Brighter

by y8ay8a

It took that three day mission away from Beacon Academy, but if Yang looked back on the last months, their relationship was probably bound to change sooner or later. - Bumbleby smut. Starts in between V2 and V3, follows events of V3. May very well be continued with V5.

4. Chapter 4

Was 11 666 words - is now 14 504 after revision - updated 02/09/2018

Yang quickly dumped everything into her gym bag, not even bothering to get changed before hauling the thing over her shoulder and jogging out of the building. A moment ago, she'd received a message on her scroll from Ruby informing her that, for the sake of her beloved Crescent Rose's maintenance, she was heading downtown to a weapon shop. Weiss was accompanying her on her quest given her need to restock on Dust and, as they were going to be downtown, they'd make the best of it. Ruby mentioned not to expect them for dinner as they would be getting home just before the school curfew.

The blonde had barely finished reading her sister's message that she'd already contacted Blake, who had excused herself to the library earlier that day, asking if she'd seen their leader's message. The faunus's answer had been 'I have. I'm leaving the library, how soon can you be at our room?'

This had been what they were waiting for. She couldn't wipe her grin off her face, and Yang couldn't care less what she looked like running through the campus in her gym clothes with her idiot smile. Twelve days. It had been twelve days.

She sprinted up the stairs, her breath burned her throat and her heart thumped in her head and somewhere at the back of her mind she wondered if that counted for something in making up for her interrupted workout. Still, she didn't stop to catch her breath so rushed she was to reach their room.

Letting herself in, the first thing she was aware of was the curtains being drawn, either to obscure the room or to deter some of their new friends from showing up at the window for an impromptu get-together. Habit let her kick her shoes off and lock the door behind her without fumbling around, her eyes had yet to adjust to the darkness. Scanning the room, it seemed like the dark haired faunus faded in from the shadows as she advanced towards her. She had already stripped down to her underwear, to the blonde's great delight. Yang dropped her bag and hurried to her. She claimed her lips hastily as she drew her in a strong embrace while Blake used the momentum to jump up in her arms, wrapping her legs around her waist. What little lucidity left in her brain let Yang be amazed once again at how unbelievably light the faunus was. With one hand she seized her partner's thigh, holding her up, the other went down her back to firmly grip her rear and Blake gently bit her lower lip.

Panting both from her run and from the abandon with which she kissed her, Yang moved them to the bottom bed of their shared bunk, never breaking from her lips. She set Blake down on her back, almost falling on top of her. Hands tugged at her shirt, then quickly moved underneath it, caressing her lower back and sides, running short nails on her skin. Blake had kept them trimmed, Yang pleasingly realized. Fingers moved on her ribs and, with a shiver, the blonde broke the kiss. "Don't do that, it tickles," she laughingly said.

"What if I like your laugh?" The faunus shot back with a smile, starting to pull off the other woman's shirt.

"I can't be kissing you if I'm laughing," Yang countered, also smiling. She raised herself on her knees in order to get rid of her clothing. With her skin moist from her workout and subsequent run, her shirt stuck to her slightly as she pulled it off. She threw it to the floor but, as she was now self-conscious of the state she was in, she was hesitant to lie back down over her. "Sorry, I'm sticky and disgusting, I just left the gym without showering, I jogged here and I-"

"Your skin is barely a little moist, it's nothing," Blake interjected. "I couldn't care less," she added, in an apparent hurry to proceed. With both hands, she caressed her partner's now exposed stomach and hips. "…Anyways, I intended on making you sweat," she declared with a grin, still groping her midsection.

Mirroring her partner's expression with a smirk of her own, Yang advanced over her on all fours. "Dirty girl," she whispered, not letting herself down yet.

"Guilty of charge," Blake answered as quietly before she licked her lips. "I have to admit… the scent of your body turns me on," she said in a breath, propping herself up on her elbows. She reached for her shoulder with one hand so Yang wouldn't move as she pressed her mouth to her neck. "Your hair, your skin, your…" she trailed off, her hand had found its way between her partner's legs, feeling her through her gym shorts. Yang knew Blake could feel tremendous heat even with the fabric acting as a barrier. She felt herself being rubbed slowly, which elicited a breathless moan from her. Her partner slowly licked her skin, then sucked gently, moving up to her earlobe. "I want my bedsheets to smell like you," she exhaled against her ear.

Yang shuddered with lust; she pushed the other woman into the mattress and laid down on her again. "We can make that happen." With this, she crashed her mouth to hers again, passionately devouring her lips.

Blake latched at her again in response, bringing their mostly naked bodies together as she wrapped her legs again around her waist. Both hands caressed her cheeks, then lost themselves in the thick mane of golden curls, combing it, flowing out of it, gripping closer. Yang then felt those fingers disentangle out of her hair, move to her shoulders and back, now pulling at the sports bra she was still wearing. Yang absolutely didn't want to stop kissing her but the barrier the garment offered was much of a hindrance given her absolute need for skin against skin. Moreover, it had to go eventually… so she willed herself to break from her again. She did her best to hurry, yet with her damp skin and the tightness of the thing, she struggled to wriggle out of it and pull it over her head. After a few seconds, feeling ridiculous and mildly annoyed, she paused. She found herself sniggering as she realized she was not quite stuck, but close. Yang then pulled again, though more weakly this time around and, of course, it didn't help her situation at all. "Blake," she now laughed heartily, intending this as a call for help.

