What started as an accident turned into an addiction. Because of it, Blake felt like she had not had a good night's rest since she had stumbled on Yang in the middle of some stupid prank. For some reason, Yang had thought that crawling into bed with Weiss, while the heiress was sleeping, was a good idea. That was before the blonde had been snared by Weiss, which Yang probably thought would be great fuel for the fire until she started to have second thoughts. Then Blake had found them and was pulled into the same fate as her partner. Blake swallowed past the knot forming in her throat, thinking about how every time she settled into her own bed, it felt so lifeless. So cold. No matter what she did to make herself feel better, from drinking tea to reading awful smut before bed, the feeling would remain.
It was a feeling that she didn't have when she was trapped in Weiss's bed. The heiress was surprisingly warm, and she smelled good. Blake shifted in her seat to get a better look at Weiss, who was sitting so far away thanks to the magical, team-breaking powers of assigned seating arrangements. The heiress was bored, not even trying to hide the fact that she was looking at a clock. Blake zeroed in on the crook of Weiss's neck and felt the fantasies slip to the forefront of her mind. She thought about how nice it would be to just go and be closer to Weiss. Perhaps she could even write it off as something friends do if Weiss asked any questions. Friends do that sort of stuff, right?
A nudge to her ribs shook Blake to reality. She blinked and realized her hands were cold and clutched into fists.
"Pay attention," Yang whispered.
Blake nodded and faced forward again. Professor Port was talking about another of his great conquests against the Grimm with great gusto. Although Blake didn't care for the professor's nature to show off, evident by his replica Grimm trophies lining the classroom, it was sometimes amusing to think about how an event could have really transpired from Port's stories. Although, since she had yet to see the older Huntsman fight, most of the fantasies were characterized by Port simply hiding as a coward. It was a simple thought that had no base, but at least it took Blake's mind off of Weiss.
Port wrapped up his story and stood in front of his desk. "And that is why you should always know that, no matter how powerful you believe you are, you will be much more efficient if you remain with your team. It is no good for you to split up unless the situation absolutely calls for it. A good team is characterized by a powerful, intimate bond that will never break under any circumstance. I can only hope that you were all able to be find others that you able to completely trust. Because in this profession, you will need to entrust your flesh to your teammates." Silence descended upon the class.
Blake found herself looking at Weiss again, Port's words ringing through her head. An intimate bond. There were plenty of ways the word "intimate" could be taken. And entrusting her flesh? She would offer hers to Weiss in a heartbeat. The thoughts were piling and Blake was soon unable to notice what was going on with the rest of Port's lesson. Yang must have noticed, because the blonde jabbed her fingers into Blake's side again, causing her to jolt.
"What's wrong with you?" Yang whispered.
"We really, really need to talk after class."
Yang nodded and said nothing. She returned her focus on Port, who was finally starting to talk about how to fight the Grimm. Blake snuck one last look at Weiss before following her partner's example.
Professor Port had to have learned how to control time. There was no other way a man's classes could either feel so long. Regardless of the black magic and virgin sacrifices that Port had to complete for his evil powers, the end of class always came and freed the students from another story. Usually the class would dispel in a semi-orderly manner. The ones closest to the door would leave first and everyone else would get out when they could. This time, Blake grabbed Yang's wrist and sprinted across the classroom before anyone else had collected their belongings.
Blake didn't have a destination in mind as she barreled through the halls with her partner struggling to keep up. She just wanted to find a place where no one could hear them. Before she knew it, they were back at their dorm. Blake reached for her scroll to open the lock, but Yang reached past her and opened the door. Blake stood with her scroll in hand for a moment before shuffling into the empty room. Yang followed, closing the door behind her. The room was thankfully empty.
"So let's talk," Yang said. She grabbed Weiss's chair from one of the desks and turned it around so she could rest her chin on the back.
Blake rubbed her arm and stood awkwardly in the middle of the dorm. Now that they were alone, the words did not want to come. Yang sat patiently, watching with her large, understanding eyes. Surely her own partner wouldn't shun her for the strange… desires. Blake took a deep breath and ignored the slight ringing in her ears.
"Do you remember how Weiss pinned us in her bed?"
Yang nodded. She shifted on her seat but remained silent.
"Well, I've been thinking about that. A lot." Heat started to spread throughout her body. The ringing started to increase. She couldn't look at Yang. "I just keep going back to how good it felt."
"So you want to sleep with Weiss," Yang bluntly stated.
"Y-yes."
Yang mulled the admission over for a moment. Blake was afraid that her partner was thinking about all of the ways she could convince Ozpin to give her a new partner. The black-haired girl started to form a counterpoint about how Yang was the first to crawl into Weiss's bed.
"Blake, are you insane?"
A blink. "I don't follow."
Yang stood and threw her hands in the air. "The only reason why we're still alive is because there was a bet. If you just crawl into Weiss's bed, then there's going to be some blood!"
"I know," Blake said, twitching her bow and looking at the ground. "But I can't help it! It's been driving me crazy! Don't tell me you haven't been thinking about it too!"
Yang bit her lip and shifted her weight. "That's not what we're talking about."
Blake felt her eyes widen. The fact that she wasn't alone in her desires made the weight slide from her shoulders. Blake wanted to hug Yang in an outburst of emotions. The blonde's confused expression made her realize that she did. Blake put her hands on Yang's shoulders and said, "You have no idea how happy that makes me. I thought I was about to go crazy if I didn't have someone to talk to!"
Yang stepped back and looked away. "Yeah, about that. How about we just don't talk about this?"
Blake twitched her bow. She felt like Yang had just punched her in the stomach. But she couldn't let Yang clam up. "Listen, I really need someone to talk to about this," Blake pleaded. "I wasn't kidding about this driving me crazy, Yang. And if you're having the same feelings I am, I know how it's eating you up inside. So let's help each other."
The words rang through the empty room. Yang had clenched her fists, head down and eyes glazed with contemplation. Time passed, and the moment where it would be too awkward to answer was fast approaching. Blake felt her hopes flicker, but then her partner shifted her weight again and bit her lip.
"I was hoping that the feelings would stop after the first week," Yang weakly admitted, keeping her eyes firmly on the floor between them. "But they didn't." Yang reached behind her and grabbed some of her hair to play with and keep her hands busy. "Now it feels like every time I look at Weiss, I just… get… a little, I don't know, confused."
Blake twitched her bow. She leaned forward and asked, "It's almost like you just want to get closer with her, right?"
Yang slowly looked up to meet Blake's gaze. "Yeah," she said, letting her hair go. "Like I just want to crawl back into bed with her."
"And get to feel that same warmth again."
"Yeah. At least one more time."
Blake smiled, looking over her partner in a new light. At least she wasn't alone in her desires. And if she felt like she was going to go insane, all she had to do was talk to Yang. Everything was going to be fine.