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"Ahh!" Blake shouts, bouncing up because of a lightning strike. You feel her lips part from yours as she jumps away, her instinctive fear overwhelming whatever came over her. Her eyes turn to you as thinks about her actions now that the moment was over.

You stand, stunned at what just happened. Blake had just kissed you. You knew she'd like her plushie for her holiday gift, but… maybe she had different feelings than you; wait, what ARE your feelings? Sure, she was your friend and her holiday dress showed off her cleavage, hips, and thighs, but you were with Weiss… There's a pregnant pause as Blake's eyes widen and she puts her hands on her head.

"Oh, my god. Oh, my god, oh, my god, oh, my god," Blake rambles as she starts pacing in circles. "I just did that. What did I just do? Oh, my god…" She pauses and looks at you, almost sad.

You mull over your words for a moment. This was DEFINITELY something that needed to be dealt with immediately. "Blake, are… are you okay? What's going on?"

"I need a baby in me," Blake shouts without thinking.

You blink.

Blake's face turns a brighter shade of red that Ruby's cloak. "Oh, my god, oh, my god, oh, my god that's not what I wanted to say. That is NOT what I wanted to say." She looks around for anyone that might have heard her stunning declaration. In a much more hushed tone, she gets close to you and says, "I'm in heat."

"Wai–"

"Yes," Blake says, sternly. "Faunus go through heat. The racist jokes are 100% true. I know Ilia is; you saw her– us look at Yang when she lifted her skirt. I hate it with every fiber of my being, but my body just… needs it. Needs SOMETHING." She takes a deep breath, her heart audibly pounding. She leans on the table of food to still herself, but you see her foot start tapping like crazy. Suddenly, you realize that Blake had been like this for a while; you distinctly remembering her being fidgety and distracted when she came over to clean the apartment. Blake further clarifies by saying, "W-when I saw you and Weiss at your apartment… The thought that you two… it came over me. Thinking about you, about sex, about…" Blake lets out a moan, followed by, "About… getting penetrated… The look on Weiss' f-face…" Her breathing starts to go rabid, shirt, choked breaths coming out.

While everything Blake said makes sense, it still avoids the question. Sure, heat would explain her being horny, but kissing you was still something else; there were ways to deal with feelings that didn't involve other people. You understand that she needs help, but there's a whole slew of issues to deal with now.

"But you kissed me. What would Weiss–"

"I KNOW about Weiss! That doesn't help! My body is on fire and I can't DO anything about it; I have THREE roommates, I can't just go at it!" Blake starts breathing heavily and moves to the corner of the table, looking at her waist. She attempts to grind the edge for some sort of relief. "Before… Before I had my own room. Back when I lived at home. Remember when I said that all these Patty Berdioler books came out at the right time? Just… days alone 'reading' in my room while my parents– I know they knew, and they were probably trying for another daughter while I kept to myself." You connect that Blake's love of reading may have something to do with this information. "And then…. Last time… I had…"

"Adam," you finish, letting Blake not have to say it.

"We– no, all of us feel it. We go at each other like… animals unless we control ourselves, but I never learned! There was always something, and now I'm cooped up with three other girls when I want to rip my clothes off and just melt! Thank god I don't have a boy in my room…"

"But that still doesn't explain why you did it."

"Because I… You…" Blake falls silent as she straddles the edge of the table. One of the straps on her dress starts to drip down over her shoulder, showing even more skin. "I can trust you! I can talk to you about this, about sex, but I… I… I can't help it! It's not the heat, it's not that I'm jealous, I just… I needed something! Looking at you and Weiss and knowing you've slept together drives my body crazy when I'm like this…" Blake puts her head in her hands and breathes. "I need release. And you…. That night at the apartment… You made me feel safe, and that makes– made me think that you and I…"

Now, you can kind of understand why Blake would kiss you instead of anyone else. Anyone looking in on you and her that night in the apartment would believe you were together. Still, her phrasing made you… aware.

"That… that you and I could…?" you ask. Even though Blake's behavior could be explained by her body, the way she said that sounded… leading. That was the kind of phrasing one would use in a fantasy together.

Blake looks up at you, her previously kept look now much more disheveled and feral. She looks almost like she had just had amazing sex rather than someone needing it. "Oh, I just said that… Look, my need to have something inside me isn't helping me think straight, but… Right now, you're all I can think about sexually. And after your present– after you reminded me of when you took care of me, I thought… maybe, you were thinking of me... in a different way."

A bit wary, you sit next to Blake on the table and think about your feelings towards her. She was going through something you could never hope to fully understand, but it wasn't a good time to lie or rush things. Blake's reasoning only made sense if she had actually come on to you instead of what she did; like, yeah, kissing is foreplay, but that wasn't that kind of kiss. If she wanted you sexually, then why come at you with a romantically charged-kiss? There were angles to consider, but a sex-driven kiss wouldn't have been so slow; it'd have been Blake wrapping herself around you and trying to make out. What Blake did was… more than just a bodily desire. Was it because she… liked you? Or was it the only option she could choose without going too far? A slightly drunken kiss was something, but an attempt to go further would be…

"Blake, I like you a lot. You're a great person, you care about the right things, and, if I'm being honest, you're incredibly attractive."

