![]() “U-Ummmm,” she stammered, rubbing her reddened cheeks. He was afraid she might spontaneously combust. “Have you ever… thought about… making out… with me?” “I just told you I have,” he said, twisting his clawed fingers in a tight grip. “Uhhh… I mean, of course I have, hahaha!” She bit her lip, tucking her hair behind her ear. ![]() Then she snapped out of it, patting the air dismissively. Ladybug’s face glowed like a traffic light as she gave him a deer-in-the-headlights look. “You’ve… thought about making out, right?” He waved his hands in the air, distressed, but then shrank back into himself. “Well, no, but I’ve thought about it a lot!” Chat said, feeling a rush of heat cover his face. “You haven’t made out, either!” Ladybug said, her voice high-pitched with outrage as she pointed the offending finger at him. Apparently her never making out was that finger. He was holding up three fingers in this round. So far, they’d played a few rounds of this game, asking questions like never have I ever played hooky from school or work (he hadn’t intentionally outside of akumas, she had) never have I ever rode a motorcycle (he hadn't, she had while battling Feast) never have I ever lost a bet (of course they both had) never have I ever went skinny dipping (neither of them had) and never have I ever broken a bone (he never had she’d broken her thumb once when she was ten). ![]() ![]() They were playing Never Have I Ever while seated on top of the Eiffel Tower after patrol, and Chat was absolutely floored by all the things he’d never done. “Wait, you’ve never made out?” Chat asked incredulously, staring at his eighteen-year-old superhero partner as she didn’t put down her last finger. ![]()
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