Thank God that's over…
Upon reflection, Blake really had done this to herself.
Professor Port, being Professor Port, had almost immediately launched into a lengthy self-aggrandizing tale about how, in his youth, the man had single-handedly slain a flock of Nevermores… possibly using his mustache… in all honesty Blake had ceased paying attention when she realized that today's tale of questionable veracity bore remarkable similarity to the one that the portly professor had delivered last week, although that one had admittedly involved Deathstalkers, rather than Nevermores. At that point Blake had intended to discreetly pull out her latest novel – carefully disguised in the slip from her textbook – to read until the man finished his story, but it was not to be…
Maybe… just maybe it was Blake's imagination, but she could have sworn that Mina was sitting a lot closer than she usually did… For all the world, Mina looked to be listening to Port's lecture with rapt attention; the very embodiment of the respect for the speaker that everyone else had plainly lost... Indeed, Mina was the only one who appeared to be paying full attention… not that Port noticed – or ever did for that matter. Sure, Weiss was taking notes, but everyone knew that was a mechanical reflex for her; Blake had even seen her texting on her scroll with one hand whilst taking notes with the other on one occasion. Mina though, she had her hands politely folded over one another on the desk, and was seated straight, eyes occasionally blinking, ears occasionally twitching, but totally silent.
She is never this well behaved… She's got to be up to something…
The whole time Port Lectured, Blake stared blankly into her open book on her desk, waiting for Mina to pull something.
She's going to get grabby isn't she? Blake mused, her heart rate picking up somewhat., I hope she knows better… or at least to be subtle about it…
Blake abruptly remembered that one time that Team RWBY had visited the Summer Blossom Café during Mina's shift…
And I'm wearing a skirt this time…In class… Blake tensed, With all these people around… It'd be like that one chapter of-
Blake nearly sprang from her skin as Mina's bare knee bumped up against her own, "I do apologize Dearest; I was not paying attention," Mina whispered briefly, before ostensibly returning her attention to the 'lecture.'
What? Blake was almost disappointed, That was seriously an accident? I mean… after our date and last night… not to mention making plans for Friday… Blake's ears flattened a bit, I'd have thought she'd be more flirty…
"Psssst, Blake!"
Blake blinked a few times before turning to the source of the hushed voice, replying in one of her own, "What, Yang?"
"Jeez, somebody's pissy-,"
"What do you want?"
Yang looked at her askance, "I just wanna borrow a pen… Mine ran out…"
Blake blinked, "Oh…" she fished out a spare pen from her book-bag, but then caught herself as she was about to hand it to Yang, "Wait a minute, since when do you take notes?"
Yang snorted, suppressing a laugh so as not to catch Port's attention as she tapped her dead pen on the pages of her open notebook, "Who said anything about notes?"
Blake glanced down at the pages as Yang reached over an grabbed the pen, and was well and truly horrified, So that's where Ruby gets it!
Indeed, while Ruby clearly took her… sketches… more seriously, Yang's notebook doodles were vivid nonetheless. On the left pate that Blake could see, at the top was a crude representation of Weiss - with very angry eyes, it must be said – manically swatting at diminutive Nevermore; it was actually pretty funny… The lower half of that page sported what appeared to be a picture of Nora – if the giant hammer was anything to go by – surrounded by floating hearts, and apparently engaged in a very lively game of whack-a-Jaune… Less amusing was the right page of the notebook, featuring Blake and Mina, in bed, and being very creative with the ribbon on Gambol shroud…
Is that even a thing? Maybe we should-, NO! No, no, no, no, no ! What you should be asking ins WHY THE HELL IS YANG DRAWING THAT!
"Yang…" Blake hissed, "Erase that. Now."
"Can't," Yang said matter-of-factly, accompanied by a little shrug for emphasis, "It's ink,"
Blake chanced a furtive glance at the row behind them, and fortunately the students behind them had opted to take Port's story as an opportunity to sleep, so persisting in her low voice, with a slightly threatening edge this time, "Take that page out-,"
Yang got a devilish grin just then, "Do you really want me to do that?"
Blake hesitated, "Why wouldn't I?"
"Well…" Yang elaborated, "If you don't like this one... You probably ain't gonna like what's on the next one…"
Blake facepalmed, "What's on the next one?"
