The Distraction

>"Hey Nadja, I'm going to head out for the night. You sure you're okay closing up?"
>"Yeah Alec, I'm fine. Just need to type up some notes for tomorrow's show."
>"Alright, well don't stay too late."
>"Thanks, Alec."
>The door to the set closed, leaving Nadja alone in the high-ceilinged studio, encircled by a single bright spotlight. It was quiet.
>Nadja enjoyed the silence. She could think in peace about the next day's interview with Mayor Bourgeois. God only knew she wouldn't be able to think at home, what with Manon running around everywhere. She loved her daughter dearly, but she made it impossible to work.
>But that was the balancing act of being a single mom and a successful TV personality. There wasn't much time for anything else.
"Burning the candle at both ends, huh?"
>Nadja jumped as a voice rang out from the dark studio.
>She saw a pair of striking green eyes hovering in the shadows just beyond the lone spotlight’s illumination.
"Sorry, didn't mean to scare ya'."
>The figure moved into the light and Nadja's shock faded into curious surprise.
>"Well, if it isn't Chat Noir."
"One and the same, m'lady." the black feline responded, with an over-dramatic bow.
>"To what do I owe the honor of a late night visit?" Nadja smiled, pen already hovering over her tablet, a new page having replaced the notes she was working on. "Or..." her face suddenly turning to a concerned frown, "I-is something wrong? Is Manon-"
"Oh no," Chat interrupted, "nothing like that. This is more of just an informal visit. I did say I owed you a...*private*, interview, didn't I?"

>Nadja laughed, Chat's wry smile betrayed a kind of youthful mischievousness she remembered fondly from the boys she knew in high school. "I expected something more like a phone call to schedule that follow-up interview."
>Chat crossed the distance to the stage, plopping himself across the length of the interview day sofa, sinking like a liquid into the cushions, propped up on one arm.
"Not really my style. I'm more the impulsive-type."
>She couldn't tell for sure, but it looked like Chat's eyes darted quickly from the top of her head to her modestly crossed legs before returning to lock her gaze. Reflexively, she looked down at her tablet and idly tapped at the screen.
>It had been a long time since this sort of feeling had hit Nadja with any amount of force. Not to say she hadn't received *any* attention since Manon's father was...well...out of the picture, but she had her career to consider. She had largely shut out *this* sort of distraction entirely over the past five years.
>But here it was. A lithe, cat-shaped distraction. Eye-fucking her in an abandoned studio four feet away. Still. She was a professional if nothing else.
>"Impulsive, huh? Would you say that impulsiveness clashes regularly with the more meticulous, planned-out nature of Ladybug?" Nadja readied her pen over her tablet, an eyebrow raised towards the sultry feline before her, ready for his response.
>Always the professional.

>In a blink Chat sat upright on the sofa, arm casually hanging over the back cushion of the empty half. He started examining his claws on his other hand.
"I wouldn't exactly say that 'clash' is the right word. We certainly have different styles, you're right. But they more complement each other than anything else. My impulsive actions can sometimes give Ladybug enough time to come up with a better plan."
>"You must have a lot of faith in Ladybug to essentially sacrifice yourself on, admittedly, not-too-great of plans to buy her time."
"Well of course. I trust Ladybug with my life. She..."
>Chat trailed off. Nadja noticed his eyes falling briefly to the empty seat next to him. His expression turning from nonchalant arrogance to...Was that sadness she saw in those emerald green cat eyes?
>And then it was gone, and Chat resumed.
"She has an amazing way of problem-solving in even the most impossible situations. It's really, really impressive."
>Nadja had been a journalist for years. She knew how to toe uncomfortable lines during interviews to get the truth out of even the hardest individuals. And a big part of that was finding those uncomfortable lines in the first place, those lines that will either reel in a big fish of a story or snap in the effort.
>She had her line.
>"That is certainly impressive. Ladybug's miraculous is both bizarre and counter-intuitive, and the fact she time and time again is able to pull off victories alongside you is certainly impressive. But it's almost as impressive that you," she paused to mime an unneeded glance at her tablet, choosing the emphasis of her next words very carefully. "Trust her with your life. That must not be an easy place to get to, even with a superhero like Ladybug."

