DISCLAIMER: There will be a sexual scene in this chapter. If you are unddr the age of 18, I strongly advise you to not read this. The sexual scene will occur as a flashback so you know where to expect it. You have been warned.

Blake POV

I am sitting underneath the big tree in the courtyard reading.

Todd: *laughing with excitment*

I look up and see (Y/n) playing with Todd, tickling Todd's belly, lifting him up and flying him around like an airplane, and watching Todd as he plays with his toys.

Blake: *thoughts* Oh my goodness, that's so cute to watch. Makes me remember the night it happened.

Flashback 3rd Person POV

*knock* *knock* *knock*

Blake: Hello? Hello! Baby, please open up are you okay?

The door opens and (Y/n) stands there a little nervous.

Blake: *sigh of relief* Thank god you're here. I was so worried when I noticed you left the resturaunt. As soon as the whole hubbub was resolved, I rushed right over. *hugs (Y/n)* Are you okay? *notices her clothes being wet* Oh, I'm sorry, I got you all wet.

(Y/n): *depressed* I-It's okay, I guess.

Blake: I'm sorry? *notices (Y/n)'s depressed expression* Wait, are you mad at me? D-Did I scare you? Or-

(Y/n): N-No, I'm not mad.

Blake: Oh, thank god. I'm so relieved that you're not angry with me for, you know, beating the monkey piss out of that blue waffle you used to date for crashing our dinner date. I know that fight was pretty big, but she earned it and I needed to express myself. I'm really sorry you were in earshot, let alone there, to witness the fun. It just sucks that she thought it would be cool, just popping in and start abusing you again as if you were still her toy.

(Y/n) then opens the door to the abandoned apartment the White Fang is holed up in.

Blake: *confused* Uh?

(Y/n): Care to get out of the rain?

Blake: *looks down at her clothes* Oh yeah. Thank you, I'd love to get out of the rain. *steps inside* Would you believe I kinda forgot I was standing there, soaked to the bone and all? It's a good thing this place is so close to the resturaunt or I probably would've drowned chasing you down.

(A/N): Background noise muffled.

(Y/n): *trying not to stare* Do you want a towel?

Blake: Yes, I would love one. I'll stay here so I don't get your place soaked.

(Y/n) walks to the bathroom and pulls a towel off the rack, he comes back and Blake starts drying herself off.

Blake: Thanks. *looks outside* It's pretty horrible out there huh? I guess this is a fitting backdrop considering we ran into Whore the Explorer, though. We didn't even get our food.

Her clothes were still soaked so her skin could be seen through her blouse, skirt and tights.

(Y/n): Uh-huh.

This made (Y/n) turn red with embarrassment when he felt he was staring he just started looking at the ceiling, Blake noticed and inquired...

Blake: Are you okay? Is there a leak in the ceiling, why are you-

(Y/n): Uhm, I can, um. *points out see through cleavage*

Blake: Oh for goodness sakes. Yeah, they're called boobs. Boobs. I was gifted with a extra ordinary portion by puberty and they now contribute to the cleavage you so love peeking at.

Again, (Y/n) doesn't look cause he doesn't to offend Blake by only staring at her cleavage.

Blake: Oh, come on. I was just playing with you, I mean I know you like my cleavage, or cleavage in general if Harriet Holstaur back there is any indication. *laughes*

(Y/n) chuckles as he looks down at Blake, Blake knows his eyes are on her chest.

Blake: See. *bounces her cleavage a little* Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle~- *(Y/n) looks away again* No, no, no, come on. It's okay to look. We are dating and it's not like I conviently forget the top two buttons on my blouse whenever we're together. Trust me, I've had these things for a while, so I know when they're out and who's looking, staring, gawking, or drooling, and I know you've done all of the above from time to time. Right~

(Y/n) continues to look away and his cheeks turn red again.

Blake: No, come on. I'm serious, it's okay to look. Look at them, look at me. Please? And please just ignore the whole drowned kitten look, it doesn't effect my boobs, right?.... I mean, I did just fuck up your abusive ex, the least you could do is give me a smile or something, or at least, quit hiding your smile at my drenched cleavage. I'm good either way.