The dark haired faunus couldn't help laughing too at how silly her partner looked. "You're ridiculous," she chuckled. "Come here," she added in an amused tone and Yang leaned towards her, arms up, to let herself be saved. "There," Blake grinned, discarding the offending garment. As the blonde sat back straight again, she saw the faunus's eyes had dropped to her newly exposed chest. Blake had stopped moving and the way she gazed at her, with that engrossed gleam in her eyes as she studied her exposed body, had Yang raise her eyebrows in pleasant surprise. She'd known her partner would subtly check her out, but having her openly admire this way was quite gratifying.

"Enjoying the view?" the blonde's breathless voice seemed to make her snap out of it.

Blake reached out to gently run her fingers from her collarbone down to cup one of her breasts, taking hold of it, delicately pressing her palm to it. Yang hummed in a pleased tone and moved closer again. "You don't have to be so cautious, I'm far from fragile," she whispered, grinning.

"I know that much," Blake scoffed, resisting the urge to roll back her eyes. She also moved closer, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as she now started to massage her breast more assertively. "Telling me you're not fragile… and, how you love when I'm feisty," she contemplated. "Are you trying to tell me you want me to be more aggressive?"

"If I wanted to tell you something, I'd say it straight up," Yang answered. "But if I have to be honest, I think I'd really enjoy it if you were…" Her smile grew even wider and she captured her lips again, longingly savoring them. She could feel Blake's shift of behavior with the way her long fingers dug into her flesh of her beast more forcefully and found her nipple, with the way Blake's tongue was in her mouth again. Before she knew it Yang had pushed Blake on her back again. "Let's get you naked," she whispered between urgent kisses, reaching underneath her to unhook her bra. The raven haired woman arched her back to let her do so and Yang practically ripped it off her. Getting rid of the faunus' underwear in no time as well, she then slid both arms under Blake to cradle her into a fierce embrace. The blonde had to pause, overwhelmed by the electrifying feeling of full-body skin contact. Her cheek against the dark curls, she in turn exhaled heavy breathes and then deeply inhaled the unique scent of her hair. She could feel Blake's lips in the crook of her neck, searching her skin gently at first, then quickly moving onto leaving wet love bites, then not even shying away from biting.

Yang was shaken by another shudder of lust and the way Blake's hands moved underneath the blonde hair, massaging her back and moving into her shorts to grope her ass, was only fanning the flames. In that instant, the last two weeks of anticipation and desire seemed to bring her to her tipping point and Yang definitely couldn't take any more. "Blake." Her voice was wavering. "…I need you to finger me."

She felt Blake chuckle in response under more than she heard her. "Someone's eager," the dark haired woman commented.

"Yes," Yang shamelessly answered. "I've got quite the build-up," she reminded her. "So please."

Blake hummed contemplatively, leisurely tracing her skin at the edge of the waistband of her sport shorts. "…You haven't relieved yourself?"

"It doesn't compare to how satisfying it is when we're having sex," the blonde argued.

There was a pause and Blake then drew back to eye her interestedly. "…You haven't answered my question. Have you or haven't you?" She pressed, slipping her fingers under the fabric of her shorts, slowly going down the sides of her hips. "I want to know," she whispered.

Yang felt herself blush, even though with how far they'd already gone, she felt silly about being embarrassed with this. "Of course I have," she ended up admitting.

The corner of her lips went up again in a faint smile. "Thinking of?"

The blonde pursed her lips. "Who do you think?"

"You tell me."

It was unnerving how racy it felt to be admitting all this out loud to her. Despite her best effort to sound casual, her voice came out embarrassingly coy when she ended up answering, "You, of course, you, Blake."

With a faint but oh-so-pleased grin, she moved her hands in her shorts, one finding its way between her legs while the other circled at the back again to grab hold of her ass. She slid her fingers in her panties slowly, traveling on soaked flesh, teasing the opening. "Tell me what you think of."

"What, really?" she whined, discomfited. But then she felt Blake start to move her hands out her shorts and Yang miraculously had no reserves left. "Your lips," she started, "the way my head goes blank when you kiss me and… how electrifying it is just to feel your hands on me… or… in me," she whispered and she could feel Blake's fingers moving again, parting her lips. Yang exhaled heavily. Her eyes fluttered shut as she relished in the gentle caresses and she felt Blake's hand on her ass encourage her to follow her rubbing motion. The blonde bit her lower lip, smiling, complying with a slow thrust of her hips.

"Yang," the faunus whispered, prompting her to open her eyes again. "Tell me more," she requested, very slowly pushing two fingers in.

