Emotions
In your fantasy, dream about me and all we could do with this emotion.
What do you do when you start having… inappropriate… dreams about your partner? You head to the rooftop of sexual tension of course!
Her golden eyes reflected the moonlight streaming in through a gap in the curtains, a sliver was enough to reveal the hunger in her eyes as she smirked- looking every bit the predator her ears betray. A pink tongue darts out to wet her lips as she moves in for the kill, closing the distance between their mouths as a hand trails its way down, down to trace her hip bone and the edge of her underwear, slipping under the waistband. Her hips buck trying to increase the contact but she moves her hand torturously slow, missing all the most sensitive spots.
The kiss breaks, allowing her to speak, "Blake."
The sudden realisation of what was happening shocks Yang awake with a gasp- that is not the sort of dream you should be having about your partner. Her breathing is heavy as she tries to comprehend what brought on the… fantasy… about Blake, far more intense than any of the previous ones had been but still not enough for her to satisfy whatever traitorous and hormonal part of her yearned for more of it. Good teammates shouldn't imagine what she looks like with love bites in hard to hide places, what she looks with the morning sun hitting her face, what she looks like as she's just about to- nope, Yang pull yourself together! Not only had she woken up in the middle of the night- two fifteen according to her blinding scroll- but she was now far too… hot and bothered... to have any chance of getting back to sleep in this state. With a quiet groan she slid herself off her bed, threw on a low pair of trainers and headed out to get some air. Cool down and look at the stars; calm down and try and push any thoughts of Blake out of her head.
She'd known it was a dream from the start, she'd never actually look at her like that in reality, it was just a figment of her over-imaginative (and a little bit frustrated) sub-conscious. These dreams had gotten more elaborate as the weeks had gone on and she'd started to fixate on them; from her pulling her into closets to have her way with her to romantic meetings straight out of one of her books- Yang never failed to excite her. The confident smirk on her face as she drew her in for a breathtaking kiss, the dazzling grin at her flushed face as she hoisted her higher on her hips to increase the friction between them, the wall cold against her back and Yang hot against her front-
A sudden gasp, which wouldn't have been out of place in her dream, came from the bed above waking her from the fantasy. She could hear Yang breathing heavily and the temperature of the room was slightly above its normal Weiss approved level, could it a be bad dream? Everyone had bad dreams sometimes and her partner was no exception to the rule, she just tended to not talk about them, brushing off all concerns to instead deal with her teammates' problems, selfless to a fault. The light of Yang's scroll momentarily filled the room before the bed creaked and she swung herself down to the ground with a groan. Rustling filled the room as she looked for something and then headed out the room, making sure to close the door as gently as possible. Blake waited a few minutes before making up her mind to follow her, quickly changing into a more suitable outfit for sneaking about the school in the middle of the night. A hoodie was zipped over the tank top- she had a pretty solid idea where Yang had headed off to take a breather- before she set off to find her partner.
The rooftop of the dorm wasn't exactly a common place to hang out, there wasn't much up there to do and there were better views of Vale from comfier places on the campus, but in the middle of the night it was an unparalleled thinking spot. And hook up spot too probably, Yang thought to herself, though not at this time on a- urgh- very early Tuesday morning. Trying desperately not to think about the person she would prefer to be hooking up with at that moment- instead of sitting alone- she focused on the orange haze of the lights of Vale in the distance. In that direction, the stars were partially obscured but in the opposite direction, towards the Emerald Forest, stars twinkled happily in the clear sky. Distracted by the stars, she only vaguely registered the sound of the door to the roof being opened and footsteps that led behind her.
"Bad dream?"
A far too familiar voice from behind her made her jump slightly, of course it's her, literally the only person I don't want to look at right now- can't look at right now, not after a dream where she had a starring role.
"It was a dream, I just can't exactly tell if it's good or bad at the moment," she shrugged, "Torturous might be a good way to describe it, or frustrating maybe."
"A jack of all trades dream," she could hear the smirk on face, "Sounds interesting, want to talk about it?"
Nope, and especially not with you- the less you know the better for my sanity. But she didn't say that, hoping a simple shake of her head would be enough to get her to drop it.
"Not particularly and not right now. Right now I just want to sit here, enjoy the quiet and slightly freak out that I am gonna be shattered for tomorrow's classes."
"It looks like I will be shattered right along with you- solidarity amongst partners right?"
As Blake sat down, swinging her legs over the edge to join her, Yang thanked whatever god was up there for not letting her come out in her usual sleepwear; the memories of the dream were far too fresh to allow her to do any thinking if she'd turned up in anything that revealing. She took in the outfit her partner was wearing and realised something.
