Bumbleanche Chapter 1, a rwby fanfic

BUMBLEANCHE

A Bumbleby Roleplay (with a dash of WhiteRose)
by Jessica X and Yinyangbangbang

WARNING: This contains graphic depictions of penetrative intercourse, as well as things involving hands. Also, a lot more kinky stuff later on, including chapters involving a younger character (though it is consensual within the context of the story). Please proceed at your own discretion. This specific chapter only contains kissing though!

NOTE: Thanks to Hellyeahpuckentine for her tireless efforts (lol) to help edit these roleplays. Also, for being awesome and settling the matter of naming this fic (and the reason will become obvious much, much later).

This fic has been kind of on the shelf for a couple of months, due to needing a LOT of editing, and also other things such as "real life" and other roleplays getting in the way. Sorry! You might not want to worry about this one getting updated anytime soon because the rest of the story still needs quite a bit of work, but I wanted to post this first chapter as a celebration for hitting 2000 followers on Tumblr. Anyway, enough out of me! On with the smexy times!

~CHAPTER ONE

Blake Belladonna was completely exhausted. This had been the longest day of classes at Beacon Academy since she had first arrived. It was such an innocent little prank, Yang tossing a slug down the back of her shorts. The incessant wriggling had prompted her to dance and jump about until she had rid herself of the pest, after which she had cuffed Yang around the ear. All Professor Goodwitch had seemed to catch was that blow and Yang grasping her arm to stop the next blow, for she set them both a detention: cleaning the mess hall floors until they were spotless. Not a small order by any stretch.

Now, they were both in their dorm room, trying to rest. Weiss and Ruby stayed out in the library or the training room, knowing their presence would not be conducive to a nap. Blake turned over and faced the opposite wall, shivering slightly. Why was it so chilly in their room tonight? It wasn't winter, and the window was closed. Wasn't it?

Usually, her blonde teammate would be fast asleep within five minutes, snoring loudly throughout the room. But not tonight. Tonight, she too attempted to find a comfortable position in bed, discovering there was none. Not only that, but the thin pajamas weren't helping at all with how cold it seemed that night. Surely they had warmer blankets? More pillows? Something to keep the heat in…

But nothing worked. Despite not wanting to disturb her teammate, she felt she had no choice. At least sharing body heat would be warmer than sleeping alone.

"Psst. You awake?"

"Hm?" Blake rolled over to see the messy mop of blonde hanging over the side of the bunk above her. "Oh... yeah, unfortunately. Can't sleep, either?"

"Yeah... is it cold? Or is it just me?"Yang asked, hands quickly returning to her shoulders to rub them in a futile hope of warming them up.

"No, it's freezing," she grumbled as she clutched the sheet up tighter under her chin. "What is wrong with our room? Can't we tell somebody or something?"

"I don't think they'll do anything. We're huntresses, after all; it's not a hotel." She watched as the Faunus bunched the blankets together under her. So Blake was definitely feeling the chill. Perhaps her idea wouldn't sound so ridiculous after all. "What if we, uh, slept in the same bed? Shared body heat? If... If you're okay with that."

Blake sat up to stare at her curiously. "What? Wouldn't that be a little weird?"

"Survival 101," the blonde quickly covered, though when met with another blank stare, she went on, "You never been camping before? Sometimes when Dad would take us out camping, Ruby and I would share the same sleeping bag. It just kept us a little warmer than when we slept alone. It's not weird at all."

"Well..." When her entire body shivered again and she heard her teeth begin to chatter, Blake nodded and slid over a foot or so, pinching the corner of the blanket up for Yang to slide in beside her.

Instantly, Yang hopped down from her bunk, more or less throwing herself into the Faunus's bed. So as not to intrude on her too much, she mainly kept to one side. Though that probably would not do much in the way of sharing heat.

Still, she didn't want her teammate to be uncomfortable. "Let me know if I'm too close, okay?"

At that question, Blake couldn't help but chuckle quietly. "Um... wasn't the point of this to get close?" Yet she hadn't closed the distance any, either. The former White Fang member wasn't used to letting anyone get too close to her.

"Yeah, I didn't quite think this through," Yang chuckled. Budging up very slightly, she patted the space between them. "Hey, I don't bite. Come on and snuggle."

