Locked Out

A Miraculous Ladybug fanfiction

By Mintaka14

Chapter Two - Unlocked

The knock came again, and Luka sighed, dropping the towel that he'd been rubbing over his damp hair around his shoulders. He padded out of the bathroom and over to the front door, yanking it open.

"Jules, if you've forgotten your keys again, I swear –" the words died as he met the insanely blue eyes that he'd been dreaming about ever since he'd first seen them. Her gaze slid over the towel around his shoulders, and dropped to the towel around his waist, and then jerked back up to his face again, which he was pretty sure was turning all sorts of red.

"Here!" she squeaked. "For you. If you want them, the box, I mean. Not the underwear. That's Juleka's, obviously, not that she can't have what's in the box too. Because I made enough for both of you, and oh God I'm going to just stop talking now."

With a strangled sound, she shoved a pair of silk and lace underpants at him, and a box with them. He caught box and underwear by reflex.

Unfortunately, the movement dislodged his towel, and he could feel it sliding. There was a confused moment when he grabbed for it, bobbled the box, and heard Marinette squeak. Through the dim mists of his awareness, it occurred to him that she'd probably automatically tried to catch the towel before it could go too far south. That was not, however, where her hands ended up.

There was a frozen moment when Luka became very conscious of small, warm hands on his bare skin, the towel caught and scarcely preserving his modesty as her palms pressed into the dip under his abdominal muscles. Wide blue eyes lifted to stare up at him in horror. Luka drew in a slow, calming breath and let it out, desperately trying to think unsexy thoughts. Those gorgeous blue eyes of hers were not making that easy.

"Out here? Really?" his sister's voice drawled. "Are you trying to get us kicked out of the building for public indecency?"

Yep. That would do it. Luka looked up to find Juleka in the hallway, her hands full of shopping bags. Marinette squeaked again, and snatched her hands back, and somehow Luka managed to catch at the towel, the box and the underpants still perched on top without losing any of them. He ended up wedged awkwardly against the doorframe with the towel trapped between the wall and his hips, and the box wobbling precariously as he tried to tuck the towel more firmly into place, while his sister stalked towards him and Marinette turned a brilliant shade of red.

"Oh, hey, Marinette," Juleka said casually. "You've met my idiot brother, right?"

She edged past them both, plucking the pair of underpants off the box in Luka's hand as she went past. He felt a hand on his back, and a sudden shove, and then there was the sound of the door closing and Juleka's evil cackle on the other side.

"Jules! I'm going to kill you," he growled. His sister laughed harder.

Luka knew, even before he put his hand on the door handle, that it would be locked. It didn't stop him from frantically jerking at the handle while Marinette watched with wide eyes. Finally, he accepted the inevitable, and turned back to his dream girl with a sigh.

"If I strangle my sister, will you testify that it was justifiable homicide at my trial?" he asked. Marinette gave a choke of laughter.

"For the right offer, I'll help you hide the body."

"What would you consider the right offer?" His worldly goods. His songs. His heart… she could have all of it.

That beautiful smile turned a little mischievous. "I'm sure I can think of something."

One of the neighbours emerged from their door and threw them a scandalised look, and Luka remembered that he was still a little less than fully attired as the neighbour scurried away. He glanced back at Juleka's door, which was still firmly closed. He sighed.

"In the meantime, I guess I'm stuck out here until Jules decides to take pity on me."

Marinette held up a finger in the sign for wait.

"Give me a minute," she told him, and before he could say anything, she'd disappeared down the hall and up the staircase to the next floor.

About the point when he realised that it was rather chilly in the corridor in nothing but a towel that was feeling smaller all the time, it occurred to him that he was actually standing around in the corridor in nothing but a damp towel at the request of a woman he'd only met twice under odd circumstances. That didn't bother him as much as it probably should have.

He was still holding the box Marinette had shoved at him.

It did cross his mind that maybe he'd been the victim of some weird practical joke. Before he had a chance to get really worried, however, he heard the sound of returning footsteps on the stairs, and Marinette rounded the corner. She was focused on the black case in her hands and whatever she was pulling out of it, an adorable frown on her face, and as she got closer he saw the light catch on something metal. It looked like a peculiar ring of keys.

Marinette walked past him and bent down to the door handle. Luka lifted his eyes to the ceiling. The curve of her ass in those jeans was not something he wanted to be thinking about in the middle of the very public hallway, particularly while he was in a state of undress. He shuffled uncomfortably in his towel, listening to her muttering under her breath.

