'Don't be amused, it's just the news. Paris is seeing some unusual weather activity moving in from the South bringing with it thunderstorms and a high volume of rainfall. Unless travel is essential we advise you to stay at home for the remainder of the evening.'

Group Chat: 404!

Nino: Dude? Are you okay man? I've heard about the hurricane warnings.

Adrien: All safe here. They've convinced us to move out of the city as a precaution.

Nino: Shame you couldn't have come back to Paris, mate. We're all going to be worried about you.

Adrien: I'm safe, don't worry.

Nino: Although, we've got kind of a storm here too. We think the thunder is going to take out the electricity so if we stop speaking you know why.

Marinette: The power has just gone out in my apartment.

Adrien: Is anyone with you? Keep your doors locked, M.

Alya: Do you need us to come over? Or do you want to come over to ours?

Adrien: It might be better if you do, no being stubborn Miss Dupain-Cheng.

Marinette: I'm fine. I'm not alone. Plus I'm a big girl; I can look after myself

Alya: Oh, really now? Is this your 'special friend'?

Adrien: Special friend?

Marinette: I'll check in every hour, but I'm safe. I have the latest issue of 'The Vixen's Voice' to keep us entertained.

Adrien: Don't think I didn't notice that dodge of the question, but I need to go. I'll be checking the clock every hour.

Nino: Dude, you're starting to sound like her dad 😄

Alya: Okay everyone, check in on the hour every hour. Adrien stay out of the hurricane. Marinette keep your doors locked and Nino hurry up in the bathroom; I need a wee.

"I've used all the candles I've got and put them in the bedroom. I thought maybe we could use this room as our base."

Chat Noir placed his phone into the drawer on 'his' side of the bed. He'd only stayed over for two nights in the past two months, and this whole side of the bed decision was not done yet. It was still being discussed who would claim which, and he was quite sure she was going to be stubborn and make sure she got her own way, so he'd resided himself to the left - for now.

"If we need anything to eat or drink, I'll go get it, bonus of having night vision." He pointed finger guns at her as he crossed one ankle over the other.

"I've already given the kwamis free range in the refrigerator. May as well not let all the food go to waste."

"You do realise they'll eat everything M'Lady," he laughed, only her smile to light the room brighter than any candles.

The thunder roared again outside as the rain picked up its momentum. It was going to be a rough night. Ladybug walked around to climb onto the space next to him on the bed, her body shuffling awfully close and sending his heart on a one way trip to the moon. She lay her head on his shoulder and he couldn't help the purr rumble through his chest.

"Is Kitty relaxed?" she asked, her voice echoing his purr.

"Nowhere else I'd rather be M'Lady." He turned his head to place a kiss in her hair, a giggle leaving her lips.

"Are you sure you don't mind me staying for a few days?" Chat asked, his arm looping around Ladybug's shoulder as the other reached for her hand, his own fingers playing with hers. "I know we haven't exactly spent the night together yet."

"It's your home more than mine, Chaton, and you're my husband." she laughed, "of course it's fine."

"I know, but we're still in our 'trial period'." He used his fingers to create air quotes around the words, " I don't want to make you uncomfortable or scare you away."

"Why do you snore loudly?"

"I have no idea, apart from you, I've never shared a bed with anyone," he responded, looking down at her with a smile on his face. "Well, you and a cheese gremlin."

"I hope Plagg can't hear you," she smiled, threading her fingers through his, his heart jumping with the sudden display of affection.

After the whole arcade incident she had been putting in a whole lot of effort. The early morning texts, late night texts, the gifts, and then after the night he'd spent looking after her she upped the ante once more.

He didn't want to put too much pressure on it too soon but he really thought this was good. That this was actually going to work. He just needed to get his father's retrial out the way and they could finally reveal and start the family he always wanted, with the woman he always wanted.

"I'll let you know in the morning," she giggled with a sigh.

Suddenly, she shot up and made her way over to her dresser. "Look at this." She held 'The Vixen's Voice' Magazine up in front of Chat waving it around; Ryûko and Viperion's faces starting back at him from the front cover.

