These characters are the products of Monty Oum. God speed you crazy genius.
Petting Blake's ears was one those simple things that made a bad day heavenly.
At least that's what Ruby would say. And she'd adamantly insist if anybody would disagree. Even Blake.
So they settled into a daily routine where, for about thirty minutes, Ruby would run her fingers along the silky soft triangles while Blake read. The feel of them on her skin sent little sparks of an almost obscene yet innocent pleasure. The redhead could derive happiness from the smallest of things. Something that Blake found uplifting
While she'd never admit it, the faunas found their routine equally beneficial. It was almost embarrassing that such trivial attention could make her feel better about herself. For so long her ears had felt like a shame that should be hidden, even when she was in the White Fang. Now they were a source of adoration.
From the leader of a team who generally cared about her. A lover who loved her and only her.
"Blake, are you purring?"
"Nope."
"You totally were!"
"Shut up and keep rubbing..."
A finger pressed her nose. "Boop."
A blush consumed her face. "I hate you..."
Ruby's fat, honking grin was infuriating. "I love you too, babe."
A/N:I love me some ladybug. Black and Red, ya'll!