"Have you lost your damn mind?"

Blake/Yang (Bumbleby)

Blake Belladonna lays in her bed in her yukata, reading by candlelight with the sheets thrown down at the bottom of the bed. Ruby and Weiss are nowhere to be found, and Yang had mentioned something about hitting up a club. It's a Friday night, after all.

She has two chapters left in her book, and a gentle smile turns up the corners of her mouth at the reveal of the climax. Her idea of a perfect Friday night is just this… save for the empty brandy glass resting on the nightstand. Just her, alone with her book, while Yang and the rest of the team are out having the night of their lives.

The door swings open, with Blake's blonde girlfriend stumbling in. From the way that Yang's lilac eyes bounce around the room, and the way she grabs a hold of the bunk bed frames when she comes in… Yang has had more than just ONE strawberry sunrise.

"Hey… kitten…" Yang kneels at Blake's side, resting her elbows on the mattress and leaning her head affectionately on Blake's shoulder.

"Hi there…" Blake dog-ears the page and sets the book aside. "Fun night?"

Yang nods vigorously, locks of blonde hair falling across her face in a mess. Blake quickly reaches up and brushes them back.

"Need some water or anything?" Blake gently smiles at how happy Yang seems… and it's not the alcohol talking.

"Nah… I gotta show you something…"

Blake cocks an eyebrow, eyeing Yang suspiciously but not exactly worried either.

"Close your eyes…" Yang reaches up and runs her hand down Blake's face with a grin starting to form.

Blake shakes her head and closes her eyes, waiting. Ten seconds go by, twenty seconds… The only thing she hears is the rustling of clothes.

But the next thing she feels is skin. Smooth, warm skin. She opens her eyes to see Yang's nude body tucked into the silk of her yukata.

"Uh… is there a reason you're naked in my bed?" Blake asks, not sure whether to feel slightly aroused by Yang's sudden display of intimacy, or alarmed. Is Yang really that drunk?

"Part my hair. Left shoulder." Yang keeps her eyes closed, wrapping an arm tightly around Blake.

That…. What? Blake slowly reaches down, moving Yang's hair out of the way. Her breath catches when she sees it.

"Have you lost your damn mind?!" Blake hisses at her girlfriend.

Yang shakes her head. "Nope. I think I nailed it."

It's a tattoo of Blake's crest, the clear bandage still covering the reddened, weeping skin. Yang had to have gotten it tonight.

"Please tell me this isn't a drunk tattoo that you're going to regret tomorrow…"

Yang opens her eyes and shifts to be more on top of Blake, gazing up at the Faunus with her head still laying on Blake's chest. "Sweetie, I only had three drinks tonight. I know I seem drunk… but I think the tattoo is…" Yang chuckles. "…purrrrr-fect." Yang nuzzles into Blake even more.

Blake shakes her head, and very, very gently runs her fingers over the new ink in Yang's skin. "You're crazy, Yang."

"I know, kitty."