Due to popular demand, I have decided to do a sequel to "A Mask Over Your Heart". Yes, I know, it is only a little time since I submitted the final chapter of the story, but so many people wanted explanations for what happened, that I couldn't help myself! So here is the much asked for sequel

It was brought to my attention this might be easier, so here is the link to my first story: s/11800008/1/A-Mask-Over-Your-Heart

Always, WOBE

Adrien collapsed on his bed, exhausted and deliriously happy! He had undoubtedly, just experienced one of the best nights of his life!

"You seem happy," Plagg muttered, lounging beside the teenage and letting out a loud and satisfied burp.

"I could say the same for you," replied Adrien, removing his mask and laying it on the bed.

"Yeah, but you know what made me happy tonight. I have no clu- oh wait. Lemme guess. You saw Ladybug tonight," Plagg said, sounding fed up.

"Yes!" Adrien said, getting off his bed and twirling in a circle, his arms outstretched.

"I know I'm going to regret this," Plagg muttered to himself. "So, what happened,"

"We danced, and she is an amazing dancer in case you were wondering,"

"I wasn't," Plagg admitted, his eyes half lidded.

"Well she is! And then Chloe seemed to be unable to keep away from us, or rather, Ladybug,"

"What else is new? I have no patience for that girl!"

"You have no patience for anyone Plagg!" Adrien said, folding his arms over his chest and glaring at the little, black Kwami.

"True," Plagg said, pretending as if he was actually contemplating this.

"So anyway, with Chloe chasing Ladybug, I tried to shake her off our tails, and we ended up getting locked in my practice room,"

"You forgot the doors lock didn't you?"

There was a long moment of silence that only confirmed in Plagg's mind that what he had said was true.

"Maybe," Adrien finally admitted, playing with his hands. It was a nervous habit he had developed, and Plagg recognized it all too well.

"Uh huh," Plagg replied, unconvinced.

"But that's not important!" Adrien said, waving his hands in front of him to keep his Kwami from changing the subject.

Plagg tried to restrain himself from rolling his eyes, but it was impossible.

"What is important though, is that while we were in there I played my piano, and told her how I felt,"

"You mean you actually admitted it? In front of her?" Plagg asked, floating over to his charge.

"Yep!" Adrien replied, popping the "p" and turning to look at the Kwami.

"And she fell for it?!"

"I even kissed her. And she kissed me back," he sighed, sinking back onto his bed remembering how it felt.

"Oh pa-lease! You don't even know who she is!" Plagg cried, trying to get it into Adrien's thick skull that he had no idea what he was getting himself into.

"But that's the most important part about tonight!" Adrien said excitedly, sitting up and removing his ears from his hair.

"La la la! I Cant hear you! Not listening! La la la!" Plagg said, a little too loudly for Adrian's tastes, plugging his large ears.

"Then I guess you don't want to know who Ladybug is," Adrien said nonchalantly, putting his suit coat on a hanger and walking into his closet to hang it up.

"What?!" Yelled Plagg, shock showing on his face.

"I think you heard me," Adrien replied, sticking his head out his closet, his hands currently working on undoing his neck tie.

"You found out who Ladybug is? How? When? Who is she?" Plagg asked hurriedly.

"Woah, woah, woah! Slow down! One question at a time!" Adrien said, finally emerging from his closet, his black trousers the only piece of his suit that he still wore.

He walked over to one of his dressers, bare feet padding softly on the floor.

"First, you asked how. I had been trying all night to figure out who she was, but during one of our dances, it just clicked. I looked into her eyes and I thought about how I had recognized them before, but couldn't seem to pinpoint where I had seen them. Then it hit me, and when I confessed my love to her, I realized I really did love the person, not just the mask that she wore," Adrien explained as he rummaged through his dresser drawers for a shirt.

He finally settled on a white t-short with grey contrasting sleeves.

"So now that I've answered the when and how, time for you to know the who," Adrien said, returning to his closet and coming back only a minute later in a pair of black gym shorts.

"Marinette," he said suddenly, knowing his silence was practically killing his Kwami.

"Ladybug is Marinette,"

"You're sure about that? What if you're wrong?" Plagg asked, concerned about his charge.

"I'm not. I may not be sure about a lot of things Plagg, but I am one hundred percent certain about this,"

"You're really sure?"

Adrien nodded, getting into the pushup position on the floor.

Plagg watched the blonde as he did his clap pushups, his chin ups on the pole on his closet door frame, and his balancing exercises, asking questions the entire time.

"And that wasn't even the best part Plagg!" Adrien said happily, drying his sweaty, blonde hair with a towel.

"And what exactly could be any better than anything else you've mentioned tonight?" Plagg asked, exasperated with the lovestruck attitude of the boy.

Adrien approached his windows, looking out on the sleeping city below.

"She told me she loved me too. Well, Chat Noir anyway. Still, it's the greatest thing in the world,"

"I bet it is!" Plagg said, actually genuinely happy for Adrien.

"Even better than cheese?" the blonde asked, turning to look at Plagg with a wide smile on his face.

"Nope!" he replied without hesitation.

Adrien laughed. "I wouldn't have it any other way!"

"Good! Now put your shirt on!"

Adrien laughed again, harder than before, and his Kwami joined him. This was truly the best night of his life; at least, so far!