Hi! This is my first story with a rating M and it will have scenes containing sex in it. Im a bit of a prude honestly, but wanted to try something different. If you like it, let me know.

I don't know where it's going yet so come along for the ride!

Thanks all and stay safe!

Lady Rhi X

Who run the world?

Girls!

Music playing in the background while the models were strutting down the catwalk. Marinette was eagerly watching as her designs were being showcased at her end of year show. Every time the remixed version said 'girls', they posed in strong stances, her theme being strong females from history with a modern twist. The crowd was loving the display, awes coming from multiple areas as cameras flashed the designs when capturing each model from all angles.

Alya, at her side, was squeaking with excitement for her friend's eagerly anticipated show. Many top names in the crowd looking impressed, and she was hoping the after party would present her with many opportunities within the big names of fashion. This was one step closer to her dream becoming true.

Scanning the audience, her eyes recognised a familiar male model she had been in school with.

What a dick!

She rolled her eyes and brought Alya's attention to one of the onlookers.

"Girl you knew he'd be here, it's been all over Insta!"

"Why the fuck is he watching this show?" Marinette asked with loathing in her words. "Surely there's somewhere better for him to be."

When Adrien Agreste had first started at their school, he was always with Marinette's bully. Although he had never been mean to Marinette, by association, he had unwittingly segregated himself from the rest of the class. He had always been awkward around the whole class which had not helped exactly. The only other person who had ever managed to have a proper conversation with him was Nino. Chloe had soon put a stop to that by telling him Nino just wanted to use his connections. Her self importance and rude behaviour towards anyone who tried to integrate Adrien in their activities had quickly put a barrier up, soon people had come to the assumption that he was just like her: Too self involved, bratty and rich to even bother with anyone else.

"Least his dad seems to be impressed by your work!" Alya pointed over at Gabriel Agreste.

"How amazing would that be?" Marinette gushed over her idol. "I'd kill to have an apprenticeship with his firm!" Happy at this, Marinette focused back to the catwalk.

She had been let down last minute by one of her models, so as there was no way to get another person at such short notice, Marinette was wearing the last female inspired design making its debut on the runway. The last outfit had been modelled on her alter ego Ladybug. Black stiletto leather ankle boots made a feature out of her lean defined legs which were topped with low rise red denim pleated skirt, with black stitching and a ladybird charm on one of the belt hooks on the back. Her waist was slightly visible, under an off the shoulder black cotton top, with small red spots edging up one side accumulating in a ladybird broach just above her left bust. As her hair was already the correct colour, the red ribbons which had been intertwined into two long french plaits, contrasted nicely. She had finished this look with a masquerade mask matching her alter egos. Not wanting to temp fate, Marinette was not planning on actually putting it on her face, but just using it as an accessory in her hand.

"If you wear that mask, some might make the connection!" Alya had informed her. As Alya was also an occasional superhero of Paris, Marinette had unintentionally revealed her identity when changing in the school bathrooms some years ago. Marinette was lucky to have Alya as her best friend, she was so trustworthy and a fantastic ally. "Isn't it ironic that you've ended up wearing this ensemble!" Alya chuckled.

"All I need is my yo-yo and it would be complete!" Marinette joked along with her.

Now her best friend was holding her hand in a supportive gesture, before Marinette made her own debut on the catwalk. Having no experience, Alya thought her friend would be nervous, but Marinette was more concerned with showing off her designs to the audience of prestigious designers.

You'll do anything for me!

With this line of the track Marinette was strutting confidently on the catwalk, not looking out of place at all. Taking it all in, the lights, the camera flashes-

Girls!

Pose.

-the people, the music, the eyes focused on her.

Girls!

Pose, fuck this is immense!

Unlike the other models who had donned her designs, Marinette had a grin stretching from ear to ear now, the excitement and the reactions she could now see up close had got the better of her.

Urgh that knob head.

The smile was replaced on her face by a look of indifference, Adrien was coming up on her right as she was walking back towards the beginning of the catwalk. Sitting next to his father though so it was necessary she do her best.

Girls!

Fuck sake why here?

Her pose was right in front of Adrien, and because she had been so good with her eye contact on her other poses she chose to stick to what had been received well. At the same time, however she needed her inner Ladybug so without hesitation she lifted up her mask, tilted her head back slightly and looked down to her audience through the holes in the mask. Her other hand on her hip and one leg bent slightly, making sure to show of the details on her top as best she could.

In the split second she was posed her and Adrien made eye contact.

Did he just blush? What the-

Rolling her eyes internally, she made her way to the beginning of the catwalk where the other models had been emerging from. The audience now clapping, Marinette joined the end of the line, and they did one more circuit and then finished in poses.

Girls!

The light show and music finished and the white background of the room was now apparent in bright lights. The models clapping as Marinette beamed at the room, blushing now and feeling slightly more insecure as the adrenaline was wearing off. She stumbled off into the dressing area, Alya clung to her friend swaying her from side to side.

"Girl that was EPIC!" She exclaimed, Marinette winced because of how loud this was in her ear. "Gabriel Agreste was fixated on you when you were walking so fearlessly." She continued as they walked to where Marinette was getting changed. There were flutes of champagne waiting with a bunch of flowers. "And your poses-wow!" Alya peeked at the flowers. "Marinette these are from lover boy!" A twinkle now in her eye, as she sang her words.

Marinette checked out the card, half dressed with her regular clothes.

Your designs are purfect Marinette!

I know you'll be the Chat's meow.

"He's not my lover boy, he's just my friend!" She glanced at Alya, "Ladybug's lover boy but not mine, he doesn't even know we're one in the same!" She reminded Alya with a smirk.

"Ah ha," Alya raised her eyebrows, hushed tones now as no one could hear this next bit. "You still haven't told the guy you're fucking all over Paris, who you actually are?"

"Alya," Marinette chastised her, "we can discuss this later!"

She had a chuckle to herself at the way her life had turned out so far. As she had absolutely no time for relationships in her regular life, with being part of the crime fighting duo of Paris, focusing on her fashion designs and working in the bakery alongside her studies, Marinette had simply not had a serious relationship with a man. Marinette had got tired of releasing herself solo, so her and Chat Noir had come to an arrangement. They were best friends as their hero counterparts, his charms and obvious flirting had given her the idea, but they had no clue who each other was in their regular lives, it simply added to their fun! They trusted each other when they said they had both been virgins, and they had agreed to stop if either of them started seeing another. Marinette had also been on birth control for her hormones so they were covered. Losing her virginity to such an amazing friend had felt right, and their bodies seem to fit so well.

However, some years before this had started, Chat Noir had landed on her balcony during patrol one night. Marinette had been on her balcony at the time staring over Paris taking a break from her studies, and they had struck up a conversation. So in essence, Chat Noir was her friend, who had made it a weekly visit, they had confided in each other, helped each other, argued with each other, but fundamentally, became extremely good friends. Marinette was quite happy with having Chat Noir in her lives, she didn't know what she would do with out him now.

"-yes, she's right over here-"