#day 036

[babbleandtea]

Love Languages: Physical Touch

The music vibrated through the house, it was mixed with people trying to talk over it. Laughter, yelling and chanting. You waded your way through the crowd looking for your partner. Huxley’s team had just won their match today and were celebrating, but now he was nowhere to be found. You tried to squeeze your way past a couple who clearly couldn’t hear you over the music. Once they realized you wanted to pass them, they shifted a bit only to cause you to stumble your way forward. A pair of arms caught you before landing on your face. You sighed thankfully.

“Well that was a close one,” Huxley laughed and righted you back on your feet. He apologized for getting distracted and not coming back to find you, then introduced you to his teammate. The formalities were short as the two of them fell back into their original conversation about the game they just had. That was okay by you, just being beside Huxley had made you feel ten times better. 

You felt a warmth in your hand and smiled knowingly. You peeked over at Huxley but he was still immersed in his conversation. Looking down you found his hand holding onto yours, his hand making yours look tiny in comparison. You gave it a small squeeze of reassurance before doing your best to try and understand their discussion of the plays and tactics being talked about. 

After a while Huxley noticed your heavy eyes, struggling to keep focus. You leaned against him to try and keep consciousness but you realized quickly that it did the opposite. You yawned. Your partner was still filled with energy, still on a high from their match earlier today. You, on the other hand, had a long day and your fire was starting to dwindle. 

Without another thought he said his goodbyes to the team and got you in a cab. He took the front seat to give directions, while you sat in the back silently. Content with not having to make any more small talk. Not even a few minutes in the cab ride, and Huxley had reached back to you. He placed a hand on your ankle, it was just about the only part of you he could reach from his seat. A small way to tell you that he was there. 

Now home the two of you found your way to the couch. You groaned, exhausted, and flopped down beside him. He laughed as he pulled you closer so that you were partially on top of him. Your legs tangled together. You put your face down into his chest, barely able to mumble, “I demand all the cuddles.” After a long day all you wanted was to snuggle up into him and never let go.

He let out a hearty laugh and leaned down to kiss the top of your head, “You got it, Babe.” You hummed happily as you pushed yourself up to kiss him. Despite his size he was always so gentle with you, his hand sliding along your jaw and up into your hair. You parted with a hum as you settled back down in this new spot, farther up his chest, and his arms wrapped around you. This was home.

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Driver Every Day 2020 - 036//366 ∟ Day 036 - Charles L e c l e r c

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When Ladybug next sees Cat Noir, there is no crisis, only quiet Parisian rooftops.

Cat Noir is quiet, too. Marinette knows why, but she also knows that Ladybug isn’t supposed to, so she teases, “Cat got your tongue?”

He smiles for her, but it is a distracted smile. “Are we dating, Ladybug?”

Marinette pretends to think about that as they leap across a street. “Hmm. Well, I’ve kissed you three times, now. I think that makes us pretty exclusive, kitty.”

“No— I’m not. I’m not exclusive.”

“Oh?”

“I’m dating— someone else.”

Ladybug nods. Cat Noir blinks at her. “You’re taking this well.”

She shrugs. “It depends on the girl,” she says. “Spill.”

“… Do you remember Marinette Dupain-Cheng?”

The smile on her face is more Marinette’s than Ladybug’s. “Yeah. I introduced you two, remember? Well, sort of. She’s cute, so I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised.”

“She said we could date,” Cat Noir says. “You and me. If you… if you’re okay with me dating her. And even if you’re not! She says she’d be okay if we broke up. But, Ladybug— I can’t do that to her.”

Ladybug glances at him, surprised, and more than a little confused. “Do you love her more?” she asks.

“No! Maybe. No, it’s not—” He stops himself, breathes, starts again. “She is a good person. But if I broke up with her to be with you, then it would ruin her relationship with, um. With her other boyfriend.”

It’s strange to hear it as though she isn’t involved in it, and concerning to think that perhaps Adrien is only with Marinette because of Cat Noir. “How would it do that?” she asks.

Cat Noir shakes his head. “Just trust me on that one. It’s not… it would be unfair.”

“Well, I’m alright with you dating both me and Marinette—”

“Really?”

She can’t help but to burst into laughter. “Really, kitty. And if you’re concerned about it being fair, I could always hook up with Adrien.”

Cat Noir laughs with her, but he looks thoughtful as well. “That might not be as bad an idea as it sounds,” he muses. “She did say…”

“What, this isn’t complicated enough already?” she teases.

“Complicated? You only have one partner.”

If only he knew. “Well, I have you, and you have me, but you also have Marinette, and she has you and also Adrien,” Ladybug summarizes, thinking secretly to herself, and I’m Marinette. “Even from where I stand, it’s a mess.”

“Well, you’re not wrong. … When did I tell you Adrien’s name?”

Marinette takes advantage of a nearby cathedral tolling the hour. “Oops, gotta go!” She presses a kiss to Cat Noir’s lips. “See you later, Cat Noir!”