Summary: Marinette has had enough of being Mom's good girl, and decides to change her look so her Mom knows she's not taking how she's being treated anymore. Adrien suggests a shopping trip, but he doesn't expect her to be so attractive when he visits her as Chat Noir later that night.

Warning: Language and Mild sexual content.

Marinette was fuming as she threw her phone across the table. She had her credit card ready, and looked at Alya, Nino and Adrien.

"I'm done, I can't actually take it anymore." She huffed, staring at her best friend with hostile eyes. "I'm going AWOL."

"Why?" Adrien asked curiously.

"Because her mom's a jerk when it comes to loosening up. She's like Queen of Boredom." Alya answered. Marinette scowled.

"I need rebellious." She decided. Alya grinned, raising an eyebrow.

"No, you have rebellious. You need reckless." Adrien had no idea where Marinette had gotten her spur of rebellious behaviour from, but he felt nervous for anyone near her right now. Including himself.

"You need shopping." Adrien lifted his head, and he knew from previous experience that changing his look pissed his control freak father beyond anything else, "A new look'll probably bust your mom's fuse." He gave his input with a small smile and Marinette gave him her flustered smile.

"He is so right." Alya grinned, and Adrien sighed, about to leave.

"I'm going to go to class. You guys going or are you bunking?" He asked, the suggestion making Marinette's eyes sparkle.

"Yeah, we'll see you tomorrow, okay?" She replied. Apparently she didn't know the school's protocol on cutting class.

"Uh, ri- sure." He started. He'd see her a lot sooner than tomorrow.

Marinette was grinning as Alya dragged her to the shopping mall.

"Right, I'm going to make you look really different!" Alya took her to the clothes shop."First we're going to get you some clothes- really rebellious, like shorts and a cropped T-shirt, that's going to capture your mom's attention. Nino knew, at some point, Marinette would cower out of it, and- not wanting to be there when she did- made a weak excuse to leave.

"Adrien's old man is going to flip if he's left completely alone the whole day." Nino left, running out of the mall. Marinette was dragged around to completely different shops, and by the time she was finished, she had dark black hair with purple streaks, and purple contact lenses. She wore a pair of black denim shorts that were really too short and way too revealing, showing too much skin in Chat's eyes. Her T-shirt was black with silver writing that said "Kitty's little bitch" in cursive. Not to mention her pierced lip, which attracted men's attention, too. Marinette looked at the wall, awaiting her parents' return. The window was tapped at twice, and she opened the window. Chat walked in, then stumbled headfirst into her. His breath hitched at the same time his mouth dried. He tried not to lick his lips.

Holy shit, she was gorgeous.

"Hey, Chat." She sat down, her legs crossed. His eyes roamed her legs, and he found himself staring at her. "Chat?"

"H-hey, Marinette." He really hadn't expected for her to be so... different. Good different, he knew, and she blushed under his gaze. "What happened to you?"

"Ouch." She responded.

"No I didn't mean it like that!" He blurted out, "You look hot, Mari, really." She took his hand, pulled him in, and he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, grinning.

"What?" She asked, innocent as ever.

"Oh, I don't know. You look really adorable." He smiled, "rebellious."

"You're my inspiration, Kitty." He leaned back, reading her T-shirt.

"I thought we were supposed to be a secret." He whispered.

"We were, but I'm sick of hiding our relationship." She gripped his suit, "I want more from you, and you want more of me, right?" He nodded.

"Y-Yeah." Damn, he wished his voice was more steady.

"Then why should we hide away from everyone? I want everyone to know exactly who you belong to." He trembled under her teasing touch.

"And who do I belong to?" He asked, shakily.

"Me." She whispered, "You know who I am, Chaton?" She traced his jawline with her finger.

"Marinette."

"Not just Marinette." She whispered, pulling part of his suit off, revealing his throat. She peppered his throat with kisses, and he shivered. "I'm also a certain little bug." Maybe she was being reckless. Maybe she shouldn't have confessed her biggest secret to him, maybe not yet.

"Ladybug?" He gasped out, before releasing a moan. "Oh God, that's good."

Her mother unlocked the door, and Marinette drew back.

"Hide, Chaton!" She hissed.

"I'll just go." He replied, knowing she was in deep trouble.

"Oh, right..." She kissed his cheek.

"Don't let the kitty cat's scratch." He flirted, pecking her cheek.

"But I like you scratching." She smirked. He blushed, crimson, and looked at her in a new light, with no other option but to silently slip into the shadows. She couldn't see anything but his emerald, shining eyes. Her stomach tightened, and she felt flustered. Her mother opened the door.

"Francis, I will be at the meeting-" Her jaw dropped when she caught sight of Marinette, "By nine, yes. Give me a minute with my daughter." The brief time she'd dropped her mask had gone, she crossed her leg, showing her skin.

"Hey Mom." She said carelessly.

"What do you think you're doing?" She demanded, "You'll be throwing your career away early! I got us a dinner with the Agreste family tomorrow, and look at you!"

"Well Adrien won't care," Marinette shrugged, "His dad's not gonna be in charge of the company for long, and guess who's heir to the business? Adrien. And since it was Adrien who suggested I change my look, I'm pretty sure I can get a job there." She smirked, shrugging. She threw her hair behind her shoulders, smug.

"Not my point. Wash that awful colour out! Get that stupid piercing out, and wear something presentable for tomorrow. If you don't, then I'll tell Adrien's father to not let Adrien anywhere near you." Chat grinned, and slipped his ring into his pocket, walking out and wrapping his arms around Marinette's waist.

"Yeah, but I can't resist your daughter, Mrs Cheng." Her mother spluttered, coughed, and even Marinette felt shock. She hadn't let Adrien in, had she?

Oh fuck, she'd let Chat in. And Chat was Adrien.

Oh fuck, she was screwed.

So was he, at that point.

"I- I- How long have you two been dating? Are you- Have you both-" Adrien smoothed his hair down, looking slightly nervous.

"No, Ma'am, we haven't done it. I was helping Marinette with homework, and she was nervous about you finding out our little secret- we didn't want the paparazzi all over us, like they are." Adrien kissed her cheek and she turned her head, so their lips met.

"I- I can't believe this. I'm phoning your father."

"That'd be great, if you had his personal number. I've got to go, but I'll see you in school tomorrow, Marinette." He rubbed her shoulder. When he was behind her mother, he mouthed the words: "I'll be back, Bugaboo."

She blushed, crimson.

Adrien smirked, and knew he had her mother stumped. She stuttered, and left for her meeting. Her daughter was crazy, and she needed help. Adrien crept through the window, his eyes showing defeat.

"Adrien?" She squeaked.

"You know, it's harder than you think to climb a two-storey house when you're not a superhero." She rolled her eyes, pulling him closer.

"Yeah, I gathered, kitty." She smiled, circling him.

"I heard you like it when I scratch. Maybe we can figure something out." He pushed her on the bed, his breath hot against her bare skin.

When she went to dinner the next night, she wore long sleeves, and covered her neck with a shawl. She looked elegant, but when she met Adrien's gaze, she blushed.

He grinned, eating his dinner, whilst she struggled to manage to sit completely still for the dinner.

Well, she wanted reckless or rebellious.

She got both.