

He took in the unsure posture, the way her fingers twiddled together, the way her eyes darted around everywhere but on him. He stopped in front of her, brows going up in curiosity, face leaning down to force her view to fix on him. The moon helped a little to illuminate the color in her cheeks and the shyness in her eyes before she looked to the roof tiles again.

His lips twitched, the end of his tail flickering idly behind him. His arms crossed against his back, holding him as his spine arched a tad, allowing his face to near hers just a bit. He gave the slightest of insistent hums, a playful grin coming from him as he enjoyed her nervousness far too much.

She quickly whipped away from the gaze he gave her, knowing he was toying with her. She huffed a pent-up breath and clenched her nails to her suit, eyes squeezing shut.

This was no good. Perhaps it had been a bad idea. He had followed her, but she didn't say whether there as danger. The tv was on in the background of his room though, helping her to see him better. He would have known that there were no news reports of Butterfly's victims on a rampage. He had merely gone after her because she was there.

The notion caused her to smile, loosened the grip on her fists a little.

She looked over a shoulder, blue eyes shyly finding him moving to that side. Her fingers twirled against themselves again. Her mouth gaped open a few times, feeling like that first day he had given her his umbrella and reduced her to a stuttering mess.

"I...just...kind of...w – wanted to...you know...s – see you...a little more..." Her gaze whipped away, face heating up, shoulders hunching to her ears at her own honesty. "A – a – after all...I never did...get to...um...give you th – that...good night...k – kiss..."

His ears rang with that one word, feeling time stop again. He stood there, feeling all the power and bad luck that his kwami possessed covering his skin. He never thought his luck would change as much as it had in this one second and he wanted to go flying over the rooftops with her yo-yo as she did, jump and holler, twirl her in his arms...anything. His body demanded he move, but he couldn't. Her words had tied his feet to the ground, kept his arms from doing anything. The only movement he could make were the widening of his eyes.

Her own insecurities and disbelief at what she said overtook her when he was silent, when he never moved. "S – sorry!" She rushed, taking a step away. "It was a dumb idea! I'm sorry to have bothered you! I'll...I'll see you in school tomorrow!"

She got far enough to swing her yo-yo at some location and was about ready to tug on the string when his arm lashed out and a hand grabbed her free arm. Surprised blue eyes looked his way, mouth slightly parted in shock as she was somewhat jerked back to face him.

"No." He murmured, barely hearing his own words. He took a step closer, fingers tightening to keep her from leaving him in this perfect moment. The blood roared in his ears. His vision narrowed to just her. "Please don't go..." Step. "I'd...very much...like that good night kiss..."

The hand connected to her yo-yo was numb for heartbeats before her finger somehow flicked in its shaking and it untwisted itself to came back to her. She let it roll up on its own, barely holding in her hand as her eyes stayed fixed on his. Serious, glowing eyes that threatened to devour her with his emotions. She harshly swallowed, feet twisting her position toward him at a snail's pace. Her arm tuned in to the feel of his claws against her suit, not feeling the heat of his skin between the gods they wore.

Blue eyes took in every angle of his face at his nearness, covered and open. Every line of his mask, every strand of hair in his eyes, the curve of his jaw near the neckline of his suit. She forgot to breathe as she looked at him and the shadows that moved on his face as she adjusted her position and closed the gap.

He held his breath as she looked up to his taller stature, jaw hanging open at the angle enough that made for a perfect kiss. She was the perfect height for him to lean down and do something, but he waited for her to initiate it, not wanting to spoil the anticipation with his own greediness. Such a feeling in itself was delectable and he ate up those seconds as he wondered when she would make her move.

His ears made the last few hours seem like they were two entirely different people, even though they were the same. She stared at him for what felt like forever, taking in the glow of his hair and admiring how handsome it made him.

"I'd...like to...kiss you...like this..." She heard herself whisper, eyes captured within his. The cat-like twist to his pupils made him seem other-worldly and yet he was the same person she had known and joked with, fought with, for months. She was taken in how the night exuded from his outfit, how he blended in and the lights from below tried to stay on the material. When he didn't move darkness leaked from him.

"Yes..." He quietly returned, head barely nodding. His grip on her arm had loosened to almost nonexistence, barely even feeling her. All he was aware of were those eyes as they neared his with the speed of the moon going across the sky. His heart couldn't beat any faster than it could in this second and yet the feeling she invoked by merely going as slowly as she was made him want to bottle it and take it into himself anytime he wished to experience this expectation. It was only amazing because he knew it was short-lived. That's what made it so great.

