You freeze. You hold the door to your room open, but that's about all you can do. Save stare, of course. Circumstances were such that you were paralyzed by the sight before you, plus all the context clues that led up to it.
Last night, you went on a date with Blake. Afterward, you had to walk back home to Beacon in the rain. You had a romantic walk back (complete with a cliche kiss in the rain under a streetlight!), which left you and Blake soaked. Her solution, rather than drip her way into her room and wake up her teammates, was to come to your room, shower, then borrow your clothes to sleep in, leaving her wet clothes with you to dry.
It made sense; you have a room to yourself. You are dating Blake, so she's been in your room. Her team was asleep, so it would be wrong to wake them. She couldn't sleep in a fancy dress dress that was sopping wet, so she needed some clothes.
It was Blake's decision AROUND that idea that was paralyzingly you.
As you found out when you stepped into your bathroom after Blake left, she hadn't just hung up her dress to dry. In addition, Blake had left a set of lacy bra and panties to dry. That meant that she hung out with you, on your bed, alone at night, wearing one of your pajama shirts and nothing else. And her choice of underwear was the type that said, "Notice me~ ;)". She specifically wanted you to see them, on her or otherwise!
And that's why the sight of Blake standing outside your room, wearing that same pajama shirt she had on last night (with nothing else underneath it!), was preventing you from doing anything but race through every perverted thought in your mind. Like last night, the shirt hung off her shoulder, exposing her soft skin. Like last night, she was barefoot, the lack of shoes meaning she had no plans of leaving these halls and your room. Like last night, her hair was just-so-slightly ruffled, set in place by chance alone while capturing that adorable side of her that didn't feel the need to brush it. Without context, she was just dressed extra-comfy (if only slightly racy, considering her pseudo-miniskirt), but with your knowledge, she might as well be in lingerie.
Wait, what if she's wearing lingerie underneath!? She left some in your room last night already!
Blake stands there with her gorgeous smug face and says, "So are you going to say something, or am I going to have to invite myself in?" She crosses her arms and feigns impatience.
You manage to stutter out, "No, no, c-come in!" You damn near fall over trying to fully open the door and let Blake pass. She casually strolls along like nothing was out of the ordinary despite knowing *exactly* what she was doing to a hormonal teenager. The half-dressed Faunus sits on your bed and looks at you expectantly. She smiles that annoyingly cute smile that says, "I know what I'm doing~" That face is usually accompanied by her teasing you, but Brothers Grimm she looks so infuriatingly cute.
"Come on, sit down!" Blake says, patting the space beside her. You're unsure if she's adding more honey to her voice or if you're just imagining it over your heartbeat.
You gulp. Blake's legs were together, but your pajama shirt on her resulted in a perfect look at her thighs; she HAD to be sitting in such a way to make sure you couldn't peek further. Though that IS the normal way a girl in a skirt sits, Blake had to know what you were thinking. If she left her bra and panties here last night, and she was wearing the same thing right now, then… Then…
Brothers Grimm.
You do your best not to stare at Blake's exposed legs and sit down next to her. She immediately puts her hand on top of yours and continues that tortuous smile.
Breaking your inner silence, Blake points out, "You seem a little nervous. Wonder why that could be~"
Yep. She's definitely adding an extra sweetness to her voice.
"You know why," you reply, feeling your face burn.
Blake giggles, enjoying your suffering way too much. "Tell me anyway."
You let out a breath. "You left your clothes here last night to dry."
"That I did."
"…All of them."
"And I borrowed your shirt, too."
"Because otherwise, you'd be…"
"I'd be…?" Blake's ears wiggle.
"You'd be…"
"Because otherwise. I'd. Be. *Naked.*" Blake's hand squeezes around yours as she annunciates every syllable. "Right?" Her lips purse.
"Because otherwise, you'd be… n-naked." You feel dizzy. And on fire. But also dizzy.
Blake looks at you and narrows her eyes. She bites the bottom of her lip and waits for you to continue.
You steel your nerves and brace yourself to ask the question you NEED to know the answer to.
"A-are you wearing anything underneath that shirt?"
No matter what the answer was, you'd be overjoyed. You have a relationship where that answer could be anything, and that thought excites you to no end. You and Blake were at the level were she'd tease you about THAT. Was it even a tease at that point? She purposely let you find out that she had been almost naked in your room, late at night, with no one around. Blake Belladonna could answer that question with anything, and you'd still love Blake Belladonna.
But it's the way Blake Belladonna answers your question that makes you love Blake Belladonna.