>She had to make sure not to back this kitty into a corner. He might spook. Best to tiptoe around the question she almost got an answer to when both of them were in this very studio days before, but just missed. Now she might just get it after all.
"Well, it's Ladybug. I guess for me, trusting her has always been second nature."
>"Why do you think that is?" No, Nadja thought. Too open ended. She had to close off Chat's escape route. "It can't just be as simple as you're both superheroes fighting crime and evil across France."
>Chat shifted his weight around in the sofa. A good sign.
"Well, yeah, I mean...Nadja."
>His eyes locked with hers once again. But there was no boyish, jovial charm in them this time. He looked concerned again. Almost pained.
"Can this part of the interview be, you know, off-record? That's a thing for interviews, right?"
>An interviewee wanting something off-record was like a murder suspect pleading the fifth: It wasn't ideal, but at least it was *something*. Years in the industry taught her that much, at least.
>"Yes Chat, we can keep this off-record." she replied calmly, turning off her tablet and placing it on the small table between them.

"You know. Everybody knows, right?"
>Chat had taken to staring at his shoes, his head turned down to his chest.
"Ladybug and I. We're...we're just friends."
>"You...don't seem too keen on that, Chat." She stared at the top of his head, slightly concerned, but still as curious as her journalist-side would allow in the circumstances.
>Nadja's statement lingered in the air for a pregnant moment.
"Yeah. Well. Would you?"
>Chat lifted his head and looked away, giving Nadja only a split second to see his face.
>He was...
>Crying.
>Or at least on the verge of it.
>For Nadja, it was time to drop her normal interview persona. There were lines that couldn't be crossed in this industry.
>She moved to Chat's sofa and sat beside him. He turned away from her, suddenly seemingly more interested in the fabric on the armrest than anything else in the studio.
>"Chat, talk to me. We're off-record. It's just me. What's wrong?" She delicately placed her hand on his shoulder. She expected the thin skin of his suit to be cold for some reason. Maybe because it looked more like black scales than anything natural. Instead it was warm, almost hot, to the touch. Nadja wondered if it was the stage light beating down on the jet black fabric that was making it so warm.
>Instinctively, she reached for her tablet and accessed the stage settings. A dark blue gobo flicked into place over the spotlight, bathing that small part of the studio in a cooler, almost twilight color.
>Chat turned to her, his suit and skin and hair darker in the dimmed light, but his eyes somehow just as bright and green as always.
"I can't stop thinking about her."
"About Ladybug."

"It's day and night. I can't get her out of my head. Whether I'm in this," he gestured vaguely towards himself. "Or not. Sleeping or awake. It...it's just..."
>He sighed heavily, changing his position on the sofa to sit with his knees up to his chin, eyes peering over his raised legs.
"...I don't know what to do. I know Ladybug will *never* feel the same as I do towards her. And I get that. I really do. But...what do I do? How do I..."
>He stared out into the shadows beyond the blue light, letting his sentence trail off into that blur where the stage met the darkness.
>To Nadja, he looked lost. Lost in a thought he'd been lost in for a long, long time. While a different part of her would have been thrilled to see this Parisian hero laid at her feet so bare and vulnerable, there was another part of her that felt...sorry for him. He was one of the strongest people in the world, and he was entirely crushed by this small, red and black stone that had come to rest so wholly upon his heart.
>And it was all useless in any sort of exclusive exposé on the trials and tribulations of Paris' favorite black cat. Nadja was nothing if not a professional in her craft, and that meant actually honoring off-the-record conversations.
>"Chat," she closed the gap on the couch between them to put a comforting arm around his shoulder. "I..." she swallowed, "...I can't even begin to understand what you are going through, or what you're feeling."
>He raised his eyes to meet hers again. That striking green.
>"But, I *do* know what it feels like to be emotionally abandoned by somebody that you trust and care about..."
>An interviewer always puts a little bit of themselves on the line when they interview, just to get the target to nibble a little bit.
>But this was no longer an interview.
>And Nadja no longer cared how much of herself she put on the line.

