"Hold still!" Marinette snarled out as she pricked him once again with a pin. A loud groan escaped her lips as the boy beneath the fabric melodramatically sighed.

His black leather suit peeked out from the black suit she was making, his eyes rolling as she mumbled to herself, "Why'd you base this off of me, anyway?"

Marinette shot him a glare, easily annoyed with his fidgeting, "Adrien wanted it inspired by his favorite heros," she spouted in a matter of fact tone.

Chat rose his brow and grinned, "Does that mean there's a Ladybug aspect to it too?"

Marinette's fists tangled in the fabric for a moment, her pins holding everything in place as she went silent. "Maybe," she breathed out as she continued her work, "Alya thinks that I should make my dress based on Ladybug."

The melancholy in her voice alerted him quickly, "What's the problem with that," he questioned with a pleasant sigh, "My Lady is a wonderful inspiration."

Marinette slowly looked up, her glossy blue eyes staring up at him in curiosity and another emotion he couldn't name, "Maybe you can help with inspiration," she breathes as she slows her pace. "Tell me about her," Marinette commands softly as she goes back down to the hem of the suit pants.

Chat resisted the urdge to rub his chin as he thought about his Lady. "Ladybug is… wonderful," he breathes out and Marinette is finally allowed to see the love sickness that radiated from the man's glowing smile. "She has this beauty to her, that comes from the inside."

Marinette chuckled, "From the inside?" she laughed, "That seems oddly deep of you Chat," she teased.

His head swiveled on its side, his lower lip jutting out in a pout as he stared down at her with glowing eyes, "I can be deep! Deeper than the ocean, if I want to!" Laughing, Marinette rolled her eyes and let him continue. "She's beautiful in the most simply of ways, her sense of duty to Paris… her honesty," he melted for a moment, "her smile."

Marinette stared in wonder, her lips moving before she could think, "There has to be something bad about her."

Chat's brow furrowed and he bit the inside of his lip, "she's stubborn, reckless, and so argumentative, and honestly can be a bit bossy," he chuckled to himself on the last bit, well aware that it was both a flaw and a strength at the same time.

Marinette had to bite her tongue to not snarl back in her own defense, quickly understanding his point, "Well, if you could design a dress based on Ladybug, what would it be?"

He had to think of a moment, giving Marinette the perfect chance to continue her pinning and hemming. "Not somethink slinky," he mttered softly, "Something more fun." His voice was soft and whimsical, lost in thought, "Something that lets her be who she is, without having to carry the world on her shoulders. Give her a chance to really just be herself – she doesn't get enough of that."

Marinette rolled her eyes, Silly Kitty, she thought to herself as she finished the last pin, "Alright!" she quipped happily, "All done, and I think I even have an idea for my dress too! Do you want to go play video games?"

Chat grinned, carefully pulling off the suit, he beamed down at Marinette, "Princess, did you know it takes an average of 46 ultra balls to catch a legendary?" Marinette's head turned to him quickly, eyes wide and questioning, "I would know, I tried."

Marinette threw her head back with a laugh. Chat's eyes widened as he listened to her carefree laugh bounce off the walls of the house. It was light and whimsical, absolutely beautiful. The light in her room glowed around her, Wow…

She froze for a second, the light giving her a spotlight in her own room giving her an ethereal glow as she stared at him with soft confident eyes, "Chat?" she whispered softly, her lips parting in confusion as she tried to read his eyes.

"Marinette," her name slipped off his lips like honey, sweet against his tongue as he walked closer, his body acting on its own as he held her gaze. By the time he had a chance to register what was happening, he was standing in front of her, his neck cranked so that he could look down into her eyes. Long raven claws reached up and twirled her hair between his fingers for a moment.

Her breathing became heavier, her eyes analyzing his movements as she leaned slightly against his hand, surprised by the kindness in his gestures. They stayed like that for a moment, gazing at each other in the light. Marinette felt her heart pound against her chest as his eyes dilated, blown wide as they took in every detail of her face. Her tongue wetted her lips instinctively, jutting her lower lip out as she crossed her arms over her chest, "Stop looking at me like that."