"Nice shorts," grinning as she nodded down at the pair of bright yellow training shorts that were most definitely not Blake's, whose face visibly reddened even in the low light.
"Shut up," she poked Yang in the shoulder lightly, "It's not my fault your clothes are all over our room, these were the closest to my bed; I didn't think coming out in my silk nightie would be a very smart idea."
Yang snorted, "We'll make a huntress out of you yet Miss Belladonna, with survival skills like that-" A stronger shove unbalanced her, breaking her Port impression, "Woah- I'm pretty sure shoving your partner off a building in the middle of the night is grounds for at least a detention- even in Beacon. Besides if you get cold, due to your nightie, in the field I'm literally always the warmest person around, you're not gonna die of hypothermia on my watch."
Blake rolled her eyes and leant forward, eyeing up the drop, "You've survived worse and I'm almost certain I'd be up for some sort of reward from Glynda," Her tone became playful, "Plus I'd get to keep the shorts- I have to say it's sounding awfully tempting- you're gonna have to give some reasons in your defense."
The blonde laughed, it was moments like this made her glad she ended up with Blake- the faunus had a great sense of humour once you chipped away at the walls she'd built over the years.
"I'll let you keep the shorts if you promise not to tip me over the edge, besides," she poked her partner's thigh, "I was gonna let you keep them anyway before you cruelly blackmailed me- they look good on you." She kept quiet just how good she thought they looked on her-Yang had never thought of herself as a possessive person but the idea of Blake wearing her clothes was stirring up some far too familiar feelings in her stomach.
She laughed, missing Yang's inner realisations, "If I knew you were going to be giving your clothes away that easily I would have snagged that grey hoodie you have- it looks great for reading in. Warm. Snuggly."
"Call it a partner privilege, only for you, Blake. But we're going to have to enter into negotiations on the hoodie- that's my favourite one, you know I wear it literally all the time." Judging by the slightly bashful look on her face, Blake had picked that particular article of clothing for that exact reason even if Yang couldn't work out why. They sat in a companionable silence, the wind rustling through the trees far below, the occasional hoot from an owl breaking through the night.
Yang was the first one to break the silence.
"You know, you might be a light sleeper but you aren't that much of a light sleeper- you slept through Ruby and Weiss arguing about the colour of Zwei's collar once." That had been a loud one, despite it happening at half six in the morning, "And I made sure to be extra quiet as to not disturb your sleep even with your cute kitty ears acting as lookouts; so what's up with you? Bad dream?" She stuck out her tongue, "Complicated dream?"
"I'll go with complicated thank you very much, though I don't know if it matches up to your frustrating dream. It doesn't matter though since it wasn't important, I'm awake now and it was just a dream." A surprisingly bitter smile graced her lips as she leant back and took a deep breath in, exposing her neck- not the time brain, not the time, "That's all it was- a dream and it's not real so there's nothing to worry about, right?"
"You'd tell me if it was actually important though?" Blake nodded, "I guess we won't be telling each other about our complicated dreams then, anything else you want to get off your chest? Is there some juicy Beacon gossip I have somehow missed out on?" She hooked an arm around her friend, "Did Nora do something funny again- I know you and Ren talk so don't try and hide it from me."
Yang's chin came to rest on Blake's shoulder, both of them staring intently out into dark Emerald Forest trying not to look at each other in fear of being caught staring by the other.
"Nora hasn't done anything funny recently that you haven't been there to witness; as Team Collateral damage you two spend a worrying amount of time together- no wonder Glynda has it out for you."
"Pfft, that's why we have Team Crouching Ninja, Hidden Nerd looking out for us," she bumped her head into Blake's, "Heh, nerds." Yang's small exhale of a chuckle blew cold air right onto her partner's neck, a neck that was already hypersensitive from having her teammate in such close quarters, causing a full body shiver to overcome her.
The brawler noticed immediately, much to Blake's dismay, "Are you cold? I wasn't joking earlier when I said I could warm you up, I'm sure you've noticed but I am pretty hot." Her customary grin slid onto her face before she even realised what she said, releasing the Faunus from her hug. "I mean- ahem- I, uh- well er my semblance is fire and, well my body temperature always runs pretty hot, which- uh- I'm sure you've noticed. Because you're not dumb." Blake's grin in response was blinding as she watched Yang get more and more flustered as she tripped over words trying to explain herself, hands anxiously waving about.
"Yes you are hot, Yang," a mischievous grin snuck onto her face, "and you aren't half bad looking either." Her partner choked again, "Oh come on, I'd have to be blind or dumb to not notice and, as you just pointed out, I am not dumb and I am definitely not blind," she cocked an eyebrow at the flushed blonde, "Since when could Yang Xiao Long not take a compliment?"