>"When Manon's father left us I was devastated."
>Nadja hadn't thought of *him* very often over the last half-decade. But whenever she did, her anger and her hatred and her despair always swelled up into this horrible surge that would threaten to overtake her. She would refuse to let it.
>"He was my everything. And then he was just...gone. And then I was left to pick up the pieces from what was left of my life, of Manon's life, and just try to move forward."
>She paused, to stare out into the shadows just past the blue light, as Chat Noir had.
>"Sometimes I don't think I'll ever get all the pieces back together."
>Nadja turned back to Chat to find his eyes again, a little wider than the last time she saw them. Still just as green. His mouth, though, slightly open now.
>She smiled. "Don't act so surprised. You're not the only one who has it rough, you know."
"I-I'm sorry," Chat stuttered, shaking his head and closing his mouth, before slightly raising an eyebrow towards Nadja. "You just...always seem to have it so together. You're so stalwart in all your TV appearances, I just thoug-"
>"We all wear a mask, Chat. You should know that better than anyone."

>He'd gone back to staring at the armrest.
"How do you deal with it, Nadja? How do you push all of that aside?"
>It was her turn to sigh deeply.
>"You just take it day by day, I suppose. At first it's hard, but then you find things to distract you to make it easier. For me, it was my work, it was Manon. Though, for you," she looked at Chat, and added with a chuckle. "Work might not be the best distraction."
>She could see a small smile form in the corner of his thin lips.
"Yeah, you're probably right about that. But, you know, I don't have very many distractions available outside of my costumed cat capers."
>He began to relax a bit more in true Chat style, dropping a leg to the ground and putting his arm around the cushion behind Nadja.
"Got any recommendations for a good distraction?" The black cat asked, lifting an eyebrow with that smile of his.
>Nadja looked down to her lap, only to find no tablet to distract her from Chat Noir's charm this time, as her cheeks turned bright red in subconscious reply.
>"I've got a few ideas, Chat." She shifted a little closer to him, her knee now barely touching the foot he propped up on the sofa seat next to her. She reached over to the table and picked up her tablet. "Howabout we continue that on-record interview?"

>"Why did you come here tonight, without providing any sort of advance notice, knowing that I was going to be *all alone* in this studio?"
"Well, you know..."
>This was the Chat that Nadja did indeed know.
"...You sorta answered your own question on that one."
>"'I answered my own question'," Nadja repeated. "And how exactly did I do that, Chat?"
"Simply on the basis that I knew you were going to be alone and didn't want to give any advance notice," he replied quickly. "M'lady."
>His eyes narrowed toward hers as they did before, at the last mention of a private interview. A familiar roar forming at the edges of her mind serving as portend for things to come. Her stomach already started to drop from fifty stores up as she sank into that well-known lull of seduction that felt both intimate and foreign at the same time.
>It had been too long.

>Nadja was almost surprised at herself as her hands found the buttons of her blouse, carefully undoing each one until the lace of her modest bra was visible under the soft blue light.
>"Would you like this next part of the interview to also be...off the record?" she chuckled, removing her arms from the top and throwing the garment onto the opposite interviewer's chair.
"Probably a good idea, m'lady."
>Chat pounced at Nadja, just as she leaned back to come to rest on the opposite arm rest. His black-gloved hands came to rest on either side of her styled fuchsia hair, his thin but strong body hanging over her mature frame like black scaffolding.
>He closed the distance between their lips, locking his onto hers in the false twilight.
>Nadja had thought he was younger, but the kiss betrayed him. He worked his lips masterfully against hers, neither pushing too hard or hesitating too softly. His warm breath met hers between each impassioned lungful of air they drew.
>His lips were ones of experience, and she couldn't help but pull him closer, collapsing his arms until his body was pressed fully against hers. And once it was, she grabbed his sides to lift him slightly up.
>It wasn't that he was heavy, no. It was just that she wanted him to know that she was open, and free, for anything.
>Nadja’s hands made their way to Chat's slim waist, while his hands only lingered around her shoulders. She gripped his waist, bringing him even closer to her, in an effort to get him acting on his own volition.
>And it worked.
>Chat, having felt that primal buck against his cat-hood, reacted to her message almost immediately.
>He let his hands roam down her back, and, finding that familiar plastic, unhooked the last vestige separating Nadja's soft skin from his pliant costume.
>Nadja moaned as her bra finally joined her blouse, and she felt Chat's hands wrap around her lower back, pulling herself into his tight, muscular frame.