"More skin, wanna see?"
"No."
"You sure?" Yang prodded, teasingly threatening to flip the page, "It's nice and steamy~"
Blake's eyebrow twitched. She couldn't quite decide who to be more angry at; Yang, for drawing lewd pictures of her and Mina, and presumably so corrupting her little sister, or at herself for really wanting to see what else Yang had come up with…
"You…" Blake whispered back after a long pause, "You are a terrible example for Ruby, you know that?"
"Guilty as charged~"
Blake sighed and then abruptly reached over and grabbed the notebook, "I'm confiscating this,"
"Sure you are…"
"Shut up."
The rest of Port's class was, in a nutshell, Blake's personal hell. Over the last forty-five minutes of pretending to listen to Port whilst in all actuality discreetly flipping through Yang's notebook held below the desk for safety's sake, Blake became increasingly flushed. In truth, to call what she had taken from Yang a 'notebook' would perhaps have been an unjustifiably lose application of the term; the closest thing to notes to be found anywhere in those pages was a few stanzas of half-assed – and completely unrepeatable – poetry. The rest had been doodles and sketches of varying content and quality. One page might host a stick-figure representation of Teams RWBY and JNPR battling Grimm, whilst the next would feature a shockingly detailed love scene between Jaune and – of all people – Cardin. Blake had blushed furiously at seeing this particular sketch and hastily flipped the page as soon as it's meaning had registered in her mind, and she could've sworn that she heard Yang sniggering at her, and realized why when she took a look at the next spread of pages.
What the hell is wrong with her?
Blake was increasingly mortified as she hastily flipped through the pages. Each in equally loving detail, Blake was faced with images of Weiss and Ruby, Jaune and Pyrrha, Blake, Mina, and Yang herself, Ren and Nora, and Ozpin and Goodwitch.
WHAT THE HELL.?! Weiss is straight, Ruby is FIFTEEN, and this is all just plain creepy! And a threesome Yang, seriously? And that aside, I can't even imagine Nora… Blake shook her head to clear the indecent thoughts, drawing in a shaky breath, And I shouldn't be trying… Although now that I think of it… Goodwitch's wand does look a lot like a- NO!
Finally she came to a page on which the poorer quality yet much safer art style was found instead… Unfortunately, this was the page with the angry Weiss and hammer-crazy Nora, which meant that, upon looking at the page on the right side, Blake was back at square one, Dammit!
Possessed only of the desire to find two consecutive safe pages, Blake hastened to flip the page again. Unfortunately she would find no reprieve on the next page; instead, what she was presented with was a two-page spread, yet again in immaculate – well, impressive detail, depicting her and Mina against a backdrop of Belladonna lilies, and true to Yang's word, there was more skin…
I honestly don't know whether I should be offended, creeped out, flattered, or impressed… It's almost straight-up art…
The scene was thankfully drawn from an angle which preserved some of their modesty, but that didn't fix the fact that both she and mina were naked on the pages. She chewed her lip as she let her eyes linger over the delicately sketched curves on the page, occasionally chancing furtive glances over at Mina for comparison… It's uh… surprisingly accurate…
As… explicit ass the pictures were though, Blake had a hard time believing that they were Yang's work; they seemed to be drawn with too much care – and certainly more finesse than the Buxom brawler had to her name. She might have bought it if she was told that Yang was responsible for the hastily drawn comedic doodles that never took up a whole page, those seemed more like her, but the er… romantic ones didn't quite seem like her thing. For the moment though, she just sighed, shrugging the concern off and flipped the page again, secretly looking forward to what she might find.
Let's see… Ruby Weiss, Ruby Weiss… Ruby, Weiss, AND another Weiss?
Blake swallowed thickly, feeling a knot form in her stomach after the sixth straight page of variations on the theme of white roses, This… Isn't Yang's notebook… is it?
As calmly as she could manage, Blake shut the notebook to see the red cover labeled, in no uncertain terms "RUBY ROSE: PRIVATE SKETCH DIARY" at the top and towards the bottom "(I'M SERIOUS YANG!)"
"Oh my God…"
"She's really good, ain't she?" Yang whispered with a smirk.
Blake was livid, "Y-you! That wasn't-! I mean-! OH MY GOD!"