"Alya's magazine? Wait? Are we in it again? I swear if she's written another list of my 'worst puns' I'm going to have to pay her a visit."

"No, Chaton, you're safe." she laughed, flicking through the magazine. "You should read this though."

He looked over her shoulder and read the title of the article, slotting his arm over her shoulders to hold her

Creating the perfect love nest.

Pros and cons for moving in with your other half.

"It's an article about moving it with your partner, there's some great things here. Like, it says we should both have our own space to help the transition of living with each other," she explained.

"Well considering I'm not here most of the time, I think we have that one sorted."

"It doesn't mean like that, Kitty."

"Fine," he sighed, unhooking his arm and moving back to his bedside table, pulling it open and grabbing out his phone.

"What are you doing?" she laughed.

"Ordering you your very own cage. I wonder if I can get one on Prime."

"Chat," she whined, rolling her eyes.

"I'll make it a big one, fill it with some plants for you. Tell me your favourite, Ladybug, I need to make sure you're comfortable."

She rolled up the magazine and smacked him in the chest.

"Come on, there's nothing else to do until the power comes on. Amuse me," she begged.

"Well, there is something else we could do." He wiggled his eyebrows as he took the magazine out of her hands and opened it up again, turning the pages to try and find the article. "Okay, here we go, 'once you move in expect to find out you don't know each other as well as you think'. Come on then Lovebug, tell me something I don't know."

"Um - what kind of thing do you want to know?"

"Have you ever done anything you're not proud of? Like, I don't know, broken the law?"

She burst out laughing. "We wrecked Paris on a daily basis for years, of course I have. I'm pretty sure we both have."

"Okay," he smiled, "you're right there. But how about out of supersuit. Have you ever done something a little bit naughty?"

"I've done you, does that count?"

"Sometimes I'm not sure if you actually like me. But you've deflected my question so..." he trailed off before sitting up and crossing his legs underneath him, waiting for her to speak, and from the look on her face he was going to enjoy this.

•••••

Had she ever broken the law? If stealing someone's phone counts, then yes? But did she really want to tell her husband about her obsessive past when it came to the boy she used to love?

"Oh my God, you have!"

Her face must have given it away and now Chat looked like he was going to explode with excitement.

"I'm not proud of it. But the boy I used to be in love with, I...may havestolenhisphone."

"You little thief! Oh, this is too good. The great Ladybug is nothing more than a common criminal."

"I gave it back," she said, mortified that he was enjoying this. "What about you? You look like you might have done some questionable things in your teen years?"

"The most I've done is sneak out the house, multiple times, oh and I've swapped places with my cousin a few times too; one of the times almost ended the world, but we don't want to talk about that."

"You're very dramatic, Chaton."

"Yeah, dramatic." Chat's laugh came out strained and she wasn't sure whether to believe it or not.

"So you have a cousin?"

"Kind of, well, yeah I suppose."

"How can you suppose?" she queried, eyebrows creasing as she tried to make sense of that.

"It's a long story." He clapped his paws together and rubbed them. "Okay what's next?"

She looked at him curiously before turning her attention back to the magazine, obviously he didn't want to talk about it right now...and obviously she will be questioning him again in the future.

"'Just because you moved in don't expect his stuff to move out.' Apparently guys don't like changing anything when a woman moves in."

"That's not true." He announced, both of them looking around the room. It was obvious that Chat Noir's room was still the 12 year olds room from when he was last here, the poster of Jennifer Lawrence a telltale sign that this was still his childhood room. "Well, maybe it is a little."

"I've been here, what? Two months now? And I still feel like an intruder in your house, like I'm in a safe house or something hiding from the world." She moved on the bed, turning to face him, sitting on her knees and crossing her arms.

"This home is yours as well as mine, you know that."

"But it doesn't feel like it, Minou. I'm still living out of boxes, I have things here, there and everywhere, and I'm only going to be able to carry on much longer without an office. I just don't feel like this is my home."

