Lessons Learned By Moonlight

[mistkitt]

 Originally Posted: 08/17/16

Sidekick!Adrien AU. Some shameless Ladrien to celebrate the fact that MY THESIS OUTLINE GOT APPROVED. GOODBYE FREEDOM.

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Ladybug’s knowledge of relationships could not be considered much. Over the course of her teenage years she’d had two boyfriends, neither serious. There were no breathless “I love you’s,” no substance beyond the occasional fit of butterflies, and definitely no plans for marriage. But at least she could say she knew enough about relationships to recognize a red flag.

Adrien’s hesitance to kiss her? A huge red flag. And catching his cheek after a last second turn of the head was the final straw

“Okay, what the hell is going on?” She took a step back and folded her arms over her chest, trying to appear more annoyed than self-conscious.

Adrien sighed the sort of full body sigh that always prefaced bad news. Another red flag. He couldn’t quite look her in the eye. Yet another. It took every ounce of Ladybug’s self control not to shake him. “You remember how I told you I was homeschooled?” he asked. She nodded, wary. “So what that means is I don’t have much… experience with people my age.” He fidgeted. “You know, like girls.”

Ladybug stared at him.

Adrien groaned as if her silence physically pained him. “Buginette, you’re the first girl I’ve ever kissed.”

Oh. Oh. Ladybug’s arms fell to her sides. Oooooh. She got it. And then, because she couldn’t help herself, she smiled. “You are adorable,” she said.

“It’s not funny!”

“I never said it was!” She closed the distance between them and slung her arms around his neck. A full moon hung in the sky above them, but it wasn’t enough for her to see his blush, which Ladybug was ninety percent certain had taken over his entire face. She tilted her head and shot him a flirtatious smile. “Does someone need a kissing lesson?”

Adrien glared at her. “Is someone offering?”

She rubbed her nose against his. “Yes.” He still looked miffed, which had her biting down on her lower lip to keep from laughing in his face. “You can start by putting your hands on my hips.” He did. “Perfect.” She tucked her head under his chin and breathed in his clean-laundry-and-Gabriel-brand-perfume scent. “Before we begin,” she said, “you should know that when kissing someone your hands will be very tempted to roam. This is perfectly fine, but there are certain areas you’ll want to avoid.” She gave him a stern look. “Don’t touch the goods unless you have permission.”

Adrien nodded, every bit the serious student. “How do I get permission?”

“Beginners shouldn’t worry about that,” Ladybug said flatly. Adrien grinned at her. She shook her head. “Please don’t make me regret this.”

“I’ll be your greatest Regreste.”

She let go of him and started to walk away. Adrien pulled her back in, laughing. “Fine, fine! I’ll behave. I promise.”

Ladybug turned to face him, sliding her arms around his neck again. “You’d better.” She wished she could say he’d annoyed her; admitting his goofy behavior only added to his charm would be way too humiliating. 

“Lesson one,” she said, and pressed her lips against his in a short kiss. It was enough to wipe the grin off his face, in any case. “Easy, right?” She wiggled her hips. “Your turn.”

Adrien leaned in and gave her an equally short, but unexpectedly exciting kiss. Ladybug blinked at him, a bit dazed, promising she’d think about what made being kissed better than delivering kisses later. “Fantastic,” she said. “Lesson two.” She kissed him a little longer then, and didn’t quite pull away, letting her lips brush against his as she spoke. “Your turn.”

Adrien’s grip on her tightened. His lips captured hers and Ladybug, having no intention of spending the entire night on chaste kisses, kissed him right back. The surprise of it made him hesitate, but she merely took a step closer to him and whispered, “Keep going.”

He did. Clumsily at first, but it didn’t take long for him to get the hang of it. His hands left her hips for the more tempting dip of her lower back and hers moved down, sneaking past the leather jacket to leech off his body heat.

Adrien’s lips pulled up into a smirk. “I don’t recall giving you permission to touch the goods.”

“What goods?” she asked innocently as her fingers trailed down his abdomen.

“You know which goods.”

“Oh these goods!” She slipped her hands into his shirt to cop a feel of the hard muscles underneath. Adrien caught her wrists and returned her hands to his shoulders.

“What’s lesson three?” he asked.

Ladybug played with the hair at the nape of his neck. “I don’t think you’re ready for it, chaton.”

“You didn’t think I was ready to be your crime fighting partner either.” Adrien nipped her earlobe. “Try me.”

She shrugged. “Okay.” Then she grabbed him by the jacket and shoved. Hard. Adrien lost his footing and went down on his back with a yelp. He stared up at her, eyes wide. Ladybug stepped over him, quite happily sat on his stomach, and leaned forward until she blocked out the moonlight and the ends of her long red hair ribbon brushed his neck. “Lesson three,” she purred, and flattened her lips against his.

Adrien returned the kiss with equal enthusiasm, burying his hands in her hair and tilting her head to get a better angle. When her tongue met the seam of his mouth he gasped, granting her all the access she needed. She slid her tongue against his and moaned in spite of herself. 

He learned quickly. Too quickly. When she broke the kiss for air he grabbed hold of her waist and flipped her under him. “My turn,” he whispered before sinking his teeth into her bottom lip.

Ladybug murmured something indistinct and ran her hands along his upper back. In hindsight, a rooftop may not have been the best place for lesson three. They were hidden well enough, but there was still the off chance someone could look up and find Paris’s superheroes groping each other like the hormonal young adults they were. She parted her lips for him and relished the way his hand traveled the length of her waist, slid down her thigh—

“And that’s enough of lesson three!” she cried, pushing on his chest until she could wiggle out from under him.

Adrien blinked at her, his gaze slightly unfocused. “Did I pass?”

Ladybug tapped his cheek with the back of her hand. “I’ll send you your diploma in the mail.”

“Ladybug.”

She helped him to his feet. “You,” she said, “are an excellent kisser.” And delightfully tussled after just three lessons. She liked him rumpled. She liked him straight-laced and well-ironed. She liked him enough to admit that she wanted this relationship to last, to be serious.

For there to be a lesson four.