Thank you for your interest in this story! It was originally inspired by the scene in the description but that wont happen for a few chapters! There is definitely a reason why this story was rated M, but it wont be filled with plotless smut either. I currently don't have an editor so please let me know if there's anything I missed!

I do not own Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir or any of it's characters.

Steam clouded around him as the warm water washed over his body. He felt each of his muscles relax as the day's tension wore off. As a sigh of relief escaped him, Adrien leaned against the tiled wall with his eyes closed relishing in the feeling. Showers were always his little slice of heaven of being alone from the world, including Plagg's nagging. Well that, and when he was transformed of course because Plagg couldn't be present but anyways…

He turned the tap off and stepped out slowly, wrapping a towel around him after rubbing his hair slightly dry and stared at himself in the mirror. He was about to go out for tonight's patrol and he couldn't help remembering when he started being Chat, as it was quickly approaching the anniversary once again. As happy as he was for having Plagg and the opportunity to be Chat in his life, the passing of five years couldn't help but bring a morose taste to his mouth.

He squinted at the Adrien in the mirror as he roughed his hair into its basic style, not bothering to dry it. He definitely looked a bit different from when he first started, his face losing its baby look and was replaced with strong lines that only gained him more admirers from his modeling career. He wondered if his lady could see much differences in him while he was under the mask...

"What's taking you so long? We're going to be late...again." Plagg phased in through his bathroom door with a whine.

"Plagg! What have I told you about-"

"Yeah yeah 'no bursting into the bathroom because you need privacy' blah blah. I need to make sure you give me some camembert before we leave- I'm starving." Adrien walked into his bedroom and started pulling on his go-to sweatpants and a white short sleeved shirt.

"We literally ate dinner less than two hours ago Plagg."

"That feels like eternity to a God I swear." He was tossed a small wedge of cheese with a large eye roll from his wielder.

"Alright, it's time. Claws out!"

He was halfway out of his window before he fully transformed. As he jumped over rooftops, he tired again to put into words how the transformation felt. It was one of his favorite feelings in the world. It was like… like a warm buzz of electricity across his skin, but... it's just not understandable unless a person actually felt it themselves.

His suit which felt like a second skin protected him from getting injured, numbed most of his feeling. Weather it be a pat on the back turning into just pressure, or the temperature being regulated for him depending on the season, the magic of the suit always amazed him. He was mystified by the fact he could feel the wind caress his skin as he ran or whenever he touched his partner but he surmised it was the magic of the suit knowing he wanted and liked to feel those things. Plagg wasn't very forthcoming on answers either, stating it was safer that he didn't know the inner workings of the suit.

He landed softly next to a woman in red with shoulder length ponytails. Her back was to him looking out into the city, and she didn't turn when he landed. He hooked an arm through hers and started walking them across the rooftop.

"Good evening m'Lady, care for a stroll on this lovely Parisian night?" She clicked her tongue but continued to walk with him.

"You're late Kitty. Again." She smirked as he brought his hand that wasn't linked through her arm to his chest exaggeratedly.

"I'm sorry Bugaboo I was making sure to look the absolute best for you." He purposely peered to her though his bangs, now dry from the transformation. Her giggle made him blush and glance to the side for a moment and she leaned close to whisper in his ear.

"Just don't do it again, we have a job to do." He couldn't breathe from how close she was, it felt like static electricity was being charged between them. She then gave the sexiest wink he could imagine and darted away from him jumping over rooftops ahead towards their usual patrol route for Mondays. He stared at her dumbfounded for a moment then ran after her, her giggles still being carried back towards him by the wind.

"Hey no fair, you cheated!" he yelled ahead. This woman was going to seriously do him in. As much as he liked running behind her, he preferred to be in front or next to her. When he was in the back, he couldn't help but stare and the luscious curves she gained over the years, especially when her hips made her ass move from side to side-

He lost his footing and fell, being caught seconds later by her yoyo and quick reflexes. She giggled again as she pulled him up.

"Careful Kitty." ...and she one hundred percent knows what she's doing to him.

They started again beside each other, coming apart and converging when there wasn't room for the both of them. A comfortable silence came upon them and his thoughts were drawn back to the anniversary, being signaled by the winding down of summer, his first classes of the semester actually starting in the morning.

