There's no doubt that Blake misses the heated missions and explosive after-mission getaways. Memories of revealing the animal underneath the long tailored suit coat was enough to make the Faunus in her scream, ears twitch and for her juices to begin to flow. She was always so sore back then. Sore, but indescribably happy. Adam had left a void in her she couldn't fill with anyone else.
Sun, he had grown up on the streets, but he was no killer. His body was top notch - and she did enjoy licking those washboard abs, but he was too polite, to much of a joker... a good boy. She missed how her heart fluttered every time she was thrown to the ground, or pinned against a wall. She needed a bad boy. She needed Adam.
She reached for her ribbon - Adam hated that she wore it. "You are a Faunus." He said. "An animal. Now act like it!" That was always his favourite line before undoing her hair ribbon and with it, her clothes. More often than not she found herself bound by that very same ribbon. Adam loved seeing her squirm, taunting her in between his mind numbing thrusts.
Now that he was gone, she missed it. Her tongue fluttered over her fangs - trying to replicate the feeling of the night she first bit during their mouth to mouths. "You bit me, you little bitch!" He pulled back, the back of his hand spotted with blood. She was surprised at how quickly her mouth formed the words: "Wrong again, cat lover!" She pounced and never looked back. That night, amidst the stares and whistles, it was she who wore the long black coat back into camp - her outfit torn to shreds in their heated tussle. Later, as she blacked out curled up against his chest, stomach bursting with love pains, she knew she was addicted to the wild bull ride of a relationship.
As the White Fang's presence in Vale grew more malicious, she knew it was too late to stop what she had gotten into. Her heart beat only for Adam Taurus, but stories of the twin blades wielded by two Faunus lovers spread like wildfire! It was a common rally point for the resistance and a sensationalized mess for the humans she still kept in touch with. Adam's plans became more vindictive, targeting populated areas instead of the military outposts she was accustomed to.
"Why did it have to end?" She questioned, staring at the broken moon. Her hand slid off her scroll in her lap - too flustered to hold the device in place. Her other hand was buried between her thighs, she tasted iron as her fangs pierced her lower lip. Her pupils contracted into slits, jaw slacked. She came - thighs clenched tightly together, hips rubbing into slippery fingers as she moaned his name over and over agin, like a mantra. "Adam.."
Still crumpled on her side in the empty classroom Blake weakly reached out for her scroll. She knew she shouldn't. "I just want to hear his voice again. Just... one more time..." She thought to herself.
Her hand went went back to her ribbon again, fingernails like claws pressed to her palms. Shaking, she pulled it from her hair. "C-call... Adam Taurus..." She spoke into the darkness, voice cracking. She knew her body couldn't wait another second.
From between her unsteady breathing and the deafening silent Beacon halls, her heart pounded in her throat as the display on her scroll changed...
"Call Connected."