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Aventure Amoureuse	By : Baron Category: +M through R > Miraculous LadyBug Views: 5012 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction for adults. Miraculous Ladybug and its characters are not mine, and are the property of ZAG-inc. I make no profit from this and all characters are 18+.

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You lean against the safety rail as the elevator descends. "Before I forget... happy Bastille day, Chaton." you say with a polite smile. "Oh! And a joyeux quatorze jillet to you as well!" he says returning your pleasant smile. "I have no idea what you just said, but I'll take two of them." you tease your fluent lover. "I merely wished you a happy July 14th. It's like wishing an American a happy independence day. Bastille day is actually quite similar." Chat explains to you. "So you guys get fighting drunk, grill meat, and blow big ass holes in your yards with semi-legal explosives too?" you ask with a chuckle. "Kind of? Our beer is a little stronger, the food is different, and we have fireworks too, but I don't remember blowing any big assholes." he teases you. "I blew one with cat ears a few times." you grin at him widely. "You're not funny. Not even a little bit." he pouts with sad kitten eyes. "Aww, come on. I'm only teasing you, Chaton. You don't need to give me the sad kitty eyes. I'd blow you now, but you'd have to push the emergency stop." you say biting your lip. "You're insatiable. You can play with my dick again later. You know that weird table in your room is a Jacuzzi, right? The cover is on it, but I was messing with it a bit when you were gone. We can play in it tonight if you're good." he says with a sexy grin. "Ok. ok. I'll behave myself, Mr. Noir. Now finish your story!" you say pressing your hands against his chest. "Story? About what? Bastille day?" he asks curiously. "Yeah, am I not allowed to be interested in your culture?" you ask him with intrigue. "Very well. Bastille day is our yearly celebration of the storming of the Bastille in 1789. It was a medieval fortress for political prisoners and it was sacked by the revolutionaries kick-starting what's known as the French revolution." he explains proudly puffing out his chest with an adorable level of French patriotism. "You're a very proud Frenchman, aren't you?" you ask with a warm smile. "Always. I live in the most beautiful and amazing city in the world. I wouldn't trade it for all the cars in Germany or all the tea in England." he says proudly as the elevator reaches the lobby and the doors open with a ding. The two of you exit the elevator and walk past Chloe sitting behind the counter. "Chat Noir? What are you doing here? Do you two know each other?" she asks him pointing at you. "Chat Noir? He's just here to uh..." you begin to explain before Chat promptly interrupts you. "Arrest them! Don't worry, Miss Bourgeois. I'm taking this ruffian into custody and bringing them straight to Lt. Raincomprix!" he says pulling your hands behind your back. "Wait, you're what?" you protest. "To be honest, I'm surprised you didn't do it sooner." Chloe says waving you goodbye as Chat perp walks you out the door. "What the hell are you doing?" you ask him before he walks out of Chloe's sight and releases you. "What? You can make asshole jokes in the elevator, but I can't tease you back?" he says with a sarcastic grin as you rub your wrists. "Ok, I'm sorry. I was only kidding." you say looking up at him. "I know, so was I. Now let's go get something to eat!" he says as he puts his arm on your back and walks down the street with you. You notice all the decorations on the different buildings and flyers for the parade later. You notice the phrases: "Bonne Fête Nationale!" or "Joyeux Quatorze Jillet!" written on most of them. Chat Noir stops in front of a building with the word: "Taillevent" written on an awning above the door. "Come on." he says walking you inside. You enter the building and realize it's a extremely fancy restaurant WAY out of your meager price range. "Chaton, we can't afford this place. Have you lost your mind? Let's go get a croissant and a coffee!" you say attempting to push him back out the door. "Shh. I said I was going to make today a day you'd never forget and I meant it." he says grabbing your shoulders and turning your body back toward the interior of the restaurant. "Chat, no! I can't do that to you! I don't know exactly what superheroes make, but I doubt it's enough to eat in a place like this! Let's just go!" you say getting a bit worried about Chat spending all his savings on you. "Relax. Calm down and enjoy yourself. Let me spoil you." he says silencing your protests with a loving kiss. An extremely snooty-looking host walks up to you and looks you up and down and scoffs at you rudely. Chat Noir tolerates none of it seizing the man by his collar. "Is there a problem? They're here with ME." he snorts angrily at the terrified host. "M-Monsieur Noir! I-I was unaware that they were a guest of yours! P-Please forgive my ignorance as I sh-show you to an excellent table by the window!" the petrified host stammers at the young hero. "That's more like it. You don't want me to lose my temper with you, do you?" he smirks at the host who's white dress pants are now stained yellow with urine. "N-No! Of course not! R-Right this way please!" the host says promptly leading you to a very nice table by the window overlooking the parade route and brings you two menus and a wine list. "Thank you, garcon." he fumes at the host. "Y-Your waiter w-will be with you shortly!" the host says trembling at Chat's icy glare. "Thank you, very much. Please inform them to be polite to me and my guest when they arrive, won't you?" he asks as he begins to calm down. "Y-Yes, of course I will. S-Sincerest apologies again, sir. It won't happen again!" the host says running into the kitchen.
