We started holding hands to and from class. Actually, we started spending a lot more time around each other. Blake would rest her head against me or gently kiss my jaw and I'd just wrap an arm around her and blush like a huge idiot. I couldn't really help it, we were really different when it came to kissing. I always wanted to make out, and all of the cute little pecks against my cheeks and neck from Blake made me want to pin her to the nearest wall.
But even more fun than kissing was the time we spent combat training at the gym. Blake would take a few minutes before each training to wrap my hands and we'd see who would end up kissing who first. I normally won those, she just couldn't keep her lips off of me.
After months at Beacon, I found out I actually loved the Course Room.
"Okay, so I'll start high and go low, you start low and we meet in the middle?" We sized up a huge target that'd taken the shape of a Deathstalker. Apparently Dr. Oobleck had managed to find some way to upgrade the room to make dummies that turned into huge Grimm. It led to a lot more sore students, but way more fun training sessions.
"You can hit it all you like on top, I'm going to need to outrun those legs," she hissed at me.
"Well it's a good thing you're faster than me," I smirked.
"Plus we need all the muscle aimed at the tail." The Deathstalker jabbed again, burying its stinger in the ground where we'd been moments before jumping out of the way.
"You're all the muscle," she asked, eyebrow raised.
"Okay, most of the muscle," I corrected myself. We'd started training together so often we got really good at working together. That wasn't really a problem but we hadn't trained with Weiss and Ruby in almost a week!
Blake even started sleeping in my bed more and more often. She'd climb on top of me, rest her head on my chest and curl up into a ball while I stroked her back. She made the cutest purring sounds. Surprisingly, I never woke up during the night burning from my Semblance when she was sleeping with me. It was perfect.