Ladybug had always wondered how a single moment can be so embarrassing you would be surprised your head hasn't exploded, or worse? Like someone had posted a picture of that moment on social media and now everyone knew what a colossal idiot you really were?

"I didn't mean to...you know..."

Chat Noir definitely did know because, let's face it, there was no way he couldn't know. If it wasn't for the unfortunate...groping...the fact she was about a thousand degrees warmer than the sun would one hundred percent give her away.

"Don't worry, it was just an accident. I know you didn't mean to..."

They were lying side by side in the huge bed which seemed surprisingly small with his large frame beside her. It was meant to be simple. They'd had a lovely evening at the restaurant, eating, laughing, talking, and genuinely having fun together. Then he walked her home like the gentleman he was, and then everything seemed to go from bad to worse.

It started simple. They walked into their villa, she asked if he wanted a drink (water—no ice) and did herself the same. They joked about what hard drinkers they were, sharing such a pathetic laugh together, before moving up to the bedroom. Where everything started to go terribly wrong...

"Shall I get changed here? Or would you prefer it if I went into the bathroom?"

Ladybug looked up from where she was sorting through her pyjamas and studied her partner's face. Was he blushing?

"It depends what you're getting changed into?" she said with a fake laugh. Was that supposed to be a joke? That was such a pathetic attempt. Seriously, what was she thinking?

"Um...just my shorts...if that's okay. I don't tend to sleep in anything else. I get pretty hot, being a cat and all."

Hot, he most certainly was.

"Oh, perhaps you should go into the bathroom then. I don't want you to feel like I'm perving on you and your hot body - I mean, cold body! No, warm—just your body!"

She just could not control herself. He'd looked delicious tonight, and she'd just wanted to eat him instead of her main course. He was wearing the hell out of a jeans and shirt combo. The jeans groped him in a way she wished she could, and his shirt suffocated his biceps, making them look like pure manly meat!

Over the years, it seemed he'd found protein and the gym because, man, those muscles were defined. But the most wonderful part of his attire was the two buttons he'd left open at the top of his shirt, teasing her, and showing off a triangle of golden skin. He was certainly sending her off the straight and narrow of platonic partners into the deep ocean of lust. She was growing more and more needy by the second...and now she had to share a bed with him, and possibly kiss the tanned triangle still staring at her.

Down, Marinette!

"I'll be right back." Her partner turned and strode out of the room, leaving her alone with her less than holy thoughts. She was going to hell!

As the door closed behind him, she collapsed on the bed with a rather hearty sigh. "Okay," she muttered to herself. "This is all going to be o-kay!"

Suddenly realising her clean pyjamas were in her hand (she wasn't going to wear last night's monstrosity), she looked down to give them a once over, which quickly turned into a second, third, and fourth. Her pyjamas were nothing more than a skimpy, silky vest and lace-trimmed shorts. Not only was she going to look like she was trying exceptionally hard to entice him, she was also going to slide across the bed.

"Spots off!" Cupping her hands in front of her, she caught Tikki as the kwami fell into the palms of her hands.

"How's it going?" Tikki asked. Marinette was unsure whether she was being sarcastic or genuinely curious.

"My nightwear!" Marinette stated, indicating the bundle of material in her lap.

"What about it?" Tikki swirled around and landed next to a light pink shorts and cami combo, both edged in an intricate white lace. "This one's lovely."

Marinette shook her head so hard she almost passed out. "Don't you think he might be a little uncomfortable with me sleeping in something so...I don't know...Victoria's Secret-like?"

"Oh, come on, Marinette. He's an adult male. It's a dream for someone his age to sleep with such a beautiful woman wearing such little clothing."

"You're not helping," Marinette hissed. Her little traitor of a friend instead started laughing.

"If you want to win him back, this is definitely a good start."

Marinette rolled her eyes, picking up the pink pyjamas and holding them out in front of her. They were cute, that's for sure. But they were also very...she wouldn't say sexual, but they were most definitely pleasing to the eye.

"I'm coming back in." The sound of her partner's voice made every hair on the back of her neck stand to attention.

"Tikki, spots on. Power down." She transformed, powering down and leaving her in her dress once again. She grabbed the pyjamas, and her phone, then stood straight. All she needed to do was turn around and swap places with him.

Here she goes. Simple. Turn and walk. Turn and walk. Turn and...

As she swivelled on the balls of her feet, she wasn't entirely sure of the words that left her mouth. That's if they were indeed words. She wouldn't be surprised if most people called the noise unintelligible seal sounds.

If the shirt and jeans combo were mouthwatering, then she had no idea what she would call this. He was topless, bare chest out once again as though he was trying to short-circuit her brain. But to make it worse, the black basketball shorts he wore were low on the waist, revealing the path to Wonderland, as his sharp pelvic bones stretched up and over his hips. This was seriously unfair to all other men in the universe. There was no way Adrien could match this, not even with his recent gym regime and protein shakes—not that she had seen Adrien's body, but there was no way he could match a superhero.

Chat Noir was every inch the most desirable curvature of perfection she'd ever seen. The coy, shy smile on his face only made him all the more lust-worthy. Did he not know how inhumanly gorgeous he was?

"I'm just going to..." She stepped forward, clutching her nightwear to her chest and in a hope of diverting her eyes from his pecs. It seemed though, her feet were quite happy with the sight and didn't want to move. Her body lunged forward, the rest of her body refusing to co-ordinate, ending up with a full body slam into his chest.

As her hands came down on him, she couldn't help but feel the zap of electricity, almost to a point where she could have singly blown up the national grid.

