"You're really just going to stare all day?" Blake asks, blushing brightly. "Not that I mind…"
As one would expect, it takes a good ten seconds for Blake's words to reach you. After all, your mind was a bit preoccupied. Blake Belladonna, the cutest, nicest, most mysterious girl you've ever known, was currently straddling you, completely naked. You still held her ribbon in your hands, the ultimate secret that, when removed, meant that Blake was even MORE naked than she would be otherwise. Everything–her body, her heritage, her feelings–was on full display. Nothing was hidden. She's completely given herself over to you.
You manage out, "You're beautiful," once you manage to process Blake's words.
Blake narrows her eyes and attempts to give you a dignified look, but she fails. Instead, she finds it hard to meet your gaze, turning even redder. She covers her face with her hands and says, "Brothers Grimm, why did you say that?" Her tone lets you know she actually approves of what you said, but it completely tore through her smugness, leaving her an embarrassed wreck. She wanted to look like she was in control, but no, the stone-faced Blake Belladonna was beet red.
Your body moves before your brain. You casually grab her arms and slide them away, forcing Blake to confront your eyes. The look of, "Oh, my god, we're really doing this!" is quite possibly the cutest thing you've ever seen. Even though she'd cornered you in your room fully intending on this, Blake was still…
No.
No thoughts.
Your lips meet Blake's. You feel the heat coming off of her scarlet face, as well as the beating of her rapid heart. This was the emotion she wanted. This was the romance she wanted. This was the passion that was brought about when lovers gave themselves to each other for the first time.
Blake grabs both sides of your face and shifts forward, pushing you back onto the bed. Her breasts press against your chest as she refuses to let go. Your hands find their way to her hips, feeling the toned, yet soft skin around her waist. Blake attacks you with her tongue, parting your lips and begging for you to fight back; you respond by breaching her mouth with your own tongue, challenging her for supremacy as she lay on top of you.
Your mind is filled with the taste, scent, touch, sight, and sound of Blake. Her tongue touching yours. Her sweat mixed with lavender. Her quivering body pressing against you. Her black hair against her ivory skin. Her soft moaning occasionally breaches through her lips.
Several minutes pass as you and Blake make out. She devolves into precious giggling as she finally stops and rolls off of you, spreading out across your bed to catch her breath and let you take her in even more. As you sit up, you see that her naked body was begging for you to caress every inch of it. As you stand up, you see that her eyes were begging for her reward. It was only right for you to give it to her.
You clumsily tear off your shirt, not caring where you toss it. Any second you waste right now could be better spent touching–feeling–Blake. You look down at her, confident in your newfound body; months of Huntsman training had given you muscles to be proud of, perfect for your partner to enjoy as she looks up at you.
But that's also there.
You see Blake's eyes zero in on one particular spot, knowing exactly what causes her mood to shift. It wasn't hard to notice, even from the front; the scars you got from the Ursa Major–the scars you got from protecting Blake–stretched all the way across your back, the miscolored skin visible all the way to your left side of your body.
They were her sin.
Her failure to protect you.
No.
They aren't hers.
Those scars are *your* symbol. Of the strength *you* found in this world. Of the people *you* want to protect. Of the ones *you* have protected. Of the Semblance–the reflection of one's own soul–*you* awakened to save *her.*
These scars aren't Blake's mistakes. They're the physical proof of you belonging here, in Remna–with Blake. Of you belonging with Blake.
You didn't know this moment was going to happen. Still, you were prepared.
You make Blake blush as red as what you give her. Words fail her as you use your Semblance–your proof of your emotions towards Blake–to make a rose bloom in an instant. Since your meeting with Pr. Peach, you've kept plenty of her special rose seeds lying around, and channeling a bit of your Aura allows you to instantly remind Blake what that day with the Ursa means to you. You experienced an awakening that day; you gained power over plants in order to protect Blake, and that power now allows you to present her with a beautiful, crimson declaration of, "Everything was worth it."
Blake hides her face again as she stumbles out, "Brothers Grimm…" It was too cute for you. You were too cute for her. When she can finally face you again, she takes the rose and smells it before placing it out of the way. Leaning back, she eagerly looks up to you before flicking her eyes downward.
Now that Blake was fully overcome with her feelings of love, it was time.
You remove your pants. Unsurprisingly, you have a massive hard on from staring at Blake's flawless figure. Though your mind is swimming, you swear you hear Blake purr as she sees your slightly-less-romantic proof of your feelings. Wanting to satisfy that urge both you and her felt, you gently spread Blake's lips apart and guide your shaft into her. Her body immediately tenses up, but quickly dissolves into putty as you start slowly thrusting. Your hands move to Blake's hips, further guiding her body around yours. Hers fall limply to the side as pleasure overwhelms her.
