Medusa Gorgon | Helping her with out

Your little room in one of the more secluded parts of Death City was still swamped in soft early morning light filtering in through the sheer curtains covering the window. Warm air that smelled of the previous night's takeout ramen and old sheets hung thick within the space, still laced with the distant echo of the students in DWMA rushing to their classes down the street and the clanking and boisterous laughter of a passing meister and weapon pair. Through the cracked window a cooling breeze flowed, carrying the scent of damp concrete from the light rain that had fallen through the night.

You were still snuggled under the covers, your limbs heavy and numb from the previous day's intensive training session, when three loud, sharp knocks resounded at your apartment door authoritative and so firm that the entire frame shook. There was absolutely no mistaking that this wasn't someone you could sleep through.

Grinning drowsily as you pulled yourself from your bed, you made your way to the door and flung it open to reveal Medusa Gorgon, propped up casually against the doorframe, her blonde hair falling down one side, her lips curled into a knowing, cruel smirk. Her classic skin-tight black uniform molded her to the very letter, giving shape to every exquisite curve, to her overflowing breasts, and to her magnificent, full and rounded backside that spilled and rounded out in the dark material. The bare skin on her chest shimmered lightly, betraying the fact she had already been up and plotting for some time.

"Good morning to you too,"

Her voice flowed low with amusement, a deep taunt that danced between teasing and mockery, and as she brought her arms up to her chest, she hiked the already large cups of her uniform higher and glanced you over, her bright yellow irises slitted pupils narrowed. Two neighbors on the other side of the hall, whose door was slightly cracked, quickly withdrew, their eyes widening in surprise at the infamous Witch at their neighbor's door.

"We have much to do today. There's a peculiar experiment I need some supplies for... And you," Her gaze swept from your toes up to your scalp before returning to your face, "are going to get them for me."

With a sharp flash of her fanged teeth and a cruel twist of her smile, she spun around and stalked away down the hall, the movement sending a heavy roll of her thick, pliant backside swinging beneath her uniform. The light breeze carried the exotic and somehow deadly perfume mixed with the tang of something sharp, like venom and smoke, into the room as she paused a short way down.

It didn't take you too long to pull yourself together and dress, you joined her in the hall where she had moved from propping against the wall to resting a hand on the swell of her wide hip. Her eyes narrowed playfully and she looked you over again before a sly smile graced her lips. "Finally. I almost thought you were going to sleep in. So," she asked, tilting her head and causing her braid to sway gently across her shoulders, "are we ready? Or do I need to drag you kicking and screaming out the door?" You joined her with a groggy murmur as the world around began to wake up to the clatter of stairs, chatter in the distance, and the rustle of leaves against the glass as more students continued to filter into the streets below.

The hallways of DWMA were beginning to clear out as the afternoon training session came to an end. Sunlight, the golden hue of a setting sun, poured in through the towering windows and stretched long shadows across the polished floors. You grimaced with each stride the deep gash running along your side from an especially violent training bout earlier burned, a sluggish flow of crimson seeping through the hastily applied bandage. It wasn't life threatening, but it definitely hurt more than enough to require a proper look. You pushed open the familiar door to the infirmary with a weary sigh.

The infirmary was less busy than usual, filled with the same soft, warm afternoon light filtered through the large windows which were adorned with the familiar, crisscross security bars. The air here held that familiar smell of antiseptic and fresh bandages mixed with the pungent aroma of stale cigarettes. There were a few beds tucked behind heavy, drawn privacy curtains, piles of patient charts lay scattered across the counter, and the various necessary supplies neatly organized upon the shelves. Faint sounds of student chatter and combat drills could be heard from beyond the walls of the building, setting up a peaceful oasis.

Behind the main counter, sprawled lazily in the available chair, Medusa Gorgon lounged, enjoying one of her rather unofficial tea breaks. The stark white lab coat was spread carelessly open around her shoulders, revealing the tight-fitting, lace bra and matching panty that clung to the generous curves of her voluptuous figure. Her long blonde hair was pulled into her typical thick side braid and a few strands had strayed from it, sticking to her slightly flushed skin. She held a lit cigarette delicately between her lips, sending up a small, serpentine plume of smoke that seemed to snake its way lazily toward the ceiling before disappearing. A faint sheen of sweat glistened on her collarbone and the dip of her cleavage.

She inhaled deeply from her cigarette, her sharp yellow, slit pupil eyes immediately zeroing in on yours the moment you’d crossed the threshold. A slight, devilish smirk curved at the edges of her lips as another delicate wisp of smoke lazily wafted upward, her eyes moving down to inspect the bloody mess on your side, a look of obvious amusement playing in them. "Well well… What have we here. Who do we have to thank for gracing me with a visit at this hour?”

Medusa settled back deeper into the chair, shifting it just slightly and lowering the lap coat on her shoulders, crossing her arms in front of her chest in the process and inadvertently accentuating her assets. She didn’t even bother putting out the cigarette nor trying to cover herself all the better.

"Can’t keep yourself out of trouble for long can you, dear. Come here. Let me have a proper look at that before you end up draining yourself completely onto my freshly washed floor."

She stood with deliberate grace, the lab coat swinging slightly as she approached you. Her walk was fluid and unhurried, her muscular thighs rubbing together with each step. Stopping directly before you, close enough that you caught the scent of her perfume, mingled with smoke, and the distinct warmth of her skin. Her fingers, long and slender, reached out to gently but with unwavering strength, lifting the edge of your shirt. They grazed against your side as she inspected the wound with clinical curiosity.

"Hmm… not a terribly deep one this time, though you’ll need a thorough cleansing. Sit over on the bed." she gestured with a slight tilt of her head, her braid dancing, "And while I’m dealing with this, you can tell me all about how this unfortunate accident occurred. Or is it that you’ve just been desperately missing my… medical attentions?"

Her yellow eyes sparkled with that familiar teasing sparkle as she waited, the once tranquil infirmary suddenly feeling a tad smaller, and far warmer, with her potent presence practically radiating off her, filling every corner of the room. The echoes of the world outside faded once again, only the gentle rise and fall of smoke to witness the silent exchange between the two.