Author's Note: Okay, before we begin, I would like to apologize to ScarletWolfX, who provided the prompt that this whole chapter eventually sprang from; I said I'd probably only make a short out of the idea, but nope – so here's me eating my hat… Also, I may have mentioned either in a previous author's note (although I'm not quite sure and I don't care to check them all before posting this) that chapter six was the raciest this story was ever going to get… if that is the case, then that may or may not make the second time this chapter's made a liar out of me… you'll have to judge…
"Dearest…" Mina groaned, faltering as Blake helped her to be seated on Blake's bed, one hand slung over Blake's shoulder and her other hand clutching at her stomach, "Perhaps just a few minutes…"
"Shh… Easy now…" Blake whispered as she settled Mina down onto the bed, "I am so sorry Mina…"
Mina blinked a few times and shook her head, visibly nauseated, though trying her best to look appreciative, "N-no… You couldn't have known-," She lurched forward, clapping a hand over her mouth. She was perhaps a shade paler than usual, but she was looking better than earlier.
"Mina! Do you need to-?"
"No!" Mina denied as soon as she could speak again without heaving, "No, Dearest… I… nothing so… vulgar as that… I simply need… to relax…"
"Okay…" Blake nodded, concern plain on her face as she laid Mina down and pulled the covers over her to stop her shivering, "But I should have checked-,"
Mina shook her head again, "How could you have known? Miss Xiao Long's… instruction last night got rather lively, and the fridge got unplugged and well… It does not take long for blood to spoil…"
"Still… I should have checked…" Blake sighed; she felt guilty, but Mina wasn't about to hold this against her – she wouldn't hold anything against her – so there wasn't anything to be done about it now. Nothing but to see that it didn't happen again, "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"No…" Mina shook her head reluctantly, "Except…"
"Yes?"
"Cuddle?" Mina asked shyly, pulling the blanket over the lower half of her face, "Just for a bit?"
Blake chuckled with a little smile as she laid down beside Mina, "Alright,"
Blake eased herself onto the bed beside Mina, as close as she could. The day had started out just fine; Mina had taken her blood pack, not knowing it to be tainted, and like the rest of Team RWBY, had readied herself for classes. For a while, nothing had seemed off, but about halfway through Professor Port's overblown tale about how he single-handedly slew ten-thousand Beowolves, Mina had started to feel queasy, but she had insisted that she was fine. Unfortunately, Mina was most definitely not fine; Blake cringed just thinking about how ten minutes after Mina had first started feeling off, she'd vomited blood onto the classroom floor, which in turn led to a minor panic and no shortage of startled screams from the more squeamish members of the class. At this, Blake had hastily requested and received permission to escort Mina from the class to the infirmary. The campus physician, one of the relatively few individuals on campus privy to Mina's particular dietary needs, had then swiftly assess Mina's condition, concluding that the cause was food poisoning, and seeing as Mina hadn't made it to lunch for her tomato juice yet, that left the morning's blood pack. From there, it was a simple matter to check and find that the mini-fridge was indeed unplugged, from the apparent commotion the previous night while Yang had been explaining certain things to Mina – how that had happened, Blake wasn't sure that she wanted to know – and thus, all of the packs contained inside had spoiled. Blake would have to see that they got more for Mina before tomorrow, but for now, she had about five more hours to spend.. Just her and Mina…
Sadly, fate was a truly ironic mistress; hours of alone time with Mina, virtually guaranteed to be free of interruptions… Times like these were at such a premium at Beacon, what with the students all living four – or in this case five – to a room, bedtime wasn't exactly private, and despite the sheer size of the campus, there were precious few places where two people could be alone and confident of not being disturbed… Well, for now at least, Blake and Mina had that, and all it took to get it was food poisoning. Three wonderfully private hours, and Mina was too sick to enjoy it. Blake was loathe to even think in such inelegant terms, but frankly, it sucked…
"Dearest…?" Mina asked, resting her head on Blake's chest, "Are you alright?"
Blake blinked a few times in surprise, "Yes… Of course, I'm fine-,"
"Hmm…" Mina angled her neck up to look Blake in the face despite her blindness; it was a nice gesture if nothing else, "Your heartbeat is a touch… off…"
"Oh… well, you see-,"
"Dearest…" ill or not, Mina could still muster her trademark smirk, "Don't try to lie to me; you are not very good at it, and I am not delirious,"
Blake sighed, Mina was right of course; she was a terrible liar, at least when it came to Mina, "Alright, you've got me… I was just thinking how it's… been a little while since we were close like this… and alone…"
"And how utterly tragic it is that I am not well to enjoy it?" Mina finished for her.
"How did you guess?" Blake asked sardonically.
