Frustrations
Weiss barely had the strength to open the door to her dorm. She wanted to just blast the annoying obstacle out of the way, but instead decided to reach forward and use the knob like a normal person. When the door was dealt with, a quick glance around the room let her know that she was, in fact, alone. A smile that didn't reach her glazed eyes formed and she staggered inside. She closed the door behind her and shuffled around in the darkness. Memory guided her to her bed. She made sure to duck to avoid hitting her head on Ruby's bed and sat down. She tensed, wondering if she had forgotten to remove Myrtenaster from her belt before sitting down. Was there a hole in her bed now? The heiress shook her head and remembered that she had stowed her beloved weapon in her locker.
The heiress kicked her shoes off, not caring where they landed and already forming a reprimand if someone tripped on them. Then she slowly reached up, her arms feeling like they were pulsing and burning at the same horrible time. When her clumsy fingers managed to undo her ponytail, Weiss' smile grew. Then she fell backwards and surrendered herself to sleep.
Yang was shaking and wanted to dance in the hallway. At first she thought her ears had deceived her, as Blake had insisted on whispering in the smallest voice imaginable. But then she repeated herself and Yang heard that she was finally getting the go-ahead to take their relationship to the next level. It took every ounce of self-control for the blonde to not pump her fists in the air and scoop her partner up. Of course, Yang couldn't stop herself from grabbing Blake's hand and conducting a mad dash back to their room.
They had made quite the scene, and Yang barely remembered Blake shouting apologies to the casualties of their flight, but she couldn't care less about that. Months of frustrations of watching the seductive, black haired goddess and maintaining a secret relationship in close proximity to their other teammates were going to work themselves out of Yang's system through powerful, fiery lovemaking. The blonde swore as she fumbled with her scroll to get their door open.
"Are you okay?" Blake asked. Her face was flushed, though Yang didn't know if it was from embarrassment or the run. The blonde made it a note to ask who was affected by their spirited trek across the campus later.
"Yeah, give me a moment," Yang said. She held her wrist steady with her free hand and carefully managed to insert the scroll into the lock. Seconds stretched into minutes as Yang glared at the red light on top of the lock. Or maybe she just needed to calm down. When an eternity passed, and the little red light switched to green, Yang's hand shot out and the lustful blonde almost tore the doorknob off in her haste. She reached out with her other hand, wrapped it around Blake's waist, and pulled her girlfriend into a passionate kiss.
Blake's warmth spread into her and Yang felt her knees go weak at the thought of what they were about to do. Pulling Blake in and slamming the door behind them, the couple maneuvered in the darkness toward their beds. Their wandering hands pulled off whatever piece of clothing they landed on. Vest, scarf, shirt, shoes, it was all too much to wear and had to go.
Yang felt the edge of Blake's bed against the back of her legs and went down, pulling Blake with her, breaking their kiss for a moment but renewing it in the same breath.
Through their all-too-infrequent times together, Yang had figured out that lightly biting on Blake's collarbone forced the black-haired girl to make the most intoxicating sound. The blonde immediately sought the spot out. Blake's reaction was instantaneous. She let out her low, beautiful moan and turned her head to give Yang a better angle. She was more than happy to oblige. But when she tried again, Blake's body went stiff on top of her.
"W-W-Weiss?" Blake asked.
Yang followed her girlfriend's gaze and saw the heiress on her bed. She was almost invisible in the dark room, but the moonlight coming through the window was able to highlight her white hair perfectly. Yang could tell that the heiress was asleep, though it was strange to see her sleeping in her normal clothes. It meant that their secret was safe. Blake had realized it too, as she instantly relaxed. Yang felt a devilish smirk growing. "Wanna keep going?"
Blake glared at her before her expression softened. "Actually, I just remembered some studying that I should be doing. I think I have a test after this weekend."
"What?" Yang sputtered as Blake climbed off of her. "B-but, wait, we can just go somewhere else, right? I mean, it's not like there aren't a bunch of places where no one looks."
"I'm sorry, Yang," Blake said, bending over to pick up her clothes. Whether Blake meant to give Yang a perfect view of the rear that the blonde wouldn't be having or not, Yang felt like someone had just set her face on fire. "Maybe another time?"
The words were so innocent. Yang groaned and fell back on the bed. "I have to wait more?"
"Seems that way," Blake said, dressed and smirking. She threw Yang's clothes at her, hitting her in the face. "Now get dressed and get to work."
"There's only one sort of work I want to do," Yang muttered. She let out a loud groan before sitting up and putting her top on. Blake had already taken a seat at one of the desks and had opened a book. Yang let her eyes wander over the black-haired beauty before slowly moving over to Weiss' sleeping form.
Making sure to keep her voice low so Blake couldn't hear, and mindful of the heat that she could still feel, Yang said, "You're a hazard to my sexual health."