Deleted the first chapter, decided I despised it, lol. Anyhow!

A/N Something silly I thought of as far as reveals go, in which the all-mighty gives it all away. I may continue this one, perhaps a short snippet, later. Enjoy this... this mess.

Ladybug had never been so furious, fascinated, and flustered all at once, nor with such intensity.

It hadn't started simply, and it hadn't started well. On the way to class, late again for the umpteenth time, she ran head first into a certain blonde, green-eyed heart-throb for the umpteenth time which was all well and good if not for the fact that it was never all well and good. Not when her tongue seemed to die and be given birth then die again whilst trying to say a word as easy as sorry, and most certainly not when her hand realized it was pinned below him and firmly grasping something.

Something supple, fleshy, tone, and she just squeezed it.

In the rising panic and pit of terror mixed with embarrassment forming in her belly and bile in her throat. She could feel heat skyrocket up her face and her ears felt like they were lit aflame. The best she could do was let out a squeak. She had nothing else, except thoughts of being sucked into the floor or ascending to heaven.

She was groping Adrien's butt.

She stayed stock still, a deer in the headlights. He must think I'm so weird. Or a perv. Tears threatened to well up, either from fear or simply being upset all around, she wasn't even sure herself. I... I can't move.

"Uh... h-hey Marinette?" was all she got, a nervous smile and blush working it's way across his own face.

"H-hey."

What was THAT? Hey? HEY? Get up! Get off him! She didn't.

"Are you okay? You," he paused, looking for the right words, his own blush growing as if a thought struck his mind, "f-fell pretty... hard there."

MOVE. I can't stay here, move or you'll stay here forever!

She shot up, tearing her hand and body away from him, rushing from her as her body nearly immediately demanded the warm contact return.

"I'mokaysorrygottagettoclass!"

Alya only smirked knowingly as Marinette slumped beside her, thunking her head on the desk sullenly with a groan.

She couldn't stop fidgeting, or flexing her hand as she subconsciously tried to memorize, forever, the exact feel of Agreste buttock. She didn't even need to try, that one wasn't going anywhere.

Of course, things only got stranger, and/or worse that night when Chat was clearly acting off. He seemed panicky and distressed. As of late, it had begun, but something about the day had clearly pushed him to the edge. He was twitchy, refusing to make extended eye-contact, and all around avoidant. He looked guilty. He looked afraid.

With a sigh, Marinette yanked his tail, enjoying his little squeak he tended to let out whenever she did that. It had become a favorite thing of hers to do whenever she demanded his attention, and, though she'd never admit it, it warmed her heart to hear. Innocent and unable to handle a bit of flirting back. She wasn't entirely sure if he enjoyed it, but it always got the job done.

"Okay cat, spill. What's going on with you?"

"M-me? Nothing my Lady." Marinette held his tail tight, pulling upward gently, but her face was stern. Chat knew she wasn't joking around, or letting him slip by. He was an awful liar, really, and he knew it. He sighed, hanging his head. "Cat's out of the bag, huh?"

He let out a strangled cry as she yanked the tail again.

"No puns. You've been acting strange since I showed up here. Normally you're all puns and flirts. Now you're acting skittish, like a terrified kitten." Her gaze softened. She wasn't particularly upset, rather, she was concerned. Chat was, despite a pain in the ass, an anchor. Solid, reliable, her best friend. Two years of doing this sort of work had that affect. The trust built between them was a bond like no other, and they knew each other inside and out.

Well, not out yet, Marinette thought, her hand suddenly feeling hot and grabby. She absently let her eyes wander down his profile.

Luckily, Chat seemed to think it was an indication that his mental state was a bit shaky, and it was an obvious one. Mostly because he didn't want to share this with his lady. Much less know how to go about it without sounding like a terrible tom-cat. He shot her a half-assed smile in an attempt to assure her nothing was up, but her eyes still wandered, eye-brows raised in seeming pointedness.

"My Lady, please do not think poorly of me."

Ladybug shook her head of dangerous thoughts, thoughts of physical similarities and the temptation to test out a positively wild theory that had resulted in her most current state.

No. No way.

"Wuh?" Smooth. Very smooth, stupid.

"You know I'm devoted to you, to us, right?" He didn't notice the flub. He did notice the glazed eyes snapping into focus, suddenly beginning to question if his Lady was doing okay herself. He also notice them rolling in exasperation, though he chose to ignore that. It was a good sign she was fine anyhow. All snap, snide, and wit. That's LB for you.

"Yes, yes Chat. What, you find out Hawkmoth is your brother or something?"

"No it's-" he stopped, mulling over his words carefully. "I just... feel like I'm two timing you or something."

A red hot pain shot through Marinette for a moment, and she refused to believe it was jealousy. Chat clearly picked something up, (the way her eyes popped out of her skull for a split second) because he immediately started babbling.

"There's just, there's this really cute girl in school and I've known her for years and she reminds me of you so much and I feel like a terrible person for making the comparison but the way she walks-" she couldn't help but feel a slight heat pulse through her, a pleasant one this time at the way he nearly paused, nearly choked as his eyes raked her hips- "and talks with some of her friends and I dunno I have this tiny crush on her and today she-"

Marinette needed to stop him. He might give something away, and she realized she may be the source of a problem her. A crushing weight suddenly fell on her shoulders. Chat wanted to see another girl, but felt guilt because of how much time he'd devoted to her. She was like an anchor to him too, it seemed. Something he could always attach to in a time of need, someone who he could love no matter what. But now someone else seemed to have his eye.

