The beach was quiet. Ladybug guessed everyone was either spending time by one of the many on-site pools, or, possibly, still in bed. When she and Chat Noir had left that morning, Adrien and Kagami were nowhere to be seen, and, although she couldn't deny a hint of curiosity, the curtains still being drawn was an obvious answer to the question.

She got out of the area as quickly as possible, not wanting to be acquainted with the couple's behind-the-scenes activities. So, instead, she took Chat Noir's hand and led him in the direction of the beach.

It was a private bay—one only reachable by those staying at the hotel. A few couples were dotted on the sand, focused purely on their own activities and completely oblivious to those around them. Putting lotion on each other, playing in the sea, and some were battling each other in beach tennis or beach volleyball. Every activity added another layer of loneliness to her heart.

As though magicked out of thin air, Anthoney had appeared beside them, looking far too put together for this time in the morning. Once again, he was set on attending to their every whim. She was almost sure he had a tracker on her.

In a matter of seconds, he'd ushered them to a private cabana, complete with a king-sized day bed, a mini fridge, and a waiter on hand in case they wanted anything brought down from the snack bar.

"This is a little extravagant, don't you think?" Chat Noir moved around the covered area, messing with items before setting his bag down on a side table.

"Can't say I've ever been in a place like this before." She placed her own bag down on the bed and ran a hand over the grey Egyptian cotton towels, soft and luxurious under her fingertips.

A cough pulled her attention from the towels to her partner. "Would you mind..." He trailed off, holding up his sunscreen with a shy smile.

"Plagg didn't feel like helping this morning then?" She stepped forward, taking his incredibly expensive and highly recommended sunscreen from his hands and motioning him to turn around.

"Plagg never feels like helping."

The laugh was ripped from her throat as he crossed his arms over his body and pulled his tee up and over his head. Every muscle in his back tensed, rippling as he removed the item of clothing like a Magic Mike tribute act. All he needed was some music, and she'd be throwing euro bills at him in droves.

"I just need my back doing if that's okay?"

If that's okay? She felt like she'd just won the lottery.

She squeezed a healthy dollop of the lotion into her hands before rubbing them together and trying her hardest not to salivate. This was it! This was the moment she finally got to touch him, to feel his hot, masculine skin under her hands—flesh to flesh. She was almost giddy with excitement.

Her hands trembled as they reached up towards him, starting on his shoulders with circular, precise movements. After all, she didn't want to miss anywhere. She brushed her hands over his shoulders and down his biceps, feeling every delicious inch of toned, muscled man, her hands gliding effortlessly over his smooth skin thanks to the generous supply of lotion on her hands.

She wanted to reach forward and bite him. The need was scarily strong as she continued to work her way down and over his back.

As her hands worked his fine back, she noticed the string around his neck.

"You're wearing your Kwatagama," she said.

She felt him move an arm, guessing he was holding the charm in front of his body. "Yeah. I don't wear it often, but I don't know...something told me to wear it today."

She looked down to her chest, looking at the red charm resting in between her chest. "I know the feeling."

"Are you wearing yours?" Chat Noir asked.

"Yeah, same as you. I felt a need to wear it today." Her hands continued moving across his back, wondering if that was some sort of coincidence or it had more of a meaning.

A soft purr escaped his chest, and she couldn't help but smile. "Kitty likes a little petting, I see." Her voice came out husky, embarrassment blooming in her cheeks from the connotations. What the hell was wrong with her?

His purring only continued to intensify as she worked lower, but the most delectable sound came as she stroked her hands over his lower back. A soft, subtle groan fell from his lips, and everything inside her tinged like it was electrically charged. She slowed her hands down, working over each and every one of his tight muscles. She wasn't sure now if she was applying the lotion or attempting to give him a massage. Her thumbs worked along the creases and her palms spread whatever was left of the lotion.

"If you're not careful, I'm going to be asking for this daily." His teasing voice rumbled through his body, her hands feeling the pounding in her arms and the rumble from the increasing purr.