"I may have been thinking along similar lines…" Mina admitted, moving a hand under the blanket to reach up and caress Blake's cheek, "I do apologize…"
It was Blake's turn to smirk now, and she took full advantage of the opportunity, for such cases did not happen often, "Sorry for what? Having impure thoughts, or being sick?"
"Which do you think?" Mina smirked right back.
"If anyone should be apologizing, it's me," Blake mellowed a bit, "You're sick, and here I am… thinking things…"
Mina silenced her with a little kiss, "You apologize too much, dearest, and besides, I feel better already,"
"Oh really?" Blake was dubious, "Not that I'm complaining, but that was certainly quick…"
"The worst of it passed after that unfortunate… incident in Professor Port's class… Now I fell less and less nauseous by the moment,"
"Don't try to make me feel better about this Mina," Blake said sternly, "I should have been more thorough about checking your supplies. If you're still in pain, tell me,"
Mina propped herself up on an elbow and gave Blake a look, "Truly Dearest, I am fine now; laying down alone has helped a great deal – truth be told, I could probably return to class-,"
"Let's not get too hasty…" Blake interrupted. She was a good student, but not that good.
Mina chuckled, "Whatever you wish,"
Blake sighed again, in relief this time, "I wish that I could express to you how much I just enjoy spending quality time with you like this – just looking at you…"
Mina smiled, "I see no reason why you cannot, but then no one ever accused me of humility…"
That gave Blake a little laugh, "Alright then, why not?" She took a deep breath and made a point to gaze directly into Mina's crystal blue eyes, knowing that somehow, Mina would appreciate the moment, "Your eyes are the most beautiful shade of blue I've ever seen… Your skin… God knows you're almost as pale as Weiss – almost – but I don't have words for just how it shines whenever I get to see you under the moonlight… and you know, I was jealous for the longest time, but I'm comfortable with it now – though if you tell anyone I said this, I'll deny it – but you have a very nice figure…"
Mina giggled, "Such a lascivious list; if I didn't know better, I might thing that you only loved me for my body… But I will do you one better Dearest…" Mina's fingers moved from Blake's cheek to the back of her neck, whilst the other hand moved to gently brush Blake's thigh, "I love the soft feeling of your skin beneath my fingers, and how your hair feels like silk. The sound of your voice – just hearing you breathe – brings me comfort. I love the way your ears twitch when you are excited and how your body feels next to mine on such occasions as we can spend together like this… The taste of your blood…"
Blake could feel herself getting a bit flushed as Mina's hand worked its way gently up the back of her skirt. She really shouldn't be doing this… It was so selfish of her to act like this when Mina wasn't feeling her best, whatever Mina would say to convince her otherwise, but then… Mina was always telling her to be just a little bit more selfish…
"Dearest?" Mina broke off Blake's slightly shameful train of thought as she sat up, only to invite it right back onto the rails with her question, "Would you mind if I…" she tugged at her collar sheepishly, "I mean, seeing as there are to be no disruptions for a few hours yet… and the school uniform does not exactly… breathe…"
"Uh… y-yeah… go ahead…" It was perhaps the most selfish thing she could have said, but where was the harm really? And besides, Mina had asked her if it was okay; it wasn't as though Blake had asked Mina to strip for her, right?
Guilt or not, Blake saw no reason to deprive herself of the spectacle… Sure, it wasn't exactly a rare occurrence that she got to see Mina undress, but it never did lose its… charm. The blazer was the natural starting point, Blake supposed, but it was Mina's peculiar habit after unbuttoning it to first also unbutton the shirt beneath it as well, before pulling both off at once, which in turn provided Blake with a very accommodating view of Mina's back and the black clasp of her bra… Must behave ourselves Blake… Next would always be to slip out of the skirt, after which she would generally set about putting on her casualwear or combat apparel, but in cases like this… the bra followed the skirt, and Blake could certainly live with that… Blake couldn't help but appreciate the view – the legs, the hips, the curve of her breast… she just wanted to reach out and touch Mina, just because she could…
"Better?" Blake asked as Mina laid back down and turned to face her again, somewhat grateful Mina couldn't see what she was sure had to be a dopey smile on her face.
"Much…" Mina nodded, leaning in to kiss Blake again, "Except…"
"Except?"
Mina chuckled, "I'm hungry again…"
"Sure," Blake nodded; Mina had emptied her stomach rather dramatically earlier. Making to get up and go see about obtaining fresh blood packs, Blake was rather startled when Mina took her by the shoulders, whereupon she was pulled down on top of Mina, "Mina, wha-?"
"I have a better idea dearest," Mina's expression was a perplexingly alluring hybrid of seductive and pouty, "Perhaps rather than keep poor, infirmed me waiting whilst you go traipsing off to the doctor again, what say you we rectify this now? You can get a little selfish with me… and I can get a bit selfish with you… It has been long enough since last time, yes? Please?"