Since the moment it came from you- was what she wanted to say but the words didn't seem to want to come out, instead she shrugged and ran a hand through her hair, "I mean it's just more of a surprise coming from you, when we first met I don't think I could have imagined you saying stuff like that."
Blake grinned and wiggled her ears- the cat ones, "Oh you know me, just full of surprises."
"It's a good thing I love surprises then, but I feel like you've used up your biggest one so there's no sweat there. Though I am kinda surprised you found me up here in the middle of the night, I probably wouldn't have found me up here."
She hummed for a moment before shrugging, "I don't know, I just kinda knew- it was here or the gym at least and you didn't look dressed for the gym. We've been partners for a while now I should hope I can find you when you run off in the middle of the night."
The knowledge that someone cared that much about her, that someone knew her well enough to work out her hiding spot made her heart soar. Blake truly was the best friend she'd ever had, all the more reason not to ruin it with stupid emotional dreams; dreams that you should not be having about her.
"This was the place most likely to be empty- I just wanted to be alone," Blake stiffened beside her, "No, no- well, I wanted to be alone but y'know- you're an exception." She sighed, you're an exception to quite a lot of things. So many things she wanted to say, that she should say, she just couldn't get them out around her partner.
Her partner who was staring at her oddly, making Yang realise she'd gone silent. "Yeah, you're lucky Jaune and Pyrrha don't spar up here at," Blake checked her scroll, "Two forty-five in the morning, I don't know if I could take the sexual tension."
Not that there's no tension here right now, though Yang wasn't going to bring it up considering it could all just be inside her head and looking any jumpier in front of Blake was just going to start creating more questions. So naturally she leapt on the change in the conversation topic with gusto.
"Completely one-sided sexual tension I might add, it's so obvious she's into him and the blind idiot can't see it. I don't get why she picked him though," She pouted dramatically and lay back on the roof, "Are we not good enough for her?"
"I don't think she bats for that team Yang- judging by her unfortunate infatuation with Jaune- so sadly no four times Mistral Tournament champion and Pumpkin Pete's mascot for us."
"Pfft just do both, why limit yourself to one side?" Even being unable to see Blake's face Yang knew she was smiling- they'd had this conversation before after a comment about a passing girl had sparked a debate about what each of them thought was the most attractive quality about her before they'd noticed. Despite the fact they'd ended up on opposite sides of the argument it had been nice to realise that they had more in common than just being partners.
Yang drew herself up on her elbows, getting a better look at Blake's back, suddenly deciding to be a bit bolder, no risk, no reward- that's what they say, right?
"What if Jaune did though- don't laugh, it could happen- what if he wised up, what if he just doesn't think he's good enough for her? What if he really just doesn't realise right now? What's his play? What do you do when you're in love with someone who you're gonna be stuck with for at least another three years?"
Turning from her scrutiny of the stars Blake turned to look at her, stretching her legs out and leaning against the crest of the roof. She bit her lip.
"That's a big if Yang, he's still into Weiss despite her rejecting him at least 3 times by now."
Screw it, I'm gonna go for it. "Maybe they're just scared of moving forward; they have a good thing going as partners right now- what if they don't want to ruin it?" Yang was sitting upright now and was now opposite Blake.
"But what if they could make a good thing even better, what if they both want the same thing but they just don't know it?" She shook her head tersely, throwing her hands in the air, "I don't know! What if they're both just afraid to make the first move?"
"Please tell me you aren't talking about Pyrrha and Jaune anymore." The sheer amount of desperation in her voice surprises her but it was too late to do anything about it, too late to do anything but try and swallow the hoarseness away. Blake stared back at her, the intense look in her eyes a painful reminder of the exact reason she was on the roof in the first place.
"I don't think I am."
I don't think I am, Blake had never said five more important words in her life. Throwing caution to the wind she straddled Yang and pulled her in for a kiss, praying that her intuition and knowledge of her partner was not going to fail her now. Thankfully it seemed that the subtle hints the blonde had been dropping were actually real and not just all in her head since she was now, very willingly, reciprocating the kiss.
"I didn't know it was mutual…"
"Are you kidding me?! It's the whole fucking reason I'm up here! I'm like a horny 15-year-old, Blake- having stupid dirty dreams about you that make me literally have to go walk it off to cool down." She poked at her side, "I've never been like that before: the whole cool off thing- well, I mean there are other ways to deal with it- which I am not opposed to in the slightest- but, I mean, I was still conflicted about the whole partner boundary thi-" Blake decided to let Yang save some of her dignity and shut her up with a kiss- but even then she couldn't hide the grin on face. Breaking the kiss, she rested her forehead against hers.