Not much had changed over the years. Someone would get upset, Hawkmoth would akumatize them and they would save Paris. They always figured something out and then split ways and go about their day, and patrolled nightly. In his civilian life he kept modeling for his disconnecting father and is now starting his second year of dual majoring in fashion and business.

He was abruptly pulled by the arm from jumping to the next rooftop, dropping down into the alley below instead.

"What-"

"Shh.." She whispered placing a hand on his mouth as her body pressed up against him and peering around the corner his back was to. Satisfied with her observation, she straightened to her full height and gazed up to him. He couldn't pull his eyes away from hers and she didn't move away from him, he could very much feel her hands and breasts pressed against his chest, her hips lightly pinning his. There was one thing other than their slight appearance that had changed over the years…

The sexual tension.

He finally found his voice and lowly asked "So what was it?" He couldn't hide the huskiness in it even if he tried. His hands were itching to rest on her hips but he willed himself not to.

"A man was following a girl and she had no idea he was there. But then he surprised her and she was excited to see him so it was a false alarm." Her voice was barely above a whisper, her face just inches away from his.

"We should...get back up there." As much as both of them didn't want to, she was right. They were jumping across rooftops once again a moment later and finishing up their route for the night without much else happening. They ended at the eiffel tower to sit for a few minutes and catch their breath, as they do to end most patrols. Their legs dangled over the edge of the metal platform, a few inches between them.

"We have to adjust the patrol time a little, I start classes in the morning." She nodded stating she had the same. As much as she protested them revealing anything about their personal lives, they couldn't help but acknowledge that they were in the same year. Once graduation from high school came around, they were concerned about how attending university would affect their superhero lives. They both decided to stay local so that their duties to protect Paris weren't impaired, but he had to reassure her multiple times that he wasn't sacrificing his dreams in order to do so. Paris had a very prestigious fashion school, and his father wouldn't let him stray far anyways.

"An hour earlier then?" He nodded and stood up to stretch.

"Should be fine, I'll let you know if it isn't working for me. I should head out and do the end patrol so I can get to bed." He grabbed her hand and placed a kiss on top. "Goodnight m'Lady. Until tomorrow." She smiled fondly at him, getting ready to leave herself.

"Goodnight Chaton." She scratched under his chin for just a moment until she gained a purr deep from within his chest, and she was off again giggling into the night.

He rolled his eyes with more fondness than annoyance and jumped into the night in the opposite direction, starting on the back end of the patrol. He would make one final general sweep of the city on his way home, as she did one to open the patrol for the night before meeting up with him. He liked having this little time to himself, the one moment that Plagg could definitely not interrupt him in his thoughts.

It probably won't help him to think about it, but he still felt distracted from earlier. When they were kids just starting to be superheros, Ladybug denied any flirtatious advances he made towards her, as innocent as they were. Then as they grew up and hormones were added into the equation, she started to flirt back little by little which definitely took him by surprise at the time, and she now knocks him off his feet today with what she does to him. It never goes farther than that, they both know that they can't. And he hasn't forgotten that she liked some boy in her class, something she mentioned when he ever got really serious with her. He hadn't heard about the boy for some time now, but she also hasn't lamented about him not being in her life anymore to Chat, so he had to assume he was still in the picture somewhere. Hell, they could be dating right now and he wouldn't even know.

His hands gripped into fists at that thought and he let the pace of his footsteps center himself again and his mind clear. There's no use to get upset about the things he can't change. He's more than happy with what she gives him. He's in love with her and she knows it, and doesn't push him away.

On the last leg of his patrol, he passes by the Dupain-Cheng bakery, then his old school and makes the short way to his home. He sees Marinette leaning against the railing of her balcony as he does every night and gives her a salute when she sees him, and she waves back in response. He occasionally stops by and chats (heh get it?) with her for a bit to see how she is, but with it being so late and him having to wake up early he decided to skip it for the night. He made it home in record time exhaustedly dropping into bed as he muttered for the transformation to drop. The tingles of the transformation relaxed his body even more and it took a decent amount of energy to shrug off his sweatpants.

"That felt like forever I didn't think it would ever end." Plagg whined as he stuffed a wedge into his mouth from the dish Adrien pulled out of the mini fridge before they left.

"It was barely fifteen minutes more than the usual. You just like to complain." Adrien muttered as he turned over. "Goodnight Plagg."

He went to sleep chasing a giggling woman dressed in red through his dreams.