Red and Blue make Purple

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Day 16 of Inktober 2016 - Ladynoir/Marichat feat. Take Me Home by Us the Duo

I’m only happy when I’m with you
Home for me is where you are.
I try to smile and push on through.
But home for me is where you are.
Send out the alarms
I’m all alone
Wrap me in your arms
Take me home
Take me home
To your arms…

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“I thought I’d find you here.”

Chat doesn’t bother uncurling from his nook on the rooftop to see who it is. He heard her coming a mile away; his sensitive ears caught the whistling of her yoyo singing of her approach.

Her steps pad over lightly to him- light as a mouse, he would’ve liked to joke before pouncing on her. She would’ve groaned before giving into laughter.

It’s funny how effortlessly she makes him want to smile even when he’s upset. Her presence makes it easier to forget about another last-minute cancellation from his father, another disappointment, another absence that echoes coldly in the house.

Familiar black and red fills his vision as Ladybug sits down next to him. Her shoulder leans into him and he instinctively leans back, taking comfort in the connection.

“It actually took me eight tries,” Ladybug admits. “I guess ninth time’s the charm.”

“Third time thrice over,” Chat says. “That should make you triply lucky.”

“I don’t need luck. What kind of partner would I be if I didn’t know where to find you?”

The kind he’d still love. “The kind who’d still have my back.”

Her hand finds his. Her fingers tighten around his protectively, covetously. “Never doubt it.”

It’s wonderful to feel wanted. He didn’t realize how badly he needed someone to need him. Her fingers threaded through his only increases his desire for more, though he hesitates to ask or to take from her.

Ladybug hardly needs to be told or asked though; as if sensing his need, she nudges his curled up legs with her knee until he straightens them out in front of him, opening himself up to the cool night air. Without missing a beat, she pivots and swings a leg over his lap until she straddles him with her legs framing his waist, their arms rearranging to curve around each other in a full body hug. Her face is so close to his that he can count every freckle that peeks out from under her mask, every light reflected in her bright blue eyes.

“Bugaboo,” Chat breathes. “Marinette.”

Ladybug buries her head into the hollow of his neck, her lips warm against his skin. He can feel rather than hear her say “spots off”. The gesture of her detransformation doesn’t miss him as the tough shell of her suit dissolves into soft cloth. Her magic tingles against his suit, close enough to be intimate in its vulnerability.

“Chat,” Marinette murmurs, and despite her low voice she is all he hears. “You know I love you, right?”

His grip tightens around her waist as he buries his face in the crook of her neck. The rush of magic that removes the mask from her face kisses his cheek as it dissipates, unveiling warm skin and a pulse fluttering against his lips.

She says it so simply, so honestly that there is no room in his mind for doubt. Her voice cleaves through his insecurities like a light in the dark for him to follow.

“Yeah,” Chat sighs shakily into her hair. “I do know.”

“I think I need to remind you more,” Marinette says. “I think you need to hear it more.”

“I wouldn’t complain.” She could say it a thousand times and more to him and he’d remember every single one.

“My silly kitty,” Marinette says fondly, hugging him tightly. “I think I knew I’d love you the first time we met. You’re so easy to love.”

The cold ache in Chat’s chest softens and softens until he could cry, but he simply breathes her in and allows her words to fill him full. Four walls and a roof don’t make a home, but he thinks the right person just might.

She doesn’t move and neither does he. They stay twined around each other in a bubble removed from the city that still moves on beneath them in cars that pass on by, in apartment lights that blink on and off despite the late hour.

Chat counts the passing of time in each of Marinette’s breath that matches his own, in song she hums quietly under her breath, in each I love you she traces onto his back.

If this is a dream, Chat hopes he never wakes up. He’d live in this moment with her forever if he could.

As night deepens into the quiet hours of early morning, he catches the yawn that expands in Marinette’s chest before she exhales slowly against his shoulder. Carefully, he grips the bottom of her thighs and moves to rise. Marinette tightens her arms around his neck and locks her legs around his back, automatically shifting her weight to maintain balance and helping him move as one.

He simply stands there for a moment, memorizing the way she fits into him, the way she curls into all his negative spaces until he can’t remember what being lonely feels like.

“You want to go home?” Marinette asks sleepily.

“Don’t need to.” Chat plants a kiss on her shoulder and feels his world condensing into the warmth of her in his arms. Into them. “I’m already there.”

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