Chapter 2
Yes, I added a chapter on to this. I didn't see it coming either. Blame /u/. I guess I was inspired by Blake's newly revealed choice in literature.
The first day of class was finally over. Yang and Blake lay in their new beds, with Yang perched on the precariously placed top bunk. Weiss had left for the library right after their last class ended, mentioning something about getting a head start on the material, but Yang thought it was mostly to get away from Ruby, who had gone off to frolic through a field of flowers or something. Yang was bored, and figured it was as good a time as any to spend some bonding time with her partner.
"Whatcha doing?" Yang asked, leaning over the edge of her bunk to look at Blake.
"Reading." Blake replied simply.
"Whatcha reading?"
"Nothing." Blake said, moving her hand to cover the title of her book, blushing.
"Oh really?" Yang snatched the book out of Blake's hands, and almost fell off her bed when she saw the cover. "Ninjas of Love? Niiice, Blake."
"Yang! Give it back!" Blake was blushing furiously now, but Yang retreated back up to her bunk to inspect her prize.
"Ooo, Blake, who knew you were in to naughty stuff like this?" Yang exclaimed gleefully. Blake had jumped off her bed and was grabbing at the book, but Yang easily kept it out of her reach. "Oh man, we have to try this position sometime!"
Blake jumped up on to Yang's bunk and tried to wrestle the book away from her, succeeding only after Yang let her. She held it up triumphantly, straddling Yang's hips to stop her from grabbing it again.
"Ha." Blake said, looking down on her vanquished foe. Except that foe was looking right back at her and smirking.
"Guess you knew which position I was talking about." Blake's face turned even redder, and Yang grabbed her shoulders to pull her down for a kiss. Before their lips could meet, the bed shuddered. One of the books holding it up had become dislodged during their activities, and more were following. Before either of the girls could do anything, the bed collapsed and they went crashing to the floor, still entangled with eachother.
A few moments passed before Blake heard Yang's muffled voice. "Actually, I think I like this one a lot better."
Blake opened her eyes. Yang's face was buried in her skirt.