Of Black Holes And Shooting Stars
Chapter One: Not Like You
Bumblebee
Blake wasn't sure when the blonde had disappeared, but casting her dark, liquid gold gaze around the room netted no visual of her. Humming softly to herself, she raised her red plastic cup to her lips and took a sip of the fruity, sickeningly sweet concoction. Lowering the cup to her lap, she reclined comfortably on the couch and cast her gaze around at the other attractive girls milling around.
True, she was initially going to decline the party invite, but her friend's girlfriend only turned eighteen once in her life, and it wouldn't do well to miss it.
Especially since her friend's girlfriend's sister was that hot blonde chick.
Mind buzzing, she quickly lost her train of thought when it came to keeping everyone straight in her head.
"Enjoying yourself?"
Blake blinked slowly and looked up. Standing in front of her was Ruby, her friend's girlfriend.
"Yeah I am." Blake said, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. "Lot's of talent here tonight."
Ruby laughed, a sweet, lighthearted sound.
"How can someone so shy and demure turn into such a lecher after a few drinks?" She asked, carefully folding her red skirt under her knees as she sat down on the couch beside Blake.
Blake shifted her legs off the couch and onto the floor to make room.
"Well, you know what they say," Blake smirked, raising her plastic cup. "Alcohol makes the truth come out." And with that, she tipped the cup back, finishing off the remainder of her drink.
Ruby absent-mindedly picked at a few invisible spots in her black leggings, bowing her head until her hair obscured her eyes.
"Yeah, about that... "
Blake raised an eyebrow, wondering what had the birthday girl seemingly downtrodden.
"About what?" She prodded gently.
Ruby looked up at her, silver eyes gleaming with worry.
"Whatever she does, don't hold it against her. She just doesn't know any better."
Confusion flitted across Blake's face, and her eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about?"
"She's... confused, okay? Just... don't hurt her."
With that cryptic response, Ruby's hand came down to pat Blake's knee gently, before she stood. Blake followed her carefully with her eyes, unsure of what she was talking about.
Although, she soon figured it out, as Yang entered the room somewhat unsteadily, a red cup in her hand and a cocky grin on her face.
"Please?" Was all Ruby said before disappearing without another word.
Blake's eyes widened as recognition dawned on her features. She was talking about her sister, the hot blonde girl Yang. But what did she mean...?
With all the grace and poise of a panda bear, Yang spun on her heel and allowed herself to collapse on the couch next to Blake, left hand outstretched to hold her presumably full cup aloft, lest it spill.
When she had settled, she carefully lowered the cup and took a drink.
"How's it going, cutie?" Yang asked, turning to Blake with a saucy smirk and a raised eyebrow.
Blake returned the facial expression. "Cutie?" She asked neutrally.
Yang shrugged. "Hey, if it fits."
Blake spotted the girl walking down the hall, talking to one of her friends. Orange hair, bubbly personality... Nora, she was sure.
"Hey, Yang!" Blake called, raising her voice quite a bit louder than she was used to. Her heart pounded in her chest as she broke into a jog, eager to catch up to the girl.
Hearing her name, the blonde girl paused. Turning slightly, she glanced over her shoulder, lilac eyes sliding to a stop as she spotted Blake. Widening slightly, she turned on her heel as Blake slowed to a walk, coming to a stop in front of her.
"So... uh... hi." Blake said lamely. Instantly, her cheeks and neck were alight in a deep blush, and she inwardly cringed at how lame that sounded.
"Hey." Yang replied, eyeing Blake cautiously.
"So... would you like to, uh," Blake coughed lightly, silently willing herself to stop stumbling over her words. "Would you like to, uh, go get coffee or something after classes today?"
Blake looked up at her hopefully as the blonde reached up to scratch her cheek nervously with her finger.
"Well, Blake, see... I'm actually kinda busy today." She stared down at the crestfallen girl, and had the decency to school her features into a softer expression.
"Sorry." She added.
Blake inhaled slowly, then sighed. Shaking her head, she shrugged her shoulders as she pointedly looked anywhere other than Yang or her friend Nora.
"Th-that's fine." She muttered. "Maybe some other time?"
Without waiting for an answer, her courage crushed, she turned on her heel and walked away as quickly as she could, waving over her shoulder without making eye contact with the tall, attractive girl.
Yang stared after her curiously, before blinking and shaking her head.
"Unreal." She muttered under her breath, before glancing sideways at Nora.
"Anyway, what were you saying?"
"You're really pretty, you know."
Blake allowed herself a small smile at the compliment as Yang leaned in a bit closer.
"Thanks." Then, a second later; "You are too."
Yang grinned widely, flicking a few strands of hair over her shoulder confidently.
"Of course I am!" She declared playfully. "I saw you eyeing me up earlier."
Blake offered a one-shouldered shrug. "I check out all the pretty girls."
Yang slid a bit closer, pushing so close that their thighs were touching. She reached out and tucked a ribbon of hair behind Blake's ear, fingers slowly trailing down the edge of her ear to caress her neck.
