Rebellion; opposition to one in authority or dominance.

"Shhhhh! If you keep giggling we're going to get caught."

"Sorry."

Adrien and Nino were waiting at the bottom of Adrien's window in front of the girls as they began to sneak out of Gabriel Agreste's jail like mansion. At seventeen years old Adrien shouldn't have to do something as juvenile as this, but with an over protective father he had no other choice.

The gang were off to do something slightly illegal, well illegal for everyone but Alya.

Alya was the only one who had hit legal clubbing age in the group. The idea was to meet at the Agreste mansion for a sleepover, before sneaking out to meet the rest of the gang for a night of clubbing in the Paris city centre. Thanks to Nino's contacts they could sneak through a back entrance and into a VIP area, hopefully keeping Adrien out of the headlines for the night and skip being ID'd.

Adrien stepped forward ready to grab Marinette who was last to leave his room. She was last to work her way down the rope and onto freedom. Adrien sometimes thought his father loved Marinette more than him, especially after the great presentation she'd delivered at her intern interview a week back. He was quite sure she was the reason they'd got this far, it was her determination that allowed the sleepover in the first place.

He opened his arms making sure the bluenette wouldn't end up face planting in his mother's beloved rose garden, or breaking her arm, only to be shocked when she launched herself down the rope and onto the floor beside him, landing every inch the Olympic gymnast, even wearing three inch heels.

"Great jump." He winked causing her to blush the shade of red he was beginning to love see radiating off her cheeks. If he was lucky enough some days he could make it take over the entirety of her face.

"So now we're free, are you ready for your night of rebelling?"

"I think it's already began, Nino." Adrien exclaimed as he offered his friend a pat on the back. Nino let out a chuckle and then pulled his phone from his pocket opening the notes page.

"Number one - sneak out the house (check)" Nino continued to read the list they'd created on the last get together. The catalyst for Adrien's night of rebellion. "Number two - meet up with two hot chicks (check)"

"As much as we don't like being referred to as chicks, I can't deny that we do actually look hot." Alya let out a laugh as they began to make their way out of the gates of hell.

For the first time that evening he fully looked at Marinette. She had her hair down and slightly curled, the model in him called it beach waves. He couldn't help but notice how attractive she was looking that evening, time definitely did Marinette Dupain-Cheng well. The skater skirt she was wearing was black and just short enough to show that the girl did indeed have killer pins. He looked down her legs which seemed never ending and met with the red heels settled onto each foot. Her legs were perfectly toned and smooth, everything a seventeen year old boy would approve of, and he was indeed a seventeen year old boy.

"I can't deny that, Alya." Adrien smiled at his two friends, he was lucky to be able to hang round with such natural beauties. He noticed Marinette's face turn as red as the top she was wearing. Off the shoulders and only down to her midriff. He was sure she'd be taking most men's attention tonight and felt like he needed to protect her. For some reason, other men looking at his good friend wasn't sitting well with him.

"Thank you, Adrien." Marinette smiled at her friend before linking arms with Alya and making their way in the direction of the club.

Adrien tried to walk with his head down as much as possible. Tonight would not be the night to draw attention to himself. It was going to be a fun night, one where for once in his life he could act his age, and experience the things his friends were beginning to do weekly. Though Nino's checklist did include getting drunk, that he wasn't too fond of, especially if he wanted to keep Marinette away from preying eyes, or if there was another akuma attack.

Nino took the lead jumping in front of the group to escort them to the club he'd secured entry to. Kim, Alix, Mylene and Ivan would be waiting out front for them, it was clear everyone was typed for the evenings adventures. Nino's main aim: get Adrien Agreste drunk.

"I can't wait to dance." Marinette announced to her friends, it had been a while since she'd managed to escape the confines of her room and have the energy to do something other than to fall asleep at someone else's house.

"I'll be keeping an eye on you missy! Especially after last time."

Adrien looked between the two girls as Marinette pulled a face of sheer desperation.

"What happened last time?" Adrien couldn't help but ask Alya out of general curiosity. Marinette was a good dancer so why wouldn't Alya want her to dance. He knows that the hand full of times they'd danced together she was fabulous.

"Let's just say my girl here has some hidden tricks."

"Alya!" Marinette shouted, indicating for her friend to shut up.

"Come on Nette, he needs to know just in case he's on the other end of it." Nino came to join his girlfriend as Marinette slowed her step to match that of Adrien.

"Fine!" Marinette looked around her looking for inspiration to tell Adrien her 'special tricks'. "I'm actually quite ... flexible."

"Flexible?" Adrien asked.

"Quite?" Alya frowned. "Quite would be someone who could just about do the splits. You my girl are a lot more than quite."

Marinette's face matched the red of her top as she sped off in front of them.
"I'm not having this conversation." She responded, moving her way down the street towards the club.