He looked at her, his jaw clenched and she was worried he was going to start an argument with her. If it wasn't for the mask, this would have gone to the grave with her, because there was no way she would be confident enough to broach this subject as Marinette. She bit down on her lower lip, a slight panic that maybe she should have kept this to herself; turning her head away, she felt a prang in her chest that this was the end.

"So, where do you want to start?"

"Excuse me?"

"Where do you want to start?" he asked again. "How can we make this more your home as well as mine? How can we make this ours?" he asked, his voice nonchalant and matter of fact. It hadn't seemed to have phased him at all.

"Well, maybe we could start unpacking more of my boxes? I mean we've covered the lounge and kitchen, but I still have my clothes, and my work supplies to house. I know it's going to make me sound weird but until I have a work space sorted, I won't feel like I'm at home."

He stood up from where he was sitting on the bed, stretching a hand out towards her the way he had time and time again. The telltale sign that he was there supporting her, giving her whatever she needed.

"Well, let's get that sorted then."

"I can't see, Kitty," she giggled, standing up her hand in Chat Noir's. He bent down and scooped her over his shoulder, leading her towards the doorway and out into the hall as she squealed in a mixture of fear and delight.

"Kwamis?" Chat called out, "can you rearrange the candles around the apartment please? There's more in the wardrobe if you need them. Let's light this place up."

The noises of the kwamis chattering echoed in her ears and she was sure they were having the time of their lives. Each grabbing a candle and positioning them in a path directing the heroes to different parts of the apartment.

"We'll sort out the boxes and then see how much charge is left on my laptop, maybe we can watch something I have downloaded. I've brought some of your favourite snacks so we can munch on them," Chat continued.

"Oh my goodness, you managed to get me some Malted Milk Balls?"

Chat froze on the spot, slowly lowering her down onto the ground and looking into her eyes. "Malted Milk Balls? I thought your favourite snack was chocolate covered raisins?"

"Oh?" She looked at him quizzically, before turning and continuing to where she thought he was taking her, to the small bedroom, or office.

She had dropped her supply boxes in there, along with her CD's; after all, if this is where she was going to be working, she would need to have her music with her to keep her motivated.

Chat Noir appeared not too long after, his head down and eyebrows creased. "Are you okay?" she asked, watching as his head shot up to face hers.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He faked a smile once more and headed towards the boxes, the kwamis bringing in a large amount of candles to light up the room. If they weren't on a mission to sort this place out she was quite sure she would be thinking this was very romantic.

They worked in moderate silence, grabbing out her materials and sewing supplies, placing them about the room exactly where she directed. She was currently sorting out her fabrics into colour and size order; making sure she could access what she wanted when she wanted.

"I didn't know you were so into fashion," he said as he positioned the sewing machine on a table top, and tucked the plug down the back.

"Oh yeah, it's kind of been a hobby of sorts since I was five."

"Oh okay, I'm not a big fan myself. The whole thing is presumptuous, and egotistical. The designers are the worst, especially those who tend to design and create for the more famous clients. At least it's just a hobby for you though, I'd hate for you to be sucked down that rabbit hole." he laughed, Ladybug freezing from his little rant. Now this was a turn out for the books.

"I - I actually...I really like fashion and design." She couldn't understand what the fashion world had done to him? Never in her life had she ever heard him sound so... harsh! Maybe she didn't know him as well as she thought?

"And that's fine. I'm sure there's things of mine you don't like?"

She turned to look at him, crossing her arms over her chest. "Okay, well if you must know, there is something. Your anime."

"What about it?"

"There's a fine line between anime and porn, Kitty, and some of your movies are just animated porn. Now if you excuse me," she turned her back on him and began to walk towards the door, "I'm going to see if I have any Malted Milk Balls left to snack on, whilst reading what's new in the fashion world."

"What? Like pretentious models in colourful bin liners?"

She gasped, turning around to face him, "Meow-ch, Kitty. I feel like I don't know you at all."

•••••

Chat Noir watched her walk out the room, wondering how he could salvage what he just said. Was she actually taking this whole magazine thing seriously? He walked over to the desk and picked up the cursed object; skimming through some of the pages.

