Hello everybody, Ship here. Just wanted to let you know I have been working on a collaboration with AAUser AiharaYuzuko over the last week or so, working on the latest chapter for her RWBY fic the boxer and the singer, which I thoroughly recommend everybody go and check it out, its a brilliant take on the characters and a brilliant AU.

This is the piece I wrote which was then improved on by Yuzu, so this is the unedited version, I seriously recommend going and reading the full story, its well worth it.

Enjoy

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Blake, having lead Yang into the bathroom, silently prepared what she would need to clean up the wound. The boxer sat on the toilet seat, nervous as to what her girlfriend was feeling, while still feeling guilty over what she had done; not that she felt bad over killing Adam, never that. She would happily beat the scum to death time after time if it meant protecting her lover; no, what she felt so bad about was the pain she had caused Blake, the heartache she had put her through.

"Stop fretting." Came the calm voice of the young woman, followed by a light tap on her head as a first aid box came down.

Looking up, her lilac eyes still swam with tears, the pain and sorrow in them fresh and apparent; Blake simply looked down, a single tear streaking down her cheek as she did her best to remain calm and collected, even though inside her heart was in turmoil. Adam had been freed from his pain, she had been freed from him, she was free to do as she pleased for the first time in so long.

With that in mind, she proceeded to look after her love, disinfecting the bite with alcohol and electing a hiss at the same time. Yang, despite the hiss, remained still throughout as the amber eyed young woman dressed her wound, her actions and knowledge showing she had done this many a time before.

It was at that moment she noticed it; a scar under the white shirt she still wore, just peaking out from under the collar and running slightly up her neck. Blake had just finished tying the knot in the bandage when Yang reached out, her uninjured hand slid around the singers neck cooly resting on her collarbone. Leaning forward the boxer pressed her lips to the scar, drawing a sound that was part gasp part moan from her girlfriend.

"Yang." Blake whispered, her amber eyes wide as the boxer pulled away body trembling from the deeply intimate contact.

"I love you." Yang whispered in response, descending once more to place her lips on the scar, gently tracing the old wound down to the edge of her collar. Taking her lovers hands, now having finished dressing up her own self inflicted wound, she repeated the caress on each mark she could see, desperate to prove how she felt about the singer.

Shadow dark hair covered Blake's eyes as she watched, expression unreadable as her love traced every scar, every mark, every damaged piece of her visible body. Eventually tracing her lips up a shallow shoulder wound, Yang ran her tongue around what appeared to be an old burn mark, but none of that bothered her, it was Blake after all.

Looking up, she saw a small tear tracing its way down the young woman's face, but before she could question it said woman leaned down and pressed her lips against Yang's;

"I love you too."

Came the whisper before Blake stood up, pulling Yang by her uninjured hand and leading her into the bedroom. Turning the buxom woman around she bade her to sit on the bed, while she turned and locked her door. The sun was beginning to set, so after switching on her light, the dark woman strode to the window to pull the curtains to, turning and facing her lover, chest heaving.

Yang meanwhile, had been watching with bated breath, wondering what her girlfriend was up to. The look of surprise on her face when Blake pulled her shirt over her head was something to be admired; "You did not reach all of them."

Blake mumbled this while looking quite abashed, not having revealed herself to Yang with this in mind. Her lace bra, barely doing a good job of keeping her breasts constrained, followed soon after, tumbling to the ground and revealing the amber eyed woman bare torso. Scars, stretching across the expanse of her skin, did not detract from the pale beauty that was Blake Belladonna.

The Faunus, now confident that the rising flush in Yang's face was from arousal, strode over, more confident than she had been for a good number of years. Seating herself in Yang's lap and laying her arms on muscled shoulders, her pale breasts were up close and personal with the Boxers increasingly red face, something she was unused to;

"Where is that arrogance I find so attractive?" Blake teased, a very cat like smirk appearing on her face as she swayed slightly, the motion doing very interesting things to her chest.

The question seemed to jolt Yang out of whatever trance she had been in, running her hands up a scarred waist until she cupped the firm globes, drawing a low purr from her lover, lips tracing each scar on her body as she did so.

"I think." Yang began, pulling away but still kneading the flesh gently, drawing increasingly louder purrs and moans from her singer; "I need to explore more than just your top half."

Taking the hint, Blake stood, tugging Yang up with her as she did. Together, they undressed each other, hands wandering and exploring as they did so, content in the knowledge that one loved the other. By the time their clothes had been discarded completely, both women were very wet, hot and fuelled by an animalistic desire for their lover.

Taking the lead, Yang sank to her knees before Blake, the Faunus remaining standing but making sure to spread her legs slightly to allow room for the boxer to work her magic tongue. Lolling her head back, she stood as the buxom blonde serviced her, that skilful tongue exploring and finding out just how to make her shake and gasp. Yang meanwhile had moved her own hand between her legs, getting off on the pleasure she was bringing her beloved kitten. This carried on for sometime until Blake could stand it no longer, climaxing with a hushed scream, her boxers name on her lips.

Looking up at the glazed, lusty eyes of the kitten, the blonde merely licked her lips;

"I took care of your 'kitty', how about you take care of mine?"

Groaning, partially from the pun and partially from how erotic the suggestion was, Blake took a second to catch her breath, leaning down and placing a kiss on Yang's lips, tasting herself as she did so.

With a strength neither girl realised she had, the singer pinned the buxom blonde onto the bed, pressing heated kisses on her neck, moving her way down. Reaching down, she found the core to be heated and wet, but still very sensitive, Yang had not finished in time for Blake to cum.

Sliding two finger into her lover, she pumped them in and out repeatedly, scissoring the fingers as she did so to maximise the sensation.

The blonde meanwhile, hand to muffle her moans with her uninjured hand, almost letting out a scream when Blake began sucking on one of her heavy breasts, the nipples hard and sensitive to the touch.

With a audible pop, the Faunus pulled away from the breast, pausing in her treatment of the other to comment; "Don't hide Yang, I want to hear you."

With her piece said the singer attacked her other breast, her free hand playing with her own kitty while she serviced the fiery boxer.

Yang, having already been aroused from what she had done to her lover, soon reached her own peak, a resounding scream signalling she had forcefully cum.

Feeling a moment of pride, Blake crawled back up to Yangs lips, taking the two fingers she had coated and licking them slowly, sensually in front of lilac eyes. A flash of blonde hair later and she was pinned on her back, a knee spreading her legs gently, while a halo of golden locks grinned toothily down at her; "Round 2 babe."

They continued that way for some time, orgasm after breathtaking orgasm mounting on each other, until they were so lost in their pleasure that all sense of time vanished from their minds.

It was only when the sun was rising the next morning that they stopped, the singer cuddled up into the boxers heavy chest, using the mounds as a pillow;

"I love you." Blake whispered, falling asleep even as she said those words, although that did not make them ring any less true.

Muscled arms tightened around her, the chest she was resting on slowly rising and falling, a steady heartbeat echoing in both sets of her ears.

"I love you too." Came the sleepy reply, the words honest and true.

Both singer and boxer fell asleep, content in the knowledge that they were with someone they loved, and that they would protect each other to the end of their lives.