"I think so," Marinette glances away. Gripping the framed photo Chat Noir gave her, she takes a deep breath and sets it on her desk. Looking back to him, he holds his hand out for her to take. Reaching forward, she gently places her fingers atop his palm. He pulls her to her feet and leads her over to her patio. Once near the edge, he lets go.

Turning around, he bends down slightly, patting his shoulders. "Get on."

"What?" She asks, looking around.

"I'll stay in the shadows. Just trust me," he says glancing back at her. Green eyes that she's peered into a million times beg her to listen.

"Al-alright." Stretching her arms forward, she awkwardly wraps them around his shoulders, trying not to get too close. He ignores her attempt and lifts her up, wrapping his hands around her thighs. She blushes, acknowledging the pleasant warmth from his grip. His back, athletic and dense, almost feels as if he's made of iron.

Jumping forward, the two hurdle over the gap between Marinette's apartment and the building next door. Holding on tightly, only because she's currently not LadyBug, she watches the city lights flicker below. Cars zoom from place to place. People laugh at restaurants and walk with their partners, hand-in-hand.

'Is this wrong? Should I stop this and ask him to take me home?' She thinks to herself.

"We're not too far now," Chat says, keeping his focus on jumping. The nighttime wind blows across their skin; the moon only covered by the occasional cloud or two.

After two more jumps, Chat Noir finally stops. A small broken down, brick room sits atop of an unoccupied building. From the other side of the structure, faint candle light flicks against concrete.

"Madam," he lets her down and steps away. Gesturing for her to follow him, she nods, and takes his lead. Rounding the outside corner of the small roomed brick structure, looking out at all of Paris, is a table set for two. A vinyl record player sits a few feet away atop another table. Chat Noir pulls out one metal chair for Marinette to sit.

She walks over and follows his gentle instruction, allowing him to push her closer to the set diner table. He grins and places a hand atop of her head before moving over to the record player. With his back turned to Marinette, he gets the music machine going, turning the volume down to where they can still talk to each other without interruption.

He walks back to his chair and sits. "I have a special surprise after our late-night snack."

"This is… really nice, Chat," Marinette says. Warm candlelight shadows flicker across her face. He reaches forward, green eyes gleaming against his dark mask. Pulling the top off the silver platter located in the middle of the table, two macarons sit.

"When did you…?" Marinette asks, picking one up.

"They're not from your store, if you were wondering. I actually got help making them from a friend of mine. I know you probably have them all the time, but I just wanted to show you that I'm not just some superhero. I'm human, too. And I'd like to become part of your world some day."

Marinette takes a bite into the cookie and blinks twice. "It's surprisingly good. Have you ever made them before? They're tricky to make."

Chat scratches the back of his head. "Let's just say it took a few tries…"

Marinette smiles softly and takes another bite. "Thank you."

He blushes and grabs the other off the tray. "My pleasure."

Sitting in the sounds of the quiet vinyl playing, both Marinette and Chat look away from each other, nervous. After they finish their deserts, he stands, clearing his throat.

"I have a track I want you to hear," he says, moving back to the music machine. Stopping the current track, he takes it off and replaces it with another sitting beside the player on the table. Classical music fills the air after he sets the needle down carefully. Turning it up, he walks over to Marinette and offers his hand.

"Dance with me, M'lad—" Chat says but catches himself. Marinette raises an eyebrow in confusion as he shakes his head. "I almost called you the nickname… of… of.. someone very dear to me! By accident of course!"

Still somewhat suspicious of him, Marinette glances away and then back to him.

'This is getting weird…does he know?' Marinette asks herself, biting her lip.

He sighs and takes a seat in front of her, crossing his legs. "Alright… I'll tell you the truth. The reason I asked you to go on this date with me… and please don't judge… it's because you remind me of someone I care about so much. I miss her a lot and well… I don't know what it is about you but it's similar to being with her. I know you aren't her, yet being with you gives me that same comfort."

'I can't let her think otherwise. I know if she suspicions anything is up, she'll never allow me this chance. I have to cover my tracks if I want to keep seeing her in secret,' Chat thinks, staring at the ground near Marinette's feet.

"Oh… I can see why then. That makes sense…" Marinette rubs the back of her neck. Anxious, she stands and offers her hand to Chat Noir instead. "It's really ok. And I would never judge you for such a thing."

He looks up and takes her gesture, letting her help him up. Standing directly in front of each other now, he refuses to let go and steps closer.

"Would you… dance with me?" He asks, blushing. Staring into her eyes, she gets lost for a second in a sea of emerald.

Without another word, by lingering effect, Chat pulls her a little closer to him and places his free hand on her waist. The two move slowly, stepping side to side, in succession with the instruments. Marinette's heart flutters inside her chest as she finds herself lost in his gaze.

'Maybe… I agreed because he reminds me of someone, too,' Marinette thinks to herself. The memory of Adrien scolding her for possibly having a crush of Chat Noir rushes through her mind. She jerks away from the superhero and shakes her head.

"I'm really sorry…"

"Marinette—"

"I can't. I promised Adrien that I didn't have feelings for you. This feels wrong somehow…" she says, staring out at the city. A gentle breeze blows across their skin and through their hair.

Chat Noir straighten his back and closes the distance between the two. Leaning down, he places his lips on hers; fierce but soft. Unable to move, frozen from shock, Marinette stands unsure of what to do. Wanting to kiss back but also pull away, she closes her eyes and tries to calm her racing heart.

Relunctantly, he pulls back but stays within an inch of two of her lips. "I think you should just be open and honest with him. That's the best way you can be with anyone, am I right?"

A rock clenches in her throat as her stomach churns. She withdraws her arms to her chest and slightly shakes from the adrenaline rushing through her body.

After another second, Chat turns around, leaning down for her. Without another word, she climbs on his back, and lets him take her back home.

Adrien, at home, Dreaming:

LadyBug stands in front of the door to Adrien's bedroom. Naked except for her bra, panties, and face mask, she traces a hand over her hip and up to her breast, groping it firmly. Adrien sits at the edge of his bed, face red, and an erection hidden by his boxers.

"You know I know who you are… you don't have to wear that…" Adrien says, unable to look away from her curves.

She giggles. "I know silly. But guess what?" LadyBug saunters from the doorway to directly in front of him, pushing his shoulders. He falls onto the bed and she places a knee on the mattress between his legs, leaning over him. "I know you fantasize about LadyBug taking control and doing very perverted things to you, Adrien. Isn't this what you want?"

Adrien's face turns red with embarrassment as her looks away from her. "That's normal of any guy, isn't it?!"

She giggles again, moving to straddle him. Tugging at the hem of her black polka dotted thong, she licks her lips. "But you aren't just some ordinary guy, are you?"

He laughs nervously. "Of course I am!"

"No. You're not," she says. Grabbing his hands, she places them on her hips, and traces them across her torso and around to her ass. "You're Chat Noir."