"Phroar!" Her cheeks went nuclear as she turned and bolted for the bathroom door, slamming it closed behind her and praying she would disappear into a black hole—sucked into space never to return.

What the hell is wrong with me?

She scampered over to the vanity, attempting to slam her hands down onto the sink. Instead, she sent her phone flying into the toilet and knocking over her deodorant can. Scrambling to get her phone out, she noticed the screen had gone an odd shade of purple, and not one button she pressed could save it.

"Are you okay?" Chat Noir's voice sounded through the door.

"Never better," she mumbled to herself, straightening the bottles before calling out to her partner. "Yes, just a little accident. It's all okay."

But it wasn't. Nothing was okay, and the more she tried to make it okay, the worse things were getting. Why was it that as soon as a guy she liked came into range she was a walking disaster? She never had this issue with Luka...but she supposed that was an answer in itself.

Grabbing a makeup wipe from her bag, she aggressively wiped over her face and cleared the top layer off of her skin. If she was going to be blushing all night, she may as well try and disguise it as a deep exfoliation.

With hesitation, she stripped down to her underwear before making the big change to her nightwear. Why the hell did she allow Alya to help her pack? If it had been up to her, the air conditioning in the villa would have been whacked up to max and she'd be dossing around in her thermals—woolly socks and all. Now that was a sexy vision!

Quick, precise yanks to her hair were the next port of call, brushing through the long strands with enough force to pull her hair from her head.

"This..." Yank. "is all..." Yank. "Alya's..." Yank. "Fault!"

Slamming the hairbrush down on the vanity, she gave herself one last check over before beginning her evacuation of the bathroom. She looked good, she couldn't deny it, but it was all in vain because he wasn't interested in her anymore. Miss goody two-shoes with the perfect hair, and a bright smile was all he wanted now. Not a polka-dotted idiot.

Stepping out of the bathroom with a sashay of her hips, Ladybug headed to the bed where Chat Noir was looking at his phone and pulled the covers back, set on stepping in with allure and mystery, only to have the sudden realisation that her bed was more like an ice rink.

She slid across, executing a perfect, unintentional pencil roll, and landed directly in the space next to Chat Noir, her hand reaching out to stabilise herself—and touching something she was quite sure she shouldn't have.

With a yelp, she darted away, flinging herself towards the edge of the bed, only to have something grab hold of her shorts waistband before she fell out—accidentally revealing something she wasn't ready to share. Karma for her unintended grope!

"Are you okay?"

Ladybug felt herself being pulled backwards, her body slowly becoming one with the bed again. Her cheeks heated up, the shame becoming evident to everyone in the room.

She lay on her back, her arms crossed over the top of the duvet as she tried to hide some of the humiliation she felt.

"I...um...I didn't mean to...you know."

A soft chuckle sounded from the other side of the bed, before the obvious signs of him moving around. "Don't worry. I know it was an accident, however if that is what you wanted, all you had to do was ask."

She threw the blanket over her head in complete mortification. Oh, Lordy, Lord! This was a bad idea. A really, really bad idea!

"Sorry. Bad joke!" he said, his voice a little quieter than usual. "Shall I turn out the lights?"

Pitch darkness sounded like heaven. Maybe if he couldn't see her, she could just imagine she wasn't there and that she wasn't being a pervert of the highest order.

"Yes," she whispered, feeling an instant sense of relief as she heard the snap of the switch.

Like a snail appearing from its shell, she slowly pulled the cover from over her head, emerging from the safety of the duvet cocoon into the dark expanse of their bedroom.

"So...goodnight then." Her words absorbed into the darkness and left something lingering between them. What did you do when you were sharing a bed with your perfectly platonic, yet totally hunky, superhero partner? She was almost certain Google couldn't help her on this one.

"Goodnight, Bug."

Taking those words as the finality of the day, Ladybug twisted around to face the wall, moving into her usual foetal position, ready to sleep, and the most ironic thing happened. He moved into the same position, too.

Chat Noir's tush stuck out at the exact moment hers did. The two bottoms collided like a wrecking ball, sending her almost out of the bed for the second time that night. Bumping uglies indeed!

Ladybug found herself moving closer and closer to the edge, her silky pyjamas once again doing her wrong and making the bed feel more like a water slide and less like a place she wanted to sleep.

Her feet hit the cold, marble floor before she used it like a springboard to vault herself back into the bed. How was she ever going to sleep?

"Sorry...again." Chat Noir whispered through the darkness.

"No, no! It was my fault too, I'm just not used to sharing a bed with anyone."

A velvety chuckle sounded through the room. "Tell me about it."

Those four little words flickered a flame in her stomach. Regardless of what the media said about him, he really was wholesome and pure. She couldn't help but wonder how much of his personality was true, and how much was an act. After all, she knew exactly what it was like to try and have two different variations of yourself.

"Goodnight then, I guess," he said, slowly moving around in their bed.

"Goodnight, Kitty Cat."

Through the darkness, Ladybug tried to concentrate on the wall in front of her, the thought of sleep becoming more and more elusive by the minute. Closing her eyes, she tried to wind her mind down, to focus on relaxing and not the powerhouse of a man behind her. She'd come here to recharge, then start anew when she went back to Paris, so that was what she would do.

Her mind began to slow, sleep clouding her thoughts and growing ever nearer. This was it. She was warm and comfy, and...

The sudden jump of her partner almost sent her sailing from the bed for the third time that night.

"Sorry," he groggily said again. "That happens sometimes."

She was now certain she wouldn't be getting any sleep tonight.