Ensuring some privacy would help.

Reaching out with your senses, you were pleased to find only two other souls present besides Blake; the librarian and another student. You didn't need them coming to investigate in case this talk evolved into a one-sided shouting match courtesy of the very girl you came to save. Stepping in to the vast repository of knowledge Beacon had collected over the decades, you send a mental suggestion to the student to finish up their homework in their dorm room, a suggestion they promptly take. You then approach the librarian at the front desk, an attractive middle-aged brunette with horn-rimmed glasses, and put on your most charming smile.

"You can retire early for the night, ma'am. I can lock up behind you," you say with a small wave of your hand.

"Oh but of course, how silly of me," she readily agrees as the Mind Trick takes affect. "Do be sure to shut off the lights as well, dear?"

"Absolutely."

She flashes you a smile of her own then fetches her purse beneath her desk and leaves you for the door. Satisfied, you then make your way through the bookshelf lined halls in search of your wayward feline. Not finding her on the ground floor,you take the staircase to the second level which was home to the numerous computers aligned on rows of long desks; computers Beacon kept for student use. There, seated at one of these many desks and typing away at the keyboard beneath the dim glow of a lamp, was Blake.

Even at this distance, you could tell she was running herself ragged. There was a noticeable slouch in her posture, her hair was littered with unkempt fly-aways, and her ever present bow was slightly lopsided, allowing the furry edge of a feline ear to peek through. As you drew closer you could spot bags beneath her squinting eyes in the screen's reflection, confirming her lack of sleep. You could commend her drive to finish a mission, if not for the blatant disregard for her health. Crossing your arms, you lean against the railing overlooking the ground floor and speak.

"Someone's working hard."

She jumps in her seat at your voice, then rounds on you with an angry scowl.

"What do you want? I'm busy," she curtly addresses you.

"Just making sure you weren't dead yet."

"As you can see, still alive," she states as her scowl deepens. "Now get lost."

"Yikes, claws out today huh?"

She pointedly ignores your jab and promptly returns to her work, refusing to entertain you further. With a sigh, you step forward at her flank.

"Your friends are worried about you," you say plainly.

"I'll be fine."

"Yang especially. She said she tried talking to you but you pushed her away."

"I don't need to talk, I need to work."

"Of course you do," you agree. "So do the rest of us, but not without taking a breather every now and then."

"Get lost, Michael."

"Not until you decide to take a break."

She rounds on you again, her anger bubbling to the surface.

"Do you even know why I'm doing this? Do you even care what happens if I just stand aside and do nothing?"

"And what exactly do you think is going to happen?"

"Are you brain dead? You were at the rally! You saw what the White Fang are getting ready to do! That mech that Torchwick was showcasing wasn't the only one! They've got more ready to go at a moment's notice and won't hesitate to use them once they have the go ahead!"

"And who is they exactly? Torchwick is gone and no longer an issue."

"I'm not talking about Torchwick you moron," she growls back at you. "He's not the ring leader. If I need to explain this to you, then get out!"

You raise your hands in mock defense. You already knew whom it was she was talking about anyway since you had her subordinate wrapped around your little finger... and cock.

"Fine fine, I get it. All you need to do is push me out the door and I'll leave you be."

"Push you- do you think this is a game?" she asks incredulously.

"If this were a game, I'd be having fun. Except... I'm not having fun and I don't like to watch you destroy yourself."

Blake snarls with irritation and jumps from her seat. Turning towards you, she thrusts out with both hands against your chest, driven to get you to leave. Except you don't budge an inch. In fact, she only succeeds in knocking herself back into her seat, leaving her there with a dumbfounded expression on her face.

"Look at yourself. How are you supposed to fight anyone or anything like that?" you point out. "Every Huntress needs to take a moment to recharge their batteries and you're no different."

She glowers and turns her eyes downcast, refusing to look at you. It seemed even she couldn't argue that logic. You sigh with your own frustration.

"Why are you doing this to yourself, Blake? Why do you feel so personally responsible for what the White Fang are doing?"

"No one here knows the White Fang like I do..." she says softly. "No one knows... him like I do, or what he'll do to get his way. People will die if I don't do something."

"And who is this person you're talking about?"

"... Adam Taurus, the leader of the White Fang in Vale."

"Was he close to you?"

Blake hugs her arms closely to herself as a shudder runs through her body, then subconsciously turns her back to you. You catch the clear drooping of her cat ears beneath her bow.