>She lifted her neck, exposing skin that Chat ravenously covered with his soft lips and warm breath.
>"God, Chat..." Nadja bucked herself up against him again in a pleading and instinctual cry for more but finding nothing. The suit was too skin-tight to betray any sort of arousal from its black cat occupant.
"You want more, m'lady?" Chat breathed heavily into her ear, feeling her body press against his.
>"Yes...please."
>Chat reached down to begin unbuckling the belt around Nadja's waist. She got the message, and removed both her slacks and-to Chat's delight-her equally modest and matching lace panties. The professional heels having long been kicked off into the darkness. Nadja considered she would have some trouble finding those later.
>Chat knew it was rude to have clothes when Nadja had none, so he did what Plagg had taught him early on to assist with answering nature’s call while he had claws out: Move his miraculous ring down closer to the knuckle joint.
>With that, starting at his feet, his suit began to dissolve. Flowing up his legs, his abdomen, and over his arms. All the way up to his neck, before it stopped; His mask, hair, and general body type intact.
>"Oh god," Nadja gasped. "You're not taking off your entire suit, are you?!"
"Not at all, m'lady. This is just the convenience setting for the miraculous. You know, to attend to...certain matters?"
>Chat pressed his body against hers, wrapping his arms around the small of her back and pulling her towards him.
>He sunk his head into the crook of her neck, hearing her breaths in his ear while he felt his cat-hood finally able to grow up against the soft flesh of Nadja's thigh.

>She could feel his bare flesh finally press against her.
>Honestly, she didn't know what to expect. He was a half feline-half human superhero, after all. It's not like they write manuals about those sorts of genitalia. Especially when they aren't that much taller than she was.
>But he was being gentle, kissing her neck while grabbing one of her amply-sized boobs with one hand and a prodigious amount of an ass cheek with the other. She kept one free hand on Chat's shoulder, as Nadja was fairly certain she could push the lightweight cat off with a single arm if she needed to. The other hand she let wander.
>After passing his well-toned chest and abs, counting what had to be an eight-pack, she found her way to the real prize.
>And it was definitely as feline as it was human.
>Chat felt her hand graze and linger around his cock.
"I know, it's a little confusing. But here..."
>He took Nadja's hand, and pulled it down towards his balls.
"There's not too much of a surprise with those. They're just a little furrier than usual."
>Moving her hand up, he closed it around his shaft.
"And those first three inches should be pretty familiar, too."
>And they were. Nadja squeezed slightly and it felt like nothing too out of the ordinary.
"This next part is where it might get a little bit more interesting."

>Chat ran her hand further up his cat-hood, letting her feel the rows of barbs around his tip.
>She ran her fingers past the barbs in reach, slightly bending each in passing, testing their pliability.
>His girth wasn't the issue for her, nor was his length (even though both were impressive). But the barbs...that was something Nadja didn't expect.
"I'll understand if you're freaked out. Not a lot of women...expect it."
>He was no stranger to rejection when any one of his Chat Noir Fan Girls™ backed out of a risqué encounter in a hotel room at the last minute. Leaving him blue balled and, even worse, alone again.
"You can stop here, if you want to."

>"Go ahead." Nadja rasped in Chat's ear.
"W-what?"
>"Go ahead." she repeated, pulling gently on his cock. "Put it in, I'm ready."
>Chat needed no further encouragement. He pushed himself up on the covers near Nadja's shoulders, and positioned himself against her pussy.
"You sure?"
>He felt her hands against his ass, pulling him into her. And that was all the response he needed.
>Chat's enlarged barbed cat cock slid easily into Nadja's wet, willing pussy. But she couldn't help but cry out as the semi-rigid barbs scraped past her cunt, tightened over years of disuse.
"A-are you okay?" he exclaimed, concerned that his rash thrust was too much.
>"Yeah, no, I'm fine, keep-unh-going. Please." she replied through breathless gasps, her arms tightening around Chat's midsection, beckoning him to keep thrusting.
>Each thrust elicited a grunt from Nadja, but Chat kept going. He could feel the walls of her mature pussy clenching tighter and tighter around his cat-hood with every thrust. Her legs were wrapped firmly around his waist, and he thought it would take all his effort to free himself from her breeding grip - assuming he would even want to.
>Nadja was in a state of ecstasy. Chat - while not being the longest dick she's ever fucked, was certainly the largest. And the barbs at the end lightly scraping against her walls were unlike anything she had ever felt before. Coupled with his swollen balls grazing her taint, Nadja couldn't control herself for long, and she began gripping Chat with her legs, absolutely begging him to cum inside her.

