Celebrity Status - Ch 9: One Last Kiss
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I was going to post this one tomorrow for the @ladrienjune Day 2 - prompt, Gorgeous, but honestly that one is a little bit of a stretch. And I read caterinawrite's Ladrien June story (go read it! It's starting off so cute!!), and she felt empowered to write for prompts that aren't today. AND I just wanted there to more stuff out today on Day 1!! Because IT'S LADRIEN JUNE!!! And I'm excited!!
This chapter lines up nicely with Day 18 - Secret Relationship and Day 29 - Make Out. Like really well.
Chapter 9: One Last Kiss
Ladybug touched down softly on Adrien’s bedroom floor. He didn’t notice immediately, his attention on his computer screen.
She let herself just watch him for a moment. Locks of his hair fell out of place and into his eyes, just a less than perfect enough to be endearing. He was reading something and his expression was natural, resting, and just so relaxed. She rarely ever saw him like this.
She smiled fondly, and made herself knock on the window behind her.
He whirled towards her, his face lighting up like sunshine first creeping over the horizon in the morning.
Something in her chest twisted - something both warm and sad at once.
She loved him a little more each day. She didn’t want to end this thing that they had.
She had already lost Alya. Why did she give everything up?
And so she didn’t stop him when his arms circled around her waist, when his lips found hers.
He clearly meant for the kiss to be chaste - a sweet greeting to his quasi girlfriend. It was Ladybug who deepened it.
If she was only going to get one more kiss, she needed it to be out of this world. She needed to feel it in her toes. She wanted him to always remember it.
Because kissing him one last time wasn’t risking anything they hadn’t already risked. Especially since no one could see them. They were in his room inside a mansion that had a three meter wall around it. As long as she didn’t keep visiting him regularly he should be safe.
And so she lost herself in the dance of their tongues, the warmth of his breath, the safety of being held in his arms.
But it couldn’t last forever.
When she pulled back, his eyes remained closed, his face was glowing in pure delight. He rested his forehead against hers.
“Wow, what did I do to earn such a kiss?”
Her chest tightened in agony.
He must have seen something in her expression because his smile dissolved, and his hands tightened on her waist.
“What is it? What’s wrong?”
“We can’t do this,” she said, tears building in her eyes.
“What? Why not?” he asked, his brows furrowed in confusion.
“If anyone ever found out, Hawkmoth would never let you be.”
“No one has to find out,” he insisted.
“I shouldn’t be visiting you regularly like this at all. It’s too dangerous.”
He shook his head. “I’m fine. It’s worth the risk. You are worth the risk.”
She pulled out of his hold. “No! I’m not! Don’t you understand?! He could use you against me, and it would work! I would hand over everything for you.”
He looked thunderstruck. “What?” he whispered.
“I love you,” she confessed. “I have for a long time. Longer than you realize. I wouldn’t be strong enough. We have to stop this.”
He stepped closer to her, smiling softly in that way that turned her insides to jelly. His hands cradled either side of her face.
“Yeah…” he breathed a centimeter from her face. “We should stop.”
His lips were on hers once again.
They didn’t stop.
…
Ladybug didn’t visit again for three days. Adrien worried that she wouldn’t come back.
He really really wanted her to come back, but he wasn’t sure he deserved for her to come back. Had he pressured her the last time? She had tried to break up with him, albeit for stupid reasons, and he had just kept kissing her.
And that didn’t include the fact that he was essentially lying to her. She had already said no to Chat Noir, and yes, she was the one that insisted they still keep their identities secret.
He still felt like he was lying about who he was.
But he had loved her since the day they met for her determination and bravery, for her ability to stand up against a literal supervillain. And over the last few weeks, he’d gotten to see a softer side of her where she could share her fears, where she could let herself be silly. And he loved her more.
Maybe it was selfish, but he wanted to keep this. He understood that she was scared for him, but he could protect himself.
If only he could explain that to her.
When they met for patrol, he probably would have broken down and told her everything except she was so agitated he could barely keep up with her and at the end of it she was off before they could talk.
Now, he wanted her to come back not for him, but because he was worried about her. She was clearly upset or hurting about something. Maybe she still hadn’t been able to make up with her friend, or maybe the internet was saying something stupid again.
He just wanted her to be okay, and he thought he could help her get there if she wasn’t already.
But he couldn’t do that if she wasn’t here.
She showed up in his room an hour later.
“Hey, you okay?” he asked when she landed an hour later in his room.
She huffed. “It’s not like I’m allowed to be anything else.”
He stepped closer. “What can I do?” he offered, careful not to initiate any contact. She should be the one to decide what she wanted from him.
“Kiss me,” she begged.
He was only too happy to oblige.
“I can’t come again,” she told him later that night.
He wanted to argue. Instead he only nodded. “I understand.”
She came back again two nights later, sweeping him up in her arms and kissing him senseless immediately. He found himself hoisted up, and his legs immediately wrapped around her waist for support.
Her lips attacked his own, and he met her strike for strike. She trailed down his jaw and his neck, and then into his ear sending shivers down his spine.
He returned the favor, wanting to make her feel as good as she made him. To distract her clearly from whatever it was that was bothering her even if she couldn’t explain.
Maybe especially when she couldn’t explain because what else could he do?
“That really has to be the last time,” she gasped between kisses.
“Of course,” he agreed readily.
They both knew it wouldn’t be.
…
The akuma caught him completely off guard. He had been in fencing practice when the akuma broke through the wall, demanding his heart.
She wasn’t just collecting hearts. She wanted Adrien Agreste specifically, which meant he had no way to transform.
He took off running instead. He made it out of the school into the open, only to trip over a crack. It only cost him two seconds, but the akuma was faster.
He managed to kick her away. It turned out to be enough because a second later Ladybug swooped down and scooped him up and away before the akuma recovered.
He relaxed against her tiny frame, trusting she could carry him to safety as she had done more times than she knew.
“What’d you do this time?” she asked with a teasing lilt.
“I don’t know!” he insisted. “Just an ordinary rabid fangirl I guess.”
She nodded sagely. “Ah, you committed the crime of being too pretty.”
He sighed. “Anyway! I vote we don’t wait for Chat Noir,” he said. “This one is insanely fast. You can use me as bait.”
She hesitated, and he mentally prepared himself for her argument. But instead she called for her lucky charm, took in the scene around them, her brows furrowing in that adorable way they always did when’s he was concentrating.
Then she nodded. “Yeah, okay. Here’s the plan.”
Her plan worked perfectly. Once the akuma was purified, she turned to him with an offered fist.
“Not bad for a pretty boy.”
He stepped past her offered fist, and wrapped his arms around her waist.
“What? No fist bump?” she asked, grinning.
“Doesn’t the princess always kiss the hero who saves them?” he countered, leaning down, hovering a few centimeters over her lips.
Her blue eyes sparkled. “You’re the princess in this story?”
“Absolutely!” he grinned cheekily. “Over protective father, locked away in a tower, magic hair.”
She laughed. “It fits too well!”
“It’s good to see you laugh,” he told her, with a soft smile. “I haven’t seen you laugh as much of late.”
She eyed him, caressed either side of his face in her hands and closed the distance between them.
Her lips swallowed his own in feelings that were becoming far too familiar but never enough.
“Stay safe, princess,” she whispered. And then she was gone.
And he stood alone on an outdoor terrace, wondering how to get down. No one witnessed his lovesick sigh or the grin on his face.
Or so he thought.
…
See you again on Day 6: Social Media
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