“Is now really the time?!”
“What other time is there?”
“Not! In the middle! Of! A! Battle!”
This was worse than the puns by far. Why oh why had she started dating this doofus, again?
A strong, black-gloved hand wrapped tight around her wrist, yanking her out of the way of a stray lightning bolt a putting her between Chat and a wall.
Between a rock and a hard place, if you will.
He was panting heavily, hot breath washing over her ear and down her neck, the tension leaking out of his frame as it started to look like the akuma had missed them and was now starting to wander off.
“There,” he sighed as the akuma disappeared over the line of buildings across the street from their nook. “That was close.”
“Mhmm,” Ladybug agreed, feeling the tension leave her own frame a little more with every breath Chat took, every second of his warm weight pressed reassuringly solid and close against her, and well…
Maybe that was why.
“…So,” said Chat, turning to look at her with a kind of anxious hope in his eyes that tied her insides in knots. “What do you say? Will you marry me?”
Like she’d say no.
She went up on her tiptoes to kiss him, adoration bubbling up and over in her chest.
“’Course I’ll marry you,” she sighed against his warm mouth, wrapping herself up in the feeling, and then drew back so she could look him in the eye.
“But god, Chat,” she huffed to his dumb, overjoyed grin. “I am never letting you forget this.”
Somehow, he only looked happier.