Whenever she managed to return her yo-yo to its resting place, she would never be able to recall. She barely recalled blinking, only being forced to do so when her eyes hurt and demanded a break. A hand floated up, lightly touching his cheek. Her fingertips traced the edge of his mask, finding the material stuck to his skin as hers was to her. She watched in slight fascination, still inching closer.

He could feel the breath on his face as she paid more attention to movements which made his skin tingle. He watched her only slightly averted gaze, torn between wanting to let her continue for as long as she wished and finally kissing her with every pent up emotion which taunted him since day one. To unleash it on her and let her know how she had taunted and tortured him so. To be reborn with her lips as a youth so much in love.

Her eyes brushed the hair out of his eyes, wishing she could feel how soft it was. She made a mental note to do so later on when their skin was bare. She didn't think he'd mind.

Her fingers traced down the other side of his face, watching his eyes droop at the feel, but fight to stay open. To stay on her and keep watching her.

Her eyes widened a little in reaction to feel the sudden prick of claws on the small of her back. His touch was light, but not because he was scared of hurting her. They both knew he would never be able to do such a thing. He was interrupting her pace with his own, unsure as to what she would allow and impatient at her speed.

Her lips twitched in a shy smile, granting all of the access that he needed to know. The pressure of his fingers increased, the curve of her spine acquainting itself with the back of his hand. His palm tuned in to feel as much as he could and he wished he could take that part of his suit off for just a second. Just a heartbeat to memorize that curve in this precious moment. He tugged her past the last vestiges of air between them, not doing anything further. Letting her take the rest of the jump at her leisure.

He was darkness and bad luck and attitude and wildness. The hair framed his face in such a different manner from his everyday style that had her captivated. He looked so bad, but it was all an act and she knew this. He was kind beyond measure and sweeter than any dessert in her family's bakery. He could switch between everything in a second, at her whim or his.

Her fingers scooped up his chin and held it in silence, head tilting all its own as their breath mingled. Her heart pounded, trying to escape her ribs. She wondered if he could feel the trembling of her fingers.

He waited until her eyes closed to close his. The lightest touches of her lips on his froze the breath in his lungs. He enforced patience as he let her do what she wished, every nerve at the edges of his mouth feeling how warm and soft she was.

The arm around her side flexed involuntarily and the intake of air that she gasped sounded like a jackhammer in the silence. She quickly pulled away, face aflame and feeling nervous that she had done too much too soon. She harshly swallowed as she tried to catch her breath, eyes unable to meet his. Her lips pressed together, hand frozen at his side.

He took the hand off his face and slowly brought it to his lips in a kiss to give her reassurance. Serious, dark eyes pinned her to the spot once she managed to meet his gaze. The hair covered most of his vision, making him look even more dangerous. "Thank you...for the kiss..." He breathed, voice low. He straightened and let go of her hand in order to return the hold she had put upon him seconds ago. He was much quicker than she was. "I'd also like to give you one...if that's okay..."

She practically trembled in his hold, the slight prick of his claws lighting her scalp on fire and getting every nerve to tune in to him. His hands were so much larger than hers and his palm covered her cheek. She was stone in his hold, his face extremely close as he waited for her okay.

Her lips flopped around a few times, words escaping her at the look in his eyes. Her jaw trembled in her attempt to speak. She wished she could take a picture of those eyes and carry it around with her whenever she missed him so that she could think back on this moment and be so thoroughly tossed around all over again.

"P...please..."

No other words escaped as his lips pressed against hers with much more surety than hers did to him. His mouth covered hers, gentle and yet slightly insistent. The grip at her back increased, pulling her to him...pulling her into him. She fell into the black hole he created, his emotions engulfing her as much as his palm had taken her cheek.

Hands clutched at anything she could grab, trying to find stability as he stole every rational thought and the ability to breathe. She fell into the depths of her own emotions, pressing against him as her heart collided with every rib as it bounced around at breakneck speed. She ended up throwing her hands under his arms, grabbing his shoulders and holding on for dear life.

The strength at which she clutched at him only took him aback for the time she needed to do so. His grip on her responded in kind and he held her to him with all of the power of his emotions that had always gripped him. The hand against her cheek slid through her hair, getting a sudden exhale from her before it rested on the back of her head.

