"Hold me in your arms, if only for tonight." I pleaded, reaching out for the metallic arm of the woman who had perched herself at the edge of my bed.
Violet eyes met my own amber ones, fear and confusion dancing in their prismatic, entrancing depths. This concerned me as it was highly unusual for the bold, brash, and occasionally vulgar woman before me.
"Missing me already, Kitty Cat?" She taunted, a smirk painting itself on those all too damned kissable lips.
Curse me and my damnable attraction to blondes! Maybe, just maybe, if she looked more like Adam Taurus, I wouldn't be so fucking addicted to my sunny little dragon, Yang Xiao Long.
Imagine my surprise when she peeled back the covers of my bed to crawl under them. As always, Yang possessed a radiant aura of sheer heat, much like what would expect to find in the middle of a summer's day. Having the blankets pulled from me introduced a sudden draft of cold air to brush against my bare skin not covered by my yukata but that irritating discomfort quickly passed as I turned to press my form as closely as humanly possible to the blonde now laying beside me.
Now, as I cuddled into her, I found it difficult to imagine that six years had passed since we'd been paired up as one half of team RWBY. And five and a half since that fateful night, otherwise known as the Fall Of Beacon. What I wouldn't give to go back and redo that entire day... However, time was written in stone and there was nothing I could do about it.
As I lost myself to my thoughts, a low sigh escaped me. This earned me a rather curious look from Yang that I didn't notice until my highly sensitive felinesque ears picked up on the sound of her clearing her throat.
My honeyed hues blinked rapidly at her as she did this.
"What, do I have something on my face?" I inquired as my black ears which were hidden beneath a large black bow gave a nervous twitch.
"You had that look again." Yang said, her typical smirk less noticeable than it usually was. Once again, I couldn't help feeling a little concerned.
"What look?" I replied, tilting my head as my brows furrowed.
"That thoughtful one you get when you're thinking about the past. But hey, it was a helluva lot easier to snap you outta it this time. Thank Oum!" Yang exclaimed with that husky laugh of hers.
Hearing this, I felt my cheeks flame with color and was immensely grateful that the lights were off at this point in time.
"Looks aside, thank you, Yang..." I said in a quiet tone that I worried she wouldn't be able to hear.
However, she'd apparently heard me as she cocked her head at me.
"For what?" She sounded genuinely confused.
It took me a minute to formulate just what I was thanking this spectacularly amazing woman for.
"Well, for not avoiding me like the plague since I came back four months ago. I was beginning to question if all this was just a hopeless notion."
From her deep intake of breath, I knew that I was in for one of her trademark ass-chewings. I hadn't been looking forward to it but I had expected it.
"Really, Blake? Do you even have the slightest clue what you running away that night did to me?! To Ruby? To Weiss?!"
"Yang, I didn't-" My words were cut off by the scathing glare I glimpsed reflected in her now-crimson gaze.
"You didn't what, Blake? Trust us enough to tell us what was going on? I lost a part of me, Ruby lost Pyrrha, and Weiss lost her freedom! What did you lose? Anything?!" This was said in one breath, Yang's voice raising in volume with every word. And every one of them cut and tore at my soul in ways that I couldn't even begin to explain.
It seemed that Yang was finished with her screaming fit and we both lay there in tense, awkward silence for QUITE some time. I figured that if we weren't going to talk anymore tonight -because how do you recover from that?- I might as well get some sleep. She'd apparently had the same idea as moments later, her breathing slowed and loud snores were soon audible.
A quiet yawn escaping me, I stared up at the ceiling until sleep swiftly overtook me as well.