"That was great. Which is to say, it was pretty bad," Blake says, eating the last bits of popcorn she had.

"I thought it was okay. More brain dead than anything," you respond, tossing an overpriced drink cup away. Damn you, movie theaters, and your expensive foodstuffs…

"Exactly. I love brain dead movies. Especially if it involves poorly developed romances and an unjustified shootout."

"…yeah they just started blasting didnt they" You think about the film you just watched, the climax of which… yeah, Blake was right, there was little reason for a gunfight to breakout.

"It's always fun to turn things off for a while. Especially if it's this late; I can't wait to just DROP into bed with thoughts of bad one-liners." Blake pops her last corn in her mouth and tosses the bag.

You and Blake move past the line of theaters, returning to the lobby where things were pretty much dead. It was the weekend, and Blake had an odd sleeping schedule anyway, so you decided to catch a movie that ended at about 11pm. Ergo, even the food counter was empty, and the last of the other attendees left to go to their cars. The room fills with… well, it would be silence if not for…

"Huh," Blake vocalizes, looking outside the great glass windows of the theater. "The app said that wasn't supposed to start until like, four in the morning."

You and Blake look outside and watch a heavy bout of rain pour down. Everyone else had already left, braving the weather and returning to their cars–something you and Blake lack. You walked to the theater from Beacon, looking forward to a quiet, romantic walk back, but now there were however many inches of rain between you and a bed.

"So what're the chances of getting a cab this late?" you ask.

"About as good as there suddenly being a bus that goes from right outside to back to Beacon."

"So we're stuck walking back in the rain?"

"We're stuck walking back in the rain," Blake answers. Not wasting any time, she removes her heels and deposits them in her purse. "I'd take the rest off too, but society would take issue with that~" she teases, lifting up the edge of her date-night dress before dropping it. "So just the heels for now."

"You're going barefoot?"

"Lesson one about women, Briar, heels and wet sidewalk don't mix. I'll just boost my Aura a bit. I'd recommend you do that, too, unless you want to walk in squishy socks."

"You raise a good point." You remove your shoes and socks, the focus your Aura on the soles of your feet. You and Blake gaze out the windows and each take a breath. You have a Yang-inspired moment and say, "*Water* we waiting for?"

Blake groans. Smiling, she says, "Come on, I thought this was at least going to be somewhat romantic. Don't ruin the mood."

Returning Blake's grin, you open the door outside and hold it. "After you, then."

"What a gentleman I've found."

With a final breath, Blake takes the plunge and walks outside into the rain, almost immediately getting soaked. You follow after her and start walking towards Beacon. Thankfully, it's not a MASSIVE walk, and it isn't too cold, so the rain wasn't nearly as bad as it could be. You and Blake trudge through the soaked sideways, enjoying the nice, if odd, time together.

Eventually, the rain lets up a tiny bit, going from a downpour to now a lighter sprinkle. Now that several hundred drops of water weren't pounding on you, you could really enjoy the atmosphere. The light bouncing off of the wet film everything had filled the night with a hazy glow, actually providing more visibility than you'd expect. Your Faunus nose greatly appreciates the smell of rain hitting the pavement; you much prefer the scent of petrichor to that of smog and city. Even the sounds of the city were muted by the weather, the pitter-patter dulling the noise of engines and cars.

And then there was Blake. You could tell she was actually loving this. The rain didn't bother her at all, and she seemed to glide across the ground with a weightless step, as if she was used to the rain.

"So," Blake says, breaking the tranquil silence. "Here's what's going to happen when we get back." She pauses, seemingly waiting for a response. Just as you open your mouth, she adds, "We're going to go to your room. My team will be asleep, and I DEFINITELY can't clean up and change and everything silently."

You feel a tingle rush through you. Blake was inviting herself into your room! At night! Blake's bow twitches towards you, reminding you to behave. You suck in air and try not to vocalize your excitement too much.

"I'm thinking… I take a quick shower in your bathroom, steal one of your shirts to wear, and then sneak back into my room. Then, you can shower and change and all that once I'm gone. How's that sound?"

A nervous cough escapes your mouth before words do. "Y-yeah. That sounds fine. Can't expect you to go back dripping wet." Blake was going to take a shower in your bathroom! She HAS to know what she's saying! "Not like anyone else is there–"

"–Stop," Blake demands, curtly. You halt your step, wondering what her tone was about. She turns to you and smiles. "Sorry, but it just occurred to me that I didn't want to pass this chance up."

Taking your hand, Blake reaches up and kisses you full force on the lips. It takes you a second to understand that the two of you are directly under a streetlight with a gorgeous rainy backdrop; you lean in and reciprocate Blake's cheesy, romance-novel-cover kiss. Through the drops of rain, you feel Blake's warmth as your skin meets. After a prolonged embrace punctuated by the sound of rain, she breaks off the kiss, giggling with pleasure.

Pressing her forehead against yours, Blake whispers, "Okay, I totally see why that's such a cliche."

After your return to earth, you whisper back, "Yeah, I think I do to."