From Blake's current position – that position being straddling Mina, who lay all but naked beneath her – Mina's logic was… difficult to argue with… It is your fault that she doesn't have any good blood packs left… sort of… still it doesn't feel right to take advantage of the situation like this though… Blake's mind was all but made for her as Mina pulled one of Blake's hands to cup her breast, On second thought.. I'm sure guilt can wait…
Blake pressed her lips back to Mina's with perhaps just a little more force than was necessary, and let Mina's hands set about the task of undoing her own shirt and blazer whilst Blake used her own hands to trace the plain of Mina's stomach up to the swell of her breasts, eliciting a little gasp and then a playful giggle from Mina. Blake paused only long enough to strip off her own shirt and cast it aside, and was promptly pulled back into the embrace, pressed back up against Mina, and she let Mina take care of her bra for good measure.
Her heart was pounding now, and she couldn't stop even if she wanted to. She had to feel every inch of Mina's body, to take in the million little changes in Mina's expression as her fingers brushed over Mina's most sensitive places, and to every little gasp that Mina made… After almost an entire lifetime of trying to fight her way up from the bottom rung, she couldn't help but feel like she deserved this – they deserved this – and God, did she enjoy being in control… Every little shake and jolt of Mina's body came at her command, and was for her private pleasure, but as much as the sight of Mina's body responding to her touch excited Blake, what she valued most was that Mina trusted her enough to completely give herself up like this… Trust had been hard to come by for a very long time in her life, and for Blake, that Mina so freely gave it was… breathtaking… Somewhere along the line though, Blake spared the awareness to notice that their positions were reversed; It was Mina's turn.
As… complicated as Mina could be, this, here and now, was probably one of the simplest aspects of their relationship; they knew each other well enough to know what they did and didn't like, what would make Mina whimper and Blake bite her lip, and while Blake's gratification at having Mina completely give herself over was always tainted by a nasty little twinge of guilt telling her that she should treat Mina with more respect, Mina never seemed to have that problem – well, not anymore.
The first few times, back before their separation, Beacon, and the new lives that they'd made for themselves here, had been… awkward, to say the least. There had been Mina's birthday and then some extra-intimate cuddling, but for several weeks after that, that had been it. The whole time Blake would internally chastise herself for getting cold feet and being selfish, but she couldn't work up the courage to give Mina permission to touch her like that… It certainly didn't' help that there were somehow rumors about them going around, and occasional cat-calls when they were together in public; Blake had thought they were discreet, but in a community as close-knit as the White Fang it seemed, there were no secrets, and nothing was sacred. Mina's newly acquired bashful indecision had not escaped Blake's notice either; ever since that night, Mina would hesitate to look in her direction, and instantly recoil from any unintended contact. It didn't take a genius to figure out that Mina just wasn't sure where the boundaries were anymore, and she was afraid to test them. When Blake did finally let Mina… touch her… it was like there relationship had been put back into a proper balance… and it certainly didn't hurt that it felt so good… and as long as Mina was sure that she could bring Blake that pleasure, she never hesitated to provide.
Blake was lured back from her state of dazed reverie when Mina's face nuzzled up to the crook of her shoulder and heard her whisper, "May I…?"
Breathless, Blake gasped, "Yes…"
In a way, this was always the best part. For all Mina's assurances that the mere fact of Blake's presence in her life was more debt than she could ever repay, it was really only when Mina was quite literally able to satisfy her thirst with her blood that Blake truly felt she was contributing what she owed to this relationship. Mina was always so ready to give so much; it only felt right that Blake should do the same, and as she felt Mina's fangs punch through the skin at the base of her neck, she finally let go of any lingering doubts. Blake sat up in bed so that the blood from the wound would flow neatly down her front, rather than over her shoulder to stain the sheet, and Mina didn't waste the invitation; her lips were up against Blake's breast well in advance of the now free-flowing stream of blood, and she took the spare instant to savor the smell and taste of her Dearest one before moving on to the warm crimson trickle that her body so craved.
Blake wrapped her arms around Mina as she continued to feed, running her fingers through Mina's hair and holding Mina's head pressed to her chest, before asking lazily, "He Mina… am I dreaming this?"
Mina returned the embrace, nestling her head between Blake's chin and sternum, "Am I?"
Author's Note: Well, there you have it, I wouldn't call it a straight-up lemon (honestly I'm still not comfortable with the idea of writing those) but it is certainly a thing… I do apologize if the setup feels weak, but contriving alone time is… difficult… Anyway, I do hope that you enjoyed it, and do feel free to let me know what you think. 0