Final chapter! It all falls into place... Or DOES it?

read to find out! Really enjoyed doing this fic! Kind sad that it is over, but also so pleased with how it turned out!

Enjoy!

Always, WOBE

Adrien acted quickly and turned Ladybug around, pressing both of the as close as they could go to the wall.

Ladybug was aware of just how close their bodies were to each other, and her face flushed as she realized she was looking straight at her parter's chest, its rhythmic rise and fall indication of his heavy breathing.

He put his hand on the small of her back, pleading that they would not be found, especially by Nathalie.

Both teenagers shut their eyes as they huddled together behind the door and heard the main light switch turned on.

Nathalie noticed that several of the lamps were on.

"Adrien," she sighed. "I'll have to have a word with that boy," she said before closing the door.

In a brash and rather last second move, Chat removed a silver lighter from his pocket and stuck it between the door and its frame before it had a chance to close completely.

Nathalie's heals could still be heard walking away, but until the sound had completely disappeared, they didn't dare to move again.

Their breaths of relief came out at the same time, as the opened the door, Chat removing the lighter.

He took Ladybug's hand to lead her out of the room, and then quietly shut the door behind them.

Chat slipped his suit coat back on, and Marinette found herself being slightly disappointed. She wondered why for only a moment, before she realized the reason was that now his muscles were all covered up by the black jacket.

She blushed furiously as she thought about it. She really needed to get a grip on herself, or else she would permanently look like a tomato!

They returned to the party, creeping in behind the older, taller people and began to mingle again.

Curiosity struck Ladybug when Chat Noir was chatting with a young couple that looked to be in their early twenties.

After he finished his conversation, she asked the question probing her mind.

"Chat, why did you have a lighter in your pocket?" She asked, her voice above a whisper so he could hear her over the crowd, but so the crowd members couldn't hear her.

"Simple," he replied, pointing discreetly to a portly, older man with thinning white hair, a monocle over one eye, and a pipe dangling from between his lips.

Marinette liked his laugh. It reminded her of Santa Claus.

"Because Monsieur Aguillon always carries a pipe, but never a way to light it," he explained. "Its considered good manners to provide someone with a light. I also keep cookies in the pantry to bring out to the little kiddies that come. They hate the horderves here. Trust me, I felt the same way when I was seven!" He laughed, and Marinette found herself laughing along with him.

Marinette couldn't believe how kind hearted Chat Noir was. Despite all his childish charms, numerous puns, and futile attempts to flirt with her while on duty, he was truly sweet guy.

In fact, he rather reminded her of Adrien, although she knew that he wasn't her long-time crush.

She watched him as he mingled with people of all ages and ethnicities, no favoritism in any of his actions. He even played a round of hide and seek with some younger boys and girls who were terribly bored.

Adrien knelt down to be closer to their height when they began asking him questions.

"Is she your girlfriend?" one of the girls loudly whispered to Chat, pointing to Ladybug.

"Not yet, but one day!" He replied, winking at her. This caused all the little girls to giggle, and the two boys in group to gag.

"I'm never gonna fall in love!" the blonde boy stated proudly, folding his arms and puffing out his tiny chest.

"Trust me Buddy, I was like you, before I realized you can't fight it," Chat said, fluffing the blonde's hair.

"What's it feel like?" The other boy, a brunette, asked.

"Like a brick building falling on top of you," he answered honestly.

"Didn't it hurt?" Two girls asked in unison.

Chat shook his head. "Maybe a little. Then, it's wonderful, despite all the trials and pain,"

Marinette realized as she watched her partner interact with the children, that she had fallen for him. When? She wasn't sure. How? No clue. All she did know, was she loved him.

The evening wore on, until it was time to announce the new model chosen for the spring line.

Chat Noir gripped Ladybug's hand as they awaited the announcement given by none other than Gabriel Agreste himself.

"Thank you all for your presence, and for your patience. And now, without further adu, our newest Agreste model."

He paused for effect before continuing.

"Miss Melina Aguillon," he said, the squeals of a young girl echoing throughout the ballroom.

"That's me!" She exclaimed, hugging her grandfather, the jolly man with the pipe that Chat Noir had pointed out earlier.

She bounded onto the stage, curtsying and smiling wide at the photographers as she shook hand with Gabriel Agreste.

The room erupted with applause, Ladybug happy that the girl had one. She was very pretty, and seemed perfect for a spring line. She was small, around nine years old, which Adrien was silently thankful for.

He had been hoping for his lady to receive the desired prize, but then that would have taken away some of the mystery.

He grabbed her hand again and motioned with his head for her to follow him when she looked at him curiously.

"I had a wonderful time tonight," Chat said as they stood on the back balcony of the Agreste mansion looking up at the stars.

"So did I," Ladybug replied quietly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, and looked down at their clasped hands.

The silence reigned forY a mere moment, before it was broken by the soft voice of Ladybug.

"I love you," she whispered.

Chat Noir almost missed it, but he didn't. He had been waiting for those words for so long, that when he finally heard them he though he might be dreaming.

"Do you mean it?" he asked, turning to look at her, his green eyes wide.

Ladybug nodded. "Every word," she said.

She barely got the words out before his lips were pressed to hers again.

His mind was reeling as he kissed her deeper. She loved him. She had actually told it to him, and not in a fantasy of his!

They broke the kiss moments later, but still stayed in each others embrace.

"So why me?" she asked suddenly.

"Because, there is no buggy fur me but you," he teased, receiving a punch in the shoulder at his terribly timed pun.

He rubbed his shoulder, feigning an injury.

"But seriously, there is no one like you my lady. You are a diamond in the rough. The jewel I was lucky enough to find in a world that seemed to hold nothing but bad luck for me,"

He paused.

"You are My Lady," he whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"And I will always be your lady," she replied, burying her face in his chest, and sighing deeply as she felt his arms tighten around her.

"I've been meaning to ask you, how do you keep you mask on? It's been driving me crazy all night!"

"You could say it's bugging you!" he laughed as she looked up at him with an angered look in her blue eyes.

"Ok. Putty."What?" she asked, not believing what she had heard. "Putty. It works wonders! Its also great for pulling pranks on people! Stick something to a secretary's desk, stick two pots together, Even have someone's shoes held to the floor! Its great fun to watch!"

Ladybug rolled her eyes before glancing down at her watch. Surprised at how late it was, she apologized for having to leave, and he quickly walked with her to the front door, wishing her a safe trip home when she refused to allow him to walk her home. She couldn't risk him knowing even the area of the city that she lived in.

He waved goodbye until she was out of sight, and sighed a deep, content sigh.

"Good night," he whispered. "My Lady Marinette,"

Woo hoo! Now just when all of us thought it was over, (including me!) theres a sequeal! Link s/11811051/1/A-Mask-Removed-Reveals-All