Hey guys! Welcome to my very first Miraculous Ladybug Fanfiction! Before the story begins, a quick disclaimer: I do not own Miraculous Ladybug or the characters, only the plot! Now, on with the MariChat!

Grounded. Completely and utterly grounded. It wasn't even my fault; I didn't choose the life of a super-hero! And it's not like I meant to be late for class, I'd told my parents as much, but apparently I had been late one too many times this week to let slide, and my parents, laid-back as they were, had to execute punishment.

I sighed, staring at the ceiling as I lay sprawled across my bed, silky sheets entangled with my legs as I tried in vain to entertain myself. I was trapped inside with no phone, no computer and no TV. I was miserable. I'd done countless things to try and entertain myself, even going as far as to clean my room and do all my homework, but it didn't do any justice. I'd come across a major creativity block, so designing was out, and as much as I wished to fly out of here as Ladybug with my yo-yo I couldn't risk one of my parents coming up here to find me gone. And so, I was force to lay victim to boredom.

Just as I began wondering if I'd fallen asleep with my eyes open, I heard a sudden thump sound from above me. I shot up, eyes darting around my room as I watched, deathly still and silent as I searched and scanned for the source of the noise. Then I heard it again, above me this time. I crawled up to the hatch above my bed, pressing my ear to the wood and attempting to pinpoint the location of that mysterious sound's origin. The said wooden trapdoor disappeared from my touch and lurched me into a started jump, staggering back from the now-open hatch and tumbling onto my bed. A mop of blond hair decorated with black cat ears popped through the opening, and I gasped in shock as I realised who, exactly, had paid me this surprise visit.

"What I you doing here?" I hissed as the one and only Chat Noir dropped from my balcony and onto my bed, smiling lazily at me.

"Sorry, I was caught by bunch of fangirls during patrol and had to make a run for it. I recognized your house and hid on your balcony. I just hope none of them saw me, they're very persistent," he said, voice edged with annoyance as he crossed his legs and peered around my room.

I scowled at him. "You could have at least warned me, you scared the life out of me. And keep it down, I'm supposed to be grounded."

Chat only grinned at me. "Oh, I know, that's what makes this so fun," he said playfully.

I scowled again. "Just make sure my parents don't catch you. This is the third time this week that you've decided to drop in, and they may start to think you're linked to my tardiness, so I'd watch the amounts of visits you pay me if you ever want them to approve of you," I said with thinning patience.

"And why would I need their approval?" he purred, mischief sparkling in his eyes like stars.

I blushed lightly at what he – what I – had implied by that, averting my eyes from his and crossing my arms. "W-well if we, you know, wanted to…" I spluttered, praying that he'd get the message.

"Yes," he sang, amusement decorating his features.

My cheeks flared at the tone. "You know, dating, and stuff…" I mumbled, embarrassed and slightly horrified that I'd confessed to wanting to date him, despite the constant flirting back and forth between us on those nights he drops by unexpected and talks with me till the early hours of the morning. I could no longer lie to myself about my true feelings for the pun-loving feline - I'd fallen in love with him, and I could accept that. But whether or not he would accept it...

"Oh?" he crooned, moving close enough to me that I suddenly became very conscious of every breath shared between us. "Tell me more about this, stuff."

My insides exploded in a frenzy of butterflies, images flashing through my mind at the tone of his voice, the implications in his words. My mouth locked shut, eyes glued to the space on the bed between us. When had that space gotten so small?

"Well?" he purred, obviously enjoying his little game as his eyes burned into my eyelids, daring me to meet them.

I stayed quite, silently praying he'd get bored and drop the subject. Unfortunately, not even my ladybug luck could help with such a thing.

"Oh, is the little purr-incess shy?" he asked, voice dripping with amusement as I saw him grin within my peripheral vision. Why on Earth did he have to be so playful?

His grin widened as if he'd read my thoughts.

"Such a shame, we could have had so much fun, you and I."