She opened her mouth soundlessly for a second, overwhelmed by an upsurge of desire as she felt Blake's fingers inside of her. Why did Blake's fingers feel so, so extraordinarily better than her own? Yang suddenly found her voice again, "Oh God yes."

"Yang," she recalled her attention once more. "Keep going."

The blonde could feel her body grow hotter and hotter, her head was going blank; it was hard to concentrate on what Blake was saying. "…Keep going?" She repeated dazedly.

Blake licked her lips, pumping her fingers steadily. "You were telling me about what you think of when you touch yourself," she reminded her.

Her heart was hastily picking up speed and her hips seemed to be moving on their own, submitting to the pace of her fingers sliding almost completely out and penetrating her again. "…I think of… the way your body feels against mine," she managed, "like I'm melting into you. And…shit…ungh—" She threw her head back, trying so hard to remember her fantasies, attempt to articulate them, when all her brain wanted to do was focus on now. "I think of… w—when I finger you, the warmth, the way you cling to me, it makes me so fucking hot, " she murmured, feeling Blake's fingers push deeper inside her, picturing to herself what she was retelling as she spoke. "And th-then I remember your voice… and the way it sounds when it's breathless and… those soft moans you can't hold back…God…And how beautiful—aah," she let out a deep moan, as Blake suddenly seemed to hit the perfect spot, and Yang had to gather herself again, "…a-and how beautiful you are, Blake. With your endless legs and… perfect breasts and your gorgeous eyes and those adorable cat ears and goddamn…" she griped, trying to breathe in. "…I sound obsessed…"

"I wouldn't consider that a bad thing," Blake offered as she slowly sat up, forcing Yang to lean back and straddle her instead, still keeping a steady pace with her thrusting. Both Yang's arms came around her shoulders and the blonde pressed their bodies together. Blake leaned her head on her shoulder, breathing against her ear. "I had no idea you had it this bad for me," she quietly commented.

"Well, I do," Yang hurriedly answered. "You're all I can think of, all I need, all I want," she admitted urgently. At this, Blake lost their cadence; she apparently hadn't been expecting for her to take her remark seriously or to so openly own up to her fixation. It felt to Yang like Blake was expecting for her to keep talking, like she was yearning to hear something more. However…Yang didn't want to dwell on why she'd blurted this. She rolled her hips again, trying to incite her to continue, wanting desperately to carry on. "…For the love of god, don't stop, please."

Instantly, Blake snapped out of it and resumed what she was doing, even picking up speed. She moved her left hand from her rear up her back, digging her fingers into her skin, unconcerned with leaving red streaks on her back. Yang moaned again, clutching her desperately, and Blake's mouth was on her neck, searching down her shoulder, marking her, biting her. "Fuck, Blake," she gasped, her hand in the dark locks held her head there.

"I want to go down on you again," the faunus whispered, her lips still against her shoulder.

Though the prospect was exceptionally appealing, Yang felt herself already so close; she couldn't fathom how she'd be able to let go of her partner when she was heartbeats away from ecstasy. "Don't stop what you're doing," she pleaded, panting. "Not now."

Blake kissed her skin again, slowly moving on her collarbone. Yang was incredibly thankful her partner was following her lead, meeting her hip movement with her fingers. Her lips were now on her throat. "You don't want me to do it?"

"Not now," Yang repeated between struggling breathes, pressing her face against the side of her head. The scent of her hair was heavenly and Blake's body in her arms was astoundingly flawless; the next moment was like a free fall. She clutched her closer, tensing up, overcome by the most amazing release. It was as if time had stopped, as if everything was suspended. The whole world was muted, only Blake and this euphoria existed.

Everything then came crashing back to reality and she caught herself gasping for breath, her body pulsating, yet shaken with irrepressible shivers. She felt her partner slide her fingers out and wrap both arms around her waist instead, cradling her in a soothing, incredibly tender hug.

Yang leaned heavily against her and, as her mind was slowly clearing up, as her senses came back to her again, she found herself replaying to herself the last moment. She didn't know how it could be, but every time she was with Blake, the way she brought her to orgasm seemed to only keep getting more amazing. She knew it could have been any number things; Blake may have been learning from each encounter how her body worked or Yang herself was certainly more comfortable, which would have her relax and let herself go more every time. It could also have simply been that with the anticipation, with the build-up, Yang's lust was more powerful and release subsequently simply felt more liberating.

Whatever it was, Yang could not be more thankful. With a last sigh, she loosened her embrace, backing a few inches. Still trying to recover her breath, she cupped her partner's cheeks with both hands, pushing away with her thumbs dark strands of hair stuck against her skin with the sweat. Blake's hands on her lower back flowed down her ass then to her thighs, settling there. She leaned in and Yang instantly met her for a slow, lingering kiss. As they kissed, Blake slowly leaned back and the blonde followed her to lie back down next to her on the bed.