>"Chat, God, keep going...don't...stop."
>Chat had stopped holding back, and was throwing his entire weight into Nadja as she decreasingly thrust herself up against him. Soon, she had realized that thrusting against him was futile, because he had long since stopped restraining himself. Chat was instead pummeling Nadja with a force she hadn't experienced since high school, when the boys from the football team would rabbit-fuck her into submission, one after another, under the bleachers near the field.
>But Chat was providing the rhythm and depth of an entire squad, and Nadja couldn't help but to start cumming, holding Chat against her while she gripped both his ass and his feline cock with all her might.
"Uhnnn, Nadja, I don't know how much longer..."
>That was enough for her. Time to lay some ground rules.
>She let go of his back and instead grabbed the sides of his head.
>"Chat." She waited, until those beautiful green eyes were staring back into hers.
>"You know I'm not her, right?"
>Nadja dead-panned the delivery, as only an interviewer could.
>"I'll never be her. And you'll never have her."
>It hit Chat like a sack of bricks, stopping his deep, forceful thrusts in their tracks.
>She *wasn't* Ladybug. There was nothing that could change that.
>She was...a distraction.
>So he still looked directly into her eyes.
"I know."

>And Chat kept pushing his cock in and out of Nadja, their voices and their moans syncing in rhythm as they both grew closer and closer to climax.
>He knew she would never be Ladybug, no matter how much he wanted her to be. But that was beside the point, now. Nobody would be Ladybug.
>If Chat was ever to move on, it would be through these sorts of distractions. The kind that he had admittedly become accustomed to.
>But with a warm, tight pussy gripping the walls of his shaft, he wasn't one to complain.
>Nadja came first. The walls of her pussy contracted violently against Chat's hard cock as she uncontrollably screamed into the empty blue light of the studio, her juices soaking the foreign, barbed intruder pounding away at her soft womanhood.
>His balls began filling at the first sign of his mate's release, her cries ringing in his ears.
>"Please...Chat...inside...Give it to me..." Her legs wrapping around his, preventing him from pulling out unless he used his Cataclysm against her.
"Nadja, I'm going-I'm getting close..."
>He could feel himself reaching the point of no return. And Nadja knew it.
>"Go ahead, cum. Cum for me, kitty cat."
>The words were like a firecracker in his mind, for all the times *she* called him that same term of endearment. It was all he ever needed while thrusting into a welcoming woman.
>Chat let himself unload into Nadja. With a deep thrust he started filling her womb with his cum, his barbs perking up to ensure that he stayed deep inside her.
>She could feel him let loose, the barbs pulling at her periphery, but she didn't care. Nadja was finally being bred, for the first time in a long time, by a feline that wouldn't just pump his seed inside her, but would let her cum first before doing so.
>And to a woman who had no such attention since before the birth of her child, that was something to hold on to.

>Nadja pushed the unconscious kitty cat off her.
>It was getting late. And it was time to get home.
>She gathered her clothes from the other chair (and found her shoes just outside the spotlight towards the cameras), and made sure to grab the tablet on which she took notes.
>Chat was still fast asleep on the interviewees' sofa.
>It was no surprise. He had been out with Ladybug and Rena Rouge all day fighting one of Hawkmoth's akumas.
>Why he didn't just stress-fuck Rena was a mystery for another day.
>Nadja turned off the stage lights and began locking up the studio.
>If Chat was able to get in without security access, she was sure he was able to get out.

>Probably.