Dawn of the Second Day
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For once, Blake didn't wake before the alarm.
She ignored Ruby's chatter and Weiss' muttered curses in favor of burrowing her face into her pillow, groaning contentedly.
It smelled so good...
She took a deep whiff as she hugged it closer.
Ruby's voice moved closer, and a hand gently grasped her shoulder, drawing her away from the wonderful scent.
"Hey, Blake? You're not sick too, are you?" Ruby's eyes were wide, and she was biting her lip.
'Too... Oh, right...' She shook her head, sitting up. "I'm fine, just a bit tired. Is Yang up yet?"
Ruby shook her head, then leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Hey, I know I said it'd be alright yesterday, but if you and Yang are gonna... y'know..." Her voice dropped again, Blake noting that it would almost surely be inaudible to most humans at this point. "kiss... you should probably wait till she's feeling better. I don't want you getting sick too." She gave Blake a friendly punch on the shoulder.
The genuine worry on her face was the only reason she didn't punt her off the bed.
"Ruby." Blake said, keeping her voice as even as she could. "I am not dating Yang. We are not together. I will not be kissing her. Okay?"
"Gotcha." Ruby nodded, and for a moment, Blake is content.
Then she winks, and Blake's foot moves on it's own.
Fortunately, Weiss is there to catch her, putting her arms out just in time for Ruby to land in them, in a near-perfect bridal carry.
Blake is vaguely impressed.
Of course, Weiss ruins the scene by dumping Ruby unceremoniously on the floor, chiding her under her breath.
Ruby starts complaining, but a low groan resonates through the room, and Yang gives a feeble moan.
Blake wants to ask her to repeat it, but thankfully Weiss understood it, grabbing a bottle of water and passing it over to her.
Blake climbs down off the bed as Ruby and Weiss go about their morning routines.
/
"-and remember, if you need us you can call. I'm sure I can get the professors to let me leave for a bit."
Blake nodded, and Ruby allowed herself to be pulled through the door by Weiss.
After a moment, Yang spoke up. "Well... what should we do today?"
Blake looked over at her.
She'd set Yang leaning up against the wall on her bed, and taken a spot on Weiss' bed, curling up with one of her favorite books.
Yang rolled her eyes. "Oh, don't give me that look. I'm bored."
"Already?"
Yang sighed. "Look, I-" She cut off, grabbing at her mouth and lurching forward.
Blake dove for the trash can, already regretting not setting it beside the bed.
Unfortunately, she wasn't quite fast enough. Ruby might've made it in time, but Blake doubted it.
/
Blake held Yang's hair as she finished vomiting, gently stroking in between her shoulder blades.
Once even her dry heaves had subsided, Blake took a look at the mess, her nose wrinkling.
Yang would need to change, and the comforter would definitely need to be washed.
Well, first things first...
She turned to Yang. "Are you gonna need help changing?"
Yang shook her head, pulling her shirt off and draping it over her chest, grimacing. "I need a shower."
Blake nodded. "Alright, just, uh.. move over to the other beds while I change my blankets, then we can take you down there."
Yang obeyed, walking a bit shakily.
Once Blake was certain Yang was stable, and had a trash can nearby, she went about changing the bedspread.
"I'm sorry." Yang called as she put the new comforter on.
Blake just shrugged. "It's not your fault."
She turned around in time to see Yang struggling to stand, and was by her side in an instant, taking one of the blonde's arms over her shoulder and nearly falling over when Yang accepted the support.
She'd known Yang was strong, of course, but it'd never occurred to her just how heavy it would make her.
Yang was a solid brick of muscle.
With a few… glaring exceptions.
One of said exceptions was pressing into her hand, and she was more than a bit embarrassed about how easily that distracted her.
A familiarly shrill voice spoke up in the back of her mind. 'And just what do you think you're doing? She needs someone to take care of her, not someone to feel her up!'
She resisted the urge to growl… but couldn't suppress her groan when a hardened nub pressed against her palm, Yang gasping slightly before clearing her throat.
"Heh, s-sorry, Blake… Mind, uh…"
Blake moved away from her, arms extended to catch her if she looked like she was going to fall for a moment before she put them down, and Yang sighed. "Phew, thanks. Can you find my pjs? I wanna go shower."
Blake nodded, and Yang smiled.
/
Blake bit her lip, looking at the door of the shower stall and listening to the barely-noticeable sound of Yang panting.
She was tired from the walk, Blake could tell, and sure, she needed a shower too… but actually offering anything like that would be…
She subconsciously shook her head, and Yang spoke up as she walked into the stall.
"Well, uh… I'll tell you when I'm done, I guess?"
Blake nodded, heading into the stall across from Yang's.
/
A constant stream of water, nearly too hot to stand, beating down on her.
Her hands, roaming her own body, scrubbing at the sense of wrongness as if she could wash her nausea away.
She needed to get done soon, she couldn't keep Blake waiting…
She bent over to let her hair fall in front of her, and began shampooing, a tune from her childhood playing over and over in her head.
And then, as she'd done a million times before, she flipped her hair behind her with a jerk of her head as she rose.
The world darkened for a moment before sharpening into focus, and she shook her head.
She needed to get out of here,get out from under the hot water.
She put a hand out to steady herself against the wall and take a breath as every muscle in her body twinged.
She wasn't going to pass out.
Blake had already had to put up with enough of her shit, she wasn't gonna pass out, she was the strong one, she wasn't gonna pass out, nonononononono, not gonna pass out, she's fine, she's strong, not gon-
/
The wet thump took a moment to register with Blake, but that was her only delay.
She was a rush of motion and instinct and Yang's head was in her lap, she was pressing her ear to her chest and-
Yang coughed as she regained consciousness, violet eyes fluttering open and meeting gold, miraculously not noticing the deep red blush on Blake's cheeks.
"Did I…"
Blake nodded, gently rubbing Yang's back. "You passed out… Does anything hurt?"
Yang gave herself a quick check, then shook her head. "I don't think so…"
Blake nodded, and smiled at her. "Let's go back to the room, okay?"
Yang nodded and started to stand, but Blake shook her head and stood, hefting Yang's weight with a groan.
Yang blushed furiously and buried her face into the faunus' chest, forcing herself to block out any thoughts about her partner's skin.
"Blake, you… we have to get clothes on, you know! I can walk by myself, okay?"
Blake chuckled as she set her down, and Yang turned away, her blush already spreading down her body…
Not that Blake was looking, of course. She just wanted to make sure Yang wasn't pale anymore.
/
Blake eased the dozing blonde into the bed, crawling in beside her without a second thought.
After all, it'd be safer for Yang if she was close… and after all of That, she wasn't too worried about a little casual contact.
Yang's breathing deepened as Blake slipped her arms around her, and she couldn't resist.
She gently pressed her lips to Yang's forehead, and smiled against it as Yang's arms tightened around her.
She was honestly just so happy to be able to take care of her, as she knew Yang would do for her… no matter what Weiss and Ruby had to say about it, or however many 'incidents' they had, she'd be willing to look after her as long as she needed it.
Yang was just so caring, and kind, and gentle, and soft, and warm, and she smelled great…
Blake fell asleep that day with a smile on her face that rivaled the one of the girl in her arms.