"Come on, we're almost back. Kissing in the rain is cute and all, but I'm freezing." You pull Blake in for a hug, sharing your warmth for a moment. She nuzzles her head into your shoulder and says, "Thank you."

Soon after, you and Blake make it back to campus completely soaked. You step into the mostly unused wing your room resides in and simply revel in the fact that it was dry and warm. After wringing out some of the water on your clothes, you find your way to your room and open it up. You almost collapse onto your bed, but remember that doing so would leave a you-shaped wet spot. After you hand Blake an extra-extra-large shirt you sleep in, she disappears into the bathroom to shower.

You sigh. Tonight was… strange. The movie was meh, not that you watched it for the plot, the walk home was… wet, and now you're dripping onto your carpet while your girlfriend steals your shower.

oh right you should probably change clothes youre getting water everywhere…

Peeking back at your bathroom door, you remove your shirt. A bit paranoid that Blake would jump out of the bathroom at any moment, you position yourself in the corner to take off your pants and boxers. Quickly sliding into new, dry clothes, you then sit on your bed and wonder what to do. You couldn't really get to bed until you said goodnight to Blake, so you wait patiently patting your hair and cat ears with a towel until you hear the shower turn off.

A few moments later, Blake peeks her head out of the bathroom. "I just left my clothes hanging on your shower. I'll pick them up tomorrow if that's alright?"

You nod. "Yeah, that'll be fine."

"Then… if it's alright, I'm not that tired." Blake steps out of the bathroom, wearing an oversized shirt, the long sleeves stretching over her hands, and the collar hanging off of her shoulder. Brothers Grimm she looks cute. Girls in their boyfriend's clothes are the best ^_^ ! Blake walks over and sits down next to you. "We can just… talk a little more before I leave." She slumps to the side, resting her head on your shoulder again, though now facing the same direction.

Trying to not let the fact that an underdressed girl was sitting on your bed and leaning on you be apparent, you eke out, "Yeah, sure. I don't have anything going on tomorrow."

Blake glances out the window, where the rain was still coming down hard. "Weather permitting, we should do something. Maybe we can just… stay in? Watch a movie? Afternoon, of course. I'm SO gonna sleep in all day."

"Same. Midnight movies are fun, but class and all."

Blake smiles. "Eh, just skip. Port's never gonna say anything important."

"It's honestly surprising that you're so gung ho about that sort of thing. I don't think anyone would peg you for a ditcher."

"How long did it take for me to convince you to steal cafeteria coffee after we met? Like, five minutes?"

"i did punch that guy at the mall mostly because of you"

"We can be hellraisers together. The perfect couple."

You and Blake share a laugh, then fall quiet. The night was as silent as the two of you, considering everyone normal was asleep.

"I was one of them, you know," Blake says, staring at the wall.

"Hmm?"

"The White Fang. I never told you."

"The terrorists!?" Sure, you were new here, but half the articles out there were about the radicalized faunus group blowing up something.

Blake sighs and leans on you once again. "They're… a lot of things. I wanted them to be a lot of things. At one point, they were. Now, they aren't."

You start putting pieces together of that weekend Blake disappeared. She had accidentally revealed her faunus heritage to her team after blowing up at Weiss, but… "Is that what happened with Weiss?"

"Yeah. I think things are good now, but I was one of them. I derailed trains, stole Dust, broke a few windows… I never hurt anyone. At least I told myself that." Sighing again, Blake reaches for your hand and clasps it. Squeezing tight, she continues, "I began to realize that I was hurting people–people like Weiss. And other innocents. Even if there were plenty of bad people that deserve to be hurt, that wasn't the way we… I wanted to do it. So I left."

Feeling the moment, you gently put your hand on Blake's head and caress her. "I believe you."

"You believe what?"

"I know how this goes. You're going to tell me that you don't forgive yourself for what you did, even though you thought what you were doing was right."

Blake moves her head closer into your chest. "I don't. I don't deserve–"

"–Blake," you interrupt. Blake silences herself. "You're a good person. You don't need to tell me anymore and I know for a fact that you did what you thought was right. When it wasn't right anymore, you stopped." You hold her in close and declare, "You're a good person. You want to help people. That's enough."

"Thank you, Briar." Blake tightens her grip on your hand even further. "There's more I need to tell you, but… that's enough for now. I should go to bed."

"Same here."

"I'll come back tomorrow to grab my clothes, okay?"

"Sure thing. Goodnight, Blake."

"Goodnight, Briar."

Blake releases your hand and plants a kiss on your cheek. Kicking off the bed, she waves goodbye and slips silently out of your room.

You stretch out and stand up. You're glad you found the right words to say to Blake not knowing the full story; seeing her beat herself up over her own regrets wasn't a side of her you liked to see. Anywho, after that emotional moment, you need to clean up and get to bed. You head into the bathroom to finish the night. As she said, Blake's date-dress is hung over your shower bar to dry, along with a set of lacy bra and panties. You grab your toothbrush and start brushing before slowly coming to a stop.

Blake's dress was hung over your shower.

As was a set of lacy bra and panties.

A bra…

And panties…

Lacy…

Then that meant…

On your bed…

With just a shirt…

Oh, Brothers Grimm.