Prompt. This drabble is taking place during the dance in Vol. 2 Ep. 7.
"I'm so glad you showed up." Yang whispered.
"Of course, I mean, a certain someone did say they were saving a dance for me." Blake whispered back, both girls making their way to the dance floor. The music was upbeat and fast paced. Most of the other students were already dancing with their friends or dates, while some lounged around the area. Yang scanned the room and found both Weiss and Ruby in a corner chatting with Neptune and Jaune. Ruby saw a speck of gold and white in her peripherals and turned, seeing her sister and Blake. She gave a thumbs up, happy to see that Yang pulled though with the plan on getting Blake to come out to the dance. Yang reciprocated the gesture while Blake smiled and waved, then they proceeded to the middle of the floor.
Dancing wasn't a stranger to Yang – she had already begun to sway her hips and raise her arms. She turned to face Blake. "Let's see whatcha got!"
Blake nodded and started to move. She wasn't as fluid as her partner, but she was having fun, and that was the whole point of her coming out tonight. As they danced they moved closer and closer, looking into each other's eyes. Blake felt a pair of hands on her hips, so she placed hers on Yang's shoulders. The way they moved together was on its way to being a little more suggestive when the music started to fade and changed to a slow song. Yang blinked a few times as if she was snapping out of being hypnotized. "Wow, Blake, when I said 'let's see whatcha got', I didn't know you had that."
"Honestly, I didn't know either. I guess you just brought it out of me." She said, feeling shy suddenly. "Do you... want to dance some more?"
"With you? Yeah, let's do it." Yang bowed and extended her hand. "May I have this dance, Miss Belladonna?"
Blake smiled and curtsied, playing along. "Certainly, Miss Xiao Long." She took Yang's hand and positioned themselves in a waltz-style of slow dance.
They danced in silence for awhile, stepping graciously in rhythm. Blake looked up at Yang, who was already looking at her and smiling. Her lilac eyes had softened, not as energetic and fiery as before. She actually really liked that look...
"You look beautiful." Yang said softly, interrupting Blake's thoughts.
"It's the dress." She said shyly, looking away. She felt her face getting warm.
"No, that's not true at all. It's you. You always look beautiful."
"Thanks," Blake looked back up, "you look beautiful too."
"It's the hair." Yang laughed. "I'm kidding! Thank you."
Blake gave her a look before resting her head on the blonde's shoulder. She felt a warm cheek rest on her forehead. "Are you enjoying yourself?" Yang asked.
"Yes, I am. Thank you for talking to me yesterday. I really needed it."
"No problem, Blake. I... We really care about you. A lot." Yang moved to where her lips pressed against Blake's forehead. Not really kissing, but resting her mouth there. She was thinking about what to say next when she felt Blake slowly move her head away and looked up again. "Yang...?" Her expression... it seemed welcoming.
"Can I kiss you?" Yang blurted before she could stop herself. Oh man, here I go.
"Kiss me?" Was all Blake to could think of to say.
"Oh! MAY I kiss you?"
They had stopped dancing and some people were looking their way, but the pair didn't seem to notice. There was a moment of silence but their eyes spoke for them, looking at each other's lips, then back up to each other's eyes. This repeated until their faces were just inches apart, which then Blake finally breathed, "Yes." And their lips met, ignoring the faint gasps and small cheers around them.