"Chat." He went silent. "We are partners, first and foremost. You can do whatever you please in your civilian life. Even if you and I were to date, how would that go?" What if you were disappointed in my civilian self? "What if the media finds out? What if Hawkmoth uses us against each other? The risks are too high. It's... I genuinely hate to say this Chat, I do, but it's for the best if we stay at least a bit distant from one another."

The weight didn't go away.

"My Lady..." an infinite sadness seemed to cross Chat's face as if he was a kicked kitten. Ladybug had to resist telling him she was lying, or literally kicking him. She wasn't having an easy go at this. These were things she'd had to tell herself a thousand times lately. Especially seeing as she understood how he felt. She had, admittedly, begun to see him a new light as he truly began to mature and fill out. It had made her sick to her stomach the first time she had realized she was intentionally staying behind him during patrols for the view. The time she caught herself biting her lip made her want to throw herself off the Eiffel Tower. It was Chat for god's sake!

Over time, however, she had sort of just accepted he was hot. Sort of. She definitely completely didn't cringe at herself for basically salivating every time he bent over or posed a little. No way.

Maybe a little.

Either way, she did know there were consequences. Dangerous, relationship ruining ones. Exciting ones, sure, but it wasn't worth it. It also didn't help that, despite only mostly being able to converse like a normal human being around Adrien, and the two of them simply being casual friend, it still felt like cheating to lust over cat-boy. So she kept it a dirty secret. From... herself? She dealt with it.

Seeing him like this was not how the day was supposed to end though. She hated, above all else in the entirety of Paris, seeing her Chaton look hurt. She had to make it up to him a little bit.

With a yank of a tail and a devilish grin, a yelp and a blush, lips pressed against a cheek.

"W-w... what was that? For? Uh, psh, ffff-"

"Go home and go get the girl mon minou. It's late."

Oh fuck it, it isn't going to happen and I need to try it.

It was at this moment, Marinette, aka Ladybug, made a massive, heart-stopping mistake that left her lost for words. Lost for thoughts. Everything simply blanked after she gave his ass a slap to send him on his way.

It was meant to be flirty. Coy, teasing, and something to have him think about. She didn't mind flirting with Chat, they both knew she was simply having fun... usually. It came with the banter. It was natural. Never had she done this before, however, as she kept such an infuriatingly small distance between them at all times no one but the two of them could ever make a judgement call on whether or not they were dating. Or at least going at it in alleys after missions. (Marinette freaked out horrendously the first time Alya theorized that was what they did)

For once, she decided to break the distance rule. Just once, she knew he wouldn't mind. In fact she was hoping he would quite enjoy it, seeing as some small, dark part of her didn't want to give him over to some strange girl without the tiniest bit of a fight. She couldn't help it.

So, in part to satisfy this demanding question that'd been on her mind all night, to cheer Chat up a little, and to satisfy another small-and-not-to-be-mentioned part of her, she coped a feel, and everything stopped. The second her hand touched him, he flinched a bit and a red like fire shot up his face because Ladybug just grabbed his butt and hadn't let go.

Marinette had froze, and Adrien could understand that. He knew she was shy, and knew she was prone to doing such. His adorable friend had grown on him more and more, and he found himself staring at her at school lately.

Well, that's a lie. Nino found him staring at a pair of hips, slack-jawed. As did Alya. In fact, everyone in class knew before he did. In the halls, he and Nino would trail behind the girls a few feet while they all walked together when one day, he had blanked for some reason as Nino blabbed. A text woke him from his stupor, and when he looked down he realized it was from Nino. Who was beside him, pointing his chin at his phone while trying to cover up the largest, smuggest grin Adrien had ever seen.

Stop staring at Marinette's ass, Agreste. You're starting to drool xD

Him and Nino walked in front after that.

Things like that seemed to continue with a larger and larger frequency, and Adrien had become less and less comfortable with it. His little crush on the innocent baker's girl seemed so wrong. So... sinful. The concept of doing anything with Marinette felt shameful.

Thus, he'd gotten a bit angsty lately. He hadn't the slightest clue what to do about it. He was nearly degrading to a babbling mess around her, and his gosh darn eyes had a mind of their own. He was thankful, oh so thankful, he was yet to drool.

Then she ran into him, again, and tried to catch him. He definitely caught her instead, and she definitely caught handful of something.

From that exact second, he knew he was, pardon the language, fucked.

Now, the exact same hand, on the same day, had a handful of the other side, was covered in red, and about sixty trillion pieces started to come together. Blue and green met, wide, surprised, and horrified.

"Th-that girl-um... r-ran into m-me today a-and I wanted nothing morethantokissher and" sharp inhale "sh-she squeezed my- a...ah. Yes. That."

"O-Oh? And how'd you f-feel about that?"

"Terrified. Excited. Greedy. Wishing I could have her and... and you?" Another squeeze, a final confirmation that yes. This was definitely the same.

Somehow, as much as Marinette wanted to scream, faint, kiss Chat... Adrien, 'Guess I have to internalize that,' or whatever, she held it together for one more sentence before fleeing faster than she ever has in her life.

Adrien blinked as she tore off, the last thing he saw was a colossal blush and nervous smile that he never knew he knew so well. All he could do was stare at his hands before trying to plan the next day at school and praying for sleep.

With the last squeeze she got out "I think you owe me one of these at school tomorrow."

A/N I didn't even edit this much. It's late. Give me some ideas or headcanons, I'll try and pump some out!