Miraculous Ladybug One Shots ♥

Story 1

PG-13 for Foul Language, Sexual content & Physical Attraction

Looking up to the sky full of stars, the dark night above, I sigh.

Out on my balcony, I look around the city full of lights.

The glimmering Eiffel Tower stands tall, catching my attention and I feel peaceful as I sigh and a smile forms onto my face in response.

Some hair strings, from my hair, fly around in the wind as I lean against the edge of the fence.

Closing my eyes, I listen to the wind and the chatter of the streets. Opening my eyes again, I sigh once more.

"Hello," A familiar voice sings.

I bounce up and turn around to see a glamorous Cat Noir. He's standing so tall with his clear smirky confident attitude showing in just the small glance I caught from him. His black suit shining in the dark night full of stars, standing on the other side of the patio, he leans against the railing that circules the balcony. He has his usual smirk hidden underneath his black mask and piercing green eyes.

In response from the surprise, shaking my head, I cross my arms.

"What are you doing here?"

"What... You're not happy to see me?" he pouts.

I shake my head again. He opens his arms for a hug, one hand is holding his stick and the other is holding a rose.

I shake my head.

"What are you doing here?" I ask again.

He doesn't answer but starts to walk toward me, inching closer and closer, his dedication to get to me confusing me. His smile is brighter than ever. Each step he takes, makes my breathing quicken. His seductive smile makes me shiver. He stops right in front of me. His body is barely an inch away. His recent figure by the other end of the balcony now stands right in front of me, hovering over me with his comfortable smile and his glimmers of eyes stare right down at me. Biting my lip, I stare at his mouth.

I want to jump on him! I think.

Why am I thinking about this! ?

No, no!

It's just his smile... I reassure myself.

I stare back into his big green eyes, away from his plump pink lips.

"What do you want?" I ask, tilting my head, trying to distract myself as I act unfazed by my recent impulsive thoughts.

"Nothing," he answers, smiling, "Here," he says, handing me the red rose. My gaze shifts from his shining eyes to the rose in his black claw-like hands. I don't answer, I just stare boringly at the rose, not taking him seriously.

His hand strokes the edge of my hair. Startled at his touch, my head bobs up away from the rose I questioned moments ago and looked up to him, shock clear in my gaze.

I look up at his eyes and just stand there as he gently begins to rub my hair with no hesitation, even with the clear unsure tension that stiffened my body in a matter of seconds. As he continues petting my blue- black hair, my eyes flutter close as I relax to the rhythm of his strokes and I lose my senses. I smile in response, feeling at ease.

I feel a pinch to my skull causing me to open my eyes and stop my smile.

"Sorry," he states, my shock slowly easing by his quick reassurance.

He moves his stick, looking down at it, it causes me to wonder what he's up to and I watch his fingers click a button onto the metal stick he uses so often to defend. Moving his stick away from his gaze, he moves it toward my face.