"Ask and you might just receive." They both paused, his purring coming to an abrupt halt as the effect of what she'd just said hit them both. She was flirting, and he'd already told her he was in love with someone else, but then he'd been flirting with her too. She was confused—slightly hopeful—and a complete mess.

"Right!" She coughed, pulling her hands away and clapping them together, only to spray some of the lotion from her hands and onto her face. "Ouch!"

He turned around quickly, catching her just as she closed one eye and turned herself into a cheap imitation of a pirate.

"Are you okay?" he asked with care. "What happened?" He reached out towards her, grabbing onto her wrists just as she stepped back towards the daybed.

"I just need a towel—" But before she could finish, her knees hit the back of the bed and sent her tumbling backwards, but not without reaching for something on her way down. As her luck would have it, that thing was the string on her partner's swim shorts.

Chat Noir came tumbling down with her, landing on top of her and pressing his weight on top of her, burying her into the mattress. He held himself up by his elbows, arms framed her face, as his nose brushed against hers. Their bodies stuck together in a lotioned up mess.

The necklaces they both adorned tangled around each other in a complex mess. Her hand reaching it, and attempting to separate them again.

"Sorry," she whispered, one eye still tightly closed and stinging. If she was trying to win him over with her sex appeal, it most definitely wasn't working. He wasn't the type to have a fetish for Long John Silver.

"Here." She watched him reach over, returning an instant later with a towel in hand. "Let me." His voice caressed her skin as he gently wiped the towel over her eye, delicate as though treating a small animal. She looked up at him. His face was so close, each hot breath touched her skin and sent shockwaves of desire down her spine.

"Any better?" His voice was husky and so undeniably sexy she had to control the sudden urge to lift up and kiss those plump, peach lips. They'd never looked this smooth and welcoming before–or had she never looked close enough.

"Much," she whispered back.

His tongue darted out and caused his lower lip to shimmer, his teeth dragging over the moisture and leaving white trails in its wake. She almost lost all sense of control as she noticed how perfectly straight his teeth were—and how unbelievably white.

She moved her eyes from his lips, finding the green orbs that always looked at her as though she was his everything, only to notice something different. Though the black mask stretched into its usual positioning, holding steady on his eyes, she could see the unusual flickers of a bright gold and a dark green. His eyes were his human ones, or at least she thought they were. She tried to think back to the times she'd seen him as Mister Bug, her memories attempting to recall his eyes to no avail.

"Your eyes are green." She sounded breathless as she spoke. The intense glare from the man above her knocked all the breath from her lungs.

His gaze was intense and burning with desire, one she was sure reflected in her own. Like the greatest structure's known to man, Chat Noir's face was sharp in the right places, with just a slight edge she wanted to run her fingers across and touch. He was divine and would be the perfect companion to have on her arm day in and day out.

The corners of his lips twitched. "They are. And yours make the Mediterranean look dull."

Once again, the word that left her mouth was nothing more than a mash up of vowels. Something that sounded incoherent but made him laugh all the more.

"Signore, I have a..." With a quick shove on his shoulders, Ladybug had pushed Chat Noir off her, sending him off the bed and into the ice bucket on the other side of the tent. Anthoney turned quickly on his heel, slamming his hands over his face and promptly walking head first into the pole holding up the cabana and almost knocking the frame over.

"Sorry, I'm so sorry!" Anthoney said, eyes still covered as he hovered on the outside of the cabana.

"It's okay," Chat Noir said, pushing himself back up onto his feet, her face wincing at the mess they'd suddenly made. "We weren't doing anything...yet!" He looked at her, his eyes dancing, and causing her own to roll.

She felt her cheeks bloom, the heat coming from her face more powerful than that from the sun. She stood up and fixed her bikini, pulling the bottoms from where they'd inserted themselves up into her butt. Men really didn't know this pain!

"I come back," Anthoney said, turning to walk away.

But Chat Noir was quick to move, calling him back and making his way to Anthoney's side. "It's okay," Chat Noir laughed. "I'm only joking! We keep that for our bedroom. So, how can we help you?"

"I have information." From around his back, Anthoney pulled out a vast array of flyers for different sports. One at the back promptly called out her name.

Jet Skiing.

