Chapter 1: Someone. Anyone. Please kill her now.

Patrol ended along with the need to do anything but have fun. The night was old, but they certainly weren't. Ladybug burst out laughing as she kicked Robin off the roof sending him tumbling down 7 feet of cement before he caught himself on a pipe. He grumbled and scaled the building chasing after her. Her squees and giggles escaped into the night as she ran hopping off a building to jump onto a lamp post and then onto the outside canopy of a store and onto another roof.

She turned around looking to see if he was still behind her but jumped back violently when she bumped into someone. Apologizing profusely as she turned around but then shrieking when she saw who it was.

"H-Hey Robin. No hard feelings right?" She took a step back. "I mean I was only playing around." She took another step back. "If I were in that situation, you'd be laughing too." She bolted.

But not before he grabbed her wrist tight defeating any hope of escaping back home. She gulped and looked up with what some would call 'kitten eyes' or she would call 'give me a cookie eyes'. His frown deepened. "I'm not falling for that."

She grinned. "Damn. I really thought that would work! I mean, you did just fall off a--" she squealed and laughed as he pushed her off the side of the roof then pulled out her yoyo and attached it to a lamp pole. "You know that won't work on me Dami!"

"How many times do I have to tell you not to call me by my--ugh." He sighed in frustration. He could survive almost anything, but this woman would certainly be the death of him.

She swung up and landed neatly next to him. She smiled at him earning a frown in return and sat down dangling her legs off the side of the roof. When suit met cement, she shivered. He watched as she sat and sat down next to her.

"Y'know you should wear like a jacket or scarf or something. It's still very cold despite being spring."

"Aww. Is Robin worried about little old me?"

He rolled his eyes. "If you caught a cold, it would be a nuisance when we're trying to work."

She sighed. "Yeah yeah."

He stared at her. She'd been here for what? 2 months now? And she still hadn't grown accustomed to Gotham's cold nights. He huffed and looked away watching as the stars blinked and the moon smiled.

The wind played a soothing melody almost resembling a lullaby and the trees followed along. Ladybug stared out into the world looking for inspiration for her next fashion piece. Maybe she could make a top. Or maybe she could convince Tim to let her make a few adjustments to his cape. She turned her head to Robin.

"Hey Dami, do you think Red Robin would--" Her voice died down into a whisper as she watched him staring out into the sky. He looked so peaceful and gentle. And so calm. His hair danced in the wind and shined as the moonlight hit it.

He looked so...

She found herself leaning in and slowly lifted her hand to touch his silky hair. When she ran her fingers through the tips, his head swerved around.

"What are you--Ladybug?"

She liked it when he looked at her. Because then it meant his attention was on her and her alone. She leaned in closer and closer. She could see his beautifully crystalline green eyes piercing through her own bluebell ones. She tucked his hair around her fingers and ran them through again. It was just so soft...

She was so close.

She placed her free hand on his arm steadying herself and leaned in closer as though in a trance. His eyes were getting closer and closer. His hair was just so soft. His muscles were pulsating through his suit. And was it just her or was her suit getting tighter?

She softly tugged him closer pulling his hair closer to her as she sniffed it. She hummed. It smelled like cherries. She liked cherries. Cherry blossoms. Cherry macaroons-- "Ladybug!" --Cherry-smelling hair.

She stroked his hair and hummed in delight as it slipped through her fingers.

But most of all, she liked pink. And she also liked Damian. What would you get if you put pink and Damian together? She giggled slowly. Her eyes closed. That would be very hot and--

"Marinette!"

Her eyes shot open and she released whatever it was she'd been biting.

She quickly pulled back and almost screeched as she saw Robin rubbing at his neck, his cheeks flushed.

Oh gods.

She couldn't have.

Did she just give him a hickey?

Her cheeks flushed a bright red as she stuttered. "I-I am so sorry. I-I just..I..Oh Gods. Um."

His eyes met hers before quickly vacating and instead placing themselves on a nearby stone. He pulled his hand away, his cheeks burning a vicious red. She pulled herself further away as though hoping the space could somehow take back what she'd just done.

"I am so sorry, I have no idea what came over me. You can sue me. You can throw me in jail. Y-You can even hit me--" Her treacherous mind led her to thoughts of him pinning her to a wall and--

She shook her head. What the hell! What kind of thoughts was she having about her friends! Her suit got tighter. She had to get out of there. She shot up and took a step back waving her arms around as she apologized again but he quickly shot up and pulled her back in. She could just die of embarrassment right now.

He quickly let go of her arm. "Y-You almost fell off a 300 foot skyscraper. Be careful."

She cleared her throat. "Yeah. Sorry. Um--" As her eyes met his, her heart fluttered. And not like a butterfly, no. Like a wasp. It pounded so hard she was afraid he would hear it. She wanted to move but her legs - stupid legs - kept her rooted to the ground and her eyes - stupid eyes - kept staring into his as he awkwardly stared back. Her pupils glazed over almost instantly and she could feel everything.

And by everything, she meant everything.

The way the wind worked wonders on her skin. The way her heart almost jumped out of her chest. The way her suit got tighter and hugged her in all the right places as she got hotter and hotter.

