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She supposed it was a credit to her faunus senses and time in the White Fang that even now, after all this time, Blake Belladonna could still wake up in an instant to any unexpected sound. Both ears on her right side twitched as her eyes flicked awake, vestigial muscles in her human ear straining to match the turn radius of the one atop her head.
...There.
A high pitched whine, soft, followed by a sigh.
...Damnit.
After nearly two years of living together, you would think she'd be used to this already.
Her face flushed as a soft moan came from a bunk on the far side of the room, even breaths of sleep occasionally exchanged for a quick hitch in breath or soft gasp. Blake sighed as her body reacted to the sounds on instinct, a warmth pooling low in her belly.
It wasn't like she could unhear her teammate having a wet dream anyway.
Ever enigmatic, Blake had spent more than a few nights woken by members of her team and their various erotic fantasies. There was only so much time one of them could spend in the shower before people began to notice, afterall. Unsurprisingly, it had been Yang who had first thought herself quiet and clever enough to bring her relaxation time back to the beds of the shared dorm room. How her partner had forgotten that a girl with four ears slept directly beneath her while she arched and made the wood creak, groaning curses into a bitten pillow as she came was beyond Blake.
Blake made sure to spend the next day buried in a thick tome of anything not called "Ninjas of Love," too close to properly read the lettering but just enough to hide the tinge of pink that flushed her body any time she heard the blonde speak.
The next to surrender was Ruby, not even bothering to attempt to quiet the frantic movements of her hand beneath the sheets, all of which Blake could see in black and white clarity with her faunus nightvision. At least she had been aware enough to freeze for a few minutes while Blake rolled to face the other way "in her sleep" before continuing.
(Blake spent the next two weeks attempting to research noise cancelling and earmuff headphones, but wearing two sets of headphones much less keeping them in place during sleep proved to be an exceedingly uncomfortable feat, not to mention how much one set already spent so much of the day stiff and sore from being confined in a bow.)
Weiss, predictably, never indulged in such "deviant and sinful behavior." While she had come a long way and thawed quite a bit from the ice heiress Blake had scorned the first day, Weiss still had her prudish sense of morality and virtue fully intact. Unfortunately, all that pent-up frustration had to go somewhere, manifesting at least several times a semester in her dreams.
Blake sighed quietly as the rare smell hit her nose, a non-scent of musk Blake now associated with ice caves and icicles as Weiss shifted in her sleep with an incomprehensible murmur. Biting her lip lightly, Blake ran fingers through her hair and sighed.
Was it really any surprise at all that she struggled with severe attraction to every single one of her teammates in a more than friendly way? She thanked whatever luck she had and whatever deities watched over her that she'd managed to learn to school her face and thoughts from most everyone. Velvet knew, of course, those rabbit ears she sported able to pick up on Blake's increased heart rate instantly whenever Yang put a hand on her shoulder or Ruby tackled her in a hug. Thankfully she also knew how to keep a secret in faunus solidarity, pointedly looking away and and snapping photos of team RWBYs weapons while they were summarily distracted.
Rolling away from Weiss as her breath began that telltale hitch that preceeded a silent shocked awakening, Blake slowly inhaled, letting Weiss' scent fill her lungs with a tiny smirk, pulling the covers up and letting the darkness of the room cover her blush as she settled down to sleep just as Weiss gasped awake.