With those beautiful golden eyes, Blake looks at you.
With her beautiful loving face, Blake warms you.
With those beautiful sultry lips, Blake tells you the words that would excite you the most.
"Wanna find out?"
Blake grips your hand and puts it on her knee. Before you can ask for the approval you know you don't need, she nods at you and gives you full permission. She stands, but only to move to straddle you. Still, your shirt hides just the right amount, hanging down just low enough to not reveal what may lay beneath.
With her perfect face, Blake lets out a soft, "Go on~" as she moves both of your hands to either knee, inviting you to inch your way up her legs. You feel her warmth radiate across the palms of your hands as you feel her soft skin. Your Faunus ears manage to pick out Blake's heartbeat, slowly getting faster as you slide your fingers up her legs. Her breath hitches for a moment as you reach the bottom of her shirt, her last form of cover before the secrets she was letting you unravel.
This is it.
This is really happening.
Blake purrs as you slip your fingers under her shirt. Your confidence stutters, but seeing Blake's begging face drives you to call her bluff; you were going to find out what was beneath her shirt and you were going to enjoy it. In a move that startles you both, you lift your hands away from Blake's skin while keeping them under the shirt. Rather than spoil the final surprise, you skip past her hips and wrap them around her stomach. Your fingers feel the lithe body Blake's Huntress life had honed, her soft skin occasionally interrupted by the tightening of muscle, both hitching as the Faunus' breathing grew more and more frantic.
You feel it.
Rather, you feel the lack of it.
Though it wasn't that difficult to notice considering Blake's bare shoulder, you tactilely confirm that no, Blake wasn't wearing a bra. Your fingers stop, cupping Blake's unrestrained breasts; she giggles as you bounce them up and down a few times, enjoying the view of them heaving underneath that shirt. Her breasts were soft and squishy, warm to the touch, and felt like heaven as you grab a handful. You feel her nipples press against your palms, growing stiffer as you rub your thumbs over them. Blake winces every time you pass over them, clearly unused to the pleasure they brought.
Blake brings you in for a kiss as you continue to play with her breasts. Your lips meet hers, though they occasionally part to release a moan as you pinch and squeeze and knead. It isn't until you feel her grinding on your lap that you release your hands and give her a chance to breathe.
Breaking off your kiss, Blake leans back and pants. Meeting your eyes, she smiles and says, "Keep going~" before nodding downward. You look at where she directs and your heart skips a beat; her eyes beg you to finish exploring her body and answer whether or not she has *anything* on under that shirt.
You touch your fingers against Blake's sides, sending a shiver up her spine. She whispers something inaudible even to your Faunus ears as you slide your fingers slowly downward, stretching out the moment. Once again, you feel her toned stomach, her soft skin, her unsteady breathing until…
You feel it again.
Rather, you feel the lack of it again.
As you slide your fingers down Blake's body, you feel nothing. No interruptions, no bumps, no form of clothing to come between you and her. You finally know the answer.
Blake had nothing on under her shirt.
Blake left your room last night with nothing on under her shirt.
Blake came to your room with nothing on under her shirt.
Blake was on your lap with nothing on under her shirt.
"Does that answer your question?" Blake asks, purring alongside her words.
You wipe a bit of the smugness off of Blake's face as you grab her bare ass. You squeeze her skin between your fingers, feeling the part of Blake that was she always so eager to show off. All the time she spent in tight shorts, forming-fitting dresses, and skimpy bikinis, teasing you, now paying off. Her ass was yours to play with. You give Blake a hearty spank, causing her to bite her lip.
Blake looks at you, pleased to see you're enjoying her body. With that infuriating sweetness, she says even more words to make you love her.
"You can take it off~"
"…"
"Don't keep a girl waiting~"
Blake waits for you to retrieve your hands from under her shirt. She places her own on top of them, guiding you to the edge of the garment. As you grip the hems of her last piece of cover, Blake raises her arms over her head, waiting to be completely exposed for you. Wanting to do right and not make a girl wait, you take one last look at those starving yellow eyes and lift the shirt off of Blake in one smooth movement before carelessly tossing it to the floor.
Your eyes take in the sight before you.
Blake Belladonna was straddling you, completely naked.
Well, almost.
Before you truly comprehend the bliss you were experiencing, your hands move on their own. Blake smiles a soft, gentle smile as you unfurl the ribbon on her head; her cat ears perk up, free from their cloth prison. Now, in addition to her clothing, Blake had let you strip away that which hid her. She was completely, utterly, fully exposed, all bared before you, just for you.