(Y/n) does eventually look at Blake and a smile does appear on his face causing Blake to giggle.

Blake: There's the smile I needed. Thank you.

(Y/n): So, what happened to.....

Blake: Oh, the Bitch? Your ex-Cow? That herpes infected fuckchasm? Don't worry about that asshole, she won't be pressing charges, and I was only banned from my favorite tuna melt resturaunt for a month. No big deal, so don't worry about it. The manager was upset with the fighting, but she saw everything as it happened, so it isn't that bad, she's not that angry with me.

(Y/n): I'm sorry you got in trouble over me.

Blake: No! She deserved that throat punch and far worse, and personally I would've accepted all of those consequences and more. I mean, I would've loved it if that cum-gargling ass clown you used to date actually fucked that three foot tall pepper grinder, as I suggested. I even offered to take from the waitress and would've gladly turned the grinder after insertion. It would've been my honor.

(Y/n): But, why?

Blake: What do you mean, why?

(Y/n): Why did you say anything at all?

Blake: Oh, because she hurt you, repeatedly, routinely. Because she's a bitch. Because she tracked you down at our intimate dinner date just to give you shit about leaving her. Because she still thinks she owns you or something. Because she dismissed your three years of abuse as tough love. Because she demeans you constantly. How about demanding you sign away most of your paycheck for the entirety of your time with her as her whipping boy and offering you nothing in return. Also maybe because she makes women in general look like shit. Take your pick, or let's just agree to all of the above. And spitting in my face for standing up for you tonight was just the reason I was looking for. Fuck her in both ears with a rusted shovel.

(Y/n) looks away with a saddened expression, Blake tries to get his attention.

Blake: Hey, look at me. *(Y/n) glances* No, no, seriously look at me. It's okay. You didn't do anything wrong. You were the victim, for three years. I am proud to be there for you. I mean you said you weren't angry with me, and you loved seeing her dealt with, and you even appreciated that I would do that for you. You know I'd do it again, right? 24/7. Twice on Sundays though, I love throat punching skeezy cows, it's just my jam. You know for fun. *(Y/n) looks at Blake* And I will always be there for you, to stand by you, and to- *(Y/n) looks away again* *annoyed* Oh, for god's sake, what?! The wet shirt thing? Still? Whatever, you deserve a peek. I'm proud, they're natural and- Wait.

(Y/n) started walking away and this worried Blake.

Blake: Where are you going? No, no, no, please let me-

(Y/n): Just getting you another towel and my robe.

Blake: Oh, heh, good call. My clothes are just too far gone.

(Y/n) comes back and Blake first dries herself of a little more before starting to unbutton her blouse, (Y/n), of course, turned around. This annoyed Blake a bit.

Blake: Oh for pete's sake! Really? Turning around? Why?

(Y/n): I.... don't deserve.... to see you.

Blake: What? Why?

(Y/n): Let's just say you're, out of my league.

Blake: Jesus- what the hell are you on about?

(Y/n): *sigh* Nevermind.

Blake: No, no, no. Not this time. You always do this. You always say weird things about your station or whatever. What are you talking about? Look at me, please? *(Y/n) finally turns around* What's wrong? I mean, if you aren't actually attracted to me-

(Y/n): I guess.... I guess I just don't feel like I've done anything to earn the attention of a beautiful woman like you.

Blake: Right, but I-

(Y/n): All this time, I've been told I'm less than trash because of the way I act, the way I look. That I never in my life will ever deserve to be loved by a girl like you.

Blake: Okay.... Look, we're going to table that whole, "I'm out of your league" bullcrap for now. Okay?

(Y/n) nods and sighs.

Blake: Good. Is that why you never approached me? Why you never tried to go out with me before? Never responded to my obvious advances?

(Y/n): Advances?