"I always wanted to try this," she said, and he realised she was talking to him. "It turns out there are locksmithing courses you can do, and if I'd had my kit with me the other day I might not have had to climb up the balcony, but then we wouldn't have met, which would have been a shame."

Yes! he agreed with silent fervour.

"Still, at least it means I can try it out now, and …" Finally, there was a click, and Marinette straightened. "Tadah!"

She beamed at him, and reached out to turn the handle, swinging the door wide open.

"I knew that would come in handy one day," she told him triumphantly as she slid the tool back into its case.

Luka came to a realisation that he was making a strange whining noise when she tilted her head quizzically.

"Marry me," Luka said, and the words only caught up with him when he saw her eyes go wide. He scrubbed one hand over his face. "Oh, God."

"Luka?"

"I've been trying to work out a way to ask you out that didn't make me sound like a complete creep," he admitted ruefully. "This was not what I had in mind. I don't suppose there's any chance of talking you into going out to dinner with me after this, is there?"

Her eyes flicked down and back up, so fast that he wasn't sure he'd seen it.

And then she bit her lip. The look she gave him from under the sweep of her dark lashes with those devastating eyes of hers left him wondering if he was having an out of body experience.

"Oh, I don't know." The purr he could hear in her voice fried whatever functional brain cells he had left. "You might be able to persuade me. It might be a good idea to put some pants on first."

"Pants. Yes. Right." He looked around vaguely as if they might magically appear, and Marinette giggled, one hand going to her mouth. "Pants before dinner. Tonight?" he asked hopefully.

Words.

Would be useful.

Marinette smiled at him like the breaking dawn. "Tonight would be good. Juleka has my phone number." She was walking backwards slowly towards the staircase, her eyes still on him and her smile bright.

"Call me," she said shyly, and pivoted on her heel, running lightly up the stairs before Luka could collect his wits enough to respond.

Luka had no idea how he managed to walk inside, or get clothes on, but he was sitting on the couch in jeans and a tshirt and staring into space when Juleka came out of the bathroom and did a double take.

"How on earth did you get in? I locked that," she said, and eyed the wide open front door. She kicked Luka's bare foot a few times until he blinked and focused.

"Marinette," he said blissfully, and Juleka's eyes narrowed. "Did you know she can pick locks?"

There was a long moment while his sister stared down at him. He opened Marinette's box which had somehow ended up intact. It was full of macarons, and he absently ate one. It was amazing.

"She's incredible," he sighed, and Juleka rolled her eyes, reaching for the macarons. Luka glared at her, and snatched the box away.

"You locked me out. You don't get Marinette's macarons." He took another one and stared at it thoughtfully. " Macaron. That's pretty. Maybe we could name our first child Macaron."

"What the hell did she do to your brain?" Juleka said incredulously. "You might want to wait at least a few months before you start planning the wedding and a family, though."

"Oh, I already proposed," Luka said vaguely. "She thought we should get dinner first."

There was an even longer silence this time, then… "You what?"

He had a feeling that there was something he was supposed to remember.

Dinner. Marinette.

Tonight!

She'd said yes. She'd said yes!

He looked down, and he was definitely wearing pants. Marinette had said that that was important.

"Can I have Marinette's phone number?" he asked Juleka.

She blinked. "So… you proposed to her… but you don't have her phone number," she said slowly. "That makes sense. Seriously, I'm a little terrified right now of what might happen if you two do get married and have kids together."

Luka felt a goofy smile spread across his face at the thought. Juleka shook her head, and, in spite of his protest, swiped a macaron from the box he was guarding.

"Damn, that's good," she mumbled around a mouthful, and pulled out her phone with her other hand to send him the number. "I'd ask if she knows what she's getting herself into, but honestly, she's even more bonkers than you are. You're a perfect pair."

"I certainly hope so," Luka agreed happily, and wandered away with the box full of macarons to call Marinette.

Ed notes: Fenheart87 and Quickspinner deserve the credit (or the blame) for Mari's lockpicking adventures and the direction that this chapter took. I wanted a second chapter, I had bits for a second chapter kicking around in my files, and then Fen threw out the plunny idea of a locksmithing meet-cute, Quick made a few suggestions, and lightning struck. And here we are. With thanks, as always, to LBSC Enablers Inc.