"Okay," Blake giggled. Why had she giggled? Was she a nine-year-old again? Trying not to let on how self-conscious she felt, she scooted over until her hip was just touching another hip, feeling slight warmth from it. "Like th-this?"

"Well, a little more..." Yang then scooted up the rest of the way, so their shoulders were firmly pressed against one another. Only then did she tuck the covers over them firmly. Instantly it was much, much warmer than her bunk. "There, you feel that difference?"

With a little nod, Blake slid her arm slowly under Yang's back. It felt odd to be doing it, but also very comforting. Perhaps this wouldn't be as weird as she first anticipated. "Yeah."

At first, the blonde's eyebrows rose from the contact. She hadn't expected it, mainly because Blake was usually very reserved. She kept to herself, and insisted that she was all right on her own. Still, Yang inched ever so slightly closer, tucking her arm just under Blake's neck.

"Hmm, I never saw you as a cuddler, Blake."

"Stop it," Blake sighed impatiently as their bodies pressed together. What should she do with her legs? She was completely ill suited for this type of activity, all things considered.

It took a few awkward moments of lying like a stiff board until Yang finally turned a small amount to face Blake. She moved her legs slightly closer, unintentionally brushing them against one another.

"S-Sorry, I'm just... trying to get comfy."

Blake nodded, feeling Yang's hair against her cheek. It was soft; she knew the blonde took great lengths in maintaining it to keep it looking beautiful. She should have expected it to feel nice.

"This is a lot warmer already," Blake said in a hushed voice. "Good idea, partner."

"I'm full of them, I'll have you know," she giggled, settling her head down against the pillow, looking over to the amber eyes beside her. The more she thought about it, the more she realized she had never really spent much time with Blake. Not one-on-one, anyway, without any little sisters or entitled heiresses around. Was it on purpose? Or were there other things keeping her away? Still, there was something about the Faunus girl that kept her look fixated upon her, even though she didn't want her to feel uncomfortable. "S-so... um... have you ever been camping?"

"Sure," Blake replied softly. "In the... you know, before. We mostly lived in camps during raids. Not very often did we get to go back to base and sleep in the comfortable beds like our elders, or the civilians. It was... necessity."

"Oh, right... and yet you never kept warm like this?" Yang asked. It seemed an innocent enough question; after all, it was the most basic lesson of survival apart from "make a fire". Though she didn't realize this could potentially be an intimate question.

Shrugging, Blake settled in more solidly against Yang's form. "Here and there. Mostly we brought thicker sleeping bags than these... or just suffered with the cold. Or wore thicker clothes." The subject had grown a little gloomy, and she didn't want to depress her partner. "How is it camping with Ruby?"

As Yang settled into position, she found herself wrapping her arms around her; it was rather like a comforting hug that didn't stop. She even pulled her closer slightly so she could lean on her chest. After all, that would make an excellent pillow. "It's a lot like this. Smooshed in together, cuddled up. Though Zwei would always be trying to get in the middle of us to steal all the warmth."

"Zwei," Blake grumbled under her breath. Then she tried to pretend she hadn't done it, passing her hand over Yang's hair. "That sounds perfect. I'm glad you had that time in your life." Then Blake seemed to realize she had started petting her partner. Why had she done that? Was it a subconscious thing because they had been talking about pets?

Or was it... something else?

"I wish you did, too... it musta been hard in the Fang." Whether or not Yang had noticed the petting was unknown, as she mentioned nothing of it. In fact, this was a very rare moment, when she allowed someone to be so close to her hair, let alone touch it. The hand holding the Faunus closer gently started to stroke a thumb across her soft skin in a gesture of affection. "...Do you have a home? Like, family? Siblings?"

Every movement of the blonde's thumb set her skin to tingling, her heart to racing. None of this made any sense. What were they playing at? "I, u-um... not r-really, I'm afraid." Then she shifted her legs again and felt one knee slip between both of Yang's. "S-sorry, I didn't mean to..."