Blake: Yes, advances. Showing you my cleavage, brushing my hands across your shoulders whenever possible, laughing hard at your jokes. What about playing with my hair whenever you looked at me. Or when I winked at you, you must've noticed me winking now and again, right?

(Y/n): I... just thought you had something in your eye. And tried not to look down your shirt.

Blake: Well, you failed on that last one, I noticed.

Blake moves to the couch in the living room and beckons (Y/n) to come sit with her. (Y/n) eventually complies and suts next to Blake, taking up half the couch. Even so, Blake scooted close to (Y/n).

Blake: There we go. Now look at me. *(Y/n) glances* No, really. Look at me. Don't I look good? Enticing even? With respect to your delicate sensiblities I'm at least partially covered. Your robe is big on me, but I'm covered enough. I mean less than some buxum babe in a two piece dental floss down at the beach right?

(Y/n): I avoid beaches so I don't get caught looking at women and they take it the wrong way.

Blake: *sighs* Jesus, dude. Damn, she really fucked you up throughly, huh? *sighs* This is going to be a bit harder than I thought. Okay. You trust me, yes?

(Y/n): Y-Yes.

Blake: You believe I'd never hurt you? That we're close and it's safe being with me?

(Y/n): Yes.

Blake: Good. Now, just relax and sit there.

(Y/n): *deep breath and tries to relax*

Blake: That's it. Now, look at me. Just the eyes for now, we'll work on looking at the rest of me later. But for now, don't I at least deserve your gaze? Haven't I earned a moment of your attention? Dinner, the fight, me coming here to make sure you're okay?

(Y/n) finally looks right into Blake's eyes much to her satisfaction and joy as she looks at his (E/C) eyes.

Blake: There we go. That's it, I remember those eyes. So strong, so deep, just seemingly lost and diminished. You've been having a hard time of it, havent you? Even before tonight. Well...

Blake slowly and gently climbs and straddles (Y/n)'s lap.

(Y/n): What are you doing?

Blake: *soft and tender tone* Isn't it obvious? I'm straddled across your lap wearing nothing but your robe. I'm soaked to the bone, with my hands on your shoulders, looking deeply into your eyes with a, "come hither" stare.

(Y/n): Uhm...

Blake: Yes, I'm doing your taxes.

(Y/n) couldn't help but laugh, Blake then laughed along.

Blake: See? It's alright. Laugh, look at me. Feel my closeness. Remember what we are to one another. You've been there for me, and I've been there for you. Thick and thin, remember? People called us work spouses, and I've always loved the idea. I mean, I've always been there for you, at work, and your personal life, tonight. There we go, just let that stress, fear and worry go. I've got you. Forget that dumpy and frumpy cow. Forget the fight you saw. Forget- uh, well, maybe don't forget the look on her face when I throat punched her, I know I won't. *giggles* Look at me.

(Y/n) does so, and Blake continues smiling as the two keep looking at each other.

Blake: Yes, listen. You tried giving and being your all to that rancid spooge bucket for so long, only to have it blow up in your face. Repeatedly. It's not you. She's a festering puss boil. A fake, loose, saggy, baggy and raggy cum sponge, who's only value to humanity is to spend a few decades with her tits in a ringer. You? You're terrific, a-amazing, you just have shit aim. You just, seem to pick the wrong kind of woman. Woman who won't, or simply can't, reciprocate your gifts and you... are a gift. You make everyone a priority, and you never ask anything of anyone. You were giving and selfless to that fucking cum goblin twat waffle over yourself for 3 years. If you could just see your way to giving so much of your attention to someone who wants to do the same for you. Then you'd finally know the happiness and contentment that you seek, what you've always desired.

Blake leaned in and her breast pressed against (Y/n)'s chest, causing (Y/n) to become a little flustered.

Blake: Yeah, real soft and supple tits, we all have our preferences. *giggles* Now, now, I'm kidding.

(Y/n): I just don't want a woman purely for her body.

Blake: I know, you really want the connection. The intimacy. The relationship where I'm there for you as you are there for me. Although, I'm sure a whole lot of sweaty, breathless, sex would be nice too, right?