Her body had slowed down to a normal rhythm but her skin hadn't entirely dried when they finally parted. The inflamed golden of her feline partner's eyes shone through the darkness of the room, they seemed to be pulling her in. Blake's desire for her was blatant and Yang was magnetically, helplessly drawn to her. She was absolutely certain the other woman could see the same yearning reflected in her own eyes, Yang had never been good at hiding what she felt after all. In this instant, with how crystal clear their mutual attraction was, the blonde couldn't understand how she'd ever looked in her eyes without catching on. "I really, really needed this. Thank you," Yang whispered, caressing her cheek again.

Blake shook her head faintly. "Don't thank me," she breathed. Her features had stretched into a bit of a sheepish smile and she was unable to maintain eye contact. "It almost feels like you're doing me a favor by letting me do this given how much I've fantasized about you over the last months," she admitted.

The blonde felt herself grin. "That much?"

Blake's fingers traced a line down her arm, then up again. Yang could see her gaze completely glued to her chest. "…Quite a lot," she allowed. "…And lately even more."

Yang let her partner's hands travel on her body and it seemed to her as if Blake was trying to distract herself, or maybe even distract the brawler from the subject at hand. Her grin widening, Yang couldn't help pressing the matter. "Are you going to tell me what those fantasies are about?"

The dark haired faunus shrugged lightly, sliding her palm on one of her breasts, fondling her again. "Well… about you," she vaguely answered.

"I know that much," she shot back. "I meant, what exactly about me. Or what I do, or what I say in those fantasies that make your head reel. Can you tell me any of that?"

Blake's cat ears twitched and she moved in, laying her head against her partner's chest. "…No."

"That's kind of unfair, I told you a lot," Yang laughed, embracing her. "…Are you embarrassed? Is it kinky? No need to be shy," she teased.

"I'm not embarrassed," Blake quietly answered. After a short pause, she sighed and snuggled a little closer. Her body felt tenser in Yang's arms and, when her voice came again, she sounded surprisingly disheartened. "It's not kinky at all, just… I just… don't think I should tell you."

The answer she received yanked the blonde out of her amused state. She had been very mindful of the way Blake had not so subtly and very deliberately avoided opening up about what may lie behind what they were doing and every time she found herself faced with this barricade Blake inevitably retreated behind, she was reminded that all this wouldn't be able to stay nebulous forever. The urgent necessity to clear up her own heart and find answers for her partner only made itself more unrelenting. Yang carefully tightened her embrace, very cautious not to let her change of mood reflect in her voice. "…Alright, if you'd rather not talk about it, no pressure," she gently offered. "Maybe in time?"

Blake relaxed significantly, Yang guessed she had been anxious over what could come out of her refusal. This time as she answered, she didn't sound downcast in any ways. "Yeah. Probably in time."

Yang exhaled slowly, waiting another moment before she loosened up her hug. As Blake laid comfortably on top, almost weightless to her, she marveled at how well their bodies seemed to fit together. Her partner's slow breath warmed her breast and Yang quickly came aware again of how much she wanted to touch her again. "…Hey, kitten…" she quietly whispered, moving her fingers down her spine, "I'd like to make you feel good, now."

"I feel good right now, being like this," Blake quietly answered, eyes still closed.

Yang felt herself smile. It did feel good to simply be lying together, holding each other. But the embers of her yearning for the beautiful woman in her arms were quickly catching fire again and Yang wanted to take possession of her again. She slowly turned them around, forcing her on her back. Blake's words echoed in her mind, how she had whispered about where she liked her best on top of her. "Don't you want more than just cuddling?"

Something playful crossed her features when Yang took control of her again, a veiled smile graced lips and she caressed her shoulders with both hands. "Do I?"

And Yang felt herself growing hotter as she trapped her partner under her, thrilled with the frisky mood that was now taking over Blake's previously downcast one. "Yeah, you do," she confirmed.

Her fingers leisurely moved down her arms and she arched her back a little, pressing into her. "Maybe it's you who wants more," the faunus suggested.

"There's that too," Yang breathed, grinning. "But first I definitely, definitely want to do things to you."

Blake gave a pleased hum. "I wouldn't mind that…"

"Wouldn't mind?" Yang repeated, her grin widening. "You want me to blow your mind, you mean."

"Yeah?" She purred almost inaudibly, her voice but a breath.

"Yeah," Yang affirmed, her mouth finding her neck, then slowly exploring her skin downwards.

Delicate hands found strong shoulders again, then the golden curls. "Any idea how you're going to do that?"

"Well, to start with," she glanced up again at her, lips still against her skin. "If I'm not mistaken, I think that… last time, you loved seeing my face between your legs." As she said this, for a fleeting moment, her partner's features betrayed visceral desire. Yang exhaled hotly, feverish passion completely engulfing her again. "Is that what you want, Blake?"

Her ears flattened back for a second; she looked surprisingly embarrassed. "…It's not just about what I want," she trailed off, watching as the blonde still made her way down, "Yang, last time… I made you do it. I should have asked you first," she awkwardly said. "…You don't mind?"