His claws tightened along her jawline, blush creeping along his the line of his mask, "Like what, Princess?" he questioned as his body leaned a bit closer, magnetized by her whole being. His thumb pressed lightly against her bottom lip, the heat radiating though his glove.

He took in the sight of the young woman and felt his body heat up, a hot coal settling in his stomach as he looked into her wide glistening eyes, her pursed lips pressed against the black leather claws. She was trying to pout and finding it difficult. "Like you want to," she paused for a moment as the freckles on her cheeks were lost behind a scarlet blush, "Like you want to kiss me."

He froze for a moment, did he? Did he want to kiss her? Last night all he could think about was her. Her smell, her skin, her sounds. Her. Never what he actually wanted to do. "And if I do?" His words were quiet, almost silent in the room.

Long ebony lashes fluttered like butterfly wings as she registered the question. He wasn't fighting it, wasn't fighting back, wasn't even flirting – he was asking. "If you want to kiss me, Chat Noir," her words were falling apart by the time she said his name. All conviction lost as she stared into his heated eyes. What was she going to say? She was going to tell him off, right? But… why couldn't she. She puckered her lips softly, kissing the pad of his thumb causing his body to stiffen in surprise; an audible gulp echoing from the boy as his ears stood up straight. "Then you better do it," she whimpered out as her eyes fell away from his, blush radiating over her cheeks. Her arms had uncrossed themselves, resting softly on his chest; unaware of the racing heart beneath them.

Kiss her? Chat's mind was frozen on those words as they rung through his ears, She wants me to kiss her. Marinette wants me to kiss her.

Silence was her only answer for almost a minute as the Cat in front of her registered the words. Weighing heavily on her, Marinette couldn't let the silence continue, "Or… I misread the signals," she said with a nervous laugh, her palms pressing against his chest as she tried to give them some distance.

The sudden heat of his lips captivated her, devoured her, his hand wrapping around her waist. He coiled around her, consuming her in his heat as his fingers spread across her skin; in her hair and across her back, burning holes in her soul as his lips brushed against hers. At first, they moved slowly against hers, timid, giving her the control to stop whenever she wished.

One hand slipped from his chest into his hair, mirroring the way his fingers were tangled in her hair. With this movement the pressure of his lips changed. The soft movements of his lips became more hasty, pressured, his teeth raking across her bottom lip as his claws tug into her back pulling her closer.

What seemed like minutes, was only seconds, before Marinette broke away nearly panting against his lips, intoxicated by him. His eyes slowly opened, glowing with a light that she had never seen before; a hunger roaring inside her as she let out the breathe she had been holding. "Chat," she breathed

His name sparked even more heat in his eyes, the force of his body pressing hard against her. Each step felt like a dance as Marinette stumbled backwards onto her bed; Chat falling with her. His weight on her, their tangled legs, Marinette bit her lip trying to refocus her mind; failing miserably as his lips found hers once again.

She filled his head, consuming every thought of his in that moment. Her skin, her lips, her mouth, her smell, her bed, just her. Running his hands along her side Chat took in every inch of the woman under him as she bowed to his touch; pressing harder against his chest. Black leather ears twitched as he heard a hushed whine come from beneath Marinette's lips .

Prying his lips from hers, Chat focused on her exposed neck, his nose quickly assaulted by her sweeter than normal smell. She smelt like this only one other time, when she was feverish and calling out his name; the hint of cinnamon lingering. "Marinette," he called out, a soft purr in her ear.

"Marinette, are you awake?" Sabine called from down stairs; quickly halting both teenager's movements before making them bust out in laughter.

Marinette nearly bounced into class the next few days, earning a subtle laugh from Nino and Alya as they shook their heads; grinning like proud parents. "You look happy," Alya teased with a devilish grin, leaning against her boyfriend's shoulder, "Doesn't she look happy."

"Positively smitten," Nino grinned back, sly as the woman next to him as they gave each other side glances, "What ever do you think it could possibly be, Alya?"

"I don't know, Nino," she sang out as she looked back at her best friend who, to her amusement, looked like a startled cat who had gotten caught stealing something. "What ever could it be?"

Marinette huffed quietly, reigning in her emotions, "Oh har-dee har har," she grumbled under her breath as she took her seat beside Alya, "I'm just excited," she answered after a moment of silence and heavy glares.