How had this day, this night, this bliss, ever show up? This was more than any dream he could ever envision and while he had always hoped that her lips would be against his, he claimed himself a fool for ever thinking it would occur. So many times he had attempted such things and she always pushed him away. He often wondered if she would ever feel as strongly for him as he would for her.

Now he wondered whose love topped the other.

She felt the rapid beating of his heart against his chest through the speed of hers. His arms were power and it fogged her head, letting her know yet another side of him. He was always so strong, even more than the power of the suit. Every move he made during battle flexed the muscles that he routinely worked out in fencing, in karate. She never bothered to notice them until the one snaked up her back.

He didn't want to let her go. He had her just where he always wanted to keep her. He wanted to kiss her and feel her lips against his forever. He entertained the idea of never going home and living on a rooftop of some stranger's home, just so he could stay with her like this. Nothing outside of this touch, this evening, mattered anymore. It all faded away as he straightened out every feeling that he had fought with for so long. He gathered them and lined them up to point them at her.

There was no breaking such a spell that was around the two of them. She didn't know how they even pulled away, when they pulled away. She couldn't think, didn't want to open her eyes, had no idea where the air was to bring it into her lungs. She couldn't find anything outside the fog in her head, didn't want to escape what had encompassed her.

His arms remained around her, his cheek next to hers. Her hair tickled his nose as he tried to catch his breath and every inhale took a little bit of her smell with the air of Paris. This was a second-best prize that he would also take and be happy with. The feel of her stumbling against him, the loss of footing she couldn't find, made his heart jump around in its own joy. He had reduced her to this pile of quivering mess, just as she always had done to him. It felt good to know she was always there with him.

She stayed in his arms until the moment passed and her head returned to her. She pulled away enough to look into his eyes again, a smile slowly finding her. He matched her for only a moment before he descended with another small, brief kiss. A silly grin lit his face, his chest trembling as laughter bubbled up in him.

She started giggling, teeth showing as she tried to remain standing through happy laughter that she had never the pleasure of shedding left her.

It felt good to laugh about the same thing. His forehead rested against hers, cat ears forward to catch every pretty sound she made. Her hold was strong, but not as tight as when she kissed him. He let himself laugh out his glee until it fully escaped and wound down to the tender stare she mimicked in her own eyes.

She didn't want to pull away, but she had no idea how long they had been on that rooftop. She didn't want to go home. She had snuck away from home in order to see him. She pouted, throwing her arms around his shoulders and suddenly hugged him to her. "You're such a cute kitty. What am I going to do? I can't bring myself to leave you right now..."

He squeezed her in an utter state of joy at those words. More laughter left him, his tail thrashing around behind by itself. A smile threatened to stay on his mouth so wide that it would never go back to its normal shape. He held her as tightly as his power would grant him. She never said a word, never moved away from such a powerful grip.

He didn't want to muddy the air with words. She had set the stage so well and he couldn't enter now, but he couldn't stay silent either. "I'm also at a loss then." He pulled away enough to see her face, green eyes mischievous. "I'm going to want good night kisses from you every night. I think Plagg will get really angry at me if I keep meeting you like this...so late at night."

She giggled as he kissed her nose. "I won't mind giving them to you..."

"Then it's a promise." He kissed her again, but only briefly. "There. Now there's no way you can go back on your word."

She smirked, eyes playfully narrowed. Her fingers toyed with a few strands of wild hair. "Sneaky kitty..." Her lids lowered, face going closer. "Maybe that's one reason why I love you so much..."

He crushed her to him at those words, tears springing to his eyes. How perfection had placed her in front of him and reduced him to a hapless pile of need! He could die happy at the base of her feet, so long as she spoke of such words to send him off. But...dying was too boring because heaven was pointless without her at his side.

He tried to catch his breath, as did she. She pulled away enough to find the tears in his eyes and removed her hands from his shoulders to wipe them from his skin. She let her palms rest against his cheeks, smile soft. She met his eyes for the longest time, blue darting to every perfect feature he possessed. "I love you...Adrien."

His heart jumped in his throat. Tears pooled at the corners again, but she stole them a second time, though they refused to stop. They dripped down over her suit and part of her arm. He ignored them, unable to kick against the ocean he was drowning in. He was drowning in her eyes, having dove inside them long ago.

He exhaled a pent-up breath, unable to breathe properly. "I...love you too...Marinette." He breathed. A hand came up and copied her, finding her eyes shining as well. "More than those words. Longer than you know."