"Thanks, Alya," he said, tossing the magazine back onto the desk and pursuing his lips. The thunder and rain began to pelt down a little more outside, and he stood waiting for the next lightning bolt before doing the childhood thing of counting how long it took for the thunder to join in. The gap was quite large, meaning the main storm wasn't over them yet.

Finally realising he'd wasted enough time in the office, he headed back out to find his Lady.

"LB?" he called out into the hallway, only for no answer to sound. "LB?" he tried again.

"I'm in the kitchen," she shouted back, "enjoying my favourite snack."

He walked into the kitchen to find her perched on a stool, eating her Malted Milk Balls. How had he got that one so wrong? They sat in silence, every now and then looking at each other before Ladybug let out a sigh, pushing her packet of sweet treats away from her.

"Okay," she began, "chocolate covered raisins were my favourite last Christmas." She rolled her eyes as a smile stretched over his face, he did know her; that little trickster. "I only found out about the Malted Milk Balls a couple of months ago when I was visiting a friend in the States, and you hadn't asked me since, so you wouldn't know."

He crossed his arms, placing them on the kitchen counter, leaning in towards her and raising one eyebrow. "And?" he queried, this wasn't over yet, he could see words wanting to escape from the tip of her tongue.

"And, I know it's silly, but I'm just worried, that's all. The article just shows we're maybe not as well suited as I - we - thought."

"Well, what does Miss Vixen say about fixing this? Or does it just try to stir up more problems?"

Ladybug jumped down off the stool and made her way back to the office and obviously back to get the magazine. A couple of seconds later, he heard her voice before he saw her.

"It says," she started to say, scooting up next to Chat and placing the magazine between them, "we should concentrate on communicating openly, compromising and focusing on each other."

"Hummm." Chat dragged the article forward, positioning it under his paw. "Doesn't it just say that we should go to bed and you know?" He wiggled his eyebrows at her, causing her to roll the magazine up, once again, and smack him in the arm.

"Hey, M'Lady, don't you think you've already injured me enough?"

"Please, don't mention it, I still feel so guilty." She buried her head in her hands, the mortification from their first 'official' date still an open wound.

"I'm fine, it's been two weeks and everything's healed." He held up his hands and wiggled his fingers showing each of them moved perfectly; he'd only had to miss one game of the season, or so he'd told her. Even his 'Little Kitty' was fine. "You're overthinking again, Bugaboo." He picked up her hand from the table and pressed a delicate kiss to her knuckles.

He heard her breath hitch, slowly lowering her hand back down onto the counter, his eyes blazing into hers, not being able to ignore they'd turned serial killer black. He watched as she swallowed, the need to lick both his lips, and hers, becoming overpowering.

Although Chat was trying his hardest to keep level headed and not push Ladybug into anything she didn't want to do, the moment she brought her tongue out to lick her own bottom lip, her top teeth following by grating across the surface, he was a goner, his head moving towards her like a magnet attracted to it's polar connection.

They were close, so close, he could feel her breath hitting his face, the chocolate smell from her Malted Milk Balls tickling his nose, and making him slightly hungry; what for though he was still undecided. He licked his own lips, heading closer and closer, his eyes closing in preparation of the kiss when her head moved backwards away from his. The warm air disappeared along with her sweet, sugary smell, leaving nothing but disappointment in its wake.

Well that was awkward.

"I need to finish boxes my unpacking. I mean - pack my boxes. NO! Move out...in, finish moving in. Excuse me." He opened his eyes just in time to see her scurrying away from him, the back of her head disappearing into the office.

•••••

Ladybug walked into the office and backed herself against the wall. She'd almost kissed him again. She wanted to kiss him. But something was stopping her. Once again, something was restricting her from pushing forward and she didn't know what it was. Shaking her head she tried to keep her mind off how wonderful he smelt, how much she loved playing around with him, and him teasing her. She loved how he challenged her and pushed her, not giving a damn about her mood swings, her erratic personality, and her life threatening clumsiness.