The girl's cheeks lit up right away. However, the warmth the foreign limb let off against her legs felt rather pleasant. More comforting. Instead of backing away, Yang simply shrugged, bringing Blake closer into her personal space. "It's fine." Though she then realized what Blake had said. She had no family. And now that she had left the White Fang, it wasn't likely she had a home. "So... so where will you go? When school's over?"

Yang wasn't withdrawing her legs. She had been sure that would be the next thing to happen, sure that the closeness was far too much. Instead, they were still practically on top of each other. Blake's hand began to pass up and down Yang's shoulder as she said, "I don't know. I guess I'll have to earn some money, find a place to sleep for a while. Maybe in an alley for a few weeks."

It almost made Yang want to cry, hearing her friend would be homeless after the school year ended. She couldn't let that happen! Not after they'd been friends for so long. After they'd become partners. Her thumb continued its gentle movements over her skin as she went to nuzzle her head into the top of Blake's.

"Dude, you're welcome to come back with me and Ruby, you know. You can have my room; Ruby and I'll share. We'll keep Zwei in the back yard, so don't worry about that. Hey, maybe we'll put you in a nice cardboard box for a bed!"

"That's really kind of you, Yang, but you don't have t- HEY!" She pulled back to glare directly into her eyes. "What do you mean, put me in a cardboard box?!"

"What? Cats like boxes!" she teased while reaching up to her head, stroking over the bow as if she were a normal cat. "Get you a widdle litter box, too, and lots to climb on, oh yes we will, yes we will!"

"St-stop!" Blake half-laughed, half-squealed as she batted Yang's hand away several times, finally latching onto it in desperation. "You know I don't like my ears touched like tha..."

Suddenly, it was painfully obvious that they were in an abnormal situation. Cuddled up together. Holding hands. Nose to nose. Nearly bare legs intertwined. Hot breath was falling on her chin.

The laughter of the blonde had also stopped, once she found that her eyes had locked into those dazzling amber orbs above her. She found her expression softening, even more so as she gazed deep into her eyes. Had they always been that yellow? That gorgeous?

The feeling of warm breath against her lips made the blonde part her own very slightly, allowing her to breathe quieter.

Blake licked her lips to enable herself to speak again, but it only seemed to make the situation worse; she could better feel every gust of air coming from Yang's open mouth now. A mouth she couldn't help but stare at.

Why? This didn't make the slightest bit of sense to her. Yang Xiao Long was an amazing fighting partner and a great friend, and yet she somehow felt uncomfortable around her. Though perhaps that wasn't the right word for this feeling. She didn't know what was.

It was an uncomfortable silence, and yet, it was one that felt comforting. Rather exciting, even. There was definitely something about Blake that made her stare. There must have been some force that was telling her instincts that she should move her head forward... although she kept herself restrained slightly. She wanted to see if the Faunus would close the gap.

The mouth was getting closer and Blake didn't know what to do about it. Should she ignore this? It couldn't possibly mean what she thought it meant… could it?

It could. Yang was trying to kiss her.

Blake's mind filled with a buzzing that made rational thought impossible. It felt like a thousand voices were trying to tell her to either run away or lean forward, and she couldn't separate them from each other and hear their arguments. What did she want? The blonde's lips were half an inch from hers now, and she felt the hot breath, heard it, tasted it. Her own mouth inched in and pressed against the other one. She felt soft lips, felt them pressing back into her own. It was so sweet. What was she doing?

Violet eyes fell shut. Instantly, Yang's whole body started to relax when she felt the contact of their lips. Soft, tender, beautiful; and yet, there was something rather innocent about them. She wanted more, but she had to be patient. Slowly, Yang's mouth opened slightly more as she kissed back, her hand now resting on Blake's back to hold her close against her, while the other looped their fingers together.

The hand on her back startled Blake. It was holding her in place, keeping her from escaping. Instinct demanded she run away, to distance herself from this situation, but she couldn't, she didn't know how to escape without hurting either one of them. Instead, the yearning was channeled into the kiss, deepening it more, tasting her partner in a way she had never anticipated before.

Once again Blake surprised her. She was becoming much more forward than she first assumed, but perhaps that was a good thing. Yang knew kissing; she had done it many times. Everyone has lips, no matter what gender, size, age or race. Kissing was easy enough. She followed Blake by opening her mouth a little wider, the hand on her back rubbing gently.