"Oh come on Mari! You know how much Luka enjoyed seeing you place your legs behind your head." Nino just had to continue. He couldn't just leave it alone for everyone else to deal with.

"Legs behind ... woah!" Stopping in the middle of the pavement, Adrien only just missed being stamped on by the many people heading the same way. He shook his head removing any thoughts which shouldn't be there, which he can honestly say was a lot. Marinette was flexible? This was ... interesting information.

Once Adrien's legs were walking again he managed to catch up with his friends as the chosen club came into view, though his view of Marinette had suddenly changed dramatically. What else had he missed? The place was crowded, and it made sense as to why Nino was so set on them coming. Obviously it was a highlight of the Paris clubbing scene.

"You sure we're going to get in?" Adrien asked his friend before waving over to the others who were already waiting to enter in.

As the music boomed out the venue Adrien couldn't help the fear flowing through his veins mirroring the hard vibrations of the base. If his father found out he was here underage he would be dead. Full on murdered and hung out for all to see that the young model had disobeyed his fathers wishes, that rebelling only caused issues.

"Dude, it's fine. I've already sorted it out, can you do me a favour though?" Nino's squeamish expression sent Adrien into mild panic. He prayed to God Nino wasn't going to force him to show himself too much.

"Should I be scared?"

A unanticipated squeak sounded over the music causing both boys to turn their heads to Marinette. The girl looked like she was going to pass out. She caught Adrien's eye and lifted her hand to give him a little wave.

"You need to enter with Marinette."

"There's nothing wrong with that." Adrien said, smiling at the bluenette who looked as though she was about to burst at the seems.

"Yeah, well because of you being, well you know ... you. You're going to need to hide yourself from the paparazzi waiting outside , so we thought maybe you and Marinette could enter like a loved up couple who can't keep themselves to themselves."

Nino waited for Adrien's reaction, and to be honest it was nothing like he expected.

"So you want me to cuddle to Marinette when we enter hiding my face?" He looked over to his friend again before turning back to Nino. "That sounds like a good plan."

Nino whooped as he gave Marinette thumbs up. She couldn't help but focus her partner for the evening, he actually looked happy. Ha, what was she thinking? This was Adrien Agreste, he was just to sweet to deny anyone anything. Marinette still couldn't believe she was almost eighteen and hiding away her feelings for Adrien, they got on so well now she was sure either way he would be sweet and gentle.

She began to make her way over to him as the others made their way to the back entrance of the club, Nino and Alya in the lead.

"Looks like it's me and you this evening, I hope that's ok?" Adrien slung one of his arms over Marinette's shoulders as they followed the train of their friends.

"It's a dream come true," Marinette sighed before pulling herself back to the present, "I mean it's fine."

"Are you sure? Your face has turned purple?"

Marinette reached up to her cheeks and patted them down, now was not the time for this to happen. Darn her facial responses to Adrien Agreste. He was the only one who had this effect on her and she wasn't sure why or how? She was over him? Wasn't she? ... oh, who was she kidding, she'd never be over him.

"I'm fine, but you need to hide your face a little." Egging him on, she knew this was something she was going to regret. His face buried into the side of her neck.

"How about this?"

"Oh, so good!" She didn't even try to correct her verbal vomit this time, what was the point? She was digging a hole and sometimes it would just be easier to stay in it.

"You smell amazing Marinette. What perfume do you use?" and those were the words that officially killed her off. Adrien liked her smell. He was smelling her and he liked it. Oh dear kwami's, this was too much.

"Guys, quickly! Keep up will you." Alix shouted back to Adrien and Marinette.

"Yeah, stop flirting! I need to get drunk!" Kim responded looking back at how Adrien had began to nuzzle into Marinette's neckline. She couldn't help but think he was behaving like a cat. Chat Noir had nuzzled her plenty of times on patrol and this was kind of similar.

"We're coming!" Marinette responded, speeding up hers and Adrien's steps.

Once they had entered the club two things became apparent. One; it was packed out, and two; it was ridiculously hot.

The gang were led over to a booth which had been saved for them. Each took it in turns to thank Nino for this amazing experience, especially when a round of shots and two huge cocktail bowls were bought over free of charge. Each taking a shot they saluted Nino and downed it, cringing from the burning sensation leaving a trail down to their stomachs.

"Who wants to dance?" Marinette shouted out, standing and making her way to the dance floor. "Adrien?" It seemed the liquid courage was already kicking in and she offered her hand out to the blonde boy. In a split second his hand was firmly placed in hers and they were making their way to the packed out dance floor.

He looked around at the different couples and groups on the dance floor and it's safe to say he's never danced like what he's seeing at the moment. He watched for a couple of minutes before grabbing Marinette's hips and pulling her close. She followed his lead, pushing her body close to his and allowed Adrien to take the lead. It was fair to say she did not expect to be dirty dancing with him tonight, or ever to be honest. It wasn't something she ever thought he would do ... how wrong was she. The couple smiled at each other before Adrien leant down to whisper in his partners ear.