He was just so wonderful, so why couldn't she just go out there kiss him and let him know she loved him.

She loved him! The realisation smacked her around the face like a wet fish, waking her up to her reality. Why was she still holding back? She looked down, the automatic reaction to reach for her wedding ring.

She loved him. She really loved him.

The way he was the perfect Cat Walker, the way her parents had taken a shine to him wanting to keep him under their wing, the way he brushed off all the first date injuries as just crazy accidents. In addition to the night he stayed with her when she had bad period pains...how could she not love him. She just needed to get her act together and take the poor guy out of his misery, because he deserved her affection dammit.

Sighing, she pushed herself from the wall and carried on unpacking; her mind thinking of ways of admitting or at least showing Chat Noir that she wanted to not only kiss him but be with him forever.

Thirty minutes later she was complete. The office looked great and all her supplies were away and in a new home. Who cared that Chat didn't feel the same way about fashion as she did? At the end of the day they didn't have to like everything the other one liked, they were allowed their differences, and she was sure 'The Vixen's Voice' magazine would agree with that too.

A sudden flickering overhead signalled the return of the lights, Ladybug sighing with relief as she headed out into the hallway, and spotted a long white line down the middle of the apartment.

What the hell?

"What's going on?" She looked to where the line started and ended, a clear cut down the centre.

Chat appeared holding the magazine and walking towards the line. "'When moving in, be ready for him to unpack this little secret. He wants his own space.' It's in the magazine it must be true. So you stay on your side of the line, and I'll stay on mine."

"But you have the kitchen on your side!" she exclaimed. This did not seem fair.

"Don't worry, I'll throw you over some chocolate covered raisins."

He walked over into the kitchen, grabbed the bag and tossed them back, before adding, "Oh, and just so you know, if you cross this line your admitting the article is stupid."

Ladybug watched him walk to the sofa and sit down, turning the tv on and settling down in front of one of his animes. Oh, if that's how it's going to be, game on. She stormed her way back to the bedroom just as Chat Noir increased the volume on the film. She truly wished at that moment that the power would cut once more.

Closing the door to the bedroom she called off her transformation, thinking of how she was going to win this war. Looking around the bedroom, her Marinette vision was in full form, her eyes flickering object to object, until...

Oh yes, he was going to pay!

•••••

He hated that stupid magazine! As he continued to look through the article, the more it didn't make sense. Men do this, make sure you're man's doing that...blah, blah, blah. Did she not understand that some men actually did everything she was whining about? Or even better if the womanasked, then they'd do it! No questions asked. He made a mental note to contact Nino, obviously his dude was doing something wrong.

"Now, the powers back on, I think I'm just going to leave you to your little show and crash for the night. Enjoy sleeping on the couch."

Oh, she was back. Yes she might have the bed, but he had the kitchen and the lounge. He hadn't really considered if he needed the toilet; but their balcony was private.

"Well, if that's what you -" He turned on the sofa to look over the back only to be hit with a view that made his mouth water. There she was, his wife, in her blonde wig, sunglasses and his tee, her bare leg up against the wall as she ran her hand up and down it putting moisturiser on.

Oh, she was good. So...damn...good!

He coughed, bringing his voice back to a normal tone, not that of a squeaky school boy. "As I was saying," okay, maybe that was a little too deep, he lightened it up a little, "if that's what you want to do, feel free. I've got the tv back now, so I'm sort-"

The television flickered off, as did the lights, once again plummeting the apartment into pitch blackness. Thank God he was still transformed, allowing him to see everything, including Ladybug falling forward from the shock and headbutting the wall. She hissed in a breath and he decided enough was enough.

"Dammit, I've dropped moisturiser over my blanket."

He couldn't help but laugh at her clumsiness, just another adorable attribute of his little Ladybug; it being even more adorable that she hurt herself not him.

"Ok, Lovebug, you win! To bed we go." Standing up, he walked over to Ladybug and steadied her on her feet guiding her to the bedroom before signalling the kwamis to go and diffuse the candles still alight around the apartment.