The situation spiraled out of Blake's control. Her hand trailed up to cup the back of Yang's neck and held her there. How could she put the brakes on this? Did she want to? That question loomed in her mind and kept her from making any decisions other than to continue kneading their lips together, feeling a tongue flash past her lips and wanting to reach out with her own but she was afraid of the result.

The girl above her was such a mystery. Did she really know nothing about this? Did she really have no previous experience? One thing the blonde could sense: Blake wasn't comfortable. Slowly, Yang leaned her head back again, parting their lips as she gazed up at the Faunus's eyes, her hand very gently continuing to rub her back.

Just like that, the spell was broken.

"Yang," she breathed –and heard the need in the single word, the affection much deeper than she had ever used with it before. Clearing her throat, she tried again. "Yang, wh-what did we just do?"

It took Yang quite a while to respond. If anything, she didn't believe it had just happened. All of the years of looking in the mirror, telling herself she didn't like girls – that she couldn't like girls... gone. She liked Blake. In a way that was quite a lot more than just friendship.

"W-we... we kissed."

"No we didn't," Blake said very meekly, though a panic was building behind her words. "We couldn't have, because I'm... and you're a... we're both girls, Yang. Girls don't kiss the way we just kissed."

The blonde was slightly hurt by that. In that split second she had accepted herself, accepted that she could like women as well as men; Blake dismissed it. But they did kiss. They both felt it, they weren't dreaming. They both kissed and both wanted it. "It… it doesn't matter that we're both girls... does it?"

"Of course it does!" When Yang flinched back from that, Blake took stock of the situation; her strategic mind assessed that her teammate seemed to be waiting for her answer and hadn't liked it. "I mean, it... it matters, but m-maybe it's not bad, I... I don't know, Yang!"

"I... I thought..." What did she think anymore? What made sense? The woman above her was amazing, she couldn't deny. A wonderful battle partner, a wonderful friend, and, dare she admit it, a wonderful kisser. "I thought... that you wanted to. I mean... I liked it, and you did too, right?"

Blake's head was spinning, and she suddenly no longer felt cold. In fact, the room seemed to be nearly boiling. "Listen, I... Yang, I've never kissed anyone quite like that, it's all so new, and… I think I liked it." She weighed that after saying it. "Didn't I?"

Yang's cheeks lit up. She didn't know what to say. Although she knew one thing... she wanted more. And so with that in mind, she merely held Blake closer to her, looking around to their hands. Their fingers were still threaded through one another's.

"Yang, I'm scared." The admission was not easy for her, but Blake knew – all too well –that she really could trust her partner with it. "What does this mean, that we're like this now? No, I d-didn't... that we did this. We don't have to be any way." Then she fell silent for lack of any other idea of what to say.

Yang tilted her head, the crimson blush still obvious on her face. Still, she began to sway their joined hands back and forth. "We don't have to be anything. Not if you don't want to... but I..."

All Blake wanted to do was flee, or scream at Yang, or bury her face in her chest. But she sensed that the blonde had something important to say, and that she might never find out what it is if she interrupted now. Leaning in somewhat, the Faunus dipped her head slightly to try to meet her eyes again.

"But you... what?"

There wasn't any point in holding back anymore. Not when their hands were linked, when they'd just kissed. And if Yang wasn't brave enough to say it in this moment, when would she be?

"...I dig you, Blake. A lot. I want to make you happy, keep you safe... spoil you. I... I wanna be with you." Yang tensed her fingers for a moment, looking back into Blake's eyes. "If you'll have me?"

"Spoil me?" No matter how hard she tried to ignore it and focus on everything else, on the deep admission of feelings and their staggering portents, that phrase stood out to Blake. Against all odds, she found herself blushing and smiling. "And h-how will you do that, Miss Xiao Long?"

Yang swallowed, looking into the girl's eyes. Finally, she released the hand she held, but only to bring it close to her mouth, softly kissing it. It was a gesture usually men would do, but in Yang's case, she didn't even mind.

"Perhaps... by asking if you would do me the honor of being my girlfriend?"