"Is this ok? I have no idea what I'm doing." He announced.

"I think you're doing a great job." He pulled his head back a little and noticed the smile on her face, and for the first time since meeting Marinette Dupain-Cheng his heart fluttered. Actually fluttered, exactly the same as what it did for his lady. If he had a choice, Marinette would be the only girl he danced with this evening, she fit him so perfectly and he couldn't deny the feeling of holding her. It felt reassuring to have her there.

They continued to dance for another few songs getting caught up in each others movements before heading back to the table.

"Drink?" Adrien offered. The others had since joined them on the dance floor leaving the booth empty. None of them interrupted the dance though, knowing how much the raven haired beauty would be enjoying herself.

Marinette dropped onto the edge of the booth they were currently occupying whilst Adrien went to the bar. She couldn't deny her feet the rest they needed. Seriously she can run through Paris in basically no shoes yet heels were sent to destroy her. Marinette watched the retreating Adrien as he made his way to the bar. For someone who'd never been to a club before he seemed to be fairing well. He was having fun, and there was nothing more she ever wanted for her great friend ... great, great friend ... her why isn't he my boyfriend friend. Damn him and his amazing good looks and personality.

Adrien couldn't stop smiling as he went to grab them both a drink. He was having a great time and dancing with Marinette felt so right. They moved in sync and seemed to compliment each other, plus it didn't hurt holding such a pretty girl close to him. She looked gorgeous tonight, she always looked good but there was something different there. Something he couldn't place. Something he'd never noticed before.

A hand reached out and stopped him from walking. He looked down and noticed some vibrant red nails. He gasped. Was it Ladybug? Wait no, she wouldn't paint her nails like her alter ego would she? He looked over and found a blonde wearing a very tight and provocative bright red dress. It framed each of her curves, and his teenage body couldn't help but respond to the display just below his eye-line.

"Are you Adrien Agreste?" She spoke in a gruff voice which just didn't match her body at all, he placed it down to a lot of smoking. She stepped closer and it was undeniable that he was right. The smell was horrendous.

"Errrmmm... yeah! I'm just grabbing a drink for me and my -" if he wanted to get out of this he needed to think smart. "My girlfriend." He pointed over to the table where he'd left Marinette and panicked at the sight. A guy was pushing himself on her. He could see the uncomfort on Marinette's face and the sheer need to defend her was incredible.

"Excuse me." He moved himself away from the woman now attempting to grasp at him. Pulling his arm away he stalked over to his friend and positioned himself to look bigger than he was. Adrien's muscle mass had increased over the years and he was no longer the skinny model he once was, all thanks to his extra activities, and he knew if he played it right his soft nature would be hid under a terrifying power of muscle.

Marinette noticed him striding over, thank you. The guy which had came to sit near her was severely intoxicated and getting far too close for comfort. His hand was placed on her thigh and she could tell he was attempting to move her skirt higher up exposing her skin. All she wanted to do was turn full Ladybug mode and kick his ass, but that would draw attention to them and that wouldn't be good for Adrien when they shouldn't be there anyway.

"I believe you're making the lady uncomfortable." Adrien's honey like voice flew over the music and pulled her assailants attention to him. Marinette was sure she was going to swoon. He was saving her and beefing himself out the way that created a new colour of red to appear on her face.

"The lady?" The guy started to laugh, finally moving his hand from Marinette's thigh. He was still far too close for her to completely relax though. "We're having a good time here. She doesn't need a pretty boy like you coming to try and act macho to protect her." He turned back to Marinette and grasped the back of her neck trying to pull her face to his own.

Within a matter of seconds the guy had been pulled from the seat and was now lying on the floor besides the table, blood streaming out of his nose. Marinette looked up at Adrien who was studying his hand. She could see the slight swell and bruises already forming on his beaten knuckles, he'd obviously hit the guy pretty hard. He shook off his left hand as he pointed down at the guy collapsed on the floor.

"You dare touch her again and I swear you won't be walking out of here."

Marinette sat in complete awe at her crush. He'd protected her, he'd saved her. Adrien turned back and let out a shy smile to Marinette unsure whether she would be happy or bite his head off. Placing a hand behind his neck, he began to rub unconsciously in a nervous twitch she always found so endearing.

"Thank you." She whispered. He offered her hand and pulled her into his chest.

"Your fathers going to kill you when he see's your hand."

His laughing vibrated through his chest and into her own.

"I know, but it was worth it. He shouldn't have been touching you. I'm sure my father will understand." Adrien inwardly cringed, he actually had no idea how he was getting out of this. Perhaps he could say they were in the park and someone approached Marinette? Either way his father was going to be less than happy.

"Thank you my hero," she spoke again, "you really are a great friend."