"So, you don't like boys?" Yang asked. Blake shook her head, trying her best to not be distracted by Yang's lingering touch on her neck.
"Like, at all?" Yang's voice carried a hint of incredulity.
Blake smirked this time. "Like, at all."
"So you've never slept with a dude, or had the desire to?"
Another slow shake of her head. "Never crossed my mind."
Yang was silent for a moment, and then her fingers left Blake's neck, much to her disappointment.
"Doesn't seem like you're much interested in boys right now either, despite the ones who've been hitting on you all night."
It was Yang's turn to shrug, looking away from Blake's studious gaze.
"I'll try anything once." She mumbled.
"Hmm?"
Yang looked up at her, a red tint coloring her cheeks.
"I-I'm kinda curious." She said. She nodded her head toward Blake. "About what it's like."
Blake licked her lips slowly, noting how Yang's stare slid downward ever so slightly.
"It's a lot of fun." Blake said softly, forcing Yang to lean in closer to hear her. "I can't promise you'll be able to go back."
Yang's eyes widened, and her nostrils flared ever so slightly as excitement flitted across her face.
"Can... can I kiss you?" Yang asked, uncertainty clouding her eyes for a moment.
Blake raised a hand, a bemused smirk lifting the corners of her mouth.
"Hold on, why me?" Blake asked, raising an eyebrow. "I'm not the only dyke around here. Hell, I'm sure your sister knows a few."
Yang leaned back a bit, biting her lip as she looked away. Damn if she didn't look totally kissable right now, Blake thought.
"I-it was actually Rube's idea to talk to you about this." She said. Her eyes lifted to meet Blake's stare. "She said you were a nice person and would take care of me."
Suddenly, Ruby's warning earlier made sense. Blake was starting to piece together what was going on. Yang no doubt saw how happy her sister was with Weiss, and got curious. Wanted to try a bit. Talked to her sister, and her sister pointed her toward Blake.
Blake hummed softly. She was never the kind of person to engage in a one night stand; she was single because she figured she was waiting for the right person. A bi-curious, probably-straight-after-tonight girl definitely wasn't the right person, but really, what was the harm in playing around if Yang wanted to?
Indecision tore through her as she weighed her options through the alcohol that warmed her limbs and made her thoughts fuzzy.
"I guess one kiss can't hurt." Blake conceded. Without waiting for a response, she leaned forward. Reaching up, she gently cupped Yang's cheek, feeling the soft skin under her thumb as she gently caressed her. Closing her eyes, she leaned in and pressed her lips against Yang's.
Yang seemed surprised by the sudden advancement, but her previous kissing experience proved useful as she responded a second later. She reached up and placed her hands on Blake's shoulders, leaning gently into the kiss.
Suddenly, Blake could feel Yang's lips parting slightly.
'Oh, she wants to get into it, eh?' Blake thought. She entangled her hands in Yang's hair and leaned back, pulling the girl on top of her as she fell back onto the couch. Tilting her head slightly she parted her lips and gently nipped at Yang's lower lip before licking it with her tongue. Yang moaned quietly, and Blake hungrily deepened the kiss, desire growing in the pits of her stomach as she realized this was quickly going to get out of control.
Yang's hands were on her hips now, pushing her gently into the couch. Her fingers dug into her skin, and Blake reveled in the dull pain.
When they parted and pulled away from each other, Blake licked her lips. She could taste the sharp flavors on her tongue of whatever Yang had been drinking, and decided that whatever it was, it tasted better this way. Golden orbs stared deeply into lilac eyes, and Blake smirked.
"If you're curious about anything else, don't hesitate to ask." She said softly.
On the outside, she came off as a self-confident, coy lesbian, but on the inside, her heart was pounding nervously. There was a very real chance that she would be going all the way with Yang tonight, and the thought terrified her and excited her all at the same time. It would only be her second time going that far, and Yang's first. With a woman, at least.
Yang blinked, then looked away, reaching up to gently touch her lips.
"Uhh... "
Blake tilted her head to the side, black hair falling over her shoulder.
"Was it not good?" She asked. Of course, she knew the answer.
Yang looked up at her, swallowing nervously.
"It... it was good." She managed, voice low and slightly rough. She cleared her throat quietly, then opened her mouth again.
"It was really good."
"Yeah, well, that's not all my mouth and tongue can do."
The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them, and she tried not to disclose the fact that it had surprised herself as much as it had surprised Yang. Idly, she wondered how much she had drunk tonight. Raising a hand to cover her mouth, she stared wide eyed at Yang as Yang mirrored her expression.
"Uhh, sorry." Blake apologized. "That was kinda rude."
Yang smiled, shrugging. "It's okay. I've heard worse. Said worse."
"Done worse?" Blake asked.
Another shrug. "Depends on your definition of worse, I suppose."
Blake shook her head. "I'd rather not know, actually."
Instead of responding, Yang reached out and tentatively grabbed Blake's hand.
"Do you... mind if we find somewhere more private?" She asked, avoiding eye contact as her cheeks warmed. "I wouldn't mind trying that out again." Her free hand came up to run through her hair nervously.