(Y/n): *chuckles nervously*

Blake: *giggles* Yes. I-me, what do you have to lose? I want this. I want you. I am soaked to the bone, but I'm also soaking wet, naturally.

(Y/n): Y-You mean...?

Blake: Yeah, down there.

Blake giggles a little, then tenderly kisses (Y/n) on the lips. Blake then gently takes (Y/n)'s hand.

Blake: Yup, give me your hand, and... *(Y/n) hand touches Blake's wet opening* there.

(Y/n)'s hand gently rubs her opening.

Blake: *soft and tenderly* Feel that? Hear that noise? That's what they mean when they say moist. You did this to me. I want this. Just relax. Quiet now, you tried to do, and do, and do, and only ever been hurt. Let me do for you. Let me be the one to make this happen. Let me show you how a true love leads in a relationship.

This made (Y/n) a little nervous about what Blake meant, Blake picked up on his anxiety and kissed him on the lips for a few seconds and continued talking sofly to him.

Blake: No. I didn't say dominance, I didn't BDSM. I didn't say subjugation, consensual non-consent, or anything else. I said lead, I said true love. So let me show you. *(Y/n) relaxes again* That's it. I've got this. I've got you.

Blake, once again, softly and tenderly starts kissing (Y/n) again, she pulls away a little asks.

Blake: It's okay. Please, move your head to the side a little?

(Y/n) does so and Blake kisses his neck before very lightly biting it. She pulls back after hearing a little grunt from (Y/n).

Blake: There you go. You like it when I mark you, don't you? But I won't be rough with you. *kisses (Y/n)'s lips again* This is all about showing you tender, *kisses again* tender love.

Blake continues tenderly kissing (Y/n), she can feel his member getting hard through his pants as she gently grinds on him. She then pulls away and asks...

Blake: Can I take off your shirt? *kisses (Y/n)*

(Y/n): Yes.

Blake: *kisses (Y/n)* Thank you.

Blake gently tugs on (Y/n), he leans forward and lifts his arms, Blake takes the shirt off and see's he's got more of a Powerlifter body type rather than being purely fat.

Blake: Wow, you sure know how to keep in shape. *looks back into (Y/n)'s eyes* Lucky me.

Blake stops (Y/n) from moving around.

Blake: No. You don't have to worry about anything. Stay right there. Tilt your head back. Slip a hand into my hair, but don't lead me. I'll lead you.

Blake then brushes her fingers over (Y/n)'s eyes.

Blake: Close your eyes, and just feel, what I make you feel.

Blake starts moving her way down and kisses (Y/n)'s body all the way to his belt line.

Blake: Are you okay?

(Y/n): Yes.

Blake: Good. Can I take off your pants?

(Y/n): .....Yes.

Blake: Thank you.

Blake undoes (Y/n)'s belt and slowly pulls his pants down he lifted his hips up a bit to help get them off. Blake then looked at his erect member in front of her face and is surprised.

Blake: Wow, you look all ready to go, but not yet. I wanna give you a treat, okay.... If I had known how big you were, I would've done some throat exercises first. *giggles*

Blake softly licks the tip of his member and (Y/n) suddenly jerks a little.

Blake: Just one lick, huh? You like that, don't you? *kisses his member* When I kiss it, *kisses again* and tease it. And gently massage your balls.

Blake continues tenderly teasing (Y/n) for a few seconds, before putting his whole member on her mouth and she starts sucking him off, gently. (Y/n) can barely contain his grunts and moans of pleasure, but Blake stops just as he starts to buck his hips a bit.

Blake: Ah, try not to buck your hips too much.

Blake continues sucking his member and even so far as to deepthroat it a couple times. (Y/n) could barely stay still he wanted to give in but Blake was adamant about this being about tender, true love. Blake then stops.

Blake: There you go, now you're all ready.

Blake climbs back into (Y/n)'s lap and straddles him again.

Blake: I'm going to take this off, and please, just look at me, don't turn away. See all of me.

