It wasn't long before I realized that dating a sexually frustrated Blake Belladonna was a very dangerous game with no winners. I started noticing the lingering stares and licked lips a lot more often. More than once I thought I heard a moan come out of the bathroom when she was the only one in the shower, just for her to come back into the room with the most content look on her face.

It started to feel like she was hunting me. I'd catch her eye as she stared at me from across the room, and more than once I've felt her lips against my throat while I was taking a nap. Even weirder, I was liking it. This unbridled interest in me…

About an hour after the food fight between my team and Jaune's, I was toweling myself off in the bathroom after a pretty long shower. I had one towel wrapped around my body and was using another to dry out my hair. The door was locked and Ruby and Weiss had just left so I wasn't at all worried they'd come in and see me. I hadn't even heard the door open. Her footsteps were already so quiet, I'm not surprised I didn't hear her approach. She snuck up behind me and wrapped a hand around my mouth to stop me from screaming.

Her free hand wandered its way down my body like a missile searching for warmth. I melted into her arms, bucking and moving my hips as her fingertips grazed against my flesh.

"Mm, you smell so good after a shower," she purred. I couldn't argue as her lips found their way to my shoulders and started to suck and bite. She always left bruises, and I could easily let my Aura heal them, but I always chose not to. I liked leaving them there, and letting her make new ones as the older ones faded.

"Guys, can I come in? I left my hairbrush!" Ruby's knock on the door quickly brought us back to reality. She stripped and climbed into the shower, while I slipped into the shirt I'd brought with me. I still needed to buy new shirts that would cover up all the hickies.

"Hey, Rube. Sorry, you can go get it," I opened the door, still working to get my shorts on.

"Is that Blake in the shower," Ruby asked me curiously.

"Um… yeah?"

"Aren't you scared she might see you... you know… naked?"

"Oh my sweet summer child."

Incidents like those were becoming more and more frequent.

It was like a game- she'd snatch me up right before I got to class, lips hungry against mine. Her knee would come between my thighs and suddenly there was friction against the part of me that burned the hottest. It took a few days before I realized the only way to stop her was to beat her at her own game.

My hand around her throat, I'd started to piece together just how kinky she really was. It started as roughhousing between sparring matches where she didn't put up as much of a fight as I'd expect someone to when presented with a hand around their throat. Just a little squeeze and she moaned my name. The sound itself sent shivers down my spine. More investigations showed me that I got the same reaction by pinning her down or pulling her hair. She whimpered and moaned and squirmed and watching her do all of this for me was the best show I could've asked for.

She'd grab at my wrists, her body instinctively fighting the pressure my hand created around her throat. Her eyes went wide as she tried to moan, but her breath caught in her chest until I allowed it. My hands tugged sharply at her dark locks, bending her head to the side so I could make my own marks against her jaw and neck. Her legs wrapped themselves around my waist her body begging for more.

But these games were dangerous. Pinning her by her throat, back to the wall was definitely grounds for a suspension due to PDA. We always had to make sure none of the Professors were nearby.

"We can't keep doing this," I whispered softly. We were in a broom closet, tangled up in each other's limbs. She had her arms around my shoulders, her legs around my waist while my fingers were deep inside her. I didn't beat around the bush- hehe. Get it?- but always went straight to my prize. She was always ready for it, humid warmth slick enough for my fingers to slide quickly between her lips.

"I know… oh fuck…"

The problem was, neither of us had ever gotten the other to finish. There just wasn't enough time. Too many distractions…

Something had to give or we'd both end up suspended, or worse...