The Running Bear (Cat Noir x Reader)

Chapter 18: We Use The Power Of Dance To Avoid A Prison Sentence

It was the best night, never would forget how we moved.

Combining their fighting techniques, they dance in a circle, leaping up and kicking them in their chests, using their weapons to knock them back, but never taking their eyes off each other. When Cat Noir sees the joy on Makwa's face, a wild, childish grin appears on his lips. She gives him a cheesy smile and keeps her grip on his hands, realizing just how warm they feel in hers. 

Unable to resist her charms anymore, Cat Noir wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her close to him. He stares into her big, beautiful eyes for a few seconds, admiring her face, wondering if he should do what his heart's telling him to do. Makwa's heart flutters when she feels his warm breath on her skin, his strong hands cradling her waist, his face an inch from hers. 

The whole place was dressed to the nines.

After a few seconds, they break away and run up the nearby buildings and jump onto the nearest helicopters. They rip open the doors and evacuate the pilots inside, placing them on the roof. Makwa finally evacuates the last one and jumps off it. Cat Noir's outstretched arms catch her and twirl her in a tight circle, finishing their dance with a downward dip as the helicopters explode behind the two. 

And we were dancing, dancing.

Panting slightly, they stare into each other's eyes, lost in their own world. Their breathing's grown heavy, more quicker than before they started. They're both sweating, but not from fatigue. Makwa's hand slowly travels across his body, her fingers tracing his shoulder down to his chest. She giggles when she feels his heart racing under his suit. 

Cat Noir's cheeks grow red at her sweet, sudden touch. He can't do anything but stare at her, wanting nothing more than to lean in and kiss those soft lips of hers. Right here, right now.

Like we're made of starlight.

"That was so much fun," Cat Noir breathes heavily.

Makwa gives him a genuine smile. "You know, you're right. It really was."

"You're an amazing dancer," he beams. 

"Heh. Looks like growing up mimicking Michael Jackson's dancing paid off," she laughs. 

Like we're made of starlight.

The urge to kiss her until she can't breathe is growing more intense, and he can't hold it back. A serious expression crosses his face as he leans his face closer to her.

Her eyes widen. What is he doing?

His hand gently caresses her cheek. He softly sighs. "You're so gorgeous, Berry Bear." 

Closing his eyes, he finally surrenders to his feelings. He tilts his head and leans in, expecting to feel her lips touch his-

"Quit it. Let's go," Makwa commands sternly to cover up the nervousness in her voice.

Her stomach churns with guilt. I let my guard too far down. I brought emotions like these into the mix. I can't be this reckless. I can't be this open with him. I need to stop. 

But it's so goddamn hard when he's the way he is.

Cat Noir's eyes flutter open. With a slightly disappointed look on his face, he nevertheless pulls her back up.