"Are you kidding?" Yang gripped her thigh, now grinning excitedly. "I've been really looking forward to doing it again," she admitted, moving her hand up from her thigh, along her side, kneading her flesh, feeling the shape of her body again with the firm intent of memorizing its curves. "All this, it turns me on like crazy," Yang added, moving even further down. "Seeing you," she murmured, kissing her stomach, "touching you," she let her hand drift back down her waist, to her hip, "…tasting you," she finished, taking a firm hold of her thigh again to force her legs open wider, earning herself a sharp inhalation from her partner. As she pressed closer between her legs, Yang could feel the wetness against her skin. Her lust flared to the point it made her dizzy. "You're so freaking hot, Blake," she moaned, her lips on her hip bone before she finally slid down to settle between her legs.

Yang closed in on her, feeling her mouth watering and, though she couldn't quite remember Blake's taste, she did have the vivid memory of enjoying it immensely. She caressed her hips with both hands and, in response, Blake spread her legs a little wider. Unlike last time, the brawler didn't hesitate before sticking her mouth to hot, slick flesh. Blake seemed to instantly sink deeper in the mattress, groaning faintly as one of her hands found golden locks. Yang sucked her lips, then lengthily lapped, with each lick parting her even more, until she uncovered the hardened bud. She covered it with her mouth, slowly rubbing her tongue against it, thrilled with the way her partner writhed and cradled her head closer.

She wrapped her arms around her thighs to hold her still when Blake started faintly rolling her hips in response to the gentle suctions and strokes of her tongue. The blonde eventually moved down lower, finding the opening with her tongue. There was a faint musky smell, her fluids were silky, even velvety, yet Blake barely tasted at all. Yang plunged deeper with her tongue, trying to get more than the subtle aftertaste, but it remained very elusive, only a hint of honeyed milkiness. The faunus was incredibly wet, and it smeared around her mouth, on her cheeks and nose, and Yang unreservedly pressed closer. Her shamelessness and open enthusiasm as she gorged on her apparently completely settled the faunus's reservations with letting her do this and Blake thrust her hips a little more forcefully against her. She was doing her best to muffle soft cries with her hand, but her purring was still perceptible and Yang smiled, not stopping for a second.

By now she understood that though Blake managed to mostly swallow down her moaning, which was a shame really, she was absolutely powerless to stop herself from purring. Her hand in her hair roamed through the blonde curls and Blake grinded harder against her and Yang's own breathing was starting to be labored. The air was hot and she felt drunk with Blake's taste, scent, muffled noises and passionate reactions. As the thought that she wouldn't have minded doing this until the next morning crossed her mind, she noticed how Blake now quivered, how her grip on her hair roughened up, how her sex seemed to be throbbing against her mouth. The faunus tensed up, she stopped moving and started closing her legs around her head in involuntary shudders, her hand on her mouth stifled harsh panting but still not the purring.

Yang kept giving long, slow licks, still feeling almost imperceptible twitches of the opening against her tongue. Slowly, the tension in her legs went away and her breathing had slowed considerably. The blonde backed an inch, licking her lips, and leaned her cheek against the inside of her thigh to look up at her; Blake laid motionless with an arm over her eyes, still catching her breath. Very slowly, Yang moved up. She pressed her lips to her pelvis, unhurriedly up her stomach to her bellybutton, then to the side to find her hipbone, and so, so slowly to the center again, tracing with her tongue the vertical line of her faintly toned abdominal muscles. Blake's hands sluggishly found her hair again, caressing the back of her head, encouraging her to move up even more. Yang laid one last engrossed, burning kiss on her stomach before shaking her head no, smiling.

"I'm not done yet," she exhaled, sitting up. The blonde took the opportunity to finally discard her shorts and underwear before she took hold of both her partner's thighs and repositioned herself closer, forcing her legs to spread wider again by settling between them. She moved her hand between Blake's legs, pushing two fingers all the way in until her palm laid flatly on her crotch. Yang then moved even closer, pressing her own sex against the back of her hand between Blake's legs and with the other hand gripped very tightly her hip for control. She then started rubbing herself against her own hand, which caused her palm to be pushed harder against the faunus, her fingers deeper in her.

Blake's eyes widened and she arched her back, instantly following her partner's lead with a thrust of her own. "Oh God…" she shakily breathed out.

With how awfully rare it was for Blake to say anything in the heat of the moment, this single murmur was enough to inflame Yang with consummate desire. At once, the vigor with which she rolled her hips doubled, pushing against the back of her hand, feeling her fingers forced deeper into the other woman with each impulse. The faunus pushed back avidly, rubbing into the palm of her hand, which was now slick with fluids. The blonde grunted in pleasure and her partner struggled and writhed, her chest and face reddened by exertion, bangs of jet black hair sticking to her cheeks with the sweat rolling off her skin. Watching her, Yang felt her raging hunger threaten to completely take over her lucid mind; it felt like she was losing herself so exceedingly erotic the experience was. She stared avidly at the faunus; Blake didn't seem to know what to do with herself. She'd thrust back and in turn clawed at the headboard of her bed, gripped the bedsheets or ran her hands on her own body. Rapidly losing control, Blake was coming undone and she threw her head back, moaning feverishly… and Yang, though gasping harshly for breaths that burned her throat, still felt herself grinning madly, wholly possessed by her desire to make her scream.

