Beep.

Time was running out for Chat Noir. His transformation would wear out in two minutes tops and yet he stood there just staring at Ladybug. Her miraculous beeped too, making her send him another worried look. She brushed her earing. It was something that made Chat's whole body tense because he knew what it meant—she wanted to leave.

"Well," she said, "I guess I'll be the first to leave then. Good work today, Chat. I'll be counting on you when the time comes again."

Just as she turned her back, Chat jumped at her. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her against his chest. A soft gasp escaped her mouth as her eyes stared up at him. The there it was, at the surface of her eyes, the unyielding trust she had in him that never seemed to waver no matter the situation. A part of him was happy she trusted him so much, but another part of him was annoyed she was so defenseless.

So he'd tease her.

Real good for this.

He brushed his fingers against her forehead, moving her bangs so he could press his hand against her flesh. It was hot, but Chat knew that wasn't the only thing that was hot as he took a glance at her cheeks.

But she was staring down at his chest, away from his eyes that wanted nothing more than to look at hers. He let his hand fall from her forehead, sticking out his finger to raise her chin. She wasn't going to have any option on the matter. He wanted to look at her. To see the emotions behind her eyes that he could tell she was trying hard to hide.

Yet they were there. Clear as day. She was seeing him for the first time, and it made him ecstatic. He was doing somersaults inside–jumping, skipping, rolling around with every ounce of energy he had. Because all his work had paid off. If only for this moment.

His lips pressed against her forehead. A swift motion. Soft skin against soft skin. She was hot and he wondered for a fleeing second if it was only the fever making her like this. He closed his eyes, pressing just a bit harder before he withdrew.

Her eyes were wide, mouth open as she stared at him. Red colored her cheeks and Chat knew for sure that that wasn't only because of some dumb germ.

"W-what was that?" Ladybug asked.

"For your fever." Chat pointed to her with a wink. "I heard the best way to get rid of one is through a kiss."

There was so much more he wanted to do. He wanted to wrap her in his arms, to feel her against him, to let her know she was his whole world and so much more than that. But another beep called him back to reality.

It felt painful. Like he was tearing off his own skin. But he knew he had to go. She didn't want what was about to happen.

Not yet, he thought with a grin.

The idea stayed in his head, however, because one day they would both find out. She would want to know just as badly as he did.