Till late in the evening.

This wasn't like sleep, nothing like sleep. Your mind was completely blank by the time you came to, and your body felt burned and sluggish. Twitching so much as a finger was a chore in of itself, and each breath you took was shallow and ragged. Still, you were alive and well, relatively speaking. Eyelids fluttering, you will away the fog clouding your vision and try to sit up, only for a lancing spike of pain to tear through your chest.

"Hey take it easy!" comes an anxious voice that you recognize to be Blake.

A soft hand places itself firmly on your chest and pushes you back onto what you now recognized to be the thin layer of a sleeping mat.

"Ugh, what happened?" you ask groggily as you open your bleary eyes.

"Do you want the short version or the long one?" she asks as she sits beside you.

"Keep it short, please..."

"Well, you did something in your meditation that flared your aura, basically turning yourself into a human sun with enough power to disintegrate most, if not all the Grimm in the city. Afterwards, you passed out and have been asleep for almost twelve hours. We haven't really done much besides do some light patrols and guard you."

Rubbing your eyes and shaking the haze still clouding your mind, you met with the sight of a small camp fire flickering quietly next to the other three Huntresses, each fast asleep in their own sleeping bags. Either Blake was a natural night owl or the girls had set up watch. Looking around, you realize they had settled down within an apartment tucked away from the prying eyes of the street, tattered curtains pulled tight over the window to shield the flickering light of the fire from view. The apartment itself was barren save for whatever supplies your team had brought for the mission, though a few decrepit furniture pieces suggested the previous occupants had left in a hurry. Propping yourself up with your hands, you lean against the wall with Blake.

"Thank you," you say with gratitude.

"Michael, can I ask you something?" Blake begins quietly so as not to disturb her teammates.

"You want to know why I can do the things I do," you finish for her, already knowing her question.

"Frankly, the things you do should be impossible, even by professional Huntsman standards," she continues. "Yang let slip a few things and Weiss refused to deny anything, but that doesn't help Ruby and I. They told us to ask you directly. Seeing as how you're now awake, I figured this would be as good a time as any."

"I'm a God," you say simply, beginning to grow tired of having to re-explain your true nature.

It's not like you could be mad at her though.

"... you're joking," comes Blake's answer.

"Do I look like I'm joking?" you ask her with a sidelong glance.

"Ok then, you're a God," Blake accepts despite the doubt in her voice. "What then? Did you come here to purge the Grimm from existence like you did today?"

"Eventually," you agreed. "Coming here from my home Universe had cost me a great deal of my original power. As I am now, what you just saw seems to be my current limit."

"Well, I'm glad you're on our side at least."

"You're... taking this surprisingly well," you comment, to which Blake merely shrugs.

"Whether you're a God or not isn't exactly something I can control. You saved our lives on that roof, so I guess that's good enough for me. Just don't go all Devil on us, ok?"

"Heh... thanks," you say with a small smile. "You know, Yang didn't react well at all. In fact, she pretty much gave me an ass chewing."

"Yeah, sounds like her," Blake agrees with a chuckle. "So... are you and Yang... dating each other?"

"In a way...?" you answer evasively, unsure if telling Blake right now about your harem would be a foolish move. "I guess she would be my girlfriend but we haven't really talked about being exclusive."

"Hmmm... good..."

Blake's words puzzle you for a moment but it doesn't take long for you to connect the dots when she gently places her hand upon yours. You take a second glance at the feline Faunus and what you see causes your breath to hitch in your throat. The warm glow of the campfire cast a captivating radiance over Blake's form, her amber eyes glittering with the sparks and embers, the rosy glow of a blush adorning her cheeks.

"I have a confession to make," she continues. "I've grown rather fond of you. As in... more than just a physical way."

She pauses for a moment to take a deep breath. You remain quiet and patient, content to let her speak at her own pace.

"I'm... not sure exactly how to describe these feelings. I don't think it's love, not yet anyway, and yes I do remember what I said to you in the moment in the Library, but you've been on my mind since then. In some ways you make me feel weak and helpless, with my stomach turning in on itself in my own vulnerability like the day we went to the rally, but at the same time I feel so much stronger and alive. And today... when you linked your aura with mine before the fight...? I felt untouchable, as if every last Grimm in the world could come down upon me and I wouldn't bat an eye. I... I find myself wanting more, and I feel like I shouldn't but... there just seems to be a compulsion here that I can't ignore..."

As her voice dies away, you notice she has been inching closer to you with every passing second until she had all but cuddled into your side. At some point, her fingers intertwined with yours in an intimate embrace. Slowly, she turns her head to face you, amber eyes filled with longing and deep-rooted desire, a gaze you return equally.

"I have my suspicions but just tell me yes or no. After everything that's happened between us, are you... a God... of Love and Lust?"

Your breath hitches in your throat. Sharp girl indeed for figuring it out.

"Yes," you confirm quietly.

"And is what I'm feeling my own feelings or something you conjured up to control me?"

She wasn't distrusting or outright accusing you in a rage like Yang had done, but there remained a clear air of uncertainty. Blake was someone who remained careful of who she allowed into her heart, platonic or otherwise so naturally she'd be cautious of any deeper feelings beyond the physical intimacy you two shared. Inquisitive feline eyes waited patiently for your answer despite her body leaning her lips in closer to yours, and you only had something honest to give.

"They're all yours," you manage to breathe.

The words barely left your lips when she presses her own into you. By her own admission, Blake was indulging into her baser desires but this time it was amplified with a far stronger connection. You meet her in kind, tongue snaking out to tangle with hers as you press into each other wantonly. Reaching down with your hands, you grasp her by the hips and pull her into your lap, forcing Blake to squeak in pleasure while she straddles you.

"I need you," she gasps, breaking the kiss momentarily. "I need you right now."

"In front of your teammates?" you teasingly ask.

"They won't know... if we're quiet..."