AN:Here it is! Sorry it took a little longer than I anticipated, but Cookies, Camp-outs and Crushes is a wrap! Im quite pleased with this chapter, an I hope you all are as well.

Yang upped the ante this time, opting for neon orange leggings, for the glow, meshing together with a deep grey, form-fitting t-shirt. Over that, she had a coat, brown, the insulated leather one that she'd worn last time since the cold was picking up. Walking out, she saw Blake, once again ready ahead of her.

And she also had upped her own ante, and it was flawless.

The raven haired faunus had opted for a loose but an immensely graceful deep dark purple long sleeve sweater, with black-as-night, curve-hugging yoga pants. Her own white and purple accented coat that she'd used last week was draped in the nook of her arm, clearly lined with it's own insulation.

"I thought I could out do you tonight, Blake, but once again you could lay out the guys with how you're looking right now."

The girl in question raised her head a smile brushing her lips. "Coming from you, that's rich."

Yang scoffed. "You kidding? Look at you! Forget the cat, you are a fox with those yoga pants on."

That brought out a rich blush. "Hilarious, Yang, but that grey top is some serious eye candy for everyone."

Everyone, huh? "Oh yea? How's it working on you?"

Blake's eyes rolled before giving Yang a clear once over. "Oh, don't you worry about me."

Oof. "What, not your thing?"

"You have no idea what's my thing Yang."

"Aside from your incredible literature you mean?"

Blake ignored that, pushing off the wall. "Time to go Yang!"

"You'll need this before you go anywhere." Yang tossed her an object that Blake hadn't noticed before.

"No way."

"You betcha."

"I'm not, Yang."

"That's the condition for going on this date with yours truly."

"I'm not riding your bike."

Yang grinned wildly before wrapping an arm around the faunus, leading her away. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of you."

"Y-Yang, what, no, stop-"

"No buts, lets go!"

Yang lead the arguing faunus towards the airship where they took the trip down towards the Beacon reserved parking. The cool night air bit at their noses, tinting their cheeks and nose tips red. Approaching Yang's bike, Blake was trying her best to stop her and redirect her towards a bus. "Blake, all that time in the Fang, don't tell me you had to ride a bike as a ridiculous get away, looking badass and all."

"...Well, yea but-"

"Don't worry, speed limit it'll be, I'll double check every turn, every lane change." She grasped her best friends shoulders. "I won't let anything happen, trust me."

Looking into the lilac pools, she could only see a confidence and trust in herself. Blake sighed, resigning herself. "Fine." She slid the helmet on, a look of surprise crossing her eyes. "Yang-"

"I took out some of the padding on top for today, hope that gives more room."

"...Thanks Yang."

"Come on." Yang gave her a gentle slap on the shoulder. "Let's go bowling."

Blake climbed on after Yang, wrapping her arms around the blondes muscled core.

"Make sure you lean with the turn's, I'll take care of the rest."

Blake mumbled a response, Yang turning on the engine, drowning the faint reply. When it began to move, Blake's memories went back to the White Fang, how she had held on to Adam countless times, how he had told her the same thing when she had to ride passenger the first time. He'd seemed so much more back then. But, Yang, she left Adam in the dust, never once had Blake felt fear for her partner, never feared her. She knew that when it came down to it, Blake could trust Yang with anything. With everything.

And so, she couldn't help but relish in the sensation of being so close to her crush. Arms wrapped around her torso, her taught core feeling so comfortable against Blake's forearms. The blonde hair whipping past her head, it smelled heavenly, the scent of flowers and citrus filling her nose and warming her insides. The taller girl was just everything that Blake could have wanted in a world where she would want nothing but to settle down.

To be honest, settling down with Yang at this point sounded amazing. A future where they owned a cozy condo, with orange and purple throw pillows on a grey couch, a well furnished kitchen and a queen sized bed that was rich in warm comforters and the homely scent of flowers and citrus. It warmed Blake's heart.

"You doing OK back there?" Yang asked at a red light.

Blake nodded her head into the blondes back, her cheek pressed in between her shoulder blades.

"I knew you'd be good." Yang chuckled. Yang herself was appreciating the faunus' press against her back, the long legs of her partner brushing her hips as they rested on the passenger foot rests. The press of her partners breasts into her back brought a warming sensation to her neck and chest. Oum, Blake, I swear, if it was up to me, I'd never go anywhere without you.

Yang guided the bike slowly around a turn, feeling Blake shift gently to turn with her. "We're almost there." Another two guided turns, with two more minutes of bliss from Blake being cozy, Yang pulled them into the parking lot of the bowling alley.

"We're here." Yang softly said after shutting down Bumblebee. The warmth of Blake was removed, replaced with the cooling evening air. "You weren't freezing were you?"

"A little chilly." Blake admitted. "But completely tolerable."

Yang turned and faced her partner as Blake removed her helmet. "Well, I'll be sure to keep you warm on the way back." Yang winked.