Nino grinned and rubbed his chin, "Oh, is that because Adrien's going to be in class today?"

"Or is it because tonight's the big dance," Alya finished, their grins gaining a wolfish quality as they stared at her; watching her blush creep across her skin. With a face eating grin, her best friend poked her softly, "Did you finish?"

Pouting Marinette looked away, "Wouldn't you like to know," she teased back as she tossed a glare back to the couple.

"I would!" Adrien piped as he rose his hand, a grin across his lips as he looked at the girl. Marinette froze in her chair, her shoulders up to her ears as she gave a quick nod. "I cant wait to see what you've done," Adrien beamed honestly, even as Chat he hadn't seen the final projects, let alone her dress at all. Focusing on her was difficult, it was like swallowing a hot coal every time he tried, imaging how they had been only a few nights before.

Quickly, Adrien took his seat by Nino, surprised to find the boy staring at him with a slacked jaw and wide eyes, "What just happened," Nino asked in confusion as his gaze bore down into Adrien. "You're looking at her like-" Nino stopped and slammed his palms on the desk, realization hitting.

"What?" Adrien whimpered out, fear rushing through him.

Nino gave a grin, his bro-senses tingling, "Did you have a wet dream about Mari?" He asked bluntly, but quietly. Adrien nearly fell out of his seat, clawing at the desk for some kind of comfort. Nino threw his head back and laughed, a full hearty man laugh that quickly gained the attention from the girls behind him, "Does that mean you're finally moving on from your Ladybug Stage?" He asked with a quirked brow.

Adrien gasped out, blushing darker as he looked around the class, "I didn't have a Ladybug Stage!" he called out.

"Pft!" Everyone rolled their eyes and began to laugh as well, "Come on dude," Kim jeered with a grin, "Everyone had a ladybug stage."

Alix and Alya both let out a dreamy sigh and agreed, "Yeah, everyone."

Adrien's blush didn't subside as he looked away from Nino, plotting a way to either run from the class and never return OR kill his best friend. Nino gave him a playful grin and slapped him on the back, "Come on man, you loved her!"

Marinette's voice was a cowering mouse as she finally spoke up, "You loved her?" she whispered out, eyes wide and face ashen.

Adrien scratched the back of his head, blush slowly subsiding as someone was talking to him without making fun of him, "I still do," he said quickly, "After all, she's Ladybug!" he added, hoping she would take it in the most fan-loving way.

Nino grinned and turned towards the girls, somehow missing the glare he was getting from Alya, "Yeah, he has posters of her and everything! He even tried to ask her out once!"

"Nino!" Adrien gasped and Alya growled – quickly shutting the man up. Marinette stared down at her desk, no longer dawning a happy smile as the class bell rang out. Adrien's eyes widened as he realized the mistake. He was her prince charming, how had he forgotten that, and he had just said he loved someone else; a super hero, but still someone else.

Adrien sat in his desk impatiently as he waited for their break, tapping his pencil against the desk as he internally scolded himself. You don't get to just make out with her and then say you love someone else. He scolded, quickly and with questionable mental health he replied back to himself, But she made out with Chat Noir not Adrien.

That doesn't mean it doesn't hurt, Adrien reminded himself as the bell rang, quickly turning around in hopes of finding Marinette. She was lost in her sketch book in a way he'd never seen, brow furrowed and her lips a thin line; almost angry at whatever she was looking at. "Marinette!" he called out happily, giving her a megawatt smile in hopes of cheering her up.

She looked up slowly, clearly in a daze, "Oh," Marinette gave a half hearted smile as she shut her book, quickly quelling Adrien's confidence. "I was actually going to go get your suit quick," she drolled softly as she put her book in her bag, "And then I could just meet you at the place?"

Her voice was soft, distant, so far from what Adrien wanted it to be. Swallowing hard the blonde gave a nod, "That could work, I can always pick you up?" Please, just let me try.

Marinette's smile became more real, if only for a moment, "That's okay, girls take way too long to get ready anyway."

