AN: Hello hello! So here I am...A 20-year-old, junior in college...writing for Miraculous Ladybug. Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

For all those who are waiting for more stories for Rurouni Kenshin, do not fret! I am still in the midst of working on a fairly long one. And I mean long.

I hope everyone enjoys this story! There will be five parts in total, so four more after this one. I have a serious kink for constructive criticism, so please let me know what you think!

Adrien has discovered Marinette's identity as well as her crush on him and decides to tease her mercilessly as both Chat and Adrien.

"Chat?" Marinette breathlessly mumbled with wide eyes.

Her next attempt at words became lodged in her throat as she could feel the flutter of Chat's golden lashes against her jaw as he nuzzled against her throat. Her fingers, desperate to clench at something other than to press into the soft flesh of her hands, gripped the railing of her balcony. She inwardly chided herself for jerking in his general direction in an attempt to grip a leather clad shoulder.

"Yes Puurincess? How may I be of service to you?" Chat nonchalantly murmured against her neck. He enjoyed the warm scent of flour, vanilla, and almonds she exuded. It was delectable. Enticing really, since he couldn't find it in himself to part from her. However, much to his dismay, once he leaned in closer and ended up pressing his chest to hers, he was firmly reminded why Ladybug was such a furious and powerful heroine when Marinette shoved him away.

Still stumbling back, she watched as Chat caught his bearings before screeching at him.

"I- Wha- Were you just purring?!"

Out of all the questions to ask, it just had to be that one Marinette. Stupid, stupid, stu-

Never would Adrien forget the sweet tint of pink that graced her cheeks when she recalled the deep rumbling vibrations against her chest.

"Hmm," Chat deliberated with a finger on chin and glancing up at the starry sky innocently. "I suppose I was Princess. Was that a bit impurrmissible?" Peering back at her he couldn't help the Cheshire grin that overtook his face. Her angry stammering was downright adorable.

Something in Marinette snapped at that moment, and tired of being tongue-tied in front of Adrien on a daily basis, she refused to do so with Chat.

"A bit? A bit?! And I'm not just talking about the purring, you mangy cat. Why I ought to throw you off my balcony and watch you turn into road kill and - "Marinette's huffy ramblings and wildly flapping arms were cut off by the gleam in his emerald eyes and the way he leisurely stalked towards her.

Once again at a loss for words and proper motor skills, Marinette scrambled back until she fell back on to her pink chaise. Not deterred at all by her clumsiness, Chat immediately crawled over her prone form and leaned close to her face. Noses touching, breath mingling.

"You Noir me. I mean, me Chat on chaise top. No! I mean- "

"Your freckles, my princess, they are truly breathtaking under the moonlight."

A beat passed, and then two. Somewhere in between his admiration for her and her bafflement at his behavior, they had begun to drown in one another's gazes. Not knowing just how long they had been staring at one another, one in awe of the other and one in delighted embarrassment, they came back to themselves once a familiar beep blared from Chat's ring.

Chat sighed before righting himself and offering his princess a hand to stand up right. However, the ever-naïve Marinette did not take into account just how sneaky and cheeky Chat Noir could really be. So not even moments since the last teasing had rendered her silent, she was tugged up against his chest once more. Bewildered for the nth time tonight, Marinette was forced to look up at Chat with both hands pressed against him, very very conscious of the nearness of their faces.

"It would seem that our time must be cut short princess. I look forward to our next adventure together very soon." He spoke lowly with mirth in his voice. As if he had his own inside joke that she may or may not get.

Feeling that his proximity was messing with her state of mind, he quickly ducked and pressed a kiss to her knuckles and leapt onto her balcony railing. Giving a two-finger salute, Chat fell backward and disappeared only to appear further away catapulting deeper into Paris on his baton.

Lips parted, Marinette replayed Chat's luminous eyes capturing hers while his lips pressed softly to her hand.

Cue internal pandemonium.

What had he been doing there?! Sure, he wanted to check up on "his princess"…but…

And how did he remember where she lived?

And that stupid flirt, why did he brazenly…do that?! His hands had been so warm and gentle on her hips. It made her wonder how they would feel without the barrier of his suit. How his breath had tickled her throat and how his hair had brushed her spaghetti strap clad shoulders.

And how did they fall into such a comfortable rhythm with each other? Just when she thought she had enough trouble not falling for Chat as Ladybug, it would seem that she needed to put even more of a guard up as Marinette.

It was only a giggling Tikki that brought her back to reality when she realized something odd. Well, more odd than a stray superhero cuddling her on her balcony.

"Since when did Chat use Cataclysm? His ring beeped…" Marinette trailed off before her mind was once again overwhelmed with questions and pure chaos. Climbing back in her room through her skylight, she chose to just try to get some much-needed rest.

Marinette did not sleep well.

A certain black cat dove into an open window and rolled to a halt onto plush carpet. Standing and brushing off a bit of lint, Chat Noir's transformation wore off and out popped his ever-hungry kwami to fly towards the pile of cheese that Adrien bribed him with.

"Thanks for the warning Plagg. Who knew that an hour would pass by that quickly." Adrien sighed and fell back onto his bed, shoes and all, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Plagg flew over his wielder's head, and with a mouth full of cheese grumbled a few unintelligible words.

"What?" Adrien asked disgustedly.

Swallowing, Plagg tried again. "Kid, you know your precious 'Princess' is gonna skin you alive after she finds out it's been you all along, intentionally messing with her."

At the mention of 'his Princess' Adrien's happiness returned full-fledged and he shrugged.

"Maybe, maybe not. After all, her gigantic crush on me might be what saves me," he grinned stupidly.

Plagg merely shook his head at his unwise mortal and mumbled: "woman," "scorned," and "hell hath no fury" under his breath as he escaped for the night in his cheese pile.