Blake quickly swatted Yang's shoulder before resting the helmet on the handlebars and walking towards the door of the alley. Yang gazed at the form of her partner, eyes settling on her hips. The sway rather hypnotizing before falling down to her long legs, the form fitting yoga pants only complimenting every nook of her best friend.

I am totally gone for this girl. Yang was stunned at the realization. Blake, her partner, the girl who chose her in the Emerald Forest had captured more than just Yang's attention, she'd gotten a grip on her heart. Warmth exploded in her chest, little stars appearing in her vision. "Holy shit."

"Yang?"

Yang snapped her eyes back into focus, the stars clearing to show soft amber eyes glowing back at her. "Coming!"

When Yang arrived beside her friend-no, crush, she flushed a little. "Sorry, got a little distracted."

Blake's concerned gaze switch to playful as the glowing orbs narrowed and an undeniable grin split her face. "Seeing something you like?"

"If you're in the room, then always."

Blake smiled widely, a pink hue climbing her neck before turning away. "Come on, let's have some fun."

Walking in behind Blake, Yang saw her partner freeze two feet in. "Uh, Blake?"

"Where are we?" Blake asked in awe. "Why have I never heard of this place?" Her eyes were wide, scanning the groups that occupied each lane. Little distinctions of each person stood out, breaking the pattern of the glowing clothes that people wore.

Yang smiled, walking ahead of Blake before facing her. "We're in the Sanctum district, primarily Faunus, and so are the business'."

Blake looked at Yang in wonder. "There's a faunus owned bowling alley?"

"You bet." Yang's smile widened. "I've heard great things about this place from Coco, never once has she heard discrimination, evil words nor a single cry."

"You-I'm..."

"You're free to be you, here, with me on our glow bowl." Yang's grin so big, her cheeks were beginning to ache.

"Yang I'm...I'm speechless!" Blake shifted her gaze from in front of her back to Yang, her golden eyes glimmering with the most radiant smile that Yang had ever seen. It held nothing back, just pure joy. "I love it!" She gestured to the whole alley. "This! This is what I've envisioned for the Faunus for so long!" She specifically gestured to the alleys that had humans and faunus playing against each other, smiles wide, laughs filling the air and a healthy spirit. "This is all I've wanted!"

Yang smiled so hard, she could hardly see. Looking down bashfully, she started to give a response. "Well-" Immediately she was cut off, as a body wrapped around hers in a hug that was so tight, she almost felt like she could have boosted her semblance. Looking down, she saw Blake, squeezing her tight, with unadulterated happiness. Yang quickly returned the embrace. "I'm glad I could have shown you this then."

Blake pulled away before gazing at the alley ways with a new form of excitement. "Come on," she turned to Yang, tugging her towards the counter. "Let's get our shoes and have some fun."

Yang's smile never left. "I knew this place would be right up your alley."

"You've never been more right." Blake was completely unfazed by the pun, her glow radiating from her smile and posture.

Once they had paid for their lane, gotten their shoes tied and picked their bowling balls, Yang's a respective blazing combo of yellow and orange while Blake's was a vibrant violet with black streaks. Then they stood at their lane. Yang flashed a smile at Blake. "Ready?"

Blake's white teeth shone in the dark as she returned the smile. "Absolutely."

Yang pressed down on the start game button, their names appearing on the player screen above and in front of them. Blake was first. "Ladies first." Yang made a sweeping gesture towards the alley.

"Glad to see chivalry isn't dead." Blake walked past, not seeing the red that was creeping into Yang's cheeks.

Yang sat down at the chairs, watching Blake approach the lane. The way her legs stood parallel at shoulder width, the yoga pants hugged the curves of her rear, tucking in and showing the strong muscles in her legs. Then, her form shifted as she stepped forward, reeling the ball back into her underhand. When she reached the start of the lane, she slid gracefully onto one knee, releasing the ball onto the lane. It started straight and true towards the pins...and then half way veered into the gutter.

Blake heard the eruption of laughter from behind her, sending pings of embarrassment through her. Turning around, she saw Yang, sitting there, holding her head. "Oh, hush!"

Yang looked up. "Y-you looked so ready, so pro, and then-" she held her hand out horizontally before diving it to the ground, a long raspberry following its motion.

"Well, good thing I'm not done yet!" Blake walked back to the ball retriever, waiting a few seconds until her ball reappeared. "This one, will be wayy better!" She felt challenged now, not willing to let her second throw, as a huntress-in-training, to go into the gutter.

Yang only watched as Blake centred herself again, before stepping forward the same way. Once the ball was released, it rolled smoothly across the floor. It reached halfway, still going true, three quarters, it veered slightly, when it reached the pins it took out the four on the left.

Blake turned, cocking her hips and a single eyebrow at Yang. Oh my god.

Then the glow bowl lights turned on.

OH MY GOD.

Blake's shirt had a hidden neon colours in the purple, ones that were so delicately hidden Yang had missed them earlier. But in the black lights, they appeared, speckling the space Blake was in with beautiful combinations of pink, purple and blue. The amber eyes stared back, growing wider. Yang looked down, her leggings shining radiantly, but not blindingly. Soft and warm, yet a little dimmed, almost like they radiated heat themselves. "Wow." Yang looked back up. "Did I say you looked amazing?"