She'd never felt such purely carnal, indubitably animal impulses before. Something overwhelming, intense and unquestionably primal seemed to dictate every one of her movements independently from what her rational self could've imagined. Her fingers on Blake's hip gripped her flesh and she could only grind harder, sweat rolling down her shoulders and arms, transfixed with how her partner's body responded to her ferocious urges. Absolutely fascinated with how her unprecedented, visceral hunger seemed to have stripped them both of what self-awareness could have been lingering, having them both relinquish themselves completely to the moment, to their pleasure. And in her uncharacteristically aggressive handling of her partner, the distinct thought that, right now, what she was doing definitely qualified as fucking Blake flashed through her mind; a thought she found especially hot. The blonde felt she was threading close to the edge herself.

A shaky hand reached for Yang's still clutching her hip and Blake squeezed it as if she needed support. She then arched her back and suddenly stopped moving, pushing back keenly with her hips, and each breath came erratically, her purring louder than ever. Blake gasped for breath, trembling, and Yang halted too, giving up on her own climax as she opted to hold Blake steadily in place as she waited for her to finish riding her high.

When the tension finally started leaving her body, Yang relaxed her grip on her hip, removing her hand from between their bodies. Running her fingers on her thighs, massaging her comfortingly, the blonde watched as her partner's eyes fluttered open and she blinked several times. Blake laughed quietly, then sniffed, bringing both hands to hide her face and she let out a sound that could have been either a sob or a laugh.

"Blake…?" She stared at her in awe. "…Are you crying?"

Blake sniffed again, pressing both her hands on her face as she took a deep breath. "My face is numb. I don't know what my body's doing…"

The blonde still reassuringly massaged her thighs, observing her attentively. Her skin was flushed all over and she still trembled, though almost imperceptibly. "Are you okay…?"

"I'm fantastic," she laughingly shot back before she took another deep breath and finally uncovered her face. Her eyes were wet with tears but glimmering with a vibrantly positive energy. With both hands, she reached out to her, inciting her to lie down.

Now smiling again, Yang complied and lied back down, settling with her head on the other woman's chest. She could hear the heavy pounding of her heart gradually slow down. The faunus's skin was still damp and she exhaled heavily in the golden locks, wrapping her arms around her shoulders.

"I think I saw fireworks," Blake whispered, pressing her cheek against the top of her head.

Yang laughed. "So I did it. I blew your mind," she cheekily shot back, returning the hug.

"Quiet," she breathed tiredly, snuggling her.

The blonde glanced up at her partner to see her with eyes closed, looking utterly exhausted. She observed her a moment, watching as Blake seemed to relax even more, until it became clear that she may be starting to drift off. "Don't fall asleep, I'm not done with you," she playfully warned.

There was a grunt. "I'm not falling asleep," Blake then retorted, her voice still betraying her weariness. Her fingers languidly combed the golden curls and she exhaled deeply. "…You didn't finish, did you? I'll take care of that….."

Her eyes were still on her partner's exquisite features, assessing her fatigue. "…I wouldn't say no if you were up for it," Yang started before she laughed once more and returned her head against her chest, rubbing her cheek on her breast. "…But you look like you might just fall asleep doing me," she pointed out. "I was joking by the way, it's fine if you'd rather nap."

Blake exhaled lowly, shaking her head. "I want to do it. I've been… fantasizing about going down on you again, in fact. Just give me a few minutes to recover…" she whispered. She gently hugged her head to her chest. "Climaxing tends to make me so drowsy… it's helpful otherwise, with how I frequently have trouble sleeping, but right now I'd gladly do without…" she mumbled.

Instantly, Yang raised her head to stare at her partner again, bewildered. "…Are you saying you…masturbate to sleep?" As she asked, Blake's eyes fluttered open and her expression had gone blank. There was a long silence and Yang felt she needed to make sure there could be no ambiguity to her question. "You've been doing it… with all of us in the room?"

For a heartbeat, culpability was written all over her; her eyes had twitched open wider and her face had reddened again, her cat ears were flat for a second. Blake instantly caught herself, returning to a very even countenance, and cleared her throat. "I didn't say that."

The blonde disentangled herself to prop her upper body up on her elbows, as their position had her straining her neck to look up at her partner."…Wow, for real? You weren't scared of getting caught?"

Her face darkened several shades of red. "Yang, I didn't say-"

"Does that kind of thing turn you on?"

At this point, Blake seemed to give up denying. She sighed and her gaze drift to the support boards of the bed above them. "...For the most part it's just that I don't mind," she admitted. "A lot of things happened in my past and… a lot of it just seems to surface without warning when I'm alone with my thoughts at night. Doing that takes my mind off all of it on top of getting me drowsy. And since I can be silent when I do it…" she trailed off, still avoiding looking back at her.

This unexpectedly serious answer dampened her playfully bemused mood and Yang felt compelled to comfort her, distract her, anything to liven her up again. Her lips found the skin most readily available to her. With the way they were lying, it happened to be her chest, and the blonde readily kissed her way to a nipple. Wrapping her mouth around it and rubbing it with her tongue earned her a quiet moan from her feline partner.

