Uptown, Downtown (Chat Noir x Reader) - Book 1

39 | Desafinado

A short trip later, you finally touched down in an area you were unfamiliar with — “Just a moment, keep your eyes closed,” Chat Noir told you, so you did as he instructed.

You felt yourself get placed in a chair, and then some shuffling occurred, before Adrien said you could open your eyes again. When you did, you couldn’t help but be a little shocked; you were sitting on a lone, flat rooftop, with a view of the Eiffel Tower, and you were at a small table, with your favourite dish right in front of you; there was also a small set of speakers on the wood surface. Your lips parted in disbelief, and you stared at Chat Noir in complete silence, as he seated himself across from you, with a warm smile.

“Good surprise?” he asked shyly. “Lucinda helped me organise it.”

“If it involves food then it’s always good,” you responded, but nodded frantically. “This is the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me, thank you.”

“Good to hear,” Adrien laughed, before beginning to eat his own food. “I intend to make this the best date of your life.”

“Vous n'avez pas beaucoup de concurrence,” you mumbled, digging into your meal.

“Good use of the present tense! You’re improving, mon amour,” Chat Noir complimented.

(You couldn’t help but notice how he seemed more comfortable as his superhero alter ego.)

You two had a very pleasant lunch together, talking about nothing and everything; then, as the sun began to set, leaving a dim glow to settle on the city, Chat Noir started to become a bit nervous. His gaze darted from left to right, as he tried to hide his obvious discomfort, and after a bit, you had to say something.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, causing him to jump.

“Nothing! I just… I’ve got to go soon, for patrol. But… I did plan one last thing to do before I left,” he admitted, standing up, and walking round to you. He grabbed his phone off the table, and tapped at it aggressively for a moment, before the speakers buzzed to life, and then a familiar tune filled the air.

It was the same Bossa Nova song that you’d danced to at Chloé’s party.

You turned to him, half touched, and half stupefied at the sheer sappiness of it all. “You love going the extra mile, don’t you?” you inquired rhetorically.

“Pour vous? Toujours,” Adrien replied with a smile, holding out his hand to you.

“You damn simp,” you commented, with a slight laugh, but you stood up, and placed your hand in his.

Just like before, he excitedly embraced you, and started to pull you around; of course he was a good dancer, why wouldn’t he be? It was you that was having trouble keeping up with his steps, so you stared firmly at his feet in order to copy his movements.

Adrien's touch felt welcome and familiar, in stark comparison to the first time he'd ever really embraced you. That was progress, you supposed, and you couldn’t help but smile at the thought of it. Who knew you'd get this far?

Seems like now was the perfect time to woo him. You stopped, all of a sudden, even though the song continued, causing Adrien to look down at you in confusion. You gazed right back at him, preparing your lines in your head, and clearing your throat, ready to deliver your best, poshest British accent.

"In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed," you told him earnestly, quoting Pride And Prejudice in utter seriousness. "You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you."

Adrien was stunned at your sudden, bold declaration, and immediately flushed red beneath his mask. An embarrassed smile tugged at his mouth, and the ears on top of his head perked up, signifying that he was happy; you held his stare, fighting the urge to reach up and pet his ears.

"You know what? You were right," Chat Noir spoke, with a grin, still holding you carefully. "You British people do have a sense of romance."

"Whoever said we didn't?" you retorted, fully knowing the answer to that one.

Adrien let out a breathless laugh, before his grip tightened on your hand as he looked at you; you looked back, suddenly aware of the arising tension in the air.

Then, he carefully leaned in, and pressed his lips to yours, lacing his fingers with yours. Your eyes shut quickly — not because you didn't like it, but because you didn't know what to do.

When he drew back, you opened your eyes a crack to squint at him beyond your steamed up glasses. "... give me a warning next time, won't you?" you questioned in a mumble, using your free hand to take your specs off so you could clean them.

"I'm sorry!" Chat Noir laughed awkwardly, stepping away, and rubbing the back of his head. "I don't know why I…"

"Do it again," you cut in, radiating heat like an oven, but aware that you were screaming inside.

Instantly, Adrien kissed you again, and you'd never felt closer to heaven — if there was one, and it didn't feel like this, then you didn't want it.