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Part 13 of hotel suite/apartment superhero shenanigans
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you just get nervous

Summary:

"you just kiss so softly! it tickles!"

"you know, I don't think it tickles. i think you just get nervous."

(ladybug has a nervous giggle).

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(See the end of the work for notes.)

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He couldn't take his eyes off her.

In his shirt, curled up next to him , Ladybug sent Chat Noir's heart hightailing out of his chest. He had his arms around her while hers were folded up in the crevice between their chests, and her smile was half-submerged into her hotel pillow.

Chat Noir leaned in. She didn't, but the gap between them was small enough for her to not have to.

(Besides, he would cross the heavens and the earth for her. A hair's breadth was nothing.)

Maneuvering his mouth to find hers was still a clumsy process — he spent a good few moments hovering around her chin and lips before he found the perfect angle, but kissing into her grin was enough to know she didn't mind.

Chat Noir kissed Ladybug, barely catching her upper lip.

Then she giggled.

"Ladybug," he sighed, and grinned himself. There was no use in feigning exasperation. He had always worn his heart on his sleeve, and thus on his face. "Again?"

"Sorry," she said, and giggled some more. "You just kiss so softly! It tickles!"

"Okay, okay, come here. I'll try again."

She returned her face to where it had been. This time, he cupped her cheeks, and pressed his mouth onto hers just a little bit harder. 

He was by no means good at it. Chat Noir wasn't about to lie to himself about that. But Ladybug wasn't good at it either, and two negatives made a positive, he supposed, since he loved kissing her, and, if her quick intake of breath was anything to go off of, she loved it, too.

Feeling her breathe between his arms. Lungs full with the mixture of his scent and hers. Cherry lip gloss rubbing onto his lips.

But then she giggled. 

"Aww, I'm sorry," she said, once more with a giggle. Ladybug pulled her hand away from the duvet to cover her face.

He smiled. "You know, I don't think it tickles." Then, cupping the small of her back, he pulled her closer. Close enough to feel her collarbones press against his chest, to flatten the T-Shirt she wore against her stomach. "I think you just get nervous."

"Me?" She flung her hand away. "Nervous? Haha, that's hilarious , I'm never nervous!"

He raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," she said, pink-cheeked. "Maybe you're nervous."

"Me? Nervous?" he mimicked, and her frown deepened. "That's hilarious . When am I ever—"

Two cold hands slipped under his shirt.

Chat Noir's mouth snapped shut before he could choke on his own breath.

Okay.

Those were just hands.

Albeit Ladybug's hands.

He could be normal about a pair of hands. He had hands, too. Not as soft as hers, though. Nor as pretty looking. And his own hands didn't set the blood in his veins aflame like hers did.

Being normal was a little harder than he'd thought.

Ladybug, still frowning, peered up into his face. She slid her hands up his back, bringing herself closer to him, one leg lifting to curl around his.

"Nervous?" she said. Her lashes fluttered while she looked him up and down, her gaze hot on his skin. "Okay. Say my name without stuttering."

He swallowed.

"L…" He paused. Took in a breath. Closed his eyes so he wouldn't have to see the leftover shine on her lips from their kisses. " Ladybug ."

She hummed.

Her nails scraped against his shoulder blades. Chat Noir shivered.

He tasted the ghost of her breath just long enough to realise what she was doing before she inched closer and, with a hot, wispy laugh, kissed him.

Her nails stroked back down his back and around to his chest. Ladybug smiled into the kiss and, as she shifted in his arms, Chat Noir felt dizzy.

But then she giggled against his mouth. After all that, she giggled .

"I think you're right," she said, pulling back. "I'm a little nervous."

Finally, he opened his eyes. Her cheeks had long passed pink and were now flushed red, almost the same colour as her plastic mask.

He couldn't have been faring much better. Not with how hard his heart was pumping. All that blood, burnt through by the fire of her touch, had to go somewhere , and his cheeks were within blushing range.

Chat Noir sighed. Shakily, he leaned over to press his forehead to hers.

"Me too," he said. "But it's nice."

Ladybug smiled.

She pecked his lips once more, then giggled.

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