Fun prompts are fun.
It had been a long time, Yang was sure of that, but she had no idea how long until the cautious nudge to her shoulder broke her concentration like a bucket of ice water. Her head snapped up and the pencil fell from her hand, bouncing against the thick wood of the desk and rolling quickly towards the edge, trying to make its escape. It was caught by agile fingers and silently placed next to the sheets of paper piled haphazardly in front of her. "What are you doing?" A low voice rumbled next to her, still rough with sleep, and Yang turned her head to look up at the tired young woman beside her.
"Oh, I… Nothing." She stuttered. Yang never stuttered. A soft scowl was pointed in her direction and Yang knew that none of her bullshit would be tolerated. "I had a nightmare, something about wolves and bulls and birds. I got up and started writing a letter. I guess I got carried away." She looked ahead, peering through the gap in the curtains and frowning at the soft morning light starting to creep across the courtyard beyond.
"You're absurd." A hand started rubbing soft circles between her shoulderblades and lilac eyes drifted closed at the soothing motion and the prickling sensation that rippled across her skin. "Have you slept?"
"If I said yes, would you believe me?" Yang smirked up at Blake, the soft dark circles under her eyes causing a dark eyebrow to quirk and a velvet ear to twitch.
"Not a chance. Come on." Blake pulled on her hands and Yang stood from the hard, wooden seat. She walked backwards and tugged the blonde with her, gracefully easing herself back into her bunk and bringing Yang with her. She settled in beside the faunus and Blake wrapped her arms around her waist, pulling her close against her chest and tucking her face into her shoulder. Before long, she felt the edges of her senses begin to blur, and she dropped into a soft and comfortable sleep.