"That... was... AWESOME!!!" you beam at your protector. "I didn't like the way he looked at you. He treated you like you didn't belong here, and it set me off. I'm sorry for making a scene." Chat apologies to you. "Don't be sorry, that guy was a dickhead. You didn't make a scene, you made my day." you giggle leaning over the table giving your hero a kiss making him blush and smile. "Maybe you're starting to rub off on me a little bit." he smiles as he flips through the menu. "Watching you get aggressive like that was really sexy. You're extremely cute when you're angry. Maybe you can get rough with me again later and release some of that sexual tension." you growl sexily at your blushing lover. "S-Stop! Not here! Be polite!" he says hiding his red face behind his menu. You open the menu and nearly have a heart attack. "Chat, do you SEE these prices? Even the bread is expensive. Do they have coupons or a kid's menu or something?" you ask him as you flip through the extravagant menu with wide eyes. "I told you not to worry about it. I have enough. Just order whatever looks good to you." he calmly reassures you. "Um... I guess I'll get this thing then." you say pointing to the cheapest item on the menu. "No, you're not doing that. Give me this." he says sternly taking your menu away from you and gesturing a waitress over to the table. "What are you doing?" you ask him worriedly. "I've eaten here many times since I was a small boy. I'll get you something you'll like, don't worry. I'm not letting you order something cheap and not fully enjoy this place." he says looking like he won't take no for an answer. "I really hope you know what you're doing, Chaton. I don't want to spend my last day in Paris washing dishes." you tease him. He doesn't answer you, but looks at you with his beautiful emerald-colored eyes as he reaches into the pocket of his costume and produces a thick stack of Euros and wordlessly drops it on the table. "Chaton? Where did you get all that? I thought you were a superhero, have you been out robbing people or something?" you ask him suspiciously. "I'm still a little ticked at that snobby host, so I'll pretend I didn't hear that. Don't worry about where it came from. I make enough to take care of you however I please and that's all you need to know." he says as he replaces the large stack of money back into his costume pocket. "Ok, I'm sorry if I upset you. I hope you aren't mad at me now." you say looking down at the fancy tablecloth. "I'm not mad at you, but please don't imply that I'm some sort of thief. I'm the one who stops thieves and bad guys, remember?" he sternly corrects you before tilting your head up and kissing you softly on your lips. A nervous-looking waitress comes over to the table and VERY politely asks if either of you are ready to order. Chat puts his hand on top of yours and has a short conversation with her in French as she dutifully jots in her notepad. He waves her away with a friendly smile much to her relief as she heads to the kitchen.
"I hope you didn't piss them off. They might spit in our food." you warn Chat Noir. "Nah. They wouldn't do that in a place like this. Besides, I was polite to the waitress and had a kind word for the chef as well. Don't worry about it, they know me here." Chat explains to you with a pleasant smile as he leans on his chair. "Is that why we came here?" you ask him curiously. "You said you were interested in our culture. This is the Taillevent. It was built shortly after WWII and it's dedicated to Guillaume Tirel, the man who wrote the first cook book in France. To say the food here is good is like saying the Eiffel tower is tall. I know you'll enjoy it." he explains to you with a happy smile as a sommelier walks over with a small folding table and bottle of wine in his hand. He gives a polite nod and pops the bottle of Romanée-Conti open with a corkscrew and pours two glasses. He places a glass in front of each of you and unfolds the table placing the bottle on top of it. Chat Noir returns his nod as he places 100 Euros into the sommelier's jacket pocket with a pleasant smile. "Merci, Monsieur Noir." he says as he leaves you to your wine. "Try it. I know you like the red kind." he teases you about your room service call last night with a smirk. "Ok, so you know your wine better than I do." you retort as you take a sip of the impeccable wine. "Well? The wine alone is worth the trip, isn't it?" he asks as he tastes his wine. "That's amazingly good wine. It makes Thunderbird taste like swill by comparison. you exclaim. "Thunderbird IS swill." the handsome young Frenchman responds scowling at the mere idea of the cheap wine. "What's the word? Thunderbird! What's the price? Forty twice!" you tease him as you remember the jingle. "Ugh. You could probably lick the floor of the men's room for better tasting wine." he sneers cleansing his palate with the superior Romanée-Conti. "Yeah, this is definitely better than Thunderbird or Ripple." you agree with him as the waitress returns with your order. She places something that looks like stew in front of you and a plate of some kind of sausage and rice in front of Chat Noir. There's also a basket of bread with slices of meat inside them. She has a short conversation with Chat Noir in French that seems to be pleasant. You understand enough to overhear him wish her a happy Bastille day before she walks away. "Go ahead, try it. I got you the boeuf bourguignon and potatoes dauphinoise, and we have a jambon-beurre to split. You can try my cassoulet if you like too." he says with a smile and an encouraging hand gesture. "You really went all out, huh?" you ask breaking off a piece of the jambon-beurre and dipping it in your boeuf bourguignon before tasting it. "I told you I was hungry." he reminds you as he takes a fork full of his cassoulet into his mouth. "It's very good. Incredible in fact, but I would have been just as happy with you at some greasy spoon diner somewhere. I don't have stars in my eyes. I love you whether you have money or not. You don't need to feel obligated to literally wine and dine me." you plainly explain to your young love. "I understand that, but I don't ever want you to forget me or my country. I want you to remember us fondly. I want you to come with me and see Paris the way I see Paris. That's why I'm taking you to the Louvre after this. I want you to see some art that's not a Garfunkel." he says as he eats a piece of jambon-beurre. "Chaton... I could never forget you, or Paris. This has probably been the most enjoyable and exciting week I've had in my life!" you admit to him as you have a bite of your boeuf bourguignon.
"My amour... you ain't seen nothin' yet." he says with a sexy smirk as his sparkling green eyes piece your soul.
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