"But… to answer your question," Blake added, "I think… maybe being aware of how you were sleeping so close, I guess…that turned me on," she admitted.

The image of Blake fantasizing about her in silence, getting herself off while Yang went to sleep a few feet from her had the blonde feel her body grow hot again. She herself never dared to do something like this; would she attempt relieving herself in that sort of setting, she knew she'd be found out given how noisy she tended to be. Sucking a little more intently on the erect nipple between her lips had one of Blake's hands find the back of her neck in a massaging caress. Yang gave a last lick before she glanced up at her again. "…So. The other night, if I'd been okay with it too, you'd have wanted to do it? Even with Ruby and Weiss there?"

Blake stared down at her unashamedly. "Had it been only up to me… yes. I was dying to share this with you again. But. I knew you minded, so I stopped you," she admitted. Her long, delicate fingers lost themselves in the golden curls again, and she combed through them pensively for a long moment. Yang closed her eyes, relishing in the caresses. She would normally be very fussy about letting anyone touch her hair, but months ago in a debacle of an evening, Blake had benevolently taken upon herself to care for her. That evening was a fuzzy memory, however she did remember coming to with her head in her partner's lap and, more importantly, how startled she'd been by how much she was enjoying her partner's gentle fingers in her hair. Reflecting on this made her wonder if her attraction to the dark haired woman dated to even back then.

Blake's voice pulled her back out of her musings. "…Tell me, Yang," she started. "Do you mind just… generally running the risk of getting caught? Or is it specifically risking getting caught by your sister?"

It wasn't hard to figure out why Blake was asking; with their living arrangements, if they wanted to be able to be intimate more often, they most likely would need to be more liberal about the settings and locations. She took a second to think it over. If Blake wanted to jump her in a public or semi-public location with the risk of a stranger maybe catching them, would she turn her down? Probably not. "It's just Ruby," she concluded. No matter what angle she considered, she couldn't find it in herself to care about the risk of getting caught unless it was by her sister. Not if the alternative was waiting another two weeks to get it on with Blake again. "I can't… I mean, I practically raised her. You know I'm kinda protective of her and-"

"Kinda protective?" Blake cut in. "Is that how you call basically turning into mama bear?"

Yang rolled her eyes. "…Whatever. Her being there distracts me."

She let out an amused sort of scoff, though she did drop it. The brawler hugged her closer, snuggling to her breasts, and Blake still combed through the mane of blonde hair meditatively. It took another minute or so before she seemed to resolve on following up with what she actually wanted to know. "So… we can do it somewhere else, right? It doesn't have to be in a bed…? If I could find of a spot where rarely anyone ever goes… that would be okay with you?"

"If there's one, yes," the blonde answered without hesitation. She pulled herself up to be face to face, still on top of her. "I can't wait another two weeks."

Blake laughed. "Okay," she acknowledged, by all accounts satisfied with the answer she received. "…Though in a situation like that… wouldn't you be too loud…? We'd need to be discreet after all."

"I don't care if I can't get anything, I will still have a blast fucking your brains out," Yang countered, leaning her forehead against her partner's. She cupped her cheek with one hand, gently caressing her skin with her thumb. "…Or eat you up."

Blake's expression turned a little mischievous. "…That's actually what I want to do right now."

"What?" Yang felt herself grin again.

She guided her partner into switching positions and sat up, looking down at her. "Eat you up," Blake clarified. "I've been dying to do it."

The blonde silently gazed back up at her. Blake, with her shining golden eyes, midnight colored hair uncharacteristically messy and uncovered cat ears perked up, with her flushed cheeks and immaculate skin almost glowing white in the darkness… was so impressively beautiful, she realized she forgot to breathe for a second. She could only gawk back in awe as the other woman lithely, with a strikingly feline quality to her movements, proceeded to crawl over her on all fours. The dark locks glided off the delicate frame of her shoulders as she reached out with both hands, gently taking Yang's wrists and pressed them to the mattress on each side of her head. Blake bent slowly, very slowly, until she brushed her lips to hers. Her hypnotizing gaze was still locked with Yang's now half-lidded violet as the brawler docilely awaited the kiss that inevitably followed.

Blake's kiss was featherlike at first, soft and slow, though it picked up very quickly. She pushed her tongue in her mouth and Yang was helplessly melting under her; she adored when her partner took control, when she was assertive this way. As Blake slowly let herself down, lying over the brawler now, she finally let go of her wrists to start her way down. She gave a wet kiss between her breasts, fully taking hold of both of them with her hands and pushing them together against her cheeks. Blake then took her time sucking on her skin to leave love bites all over her cleavage, massaging her chest, moving her mouth to the hardened tips, clearly enjoying herself as she did so.

Yang hummed pleasingly. "Is that something you like about my body…?" She found herself asking.

Mouth still stuck to her nipple, the faunus's eyes darted up to meet her gaze. "Hmm?"