Her jaw clenched as she suffocated in her feelings. She didn't want to leave here. She needed to make sure to memorize this random place she had led them to in order to come back and stare at the spot they were taking up so she could come back in time to this whenever she wanted.

She took his hands in hers and held them. Her thumbs ran over the suit on the back of his palms, giving him the sweetest look she never knew to have. She looked and looked until her eyes pleaded for relief, but she ignored them, not wanting to miss a second of the bliss they were sending each other.

Only when his ears picked up the chime of a clock from someone's open window did he realize the time. His shoulders slumped a little, knowing he had to part from her for the rest of the evening. "It's late." He mumbled, looking to the roof under them. His ears drooped. "It's time for you to sleep. I don't want you late for school or sleepy during the day."

She smiled. "I'd gladly miss school for this moment...except...then I wouldn't get to see you the next day." She gave him a quick, noisy kiss on the lips before pulling away. She still held his hands, unable to break contact. "I don't know if I prefer to see you home or for you to see me home..."

He grinned. One arm swept into a grand bow, one still holding her fingers. "I'll follow My Lady to wherever she wishes to go." He looked to her with a smile. "But, a gentleman should always walk a lady home..."

She giggled, her free hand flying up against her mouth. It cupped her chin as he kissed her hand again and felt him entwine their fingers. She watched him look around and she did so as well, finding the roof long. They could walk across it if they wished until they had to part and swing away.

The Eiffel Tower wasn't far. It separated both of their homes; a beacon to let the other know they were only on the other side. She had never been more relieved to know he was merely around the immense structure, what was a landmark for the entire country. She had often used it as a way to find out how to get home; now she would use it to get to him.

"I think I'd like a small stroll." She took off toward the iron building, fingers tight against his, shoulder nearly bumping against him. She looked at him and smiled, finding him copying her.

He didn't bother to say another word until she had transformed back on her balcony. "I think the evening would have been wasted without this surprise visit. Thank you for coming to me tonight."

His lips were warm now that she could feel them against her hand. She stared at him when he looked up, feeling sad that she had to walk away and go inside. She felt it leak from inside to the pout on her lips. His eyes softened in response, knowing what she was going through because he felt the same.

"I guess...this is good night..."

He hugged her to him when she shuffled away even the slightest distance. She held him as tightly as he did her and buried her face in the crook of his neck.

He took a deep breath, wondering how the day was ever going to come when he didn't want the night to be over with. The rollercoaster that had been the last few hours changed itself into something more beautiful than any butterfly could ever be. It seemed like the lifespan was just as short, too. This moment would never come again, but he would try to recreate more as often as she would let him. She would probably do the same and he would allow it as long as she had the will to stand.

He pulled away, lips resting on her forehead with a sigh. "I'll be in school tomorrow."

"Yes."

He gave a small, noisy kiss. She didn't react and he did it again. "I'll sit right in front of you. Let's work together on class projects as often as we can."

"Yes..."

He pulled away and stared at her. The longing in her eyes, the love, the sadness. It made his eyes water, his heart weep tears of joy to see her pinning those eyes at him and not look away. As if she were memorizing this moment for the same reasons he was.

He gave one final kiss to her lips before pulling away and going for his staff. He stared at her with a sideways grin. "Just don't be late, My Lady."

She glared, foot stomping. "I won't!" She retorted, arms crossing over her chest as he laughed at her.

She watched him fly away, waving until he was out of sight. She heaved a sigh, wiping her eyes at the hole he put in place of himself. She wanted to transform again and follow right after him, to tackle him to the rooftop and hug him all over again. Her arms crossed tightly to keep herself from moving, as if to prevent her from speaking.

She looked to Tikki when the god finally moved for her, a smile on her tiny face. "What a day you've had..."

She smiled and nodded, some of the hole filling itself up. "Tomorrow is almost here, isn't it?" She asked, knowing the answer.

Tikki smiled back and floated to the hatch. "You'd better try to get some sleep so you're not late. I'm sure Adrien would be sad if you were."

Such a comment was the only thing that could get her to move. She looked to the direction of his house, wondering if he was getting ready for bed, too. "Yea...I don't want to be late for school and make him sad."

She squelched a giggle at thinking of him hurrying to her home because she wasn't at school on time, a pout on his face because they didn't get to walk up the steps together. The morning would be here fast enough as it was and she wanted to be ready for it.