Chapter 15
Dancing on the roof top.

Boom.

Crash.

'What on earth?'

Marinette was sitting by her desk, peacefully finishing her design for the next designer contest being held by Gabriel Agreste. Time was running away from her though, as the deadline was in two days. She would've been stoked, if it weren't for the excessive amounts of akuma attacks this week! She barely had any spare time to complete her design.

The bluebelle haired girl placed her sketchbook on the table before approaching the skylight. She glanced at Tikki who was sleeping in her drawer. She lamented on bringing something hard to hit them, if it was an intruder- which seemed bizarre since her balcony is a few feet of the ground, and her neighbors would most surely notice someone walking around with a very, very long ladder, trying to break into some teenage girl's house. But who else would Marinette be if not cautious?

The teen took the rock perched on her closet - don't ask - and made her way up the ladder. She stealthily raised her skylight, before poking her head out, scanning the area, rock on the ready. Her eyes land on her flower pot, broken to pieces on the ground. She sighs, knowing she'll have to clean it later. Her eyes move to what is beside the pot. She gasps. Catching the attention of the man whose face is planted on the floor. So much for stealth.

"Oh.. Uhm.. Good evening, Marinette..?" he smiles cheekily, an all to familiar voice.

-LBxCN-

(Tom's POW)
When Tom entered her room, he had a slightly nervous look on his face till he realized he must of looked frightened and schooled his features immediately. He had popped his head into his trapdoor to tell his daughter that the dinner was ready, and then he had heard voices, coming from his daughters roof. And he couldn't figure out whether or not he was awake or dreaming.

So there he was, in her room. With several scenarios running through his head. What if they had a buglar on their roof? He slapped his face with his hand. How on earth could that be possible? Unless they had used a very, very long ladder. And then he heard it, a very feminine voice, most likely his daughter's, saying, "Well hello there stranger. My, that's a mighty long Baton you got there,"

Tom's eyes widened.

"Intimidate you?"

His eyes widened further.

His daughter snorted and said "You wish, kitty cat." He could almost hear the smirk in her voice. Who on earth was she talking to? She didn't sound alarmed, so she couldn't be in danger.

There were several minutes of silence, save for a couple of bangs. The next person to talk was the stranger again and he was panting. "Damn, Bugaboo. You sure know your way with a baton."

WHOA. Who was this guy? And what was his daughter doing? He had always feared the moment when his little princess would grow up, but he had never thought he would see the day when she was hooking up with strange strange men on the veranda. He rubbed his eyes. 'No, I must be dreaming...,'

"I know...," his daughter was panting too, "Plenty of practise."

Who knew that Marinette got around so much?

"Really? Who did you practise with?" the stranger was panting much louder now.

"L-Luka." Marinette didn't falter here, but was panting so hard she was stuttering a bit.

Tom's jaw dropped open. He was completely shocked. He had never even heard of this Luka guy.

The stranger responded with a particulary loud grunt. "I don't exactly fancy the guy, but if that's true then I must confess that he has taught you quite a lot."

"Hey! Don't give him all the credit," his daughter puffed. "I practise plenty on my own. And Alya and I do this together all the time."

There were more loud bangs coming from the veranda, and then he heard his daughter screaming "Oooooooh Kitty cat,"

And then he heard something crack. "Oh, Marinette. Look what you've done now. The water is flowing everywhere."

"Well, I'm sorry!" Marinette hissed trying to catch her breath. "I didn't imagine you would be able to move your head that fast. I thought you were tired!"

"Don't you ever underestimate my stamina again!" the male stated seriously. "I thought we knew each other by now. I am..." Tom missed out on this part, since the male started whispering. "and I can do anything! But if it makes you feel better you just barely got the tip of my head wet."

"It does satisfy me, actually." Marinette mumbled tiredly. "Now could you do me the favour and turn over a bit... yes... just like that."

There was a moment of silence, and then "Oh my God, Marinette. WATCH WHERE YOU SMACK THAT THING, IT'S HARD AS STONE." The stranger shouted.

"Did it hurt?" Marinette laughed.

"Yes! Did you think I like it hard?" he hissed "I'M IN GREAT PAIN OVER HERE."

Tom just couldn't bare to listen to this anymore. He climbed up the ladder and made a grand entrance upon the veranda. "AHA, young girl what's going on up here?!"

Marinette shouted from the top of her lungs, and Chat Noir almost fell off the veranda. "PAPA, what on earth are you doing here?!"

"I wanted to tell you that the dinner was ready downstairs, but then I heard this strange conversation." He turned to Chat Noir. "You. I've seen you before. What are you doing to my daugh-"

Both of them were fully clothed. What he saw was not what he had expected at all.

His daugter and Chat Noir were standing on opposite sides of the small veranda, and his daughter had a large baton in her hand. Chat Noir was reaching for it with his right hand, trying to get it back. With his other hand he was clutching his arm, which was bleeding a bit. The tips of his blonde hair were dripping with water. And his face was burning bright red.

"Papa, go downstairs. I'm kind of busy here." Marinette muttered. "I'll join you later."

Tom's face was starting to burn bright red too. He nodded, and then he silently made his way downstairs again.

-LB-x-CN-

(Marinette's POW)

"My, oh My." Chat Noir breathed. "I had not expected him to rush up here."

"Me neither." she wheezed. "I thought my heart was leaping out of my throat for a second." she closed her eyes. "I guess I'm grounded now, though."

"Why? Nothing happened?"

Marinette giggled. "Are you joking. My Papa does not like the thought that his little princess is all grown up."

"Well, I hope his not too hard on you. I do understand though. My father would kill me if he walked in after listening to such a conversation."

"It was fun though." she smiled.

"I...I'm going to leave now. I'll visit you in three days for our movie night." he paused, and turned on his heel. "Oh, and good luck with the fashion contest."

"I'll need it."

"Oh stop, I can't wait to wear your newest design!" he kissed her on her cheek. And then he was gone.

-LBxCN-

The room was dark. The only light that came in was from the streetlights through the windows. Marinette was sound asleep.

Thud.

Thud.

Knock knock.

Marinette opened one of her eyes. It sounded as if someone was on her veranda again. She rose from her bed, and climbed the ladder. She spotted something blue and white. Something tall. Something with red hair.

"Marinette, I need your help."