I remained silent, trying to block out the thoughts of he was inferring.

"I do wonder though," he purred, leaning forward till his face was only inches from mine, one hand supporting his weight while the other came to grip my waist. "How those lips would taste if I were to just–"

Like a tether had snapped inside me, my self-control escaped from the tight leash I had it kept and I lunged forward and kissed him suddenly, timidness gone and in its place a lustful hunger. Chat seemed slightly shocked at my sudden forwardness, but met my kiss with just as much desire and passion a beat after.

Our lips moved in sync, forceful and hungry as everything around me seemed to disappear into the background, sound fading away till there was only my erratic heartbeat pounding in my ears.

A slight moan slipped from my throat, and Chat's grip on my waist tightened in response. My hands found themselves tangled in his hair, marvelling at its softness as I tugged at it lightly, pressing him closer to me and deepening our kiss, the need to touch him, taste him, feel him overpowering my senses.

The need for air cleaved our lips apart, breaths hard and laboured as Chat began to trail kisses down my jawline, lowering me softly onto the mattress as I panted, back arching and toes curling as my hands remained tangled in his hair, loosing myself in his sensual touch.

His lips found mine once again, body pressed against me as he hovered above me. Fire seemed to engulf us as our kisses grew deeper, faster – my fingers pulling and tugging on his silken locks as we lost ourselves within the flames and passion.

And I don't think we would've ever stopped if it weren't for a sudden knock on my trapdoor – ears barely catching the sound over the thrumming of my heart beating in time with his.

I pulled away from him suddenly at the sound of my name being called from the other side of my door, and my mind went into panic as I shouted a frantic "Just a second!" as I pushed Chat Noir off me and searched frantically for a place to hide him.

"Onto the balcony!" I hissed at him, pushing the desire to continue our little session at the sight of him, dishevelled and breathless.

"What?" he whispered back, still slightly daze.

"Just do it! They'll kill me otherwise!" I whisper-shouted, pushing him hurryingly towards the still-open door above my bed.

"Ok, ok I'm going!" he said, scrambling up the opening and closing the door after him. And just in time.

"Marinette?" called my mum, popping her head through the opening in the floor look up at me – blushing and frazzled.

Concern tinged her words at the sight of me as she said, "Dinner's ready, didn't you hear me calling for you?"

"N-no, sorry I was, um, listening to music and I guess I couldn't hear you over it?" I said, more of a question than an answer.

"A-huh," said my mum, an eyebrow raised. "Well whatever the case, come on down for dinner, it's getting cold."

"I will!" I squeaked, breathing out a sigh of relief as the door closed. She had bought it, (sort of) and I was safe to live another day.

I turned quickly to open the trap door above me and pop my head out, eyes frantic as they scanned the balcony for him. I let out another sigh of relief when I saw him, crouched in a position more feline than human on my balcony railing.

"Well, that was eventful," he said, that ever-present smirk yet again gracing his features as I climbed up to stand by him.

"It was," I whispered, eyes drooping as I smiled at him and leaned against the railing, suddenly caught wistful.

A sudden beeping drew our attention to Chat's ring, a single paw-print flashing green light into the quick-coming darkness.

Chat looked to me with sad eyes. "Well, I guess that's my cue. Till we meet again, princess," he purred as he leaned forward, lips capturing mine in a soft, lingering kiss before he extended his baton with a grin and shot away above chimneys and rooftops with the ease of gymnast.

"That boy really is something…" I sighed, watching him disappear from sight as the dying sky blazed with hues of scarlet and amber, so much like those flames of passion that still seemed to flicker on my skin in the wake of his kisses.

Thank you for reading my story! I'm not sure if this was fluffy or what, but I was inspired to write and this is what came of it. There was a significant lack of cat puns here, which I'm not too happy about, but I'll live with it. Favorites, follows, reviews, and constructive criticism are appreciated!

❤ Sky Princess