Love felt great. This was more than just pure, physical pleasure. Sex was a biological desire, but this was a collection of emotions bursting out and becoming whole. There was a connection far closer than bodies against bodies. You could feel Blake's heart through her ever-shifting expression; in-between moments lost to pleasure, her eyes look up at you and say without words the joy she felt. The satisfaction of listening to her body. The passion of sharing her heart. The heat from allowing another into her, body and soul.
You haven't spent long in this world, or even all that long with Blake, but this feeling was the most you've ever felt alive. Seeing Blake's affection grow before your eyes as you grip her soft skin is just so… tangible. There was a weight in your heart but by no means a burden. A physical, palpable, heavy weight that held your feelings.
And it releases.
You flow into Blake, completing the act that cemented all of these feelings. Her eyes widen as she experiences what it's like to have something pour into her core. Her legs tighten around your waist for a brief moment, hold there, then fall apart back down onto the bed. Thick, heavy breaths escape her quivering lips as her senses try to parse what's real. You see the sensations of her body slowly turn back to normal after shivers run through it.
Both you and Blake stare at each other, both letting your breath out and realizing the moment had completed.
"Brothers Grimm, we just did that…" Blake says, again failing to sound in control. She adjusts herself on the bed to sit up, releasing you in the process. As the heat of the moment passes, you see her look down at her naked body before shyly trying to cover it up. Again, it's adorable.
"We did," you reply, failing to say anything of value.
"Sooooo… What now?"
You look down at your own body, wet with sweat and other fluids. Also getting rather embarrassed, you glance at your bathroom. "I'd say I need a shower."
Blake smiles. "*We* need a shower." She stands, still halfheartedly trying to cover herself. Looking over at the bathroom, she says, "And I believe I left something of mine in there. You don't mind if I take it back when we're done?"
You remember that, in addition to Blake being completely naked in front of you, she had left lingerie in your bathroom.
You love Blake.
"You can take it back."
"Don't worry, you just have to ask if you want to see me wear it."
Yeah, you love Blake.
"Now, why don't you join me? I know there's still plenty you want to do to me~"
yeah you love blake
You follow Blake into the bathroom as she starts the shower. Your urges can't quite wait for the water to heat up, so your hands start to wander over Blake's body once again. Adding to the appeal of gliding your fingers across Blake's skin, you now get to watch Blake view herself in the mirror as her body becomes a plaything. Only after seeing Blake biting her lip from two different angles do you persuade her into the shower.
Warm water bounces off both you and Blake while you run your hands through her hair. Considering this was your first time getting laid, your sex drive tells you that you don't have to wait too long before getting hard again. Noticing this, Blake presents a way to pass the time until you're ready for round two.
God, you love Blake.
Blake places a bar of soap in your hands and steps as far back as she can. She smiles at you and pushes her chest forward, urging you to do as you please with it. Rubbing the soap between your hands, you start applying it to Blake's breasts. While Blake's boobs were already big, soft, and jiggly, feeling them up and making them shiny and slippery made them even more appealing. Light glistened off of her chest as you kneaded and squeezed before moving around. Bracing herself against a wall, Blake turns and giggles as you apply more soap to her ass, once again improving on perfection.
With her body shiny and slippery, Blake moves close to you before pressing against you. You meet her hips as she applies soap to your body, only with the caveat of not using her hands. Her skin glides across yours as she throws her figure against you, making sure nothing is left unclean. Under the water, you both explore every inch of each other before the time arrives once more.
Again, you insert yourself into Blake. Holding on to the shower door frame, you begin thrusting while Blake does her best to match you in the limited space. All the while, your lips mash against Blake's, recreating the hottest, steamiest sex scenes from her perverted books. Body to body, skin to skin, you again solidify your love by releasing into her, thankful you already have a shower running to clean yourself. Blake moans into your ear as she accepts your load, her fingers digging into your back as her whole body tenses up.
Now spent, you and Blake spend a few extra minutes in the shower washing the remains of your adventure off. A much-less-shy Blake gladly gives you a bit of a show as she puts her lingerie on, constantly playing with her towel and "accidentally" letting it fall. She neglects to put her oversized shirt back on, instead taking a seat on your bed in just her bra and panties. You sit down next to her after dressing and look intently at the greatest thing that ever happened to you.
"I love you~"