"He was once... once... he's... changed over the years, and it was all for the worse. He doesn't hesitate to hurt or kill anybody who stands against him, especially humans."

"Has he hurt you?"

She didn't answer verbally right away, opting only to shake her head no.

"Not yet but... after I left the White Fang, I'm sure he'll want to punish me for my betrayal. He doesn't take abandonment lightly, especially those he trusted..."

"You're afraid he's going to come after you... and your team."

"And now you know why I can't let that happen. Now you know why I can't rest until I finally put a stop to him and his White Fang."

"And you will eventually, but not by doing this. This isn't me telling you to stop this fight, but to step back and rest for a bit. Torchwick is gone and the rally spot was tipped to the Vale police. Let them do the investigation for now since you've done more than enough, and take this weekend to recharge."

"How are you so sure Torchwick is no longer an issue? How do you know he didn't just lie to you just to get you to leave?"

"Threats of **** and a large sum of bribe money did the trick. He's a smart man in favor of living, so I gave him the means and opportunity to turn away and disappear from his employer's watchful eye before things rolled out of his control."

She frowned as she turned to face you once more.

"You're starting to sound not that much different from Adam."

"Not really. I could've just outright killed the guy, but I'd rather not take anymore lives than necessary. I treated those soldiers the same way after you escaped the warehouse. Most, if not all of them, should be in police custody right now, at least the ones still there when the cops arrived. None of them haven't really done anything malevolent yet and were just lured in by lies of power and a better life."

"We all were..." Blake admitted with a scoff.

An uncomfortable silence settles between the two of you. Blake had turned towards her computer once more, only this time it seemed she was simply staring through the screen. Her fingers remained idle as well, resting on the keys yet not making any moves to resume typing. Conflict roiled around within her mind as she was torn between caving to your requests and stubbornly carrying on with her crusade. You could also feel a small measure of genuine guilt for how she had handled Yang. The girl was her partner and first friend here in Vale that wasn't with her old freedom fighters. Some gentle guidance should do the trick.

"Turn around," you say softly.

"What...?" she asks with a distracted tone.

"Turn in your seat again so that your back is facing me, and pull your hair over your front."

Slowly, she complies with your directions. Reaching forward, you tenderly place your hands upon her back and shoulders, shrouded by the dark fabric of her vest. She initially flinches at your touch, clearly startled by the act but once you begin kneading your palms and fingers into the tight tendons of her muscles, she soon relaxes with a soft moan.

"So tense..." you comment softly. "You have knots everywhere."

She can only hum in response, too lost in the magic of your fingers working her over. Her shoulders were easy to access as they were laid bare by her outfit, but the rest of her back was a different matter since you had at least two layers to work through. Regardless, you do what you can and work your way up to her neck, your fingers rubbing in little circles along her vertebrae and up behind her human ears.

"You're... you're good at this," she manages to say with a small shiver.

"I do my best. I figured you'd might need it and it looks like I was right."

"Maybe a little bit... mmmmm..."

Blake let her eyes flutter closed, drinking in the sensations of your diligent hands. Even the slight roughness of a few callouses sent pleasurable goosebumps running across her skin. It made her warm and lightheaded in every good way, and pretty soon her head was lolling to the side, giving you clear access to the sweet and creamy skin of her neck. You couldn't help yourself and decide to lean forward to plant your lips into that dip of pleasure nerves with feather light kisses, coaxing a much louder mewl from her throat, its vibrations running through your bloodstream like fire and that scent... the floral fragrance of her natural scent was making your own mind hazy with need.

"I promised you a reward, remember?" you whisper huskily into her ear. "Something to look forward to after the rally?"

"You can't be serious..." she manages to rebuke in a brief sense of clarity. "This is... this the... ahhhhnnn...! The library...! We'll-"

"No one's here. Everyone's gone home to leave us all alone and it's only getting darker by the second. You must be pretty pent up since the last time we talked, aren't you? You need this Blake. Let me give you what you need."

She whimpers with thirst as your hand reaches up to cup her cheek and turn her towards you. Deep, amber eyes peer into yours with a swirling whirlpool of emotions; yearning, apprehension, denial, acceptance. She wanted you and she wanted you badly, but it was clear you'd have to make the first move, a move you were all too happy to oblige. With your noses barely touching, it takes little effort at all to close that final inch and press your lips against hers in a tender, passionate kiss. She couldn't hold herself back any longer after that and eagerly throws her arms over your shoulders to pull you in, deepening the kiss with her questing tongue. Your roar triumphantly in your mind; success.