"You have no idea what you're talking about, those leggings look flaming right now." Then Blake reached up, above her head, and untied her bow. "However, I wonder..."

When the bow fell away, Yang's breath was taken. The ears that Blake normally hid were practically invisible, except for the white and soft violet the lined the inside. And they looked precious, something to be very proud of, and here Blake stood, tall, confident and safe. And with her, her ears did as well, with a slight blue glowing out of them from where the black light illuminated the white fur. "Blake your ears glow as well." Her voiced hushed and in awe.

"I figured they might." Blake walked back, picking up her now returned ball. "Lets keep going."

Yang smiled at her figure as it turned back towards the lane, her face thankfully hidden, the flush in her cheeks warm with happiness. "Yeah. Lets."

The games went wonderfully, Blake laughed, ears free and stress free. She'd never been so grateful for a business in her life, not even a bookstore. She was with Yang. Yang. And they were glow bowling. God, it sounded so cheesy, but at the same time it was too much fun. She'd noticed a couple of the glances that Yang had given her, and it made her wonder. If Yang did like her the way Blake was thinking, then the world has only gotten so much better. Especially since nothing hostile had happened. There wasn't any racists, faunus nor human. No one spat words at her about her ears, no one hissed at Yang for being in the Sanctum district. It was just her and Yang, enjoying life to the fullest, and freest that they had ever experienced.
And it only made her love Yang more. Yes, she was sure now, it was more than just a crush. When they walked through the doors of the alley, Blake knew that she now loved her partner in a romantic sense. The thoughtfulness, the care in her voice, the way she promised to keep Blake safe on her bike, the way she laughed at the little things, the way her voice sounded soft and soothing like warm honey. It was intoxicating.

Yang felt nothing but joy and bliss, and some friendly competition. Blake had managed to win the first game, Yang the second. When it came to the tie breaker, Yang won, but only because they had unfortunately run out of time. She'd been leading by fourteen points when their screen flashed back to the 'start new game' screen. The past hour and a half had been filled with laughter, with smiles and love. At least with Yang. She'd seen the reaction that had come from Blake from seeing this place existed, which was appropriately named the 'Alley Cat.' Which Yang had bust a gut from laughing about at first, but hoped it wouldn't send a wrong vibe to Blake.
But she'd taken it wonderfully, even smiled. She'd even told Yang that not all alley cats were strays, some were domestic that just had their tours. And that this place was definitely going to become part of her tours. But before that, when they'd walked in, the pure joy that was expressed, was something that Yang never wanted to see broken. It was a face she knew she could never tire of, one that she wanted to see more.

And so, they found themselves back on Bumblebee, carefully and peacefully taking their time back to the last airship back to the grounds. The entire way was filled with Blake snuggled up on Yangs back, a smile never leaving her lips, her amber eyes closed, enjoying the scent of her partner, the wind that whipped her hair, the fresh air that filled her lungs.

Once they had pulled into the parking of the school, Yang parked her bike in the spot under her name, before the two enjoyed a comfortably quiet walk back to the bulkhead. They spent that whole ride in silence too, with Blake, who'd let loose a few shivers on the walk, nestled against Yang, soaking the warmth that radiated from her partner.

It was only when they reached the doors of the dorm that Yang stopped Blake from going in.

"Hey Blake?"

The girl in question, turned and faced her partner, some tension creeping back onto her face, her bow having been back on her head since they left the Alley Cat. "What's up?"

Yang ground her heel into the ground, chewing on her lip a little before speaking again. "I-...I just want you to know that I've really enjoyed these outing we've had."

Blake smiled warmly, gazing at the somewhat bashful boxer. "Me too. A lot. I've enjoyed them a lot."

"So...fuck it." Yang locked eyes with Blake. "I've gotta tell you, I've got a huge crush on you."

Blake only stared, her mind whirring and her heart now thumping. It's happening. Oh it was happening! Blake felt elated, but clearly her mind only displayed that as she watched Yang's hopeful and nervous gaze shift to awkward and disheartened.

"I'm sorry, shit, I'm sorry." Yang rambled on. "I've fucked up our night, probably all our hangouts forever, but-" Her words were cut short with something soft.

Blake had leaned out and kissed her. Blake now cupped Yang's face with the tenderness that wasn't even reserved for her own feline ears. It was a lengthy kiss, deep, soft and full of feeling. Yang folded in, leaning into Blake's kiss, the feeling intoxicating. Blake felt Yang's hands settle with one behind her head, the other in the small of her back. The kiss seemed to deepen, despite being so soft, it felt like an unending abyss of affection.

Peeling away, Blake looked at Yang, amber eyes glowing with happiness once again, like they had earlier. "If that's not obvious enough for you, Xaio-Long," Blake shifted her hands once more, still cradling the blondes face, but brushing some stray hairs out of the way with her thumb. "I've been falling for you since before we had cookies, camp-outs and your crush."

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