She stepped forward, her finger pointing to the bright blue and yellow banner. Anthony quickly pulled it out and handed it to her.

"Ah, good choice." He clapped his hands together, a couple of flyers falling to the ground and scattering around.

Chat Noir bent down, collecting the others and handing them back over to Anthoney, holding one back that looked like a couple's beach massage. Would that really work with all the sand? "So, when can we do it?"

"Come. Come." Anthoney turned and walked down the beach, beckoning them to follow him.

"We'll be with you in just a minute," she said, placing the leaflet on the bed and grabbing Chat Noir's bicep. "Would you mind doing my back too?"

"Sure." He headed back to the side table and grabbed the lotion, placing a healthy amount in his hand and rubbing it over her back. His hands were soft and warm, and she wondered if he'd ever done a day's manual work in his life. There wasn't a single callus in sight. She closed her eyes, lulling herself into the moment and imagining more touching, but with a lot fewer restrictions.

"Done," Chat Noir exclaimed, wiping his hand on a towel. "Shall we, M'Lady?" He bowed down and indicated for her to follow Anthoney as he led them down the sand and towards the sea. Each step burned like she was stepping on hot coals. She pretended to curtsey before walking down the beach and attempting a hip swing from side to side.

She stopped at the water's edge. She knew people were staring at them...or, more to the point, him. He was dashing and she couldn't help the tiny bubble of something in her stomach as women glared over and looked at her partner as though he was another selection on the buffet breakfast.

"Would you like one jet ski, or two?" Anthoney asked, Ladybug unable to stop her jaw from dropping. Why all of a sudden were they letting them have their own? When she had tried, they had turned her away.

"One," Chat Noir answered, as she tried to make sense of what was happening. "My Bugaboo here is the driver." He looped an arm around her waist and pulled her in closer, her legs barely holding on as she stumbled into his body.

"Are you sure?" Ladybug said, her attention fighting hard to look at where his hand rested on her hip. She was sure it was double the size of her waist.

"Yeah, why not? You're the driving force of the team," he started before lowering his lips down to her ear. "And it'd be nice to stay close to you for a while."

A shiver ran down her spine before landing in her stomach like molten rock. Oh, man! She didn't know whether to believe him or call him out for bullshit. Crossing her arms under her chest, she quickly dropped them as soon as she realised she'd drawn attention to that specific area. Her bikini had been selected purely for her partner's liking, it was skimpy and sophisticated—chosen to gain attention—and something that the recently-arrived instructor seemed to really notice.

Now that look made her feel uncomfortable.

Quickly, she dropped her arms to the side and prayed that she hadn't drawn attention elsewhere on her body—not from this guy with the crazily bulging biceps, tattoos, and black, curly hair.

"Here," the instructor said. He stepped forward with a bright orange life vest in his arms and took most of her personal space. Lifting the vest and placing it over her head, his tanned, tattooed arms rippled with the excursion, and she couldn't lie—it was quite the sight. He wrapped the straps around her waist, clipping them at the side and tying the ends in a neat little bow. As he stepped back she couldn't help but catch how much he resembled Maui.

"Thank you."

He gave her a curt nod and she hoped she hid the disappointment of him not saying, or even better, singing 'you're welcome'.

"And this is for you." Maui pushed the second vest into Chat's chest with enough force to send the unsuspecting cat backwards a couple of steps. There was no help given there, and from the look on his face he seemed a little disappointed.

Maui turned and headed over towards one of the jet skis, messing around with the controls and twisting and turning himself through the safety checks as though he was posing for GQ magazine.

"I'm sorry. Obviously you're missing a couple of attributes he likes." She giggled at Chat Noir's face still showing complete disbelief.

She sauntered down the beach and into the shallow water of the sea, only to turn back and flutter her eyelashes at her partner. After a few moments, Chat Noir pulled himself together and headed his way down to the beach.

"He just blatantly ignored me! Like, I could have been naked and he wouldn't have cared." Chat Noir made his way down beside her as they walked out into the sea towards their jet ski.

She was certain he would have noticed because Chat Noir's body was by far the nicest on the beach...not that she was going to tell him that.