"Oh my god we are such idiots," she took a deep breath, "It's uh, kinda, uh, definitely a mutual thing- the dream thing. My complicated dream, was, uh, us- y'know. There's been multiple dreams in fact." She must have been radiating heat from her flaming cheeks as she looked down at- well, looked down at Yang's boobs. Looking up only let her see Yang's positively supernova-like grin as her eyes sparkled brighter than the stars above them.
"Hah! I should have expected it from you Blake- all those books you read must give you some pretty interesting scenarios," she gave a suggestive eyebrow waggle, "I'm not surprised you want to try them out with someone, even if it's just in a dream." Unamused, Blake gave her a small shove and arched her own eyebrow in return.
"You literally just confessed to being so turned on you had to go for a walk, you have no room to judge here." Not in the mood for any more teasing she decided to test out her new favourite method for keeping her partner quiet- which turned out to be very effective.
"This will make it so much easier to shut you up in the future."
The blonde rolled her eyes, "And they say romance is dead- Dream Blake was so much more seductive than that." The second part came out as a mumble, but nothing was merely a mumble to the faunus' four ears. She pulled back from her place on Yang's lap.
"Excuse me?" The blonde froze.
"Please forget I ever said anything and get back to making out with me- that way I can't say anything else dumb." Her pout might have worked on her at a different point in time but right now was the perfect time to tease the girl just a little bit more.
"Dream Blake huh? Well, Dream Yang had me pinned against a wall so I guess we're both going to be disappointed." She traced Yang's very well defined abs through the thin tank top, "Though I'm sure that someone with muscles like yours would be up to the challenge- I might even be persuaded to turn on the seductiveness as a reward: your choice Yang."
Never one to back down from anything, it was unsurprising that Yang didn't even blink when delivering her rebuttal. "I think I can beat Dream Me considering I'm actually real- advantage to me, suck it fake loser me."
Blake kept one hand draped over the brawler's shoulder and lifted the other one from its place on Yang's stomach to tap her chin, "I don't know, we aren't anywhere near a wall right now though, so how on Remnant would you prove it..."
Her taunting did the trick; for the first time ever Blake realised just what her choice literature meant when someone's eyes were described as burning with lust- Yang's hair glowed slightly but it was her eyes that were captivating, red bleeding into the edges of the soft lilac.
"Challenge accepted."
With that final growled statement Yang captured her lips in a deep kiss, rising from her seated position in one fluid motion, hooking Blake's legs around her waist as she walked towards the closest wall. Even when Blake's back hit the wall with a small thump the kiss didn't break, both participants too entwined to allow any space to come between them as Blake's hands ran through the blonde's mane and Yang's hands grasped the faunus' ass, keeping her in position. Never in any of her wildest dreams had it ever felt anything like this- the constant rocking of their hips in tandem, the sharper contrast of the heat from Yang's body and the wall, the complete sensory overload- no dream lived up to this.
When the two eventually parted, breathing heavily and very dishevelled, it took Blake a minute to try and gather her thoughts. She leant her head back against the wall, looking up to the night sky.
"Wow, uh, you might have to wait until I get used to this before I can attempt to be seductive- that was the hottest thing, don't make a pun, that's ever happened to me. I don't know if you've realised but you are very distracting."
Yang sniggered as she lowered her legs back to the ground, keeping one hand on Blake's hips to keep her stable since they currently were in no state to be fully supporting her.
"Believe me, you are the distracting one. Also, you don't need to turn on the seductiveness- you just are- it's infuriating really," she quickly looked at her scroll, "Oh man, it's quarter past 3 already, as much as I would wholeheartedly love to continue with this we, including you and my shorts, should probably go to bed." She sighed dramatically, "The things I do not to flunk out of school."
Blake figured there was one last opportunity to tease her before they headed down. "You really like me in these shorts, don't you?"
Her partner jumped and looked at her sheepishly, scratching the back of her head. "Uh, yeah, I do kinda- it's not too weird is it?"
"Does this mean I can have that hoodie?"
"Does this mean I'm allowed to sleep through Port's class tomorrow? I figure it's a good enough excuse."
"Answer the question, Yang."
She pretended to ponder the question for a moment before leaning one arm against the wall, partially enclosing Blake.
"It just depends on whether or not you'll accept my terms." Her voice sent shivers down her spine.
She eyed her partner warily. "What are your terms?"
"I'll let you wear the hoodie- if it's the only thing you wear."