Blake undos the robe and let's it fall off her and onto the floor. (Y/n) does keep his eyes on her, and this fills Blake with pleasure and lust. She then teases (Y/n)'s member again by rubbing the tip against her wet opening.

Blake: *soft moan* You're bucking your hips again. Don't worry, I won't tease you for long. Kiss me.

(Y/n) complies and kisses Blake on the lips. Blake then starts letting (Y/n)'s member inside her opening, she moans softly but sharply.

(Y/n): Are you okay?

Blake: It's fine. I just, need a minute to get all the way down.

(Y/n) holds Blake to ease her down onto his shaft.

Blake: *moans as she finally reaches the bottom* *softly* Oh my god. *kisses (Y/n)* There we go. It feels good inside me, doesn't it? I'm wet, warm, welcoming. Not nearly as harsh as her. I'm gonna make sure that you forget how she felt, and only remember me. *kisses (Y/n)* I'm gonna start rocking my hips now, okay?

(Y/n) only nods, and Blake starts to slowly and gently move her hips, she lets out soft moans with every movement. She leans in and kisses (Y/n) on the lips as she moans with pleasure. The entire time they don't take their eyes off one another, (Y/n) starts bucking his hips a little.

Blake: Slow, slow, slowly okay. Just let me take care of it. *kisses (Y/n)*

Blake moans get a little louder as she leads this intercourse. (Y/n)'s hands then tentatively touch Blake's well toned and endowed body.

Blake: Yes, feel my body. Glide your hands all over me. *moans* This is what a real woman feels like. *moans* A woman that loves you.

Blake moans more at (Y/n)'s staring and touching of her, she leans in again and kisses him while moaning for several minutes, never losing eye contact with her lover.

(Y/n): Can you... *grunts* go faster. Please?

Blake: *moans* Of course, baby. *moans* I can feel you thrusting up into me. You wanna cum don't you?

(Y/n): *grunts* Y-Yes, but-

Blake: Shh, don't worry about pulling out, just do it. It's okay to cum inside me, I want you to. I'll go faster for you.

Blake speeds up her bouncing on (Y/n)'s member, but not enough for it to be rough. Blake and (Y/n) as their moans grow louder and more intense. Blake can feel his member throbbing inside her and tightens her opening around him as her climax draws near. The two continue to kiss one another as Blake goes down on (Y/n)'s member one last time before he burst and let out his seed inside her. This caused her to climax as well as she moaned loudly in pleasure and (Y/n) almost let out a loud roar as he released inside Blake. But almost as soon as the ecstasy had reached it's peak, it vanished, and the two breath heavily.

(Y/n): Did you-

Blake: Yeah, of course I came. *breath of relief* And finally, I knew you'd wanted to, and knew this would be everything we both wanted. Needed actually. *looks deeply into (Y/n)'s eyes* You deserved this, and God knows I needed this. That I needed you. You needed the win, joy. You needed to be happy. And damn, do you look at me~

Blake kisses (Y/n) for several seconds before pulling away.

Blake: But, and I really don't want to kill the mood, but, why? Why did you never once ask me out? I mean, I thought I had sent all the right signals, flashing you my cleavage, hiding my skirt as I happened by, touching you, blowing in your ear, for pete's sake, I'd say I did everything short of, what we just did, just to tell you it was safe and even desired for years. So why did you wait so long? Why did I have to finally push the issue by beating the taste out of your ex-douche canoe? I-I'm not mad, I'm just curious, concerned, worried.

Blake kisses (Y/n) to try an coax him into telling her.

(Y/n): .....Like I said earlier, I didn't feel worthy of your affection. I knew you were too good for me for a whole host of reasons, I just-

Blake: Stop, stop that. Okay, we will get back to this whole my being too good for you or whatever you were on about, but at a later date. Let me just address this right now. Yes, I am in great shape as you thoroughly enjoyed, and I do train and work hard. I'm not a gym rat by any stretch of the imagination, but I do work on keeping myself in shape. Jogging and weights and such.