Now Blake felt every single inch of her face blossoming with heat. "Wh-what?! Be your..." She took a long moment to mull that over. Nothing came of it. She had no idea how to even approach a thought like that, and the kiss still tingled on the back of her hand. "G-girlfriend? Me? B-but you're not... I... how does that work?"

"Just the same as if we were opposite. As if I were a man, o-or if you were a man or..." After fumbling with her words for a while, Yang shook her head. Instead, she just stroked Blake's back gently, looping her fingers back through the Faunus's again. It was better to show with example than words.

"Just like this."

"Like this, huh?" Blake inhaled a nervous breath. Yang's strong hand against her own felt so incredible. All she wanted was to feel more, but she was afraid of what it might mean. Nevertheless, they had already gone further than either of them intended tonight. "And like... this?" She leaned in to leave a light kiss on Yang's lips, again feeling her core shake and trumpet.

Although Blake only gave the softest of kisses, it lingered on the blonde's lips for what seemed to be an eternity. The softness was something she definitely wanted, over and over again. Perhaps that would come another night. Tonight would be best to get their bearings with one another. To see how things went.

"Yeah... like that."

Another light kiss, this one suctioning gently on Yang's bottom lip before she drew back. "Can… we just do this part a little and… think about the rest later?" That wasn't fair of her, and Blake knew it. Yang had expressed earnest and sincere interest, and that interest deserved an answer. But the raven-haired girl wasn't ready to contemplate something that deep yet. She didn't know if she ever would be.

However, the blonde nodded. The last thing she wanted to do was scare the girl by pushing her too far. Especially when she had no one to turn to. And so she just squeezed her slightly closer and said, "We can go as slow as you want. Heck, we can try and sleep now if you wanted?"

Blake had to laugh. "I don't know if I can sleep after all this, I mean... can you?"

The blonde snuggled into the sheets a little more in response, taking both of her arms off and away from Blake a moment so she could get off from on top of her. However she did playfully smirk. "Yeah, if you'll be my little spoon."

"B-be your... I don't know what that means." It sounded dirty, though. Blake wasn't sure how to take anything Yang said anymore.

"You really haven't cuddled much, have you?" Though once saying that, she realized that might have sounded patronizing. Nonetheless, she slowly rolled to her side, holding out one of her hands to invite her to come closer. "Press your back against me. It's just like a hug from behind. Nice to sleep in."

Blake stared at her for a long moment before she finally rolled over and reversed into Yang's front. The odd smoosh of her full breasts against her own back was slightly unusual but not at all unwelcome. "Oh, I... oh. I could get used to this."

"See? It's nice huh?" Yang smiled, draping one of her arms gently around Blake until her hand rested on the Faunus's belly. Only then did she proceed to bury her head in the girl's soft hair, breathing in her scent. She always seemed to smell of the outdoors. Like freshly fallen cherry blossoms.

"Very nice. You... wow." Already, she felt the heat of the past moments fading. Being in Yang's arms was just so comfortable that even though she knew very soon she would be worrying about what their kisses had meant, it definitely seemed like something that would be no more or less troublesome in the morning. The hand across Blake's belly began to scratch lightly as she started to fall to sleep. By far Yang made a wonderful radiator, especially when the rest of the room was so cold.

She didn't want to ask any questions. Not until the morning. Neither could she stop her eyes from closing, slowly drifting to sleep.

~ o ~

When Weiss opened the door and found Blake and Yang in the same bunk, she blinked for a moment. Then she took a step back and whispered, "Ruby, are you seeing this?"

Their leader slowly poked her head around the door, trying to be as quiet as possible as she snuck into the room. There before her was her sister and their friend fast asleep, curled around one another, Yang's arms completely around the other. "Aww, they're spooning!"

"Isn't that just a tiny bit strange, though?" Weiss said as they crossed to their own bunks, eyes still on Yang snoring into Blake's hair. "Them smooshed up against each other like that?"

"Not really. It can keep you really warm when it's cold in the room." Though once this was said, she bought her hands up to her own shoulders, rubbing them quickly.

Weiss also shivered. Then she glanced between Ruby and the two other teammates snuggled up together in the opposite bunk. She glanced between them again, then stared at Ruby.

"…Don't even think about it."

To Be Continued