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Against a Wall Kiss

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Ladybug panted. How had it ended up this way? It had started as a tranquil night. But then again, it always started with a tranquil night but ended up being agitated and hot, with heavy breaths and a craving that didn't seem to have an end.

Her back was against a wall, and that was a first. Usually she straddled his hips while sitting on an edge of a building, or just stood on her tiptoes and leaned into him while they… well, they made out.

In the beginning, they were just stolen kisses. Playful, mischievous kisses now and then that started to become more frequent, and longer every time. She should have stopped them weeks ago, but they were just so addictive.

This was wrong. So, so, so wrong. But so, so, so necessary. Because she needs it, she needs him. She needs Chat Noir and his delightful kisses. She needed him nearer, closer to her. His chest was crushing her against the wall, but it was still not enough. He held the back of her head and angled her to kiss her deeper and she moaned. She ran her hands up and down his back and he grunted, hugging her even more tightly. Her heart was jumping irregularly inside her ribcage with longing and guiltiness at the same time. She wanted for him to devour her and do the same to him. A sob got caught in her throat and even with her eyes shut, she felt them go damp, although any tears got shed.

She had started dating Adrien about a month ago. Adrien, her first love. So why would she be this… selfish?

At first it was just study sessions with Alya and Nino, but later there were just the two of them, and then they went for a coffee, and the next day they went to watch that movie everybody kept talking about. And suddenly, even her parents knew him and he was as perfect as she had imagined.

But she could barely remember Adrien when Chat Noir was kissing her.

She was the worst. She was cheating on both of them. How could she be so despicable? She had tried to stop the random fits of madness that came over her every night before they parted. But then he would look at her with those sinful suggestive eyes without even trying, and he would get near her and she would smell the traces of expensive cologne mixed with leather, sweat, and something so unique from him, and she would be intoxicated.

Then his lips would be shy, asking, pleading. And she would give in, sending the promise they made the night before of "this is the last time" to hell.

She realized she had hooped her right leg with his when he ran his hand over her thigh and her mind stopped working. She broke with a gasp and his lips still ghosted over hers lazily while she panted. Both were breathing heavily sharing the air.

"I'm sorry" she exhaled with a shaking voice that was barely a whisper. He tasted her words more than he heard them.

Chat Noir rested his forehead against hers and she saw in his eyes a pain similar to hers. They were both hurting.

"Me too." He mumbled.

That night she wished, not for the first time, that both her lovers were the same person. And so did he.