-He lifted his head up and saw this young lady, and here's what the lady said...-

Chat smirked as he landed silently at the front door of the bakery, looking briefly into the windows.

No one seemed to be awake, good. He began to pick the lock with his claws before slowly opening the door so it would not creak before he began to walk in.

He licked his lips as he spotted the pastries, all of them lined up neatly in their small trays, some on beautifully patterned doilies, but his eyes were only on the large piece of cheesecake, raspberry drizzled onto it in a delicate flower pattern.

"Perfect." He whispered, reaching for it before a voice made him freeze, his skin bubbling with goosebumps for a moment as the voice made his stomach jump.

"Moi, je m'appelle Mademoiselle Noir, et comme vous pouvez le voir je ne souris ni ris ni vis.
Et c'est tout ce qu'elle a dit..." Someone was singing, quite nicely in fact.

His ears perked up as he sniffed the air slightly, listening closely as the lyrics repeated a few times.

A females' voice, one that was quite familiar as well. He creeped forward onto the stairs, listening for creaks before he swiftly slipped up the winding staircase, listening as the sound of rushing water came to a halt, the door just before the stairs opening into the darkened hall.

Chat ducked back into the shadows as light poured out of the doorway, a girl, Marinette, he recognized, walked out wrapped in a large fluffy white towel, humming the song she had been singing.

Chat felt his face heat up, his eyes widening as his green orbs followed her body as she walked into another room, her bedroom he guessed.

Before he could stop himself, he was creeping forward, his body crouched a bit as he listened closely for any sort of unwanted movement.

Hearing none, he soon reached the door, seeing light peeking out from underneath the door and Marinette's voice humming as the sound of clothes ruffling came to his ears.

He opened the door just a pinch, looking in with one eye as Marinette slipped on her nightshirt, a pink shirt with small ladybugs on the hems of the seams.

He watched silently as she moved around the room for a moment before getting into her bed, turning off the lights, and slowly falling asleep.

After Chat could clearly hear her soft snores, he opened the door fully, walking into the room cautiously, listening closely for any signs of movement before he reached her bed.

Her hair was let down, her regular pig-tails taken out and letting her hair fan all around her head.

Like an angel, he thought, smiling slightly as he kneeled down, taking a small piece of her hair into his fingers, smelling the scent of her shampoo, a sort of sugary smell that made his heart throb and hunger build up in his heart, a hunger for Ladybug.

The same smell as Ladybug... He froze, letting go of her hair for a moment as his eyes combed over her face, her figure, her everything, exactly the same as Ladybug.

A small flash of red caught his eyes, dragging them to her ears where five small dots glimmered for a moment before dimming, the dots vanishing.

His body tightened up as his mouth fell open, his hands reaching forward as he touched her face, her skin smooth under his hands as he neared his face to hers, his eyes closing halfway as her natural smell invaded his senses, causing him to shudder.

This was his Ladybug, his Mademoiselle. He smiled, grinning actually, before he let her go, but not before pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth, trying not to let his hunger get the best of him.

"Sleep well, my Lady." He whispered, vanishing into the night once more, all thoughts of cheesecake forgotten, his own thoughts filled with his beautiful Ladybug.