This was it, Blake thought. Right here was her choice. The girl she had been eyeing up for weeks was inviting her somewhere private, and although she was against one night stands, this could also lead to something else... couldn't it?
"Sure, why not." Blake responded slowly. She pushed herself up into an unsteady standing position, pausing a moment to get her balance and allow her head to stop spinning. When Yang stood beside her, Blake tightened her grip on her hand, before pulling her toward the kitchen. This was Weiss' house, a house she was well familiar with, and if they went through the kitchen into the dining room, down the hall and up the stairs, there were a few guest rooms she was sure she would find empty.
There were a few people in the kitchen, but Blake lowered her head to avoid their curious glances, her long silky hair an impenetrable curtain between herself and them. Still holding Yang's hand, she pulled the willing girl toward the stairs.
It wasn't long before they reached their destination, and Blake had barely turned the handle and pushed the door open before she felt Yang's hands on her hips, standing behind her.
"Easy." Blake cautioned, pushing the door open to the first room. Peeking her head in, she found it empty.
"It's good." She whispered.
Yang immediately followed her close into the room, and as they approached the immaculately made bed, Yang reached behind herself with her foot and kicked the door closed firmly.
Blake turned around and wrapped her arms around Yang. Pressing her body close to the slightly taller blonde, she tucked her nose up against Yang's throat and inhaled deeply before kissing her throat.
They were still stumbling backward, and Blake backed up against the edge of the bed before tumbling onto it, pulling Yang on top of her. She giggled softly as Yang's voluptuous chest ended up in her face, and she had to admit that she didn't mind at all.
Blake impatiently tapped her pencil against her desk, beating out a staccato rhythm that mirrored the pounding of her heart. Yang was seated in front of her and a few seats to her left, and she had been trying her damnest to focus on class, but her gaze kept being drawn to the girl's back. For her part, Yang had dutifully kept her eyes forward, and Blake had to admire her focus.
Now, class was almost over, and the second that bell rang, she would be making a beeline for Yang. Her heart hammered painfully loudly in her chest, and she took a few deep breaths to dispel the nervousness residing in her.
It was hard not to be nervous, when faced with such a pretty girl, she thought. Especially since last weekend, and all the things they had done.
Suddenly, the buzzer sounded, and Blake shot up from her seat. Reaching up, she quickly ran her fingers through her hair, then straightened her shirt. Stepping out from around her desk, she took a few steps toward Yang, who was slowly gathering up her books.
"Hey, er, Yang, can I ask you a question?" Blake asked, approaching the girl's desk.
Yang looked up, surprise clear on her face before she focused on Blake.
"Oh, hey... Blake. What's up?"
"Well, I was wondering if you wanted to do something this weekend."
Yang bit her lip, and looked away, glancing down at her desk.
"Uh, I might be busy. How about if I text you, okay?"
Blake was caught off guard by the answer, but recovered quickly, nodding.
"Yeah, eh, sure. D'you want my number, or...?"
Yang picked up her books, and tucked them close to her chest. Still avoiding eye contact, she stepped away from her desk and began walking toward the door.
"I'll get it from Rubes." She called over her shoulder, quickly disappearing and leaving the disheartened girl standing forlornly by her desk.
Heavy panting filled the air as Yang gripped Blake's head, knees bent slightly and legs spread as she bucked her hips toward Blake's face. Blake giggled in response, the throaty vibrations sending shivers through Yang. A warm, pink tongue slid skillfully between Yang's legs with practiced ease, compliments of her relationship previous.
Hitting all the right spots was easy for Blake; it didn't take long to figure out what made Yang tick. She liked rhythmic intensity, and any pause or break in her ministrations caused Yang to growl loudly in frustration.
Blake buried her face between Yang's legs and reached up to drag her nails down Yang's tight stomach, reveling in the feel of lightly rippled abdominal muscles underneath her hands.
Yang's hands tangled furiously in Blake's dark hair, and Blake had to use both of her hands to pin Yang's legs down against her unintentional thrashing.
With the sound of heavy panting resounding in her ears, Blake eagerly lapped up the sweet taste of Yang.
Blake had had enough. She wanted an answer, wanted closure. It was painfully obvious that Yang had been avoiding her, and now she approached the girl as she sat with her friends in the cafeteria.
Taking a deep breath, she brushed her long dark hair out of her face before stepping up beside Yang. The girl noticed, and turned to look up at her. Blake didn't miss the way her face darkened when she realized who it was. Choosing to ignore it, she licked her lips before beginning to speak.
"Yang, I gotta know what your thoughts are on what happened last weekend. I can't just pretend like nothing hap-"
Yang cut her off, slamming her hand down on the table as she pushed herself up into a standing position.
"Nothing happened, Blake." She said harshly, violet eyes meeting Blake's timid gold.
"I'm not like that. I'm not like you."
Author's Note: Comments, criticism, praise, or anything else are appreciated, let me know what you thought of it. Will update sporadically. Thank you for reading.