It was an excuse and Adrien knew it. Damn it, he cursed to himself as Marinette's attention got pulled away by Alya as they talked about the class project. "Do you have my number?" He asked out of no where, surprising the pair. Marinette gave a soft nod and Alya confirmed it, "Okay, call me when you get there, please." He nearly begged, and he knew it as Marinette's mouth opened in a sharp exhale, "I want to show off my designer." He added softly as he gazed into her eyes, begging for any response that would give him a hint of where he stood.

Marinette gave a soft smile, her eyes falling away from his as she stared at the desk, "Okay, I'll make sure to do that," she looked up at him for a moment before returning to her conversation with Alya.

Glowing green eyes scanned the room over and over again from the balcony, "Where is she?" he muttered quietly to the black kwami leaning against the banister.

Plagg munched on a wedge of cheese as he shifted behind the pillar, "You're impatient," he growled with a roll of his eyes, "It's hardly even six, the whole thing hasn't even started yet!" The kwami couldn't help but chuckle as his kitten paced along the railing, adjusting his new suit. A playful smirk played along the kwami's lips, "The girl did great. You actually look half decent, kid."

Adrien turned on his heels, throwing Plagg a glare. Marinette had done phenomenal, even Natalie and his father had commented about the glorious tailoring that went into every piece of the suit. About to scold his kwami, Adrien froze as he watched Plagg's ears shoot up, becoming fully alert; A single word falling from the cheese eating demon's lips, "Ladybug."

Plagg was surprised that Adrien didn't snap his neck at how fast he turned ot the ballroom doors. The boy's mouth hung open as he watched his normally red clad partner walk confidently into the room – everyone well aware of who she was from the red mask that adorned her face. Chuckling, Plagg quickly darted into Adrien's coat pocket, knowing full well the boy was going to run to the woman's side; if not jump to it from the balcony itself. Adrien stopped at the bottom of the stairs, quickly adjusting his hair and suit – he needed to be perfect.

"Adrien," her voice. Adrien quickly stiffed as blush crept over his cheeks. Slowly, he turned to her, completely taking her in. Raven hair curled and cascaded past her shoulders, a curl he'd never seen, a small twisted strand of her hair pulled from the side as her bangs fell in front of her eyes. Oh god, her eyes. Ladybug was wearing makeup. Gorgeous blue eyes glistened like stars against the smoky eye and long mascara coated lashes. Was the blush that glowed under her mask real or make up? Adrien couldn't tell, he was too focused on her glistening ruby lips to even care. Scanning over her dress, Adrien felt his flush deepen, mouth threatening to drop open. Soft white fabric, adorned with a soft ivory hem made the pale heroine glow. The halter top of the dress plunged to the center of her chest, her perky bust enhanced, cinching tightly around her waist but flowing out at her hips; the hem reaching mid thigh at the front and to her ankles in the back. With the high low hem, Adrien was surprised to see a red and black pockadot pattern hidden behind her long toned alabaster legs.

How many times had he watched her run atop the rooftops, those strong legs leaping and bounding them throughout the Parisian air, but seeing them completely bare was enough to send more heat throughout his body. He stood there, in black and green, while she stood with white and red; a complete pair, as always.

"A-Adrien?" Ladybug called again, breath hitching in her throat as the boy stared at her up and down, "Marinette made the dress…" she trailed off as her eyes finally met his, heat and electricity blooming under her skin as she saw the pure heat that made his eyes glow.

"You're beautiful," Adrien breathed out as he stepped closer, completely entranced by the woman in front of him. This was His Lady, the hero of Paris, in heels and a dress blushing for him, Adrien, in his civilian form. He didn't care why she was there; he did but right now he just wanted her. He didnt care that Marinette hadn't showed up yet, he did but His Lady was right here and he was sure Marinette would be there soon. He didn't care that there were whispers from around them, he'd handle it later. Right now it was just her, his beautiful Lady.

With a perfect bow, Adrien gave a shy smile, "May I ask the most beautiful women in Paris to dance?" he held out his hand for her, surprised by the shocked face that accompanied the action.

She blushed and Adrien felt as if he was walking on air as she stepped forward, taking his hand. He walked behind her for a moment, as he always did, noticing that her halter had turned into a crochet Eiffel tower that hooked to the back of her dress; only Ladybug would carry Paris on her back. Marinette did outstanding for the both of them. And the best part, the whole world knew she was his lady tonight.