Chat dashed from rooftop to rooftop, a bag of mistletoe in hand. He traveled around the city, tying bundles here and there, masked by early dawn's dimness.

With all this mistletoe, he reasoned, there's a chance My Lady will gift me with a kiss!

Though he'd rather have a sincere kiss (especially one not encouraged by a mere plant!), Chat figured there was no harm in trying. Maybe a fun holiday tradition was all he needed to spur his partner to bestow on him the pleasure of her lips.

With the bag empty and the festive red ribbons depleted, Chat returned home and hoped for the best.

Ladybug met Chat that evening for their usual patrol on top of the Notre Dame. She was surprised to find him there before her; it was only a stone's throw from her house.

Ladybug crossed the roof of the cathedral to where he stood, his lips curled into playful smile. She cocked her head, resting her hands on her hips. "You seem to be in a good mood."

"I am in a good mood. Though, if you want specifics, I'd have to say... a hopeful mood." His green eyes seemed to laugh as he brought her fingers to his lips. Chat raised a brow as best as he could behind a mask. "Your hand smells like dough. Do you bake?"

Ladybug snatched her hand back, blushing furiously. For a moment she considered denying the claim, but there was really no harm in admitting she had baked some cookies earlier. After all, how could be possibly connect the smell to her parents' bakery? "Oh, heh, yeah. I, er, made some cookies before."

Chat grinned. "Cookies? Made by My Lady? I'm sure they'd be the best thing anyone has ever had the fortune to taste."

Ladybug smiled. "Thanks, Chat. Maybe if you're good, I'll let you have some tomorrow."

Chat bowed. "Another thing to be hopeful for, today."

"What was it you were hoping for in the first place?"

He didn't answer and instead proposed, "How about we take a stroll around our lovely city? It's such a fine evening. It's almost romantic."

Ladybug ignored Chat's change of subject, replying, "Oh, alright. It really is a nice evening."

She laughed at the twinkle in her partner's green eyes and took the hand he offered to her.

"The night awaits," he said, and dashed across the rooftop, a giggling Ladybug in tow.

The pair ran and jumped and danced across the Paris skyline, having a wonderful December first. The wind tugged at their hair, the slight chill in the air long forgotten.

Chat came to a stop at La Sainte Chapelle. They sat under a niche in the architecture, squeezing in together so that they faced the other, legs resting together.

Despite the closeness, Ladybug felt at ease with the boy, one of her closest friends. She grinned at Chat, chest buzzing at the sight of his mirrored expression. In the distance, she could see the lights sparkling on the Seine.

Chat tapped her leg, bringing her blue eyes back to his face. He pointed a clawed finger up. "Ah, My Lady, won't you look at that?"

Curious, Ladybug gazed up... and her jaw dropped. "Chat!" There was a small piece of mistletoe attached to the top of the niche, the white berries like shining pearls.

Chat grinned at her, puckering his lips and winking. She pushed a finger against his mouth and yo-yoed away, laughing despite herself. He really is silly.

Shecould hear Chat behind her, chuckling as he followed his spotted hero.

Ladybug rested on the Pont Neuf bridge, letting Chat drag her along to one of the seemingly random light posts.

He gave her a coy grin and she looked up to find another bundle of mistletoe tied around the metal. "Oh!"

She pressed the tips of her fingers to his lips, giving Chat a curious look. "Again?"

He took her wrist gently, bringing it down and threading his fingers with hers. "Oh, indeed, and there are many more where those came from."

Ladybug batted her lashes teasingly. "And why would that be, you silly cat?"

"To answer your question from earlier, My Lady, I was hoping I might get lucky enough for a kiss, but seeing as I never seen to have any luck, I thought that the beauty of statistics might be in my favor instead."

Ladybug shook her head. "Sometimes you really are too much. You must really want that kiss."

He winked. "I truly do, but I don't want to pressure you into one."

She peered up into Chat's face, lit up by innocent young love. The thought of kissing her masked friend made her heart flutter, a new, strange sensation. It really was quite the romantic night, so she decided to give him a small reward for making her evening.

Chat's eyes widened in surprise as she stood on her tiptoes and planted a smacking kiss on his nose. "Mwah."

Ladybug and Chat flushed a matching red.

"Now," she said, tilting her face down to hide her blush. "Won't you be a gentleman and walk me back to the Notre Dame?"

"Y-yes, My Lady!"