Author's Note: Hello all, back with another quick short. Those of you who were hoping for another full chapter, don't worry, that's the next thing I'm working on, and should be up by Tuesday at the latest. For now though, enjoy a quick little fluff short featuring a request from ScarletWolfx.
Mina awoke lazily on the morning of her third and final day's stay in the infirmary prior to being released. By now her arm was still mildly sore, but no wound remained; she wouldn't be up to any combat or intense gym time for another few days, but after today there would be no further need for her to remain under medical supervision. Weiss had been released the previous afternoon, and Mina was looking forward to getting out of bed as well as her eyes fluttered open and le let out a little yawn. She was about to sit up in bed a tentative and perhaps somewhat embarrassed voice stopped her.
"Well um… Good morning… Mistress…? Did I say that right...?"
Mina blinked a few times, Surely that isn't…she activated her Semblance to confirm what her ears were telling her, "Dearest…?"
Indeed it was Blake, as evidenced by the silhouettes of her bow, hair, and the general shape of her figure which Mina could perceive, but something was most definitely off… Blake seldom wore dresses, as a start… What Mina was not immediately privy to however, was the conversation taking place in the RWBY dorm approximately a half-hour previous in which it was 'suggested' by a certain blonde brawler that Blake should do something to 'celebrate' Mina's discharge from the infirmary. It was further suggested by a certain recently discharged heiress that ordinarily breakfast in bed would be a logical choice, but given Mina's dietary needs, and the fact that she could hardly supply them personally is a space so public as the infirmary, a compromise was reached. That is to say, a compromise between the Brawler and the Heiress, into which a reluctant Blake press-ganged for lack of a better idea of her own, and thus had it come to pass that Blake had presented herself at Mina's bedside with a tray, Mina's daily blood pack, dressed in that maid outfit that Clara had given her for her birthday a few weeks ago. The one she'd all but sworn to herself that she'd never wear again…
"Y-yeah…" Blake confirmed, fighting down her embarrassment, "I brought you breakfast…"
Mina sat up, accepting the blood pack as she realized what Blake must have been wearing and stifling a giggle, "You wore it?"
"You can never say that I don't love you…"
Mina smiled, "I would dream nothing of the sort," she bit into the plastic pouch, "Although… you needn't wear that if you don't want to…"
"I didn't bring a change of clothes," Blake replied dryly.
"Well don't let that stop you on my account…"
"Oh you'd love that, wouldn't you?"
Mina tugged at the front of her hospital gown, "you could always borrow one of these…" Although they are a touch breezy…"
"Oh really?" Blake teased, sitting down beside Mina, placing a little kiss on the cheek, running her fingers up Mina's leg from the knee, "How breezy?"
"Breezy enough…"
Blake sighed, stopping her hand about halfway up Mina's thigh, "Time and place Mina; it's just a little too… public here…"
"You tease," Mina pouted, but nonetheless leaned to rest her head on Blake's shoulder, "But fine…"
"Consider it motivation…" Blake offered, starting to blushed, as soon as you're cleared for combat, the whole team is going to start looking into whatever's going on with the White Fang and Torchwick, but until then…" Blake poked her playfully in the stomach, "You are all mine, and I want to see what you had in mind to surprise me with…"
Mina smiled, "As you wish – just as soon as the Doctor lets me out of here…"