"I knew I would win," she said, Chat lowering her onto the bed before calling off his own transformation and putting on his wig. He moved to the chest of drawers finding his PJ bottoms and changing out of his day clothing, his nerves finally kicking up a notch as he headed over towards the bed. This was a big moment. The first time they'd shared a bed since they'd gotten married just over two months ago. He wished he could thank the weather, because Mother Nature had definitely helped a bro out.

"Yes, you won" he said, pulling out his normal phone to check how his friends were doing; all were accounted for and safe. He quickly typed out a goodnight, before turning back to the matter at hand. Sleeping in bed with his wife.

"Tell me something about yourself?" he asked, the moment reminiscent of his trip home a month ago.

"What do you want to know Kitty?" She once again snuggled into him, this time she pushed her back against his front allowing him to place an arm across her waist as he spooned her from behind.

"About your childhood, before all of this magic stuff."

"Hum...there is this one memory; it always makes me smile on days when I'm feeling down. My Nonna came to visit, she lives in Italy so I don't get to see her as much as I'd like to."

"What is she like?" he asked, his body sinking into the mattress as she continued to talk. He felt so relaxed and warm.

"You'll love her when you finally meet. She's very much your type of person; loving, full of life...she's wonderful."

"I can't wait to meet her then." He kissed her neck, a soft sigh leaving her lips.

"My Maman and Papa work long hours and don't get much time off work. So, during one holiday they decided to ask my Nonna to come and spend some time with me. Anyway, she took me to this travelling fair on the first day of my summer holidays from school, I think I was about six or seven at the time, and she took me on the rides."

"Those fairs aren't very safe, you know."

"First hand experience over here, Kitty Cat."

"Oh no!" He chuckled.

"Oh yes!" She grabbed his hand and rubbed it over her wrist. "Can you feel that lump there?"

"Yeah, what is that? It feels kind of gross."

She laughed, turning in the bed to face him. "Nonna thought it would be fun to go on the bumper cars, my broken wrist didn't agree."

"Ouch."

"I know! I hit a car, and in my accident prone way it threw me over the side just as my Nonna turned the wheel to try and get out of the way. I was in the hospital for three days and a cast for the rest of my holiday." She shuffled in closer towards him, his heart racing at the sudden need for contact.

"I'm sorry."

"If it's any consolation, my cast was pink and all my friends wrote and drew some nice things on it. There might have even been a cat."

He could tell she was smiling, the smell of her moisturiser insulting his nostrils and making him feel so deeply involved in this he knew he could never escape. He just wished he had the guts to take the lead - to kiss her.

"I would have written the best message ever on there, complete with a bouquet of roses."

She giggled once more, pushing her hand up and down his chest. "I'm sure you would have. But listen, it's me, so I can pretty much guarantee an opportunity in the future. However, more importantly, what do I get as a prize? You know, for making you cross the line," she asked.

He thought he was going to spontaneously combust. This was the most incredible moment of his life, that he could remember anyway. He stretched an arm out under her neck as her hand stretched up to reach his, threading their fingers together and snuggling closer.

He needed to play this cool. Just because his Lady was in bed with him, snuggled up, that didn't mean anything. They'd snuggled many times over the years, he just needed to play it cool and pray his heart didn't burst out of his chest.

"What would M'Lady want for her prize?" he asked quietly, the silence in the room deafening.

"A kiss," she whispered, moving to position her hands on his chest supporting herself, her lips only a hairline away from his.

Instead of responding, he cupped the back of her head, mindful of the wig and pulled her to him, it was time he took action. She'd just given him a very clear sign to do what he was fantasising about doing. His lips matching the lightning bolt outside, as a thunderous rumble left his throat, the electricity of their movements brighter than any flash into their room.

As the rain continued to beat down against the window pane, Paris still absorbed in darkness, Chat Noir and Ladybug kissed like it was the end of the world, savouring the delightful tastes and swallowing the alluring sounds of one another as they made out in their bed for the first time as a married couple.