She couldn't concentrate on whatever the hell was coming out of his mouth. All she could see were his lips moving, his hair blowing in the wind and his eyes trying to focus on anything but hers. All she could feel was her heart thrumming, her skin burning and her suit getting tighter and tighter and...oh Gods he was looking at her again.

She didn't know she'd closed the space between them until he laid eyes on her and she realised just how much bigger they looked. Her hands - stupid hands - found themselves tucked in his hair and wrapped around his neck as she tugged him closer. Her eyes remained locked in his wide emerald ones.

She could feel him muscles pressed against her and they did glories for her skin. She just wanted to close the gab between his lips and hers. What would they taste like? Cherries? As she stroked his hair, she felt her lips finally touch his even if only by a centimetre. Her heart was thrumming louder and harder. And her knee found its way between his--

She was ripped away from the heat of his body. She was in a daze; her lips slightly parted, he eyes blown wide and half-lidded and her libido on fire.

"Ladybug!" Her eyes met his as he screamed her name.

They were so beautiful--

She stumbled as she felt the stinging of a hand smack against her cheek and looked down to see her hand red. She'd just slapped herself. Why did she-- Her eyes widened and she almost shrieked as she looked up to see Robin holding her shoulders and leaving her an arms length away. Were his arms always this long? She felt another sting on her other cheek. She'd just slapped herself again.

Her face morphed into one of utter distraught and she placed a hand to her mouth. She'd almost kissed him! Their lips touched for a second before he pulled her away.

"Oh Gods." What the hell! "Oh Gods!"

He let go of her shoulders allowing her to take a few more steps backward. "Dam-- Robin. I am so sorry. I have no idea what--" She gasped. Of course she knew! She hit her hand on her head. Of course she knew! She should've pieced it together! Then she wouldn't have attacked her friend.

She looked back to him and flushed. His ears were a bright red and his hand lay perched over his mouth as though he were thinking something but he was looking straight at her. His eyes darted up to meet her but then shot to the side and then darted back up to meet her and then darted back to the side.

How could she possibly explain to him that she would be a horny mess for the next month or two? She shuddered just thinking about going through two months of this torture but 10 times worse every week! Oh Gods.

His hands finally pulled away and he opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out and he closed them again.

What should she tell him? The truth was just too embarrassing to say! And anything else would just make her look like a crazy person attracted to him for his looks.

She had to say something. "U-Uh hot. I-I-I mean heat. Yeah. H-heat." What would her mother think if she saw her now. Her daughter as Ladybug standing on a skyscraper in Gotham blushing as red as her suit as she distanced herself from a man she'd just assaulted.

"Ladybug."

She straightened up almost instantly. "Y-Yes?"

He scratched his head wondering what to say but then blushed harder and pulled his hands away.

"I-You-We."

Oh Gods. Kill her now. His stuttering was just too damn cute! Her thoughts were getting too far ahead of her. Walls. Pinning. Kissing. Touching. Noises. She struggled not to squeeze her legs together. Think Ladybug! Think! Okay first of all, stop looking at Damian and his hands. NO! Don't look at the way he moves his hands through his hair. Don't think about his hands on your shoulders! Don't think about the way his lips move! Don't look down! Do NOT look down! I REPEAT MARINETTE DUPAIN-CHENG! DO NOT. LOOK. DOWN!

She glanced down but quickly shot her eyes away. Don't open your mouth. Don't open your mouth. Don't open your--

A noise escaped her lips. His eyes shot wide open as he looked back towards her. Run.

Run!

She darted. Jumping towards another roof and swaying her arms as she almost fell off in her haste. She ran. Don't look back. Don't look at what expression he's making. At least this, she could agree with. Whether it be disgust, anger, sadness, or - dare she say, much less think - l. L. Lu-. Nope, she couldn't even think it.

She had to get home. She had to get as far away from him as possible. Even if her apartment was just a few blocks outside the manor. She was so stupid! Why oh why did she choose a house so close to theirs???

She cursed herself.

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Now here she was on her bed wondering where in her life she'd gone wrong for the Gods to curse her with such bad luck. It's funny really. The woman known as 'Lady Luck' having such a bad night. The damn irony.

And it just wouldn't go away. This feeling. She'd gone through it for years and it had never been as bad as it was now! How could she even look at him in the face again? Heck, how could she even stand in the same room as him! She grumbled in frustration.

Although it was embarrassing to admit, she knew that she needed to get a partner sometime soon. Someone to help her through these blasted heats. Poor Adrien. He must've been going through his own somewhere in Paris. Maybe she could call him for a nookie. No. She couldn't do that to him. Then again, they'd done it before--No!

Black hair flashed through her mind. Why did his hair have to be so darn soft? Why did he have to look so good! Why did her heat have to start then and there?

She stifled a groan as she slowly ran her hands down her sides.

And why did his lips feels so damn good. Her voice went up an octave. She whimpered. She couldn't do this forever. But she also couldn't fantasize about her dear friend. Or his huge hands. Or the way his eyes on hers made her insides squirm.

Maybe she should turn herself in for sexual assault.

She needed him to touch her. His hands to roam her body and his lips to--

Someone. Anyone. Please kill her now.