Disappointed, Blake looks back down and says, "But?"

You draw back. No matter what your feelings for Blake are, Weiss was still in the picture. You enjoy being near her. You feel happier when she's around. You want to be close to her. But… did Blake make you feel that way? Thinking about it… kind of; you'd known her as long as Weiss and had become really close after sharing an apartment. She was a joy to be around, and it felt like being near her made you instantly happier.

But…

"But… I don't know." You feel Blake's head slump onto your shoulder with a heavy thud. "I like you, a lot, but, I feel the same about Weiss. But…"

"Do you feel stronger about Weiss? If you feel the same, then…" Blake asks, pointing out your fence-straddling.

Yes. You felt stronger about Weiss. You've had sex. That proves it.

Right?

Right now, Blake is leaning on your shoulder. You know her dress' straps were sliding off both shoulders. You know that her body craves something and that something is you. You know that even if it is purely an animalistic need with no desire for a romantic relationship, she wanted to have sex with you.

But, what if it's just a craving? You've never had to experience heat. What if it's just a passing desire? How long does a heat cycle last? Was it clouding Blake's judgment? Or would she still feel the same about you, minus the need for sex? Does she… love you? Is it love? Is she conflating sex with love? Are you? Does she WANT a relationship or just sex? What means more, you sleeping with Weiss sexually out of desire or you sleeping with Blake platonically out of the need to make her feel safe? Wait, you smelled wine on her breath earlier; is she just drunk?

You give up on answering questions. You don't know. What little you do know is that Blake was in a poor state of mind to be discussing this; she was tired, slightly intoxicated, and driven by hormones.

You love Weiss. That was for certain. Whether or not you feel the same about Blake… Probably not to the extent she does about you. Definitively not as much as Weiss.

"I love Weiss, Blake." You avoid actually saying anything about your feelings to Blake. Now was a bad time to consider that, especially with her as she was and you as you were. Your feelings about Blake were… complicated, especially after a surprise kiss and an admission, but they weren't solid. Regardless of your feelings, you would need to talk about this with Weiss; after Blake admitting she felt very strongly about you, lasting or not, Weiss is your girlfriend.

Blake groans into your shoulder, not quite unsatisfied with your answer. There's still the disappointment, but it goes over better than you thought it might. "I'm still going to lay on your shoulder. I need that, at least."

"This is okay. Though, this is important to clarify." You look at Blake as she leans her head on your shoulder. She has a melancholic look about her, refusing to look at her sources of woe. "What are your feelings about me? Is it you, or your body?"

Blake sighs. "I don't know. I like you a lot, too, of course. You're a great friend. I feel… warm around you, especially after that night, but… I honestly can't tell if me kissing you was because I'm in heat. I know I'm not thinking completely straight, but there is part of me– of ME– that thinks it could be more." She starts biting her hand, still breathing heavy. "W-Weiss, too. And Yang, and Sun… When I'm like this, anyone I'm even remotely attracted to suddenly just… glows. You're the stand out because of… well, you already know, but I've had fantasies about your girlfriend, too– romantic and just purely sexual. Whether or not it'll last, I don't know. I know it's wrong to act out on it, but I just couldn't stop myself."

"Well, one thing's certain. If your… heat cycle? If that passes and you still feel like this… We can talk, but right now… maybe wait it out. If you feel this way about others, then maybe it is just a passing thing."

"Believe me, I'd love to, but again, the only way to get through this is…" Blake pauses and takes a breath. Knowing she was in the best company, she says, "Oh, forget it, I need to either get dick or masturbate. Like, a lot. I can't do either with three roommates; it's so unfair that they all came back JUST as it started…"

"Hey, I know a place where you wouldn't have any roommates!"

Blake bounces up from the table, still forcing her body not to quiver. "What!?" she says, a bit desperate.

"I still have the keys to the apartment. I only came back because of my team. You're welcome to go over there to… be alone."

"Oh, my god, thank you!" Blake moves in to hug you, but stops, realizing she already overstepped her boundary. She distances herself and smiles. "Uhh… thank you."

"I can give you the keys tomorrow. Then you can just say you're visiting someone or going out or whatever."

"Oh, my god, thank you. I need this so bad..." Blake pauses. "Just… one thing."

"What?"

"It should go without saying, but… don't tell anyone. I can talk to Weiss about kissing you and I hope she'll understand, but Ruby, Yang, everyone can't know. Ilia will probably figure it out, but I assure you, she'll be unable to think tomorrow if I'm any indication."

"Oh, that's how this conversation started," comes a voice from off to the side. The door to the kitchen creaks open and in pops Weiss. "Well, that explains the subject matter…"

You experience a very distinct version of fear at seeing your girlfriend walk in on you having a very intimate conversation with another girl. Blake clearly experiences the same emotion, only heightened; she nearly jumps out of her skin, knocking several things over as she stumbles into the kitchen counter. When the shock wears off, she notices her dress starting to fall off and fixes her shoulder straps and tries to make her hair a bit neater.

"I suppose we can skip straight to the explanations, then," Weiss says, strutting into the room. "So, you kissed my boyfriend?"