EX: Yang is Sleepy When Blake Touches Her Hair: First

Yang x Blake

A/N: I'll be doing this corner every 3 updates, I guess? I really like Yang's hair, and we all know she has hair issues. We definitely need this, don't we? wink wink wink Also, please read and review!

"Yang?" Blake had her back propped up against the headrest of her bed. Yang laid her upper body on Blake's bed, her head on her lap and her lower back on the edge of the bed with her feet flat on the ground. Yang continued on doing bicep exercises with one two pound dumbbell in one hand.

"What is it?" Lilac eyes looked up to meet amber ones that have stopped reading a book. Blonde eyebrows were raised in curiosity. Amber eyes looked away then a faint blush crept up pale cheeks. Blake closed her book and settled it on top of the nearby bookshelf. "Blake, what is it?"

"Um, can I touch your hair?" Blake stared at the wall to her left as if it was the most interesting inside the room. "Yang?"

Yang looked at her in amusement. Then later on broke into laughter. Blake leered at her then forcefully pushed her off her lap making the blonde girl roll onto the floor and hit Weiss' bed, slightly putting it off position.

"What is it?" Blake pouted on one cheek and then crossed her arms. "Yang." She spoke in apprehension.

"Sorry. I just thought you were the person who wouldn't ask. You know. Being straightforward like the beauty you are." Yang winked. She stood up from the ground, rubbing her head and then sat back down on Blake's bed. "Sure."

Blake smiled. However, upon noticing the quantity of her grin, she immediately faked a cough and looked away. She patted her lap. "Here then." Yang grinned and then lay down on the familiar and comfortable place.

"Warning though." Yang spoke, feeling familiar fingers treading into her golden locks. "I get really sleepy fast." Then a yawn followed.

"That's—" Blake looked away. "Cute." She continued threading her fingers into Yang's long golden tresses. "Your hair is so soft."

"Yeah. I love my hair." Yang answered. She blinked rapidly then yawned again. "Not as much as I love you though, but close enough—ow." She rubbed her forehead where Blake had lightly slapped her.

"She's like a cat. Without the purring." Blake continued stroking blonde hair while she watched Yang's face. "It's okay to go to sleep."

"Its 8am, you know," Yang answered with a laugh but yawned again. "But I guess I wouldn't really mind going back to bed anyway. Weiss and Ruby are out doing tactician training or whatever."

"We should go with them next time," Blake answered and looked out the window. "We might need to learn those lessons too."

"We have exemplary teamwork. We'll be fine," Yang answered while she closed her eyes in comfort. "This is really comforting."

"Really? That's good to hear then." Amber eyes continued staring out at the bright blue sky when a comfortable silence emerged between them. "Yang?" She looked down only to find a peaceful face in slumber. She smiled then laughed a little.

Slowly, Blake pulled Yang up from her lap then vertically positioned her on the bed. She pushed herself higher so their faces would be on the same level. "She really did fall asleep."

She slipped her arms under Yang's neck and hugged the blonde's shoulders while she continued caressing her hair. Blake smiled then closed her eyes as well, receiving the contagious sleepy feeling as well.

It was still morning. However, no one minded the time of the day. It was because it was a time just for the two of them together.

(Yang Is Sleepy When Blake Touches Her Hair Part 1/END)

Omake

Light blue eyes stared at the imminent mark on the ground that she knew wasn't there before she left their room with Ruby. Eyes leered at it and a left hand grabbed the foot of the bed and slowly pulled it closer. A smile tugged at her lips when the mark fit into position as if some puzzle. Weiss Schnee stood up head high both hands on her waist as if she had just done a mission and accomplished it without a hitch.

"Uh, Weiss?" Ruby raised an eyebrow. Weiss walked past her with a smile and hummed a familiar song tune. "Weiss?"

Weiss was detail oriented. Very detail oriented.