Professor Port cleared his throat, and the whole room was staring, "Miss Belladonna, do you have something to add?"
Blake's grip instinctively tightened on the closed notebook, desperate to keep it from view, "N-no sir…"
"Hmmm… Very well then… I do know that the tales of my valiant heroism are riveting Miss Belladonna, but in the future, do try to contain your excitement; such enthusiasm, while laudable, is a distraction to your peers," This much having been said, the portly man resumed the task of recounting his preposterous story despite the best efforts of his own mustache to muffle it.
Yang laughed quietly to herself as Ruby and Weiss, on the other side of their row, returned their attention to the professor, or at least pretended to. Mina however, was not so easily dissuaded.
"What so amuses, Miss Xiao Long?" Mina whispered with a raised eyebrow.
"Oh, nothing~"
After that incident, Blake had vehemently insisted that Yang take the sketchbook back and never tell Ruby that she had unwittingly read it, but Blake wouldn't deceive herself; she'd be paying blackmail on this for a long time… Even so, ethics went better, if only because Yang and Ruby weren't in it, however much the events of Port's class had firmly convinced Blake that both of them ought to be. Nonetheless, Blake was on edge; not only did she have the burden of invading Ruby's privacy – however unintentionally – on her conscience, but also, having done so, the guilt of having burned the images of her and Mina into her memory. She found herself ever so slightly unable to concentrate all through second period and lunch besides, instead watching Mina like a hawk despite the fact that it was she herself who misbehaved for once, Wait… that sounds like… God, I need to stop reading that smut…
All through Goodwitch's combat practical, Blake caught herself staring at Mina, pondering which of them would win in the event that Goodwitch put them against each other. More importantly, she wondered precisely what it would be like to tie Mina up with the Gambol Shroud and-
NO! Head out of the gutter… Mina deserves better than that… Blake chided herself, besides, it'd be much more fun if she-, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING BLAKE!?
So it was that Blake Belladonna, the calm, cool, collected, and bookish huntress-in-training was about ready to pull her hair out by Oobleck's history class, the last of the day.
Come on Blake… Get a grip…
It must be said though, Mina certainly wasn't helping…
First, innocuously enough, Blake supposed, Mina had reached over on the bench to hold Blake's hand below the desk. It was harmless really, in fact, it was a pleasant reminder of when they were kids, and Blake would take Mina everywhere she went by the hand, but then Mina squeezed her hand…
What does that mean? Blake panicked, her blood running cold, Is that just an affectionate squeeze? An 'I love you' squeeze? Or maybe and 'I want you' squeeze… She shook her head, desperate to clear her thoughts, There's a time and place for that Blake… On reflection, Mina really couldn't be blamed for this, No Blake, you've just got yourself worked up… You just HAD to look THROUGH the sketchbook, didn't you?
Eventually though, Blake managed to arrive at the conclusion that Mina had just wanted to hold her hand, and after taking several opportunities to demonstrate her knowledge of the Faunus War, she had managed to calm herself down. That was, until, while Professor Oobleck was addressing a student on the other side of the classroom, Mina had decided to lean over and rest her head on Blake's shoulder, causing her to stiffen all over again.
"…Mina…" Blake whispered, "what are you doing?"
"You seem tense," Mina replied softly, "You have been breathing heavily all day, and you heart is beating rather erratically… Are you not feeling well?"
"Of course…" Blake swallowed, "It's just been a uh… stressful day…"
"How can I help?" Mina asked, voice still low, offering her a blank check.
Well…
"I would of course be happy to help however you like…"
Mustn't abuse the privilege… Blake sighed, "Just… this is nice…" Blake sighed again, "But people are going to stare so…" She reached up to stroke Mina's ears affectionately, "Later, okay?"
Blake could imagine Mina's pouty face as she slowly nodded, and she couldn't help but regret her good sense. In defiance of Blake's expectations though, instead of sitting back up, Mina slumped further, stretching out over the rest of the empty bench, mostly hidden from view by the lectern before RWBY's row, and rested her head in Blake's lap, weaving her fingers together over her stomach.
"M-Mina…"
"Shhh…" Mina hushed, "People will notice~"
Blake's shoulders slumped, "Okay… stay there if you want…"
"Thank you kindly,"
"Miss Belladonna?" Blake jolted in her seat; she wasn't used to being addressed this many times in class, "I appreciate that you are knowledgeable, but I would also appreciate it if you took notes nonetheless," Oobleck suggested sternly.