(Y/n): You see, I-

Blake: *puts finger on (Y/n)'s mouth* Please, let me finish. Let's skip past the part where I never once said to you pr anyone else that only men who work on their bodies as much as I do can have a piece. I've never established some sort of aesthetic mold that all suitors must meet as a minimum bar. I mean by your logic, a gym rat is simply more deserving of banging me than you ever could ever hope to be, right? And that's kind of offensive.

(Y/n): Huh? How?

Blake: It means that, or at least implies, that I'm vain, shallow, or at the very least judgemental.

(Y/n): *realizes* Oh, I guess never thought of it that way. I never meant to make you feel that way-

Blake: Shh, shh, it's okay. I know that's not what you meant. Like I said, a discussion for another day, I guess. *kisses (Y/n)* For now, just know that you don't get to decide who I want to be with, I reserve that right, and I care about the person. The soul. How they treat people. Who they are. *kisses (Y/n)* Who you are. Don't you get it yet? Did you not hear me earlier? I love you. And you deserve love and I want to give it to you. I've wanted for so long, I wanted to show you that love. And not for crap like aesthetics, or how much you work out, or who you've dated, or your finances, just because. Because you are you, and you are wonderful. You've been so good to me since that day you patched me up the first time. And even though you wanted me, obviously, all this time, you were being so respectful and careful about it. To a fault, actually, as you completely missed my every signal. I mean, how did you miss the long lingering stares, or when I showed you the difference between a hidden panty line and no panty line. Christ on a crutch, how many times did I sit opposite you when you were working or eating with me, with my legs open just enough and just at the right angle?

(Y/n): I... didn't want to assume anything.

Blake: You felt I was too good for you, at all times?

(Y/n): *exhale* Yeah.

Blake: *sigh*

(Y/n): Are you, angry?

Blake: No, no, I'm not angry. Obviously it all worked out, right? It's just wrong, you are so wrong about yourself.

(Y/n) tries to make a joke, but Blake immediately stopped him

Blake: No, no, this is not a self depreicating sense of humor. You suffer from deep seated fears and self loathing. I have to wonder if you gave condom eating sperm bank so much of your time because you felt like you deserved her shit treatment to be loved. But, baby, darling, lover, that's simply not the case. It's just not true. *kisses (Y/n)* Not at all. Just think only of tonight. You loved it, my leading you, us, my passion, my need for you. For now, let's just embrace this moment. We'll get you past this loathing thing tomorrow.

Blake kisses (Y/n) once more before laying down on the couch and cuddling together under a blanket together. Blake didn't know it then, but she had just gotten herself pregnant from this encounter. But right now, she didn't care and deep down welcomed it.

Flashback Ends

(A/N): End background noise here.

Blake POV

(Y/n): Blake?

Blake: *breaks back to reality* Yes, babe?

(Y/n): Something on your mind?

Blake: Oh, I was just remembering the day I found out I was pregnant. Next to our eloping and getting married, it was the best day of my life.

(Y/n): Yeah, I guess I still have some issues to work out, huh?

Blake: No babe, don't do that to youself. It makes me sad when you say stuff like that about yourself.

(Y/n): *sigh* You're right. I don't know why I'm still so scared of everything though.

Blake: A past filled with traumatic events can be difficult to overcome, but I know for a fact you have the strength to get past it. *grabs (Y/n)'s hand* And I will always be there for you when you, like you always are for me.

Todd: Wuv Papa.

Blake: *giggles* That's right, we do love Papa, don't we?

I get onto my knees, pick up Todd and smooch his cheek, I then lean up and kiss (Y/n) on the lips.

Blake: I love you, no matter what happens.

(Y/n): I-I love you too.

Todd wants to keep playing with (Y/n), so I hand him over and sit back down to watch them play, seeing how gentle and loving (Y/n) is, he's making me want another baby with him. Wait-did I just say that?

(A/N): Whew, that was a long one. Hope you enjoyed, have a great day and I'll see you again next time. PEACE OUT!!!