"S-sorry sir…"
As Professor Oobleck returned to his lecture, Blake reached for her pen, but found the place on her desk where she had left it vacant, "Wha-?"
Mina tugged at her sleeve, a massive smirk on her face, "Dearest~"
"Hmm?" Blake glanced down at Mina as bidden, and her heart skipped a few beats.
The first thing that Blake noticed, right off the bat, was that Mina had undone the top few buttons of her shirt under the uniform's blazer. The second thing that she noticed was that Mina was enjoying herself entirely too much. Finally, that Mina had a very unhelpful sense of humor; Mina had Blake's pen alright… in her cleavage…
"Mina!" Blake hiss under her breath, "This isn't funny! I need that!"
Mina shrugged, smirk only broadening, "Then by all means, take it back…"
"Oh you'd just love that, wouldn't you?" Blake rolled her eyes in frustration, trying not to stare… that sort of thing might undercut the whole reprimand…
"As would you," It was a statement of fact.
"…"
"If you do not, I will undo another-,"
"Fine!" Blake whispered harshly to disguise her embarrassment as she felt her cheeks heat up, "Just… quiet!"
"I make no promises…"
Making a point to watch the professor intently as he lectured, zipping about the room whilst miraculously not spilling so much as a drop of his coffee, Blake tentatively reached down, fingers first brushing against Mina's cheek…
"Lower, Dear…"
"Quiet."
Blake silently traced her fingers down Mina's neck very slowly and very carefully, but her heart almost stopped when she felt Mina shiver… God… this just isn't fair… Blake lamented internally, Still… as problems go… this is a good problem to have… Blake hesitated as her forefinger traced over Mina's collarbone, I do need that pen… She suppressed the thought of asking Yang, Weiss, or Ruby if she could borrow one…
Mina's chest rose beneath Blake's fingers as she drew in a very deliberate deep breath, and Blake lost concentration as she fumbled blindly, inadvertently bumping the pen deeper as she found herself equally inadvertently groping Mina's breast.
"You did that on purpose!" Blake accused.
"Oh definitely," Mina admitted without a pause for thought, "But are you so certain that you didn't?"
"…"
"I thought not,"
Blake chewed her lip; fortunately, Professor Oobleck was on the opposite side of the class again, but that could change at a moment's notice, so Blake let go of the wonderful softness to grasp at the pen again, "Well at least today you wore a… a… um… front clasp… I uh… I didn't know you owned one of those…"
Mina chuckled quietly, "Do feel free to unhook it if it is in your way…"
"It… um…" It wasn't… but… After a moment of moral dilemma, Blake opted for resisting that particular temptation with a heavy heart, instead reaching farther down Mina's shirt to claim the pen.
"Mmmmm…"
Dammit Mina!
Blake rapidly took her hand out of Mina's shirt as Yang looked over to inquire about the noise, "You two…?" her question stopped short as she noticed Mina's unbuttoned shirt, "Oh… I get it… 'Girl's got needs…"
Why me? Blake pressed her head firmly against her desk. At least, she did until Mina spoke up again…
"Your turn then Dearest?"
"No…" Blake groaned, "We're in class Mina…"
"Indeed you are, Miss Belladonna…" Professor Oobleck seemed to materialize from nowhere before her, eyebrow raised, "But seeing as you only now appear to be realizing this, I think it best that you and Miss Carfax…" He shot Mina an askance look as she sat up, still buttoning her shirt, "Ehem… the two of you will be staying a few minutes after class for a little chat. Understand?"
"Yes sir…"
Author's Note: Okay, so I freely admit that there might be the slightest possibility that maybe I could be laying it on just a little bit thick with this chapter, and perhaps the fluff in general… It's just that writing it is so much fun with a character like Mina in the mix. That said, there will be some non-fluff stuff coming up, if you'll just bear with me. For those of you who enjoy the fluff, I thank you for your support.
P.S. If the guest review who asked for a threesome with Yang, Blake, and Mina is still reading this, I'm sorry, but this is the closest you're going to get… I interpret Blake to be moralist for that, and Mina is just too obsessively committed exclusively to Blake; sorry to disappoint.