"How large they are," she specified. "You're into that?"

Blake closed her eyes and focused on tongue play for a second, getting the blonde to arch her back in pleasure with a gasp. She gave a last suck before she let go and looked up at her again. "I'd be attracted to you either way," she started, "but I have to admit, I do… really enjoy that they're this large."

Yang felt herself smile. "You looked like you did," she acknowledged as Blake went for her other breast, sucking so eagerly it made her gasp a vacillating moan. She then trailed between her breasts again, starting down her stomach, licking her skin from time to time. With her lips just above her bellybutton, the faunus pushed her middle finger inside her, having Yang buck her hips faintly under her; she hadn't realized her partner had reached down there.

"I also love how unbelievably hot it is inside you," Blake quietly commented, pushing forward with her finger to create mild pressure against the front wall.

Her smile widening and giving another pleased sigh, Yang brought both hands to the dark hair. Blake hadn't wanted to say a word about her fantasies a moment earlier, but she seemed to be in a talkative mood now. "What else?" she murmured, closing her eyes as she felt the other woman's tongue in her bellybutton.

"You want to make me talk?" Blake whispered back, pushing in a second finger as her lips moved even lower on her stomach.

The blonde nodded even if her partner wasn't looking. "The sound of your voice turns me on."

Though Yang's eyes were closed, Blake sounded amused enough for her to be able to guess she was smiling as she gave her answer. "You know, it's the same for me," the faunus admitted. Her lips now found the inside of her thigh and, the same she did with her breasts, she tenderly sucked her skin to leave red marks. "Your voice turns me on so much," Blake exhaled quietly. "The way you say my name, the way you sound when you're about to cum..." Her breath was heavy and the hunger that showed through in her tone, in the way her fingers feverishly searched her skin as she groped her thigh, her hip, her stomach was something Yang had yet to get used to. The passion Blake hid underneath her detached and cynical front was one that had taken her aback at first, but giving it a second thought should've been expected given how alive she came with topics like social justice.

The blonde moaned softly, her partner being more talkative than she ever could've hoped wasn't lost on her and she decided that maybe, just maybe, if she prompted her Blake would keep going. "…What else?" she pressed, her voice thick with lust.

"What else?" Blake repeated quietly, her tone mirroring her partner's. The faunus's lips quivered against her skin and Yang was electrified. "The way you taste, or the way you smell, god… or the way your skin almost burns mine when you hold me so tight, when you moan my name like a prayer." She breathed hard against her stomach, warming it with every exhalation and her mouth left love bites whenever it touched her flesh. "And I also love the mesmerizing way your hair will glow…absolutely radiant, just like you…" she added, biting her skin gently as she slowly slid her fingers in and out, inciting a faint motion of her hips. "You're so, so beautiful, Yang, inside and out," she professed almost inaudibly, "you're the most beautiful person I have ever met," she then added in such an amorous and devoted tone that the blonde propped herself up on her elbows to watch her partner, uneasy. Blake was entirely absorbed in her worship of her and so was completely oblivious to the way Yang was now anxiously studying her. The midnight haired feline slowly pulled out her fingers. "Asking me what I fantasize about…?" She contemplated, raising her piercing golden eyes to lock gazes with hers. "…All of you, Yang, everything," she breathed lustfully, sucking her fingers.

A powerful upsurge of lust nearly subjugated her, though being more aware than ever that they were treading dangerous waters grounded her coherent thoughts. "…Everything?" Yang repeated cautiously.

"Everything," Blake stressed as she moved to press her mouth to her sex, thrusting both fingers back in.

Her mind went blank as the rougher part of her partner's tongue rubbed against her. Her previous fretfulness and apprehensiveness were at once completely forgotten. Yang fell on her back again, clutching the bedsheets. "Oh my god," she gasped, "I didn't remember this felt so good…!"

Her remark evidently pleased Blake immensely as a muffled purring sound started to rise from her again. Yang's eyes snapped open; she could feel the rumbling vibrations the purring caused through Blake's mouth and tongue. "Fuck," she exhaled heavily. "Blake," she moaned, arching her back. "Blake, I f-feel your purring…"

The faunus gave a long lick, smiling. "Does it feel good?" Her question was so quiet, it was almost drowned by her purring and she started sucking on her clit again.

"Amazing," Yang shakily managed before moaning again, this time much louder. Her hips seemed to be moving on her own, she reacted to every flick of her partner's tongue, every suction, every motion of her lips. Feeling Blake's fingers pull out and the purring subsequently growing louder, with it the rumbling resounding even stronger against her sex, had Yang prop herself on her elbows again to look down at her partner. Blake was now touching herself as she ate her out; Yang felt another intense rush of desire course through her body, a maddening wave of heat that left a tingling feeling in all her extremities down to the tip of her toes. Yang's hand was back in the midnight hair and she couldn't detach her eyes from her. "…Those the fingers you've had inside me?" she asked, though it was more of a statement than a question.

The nod Blake gave was so faint, Yang may not have perceived it had her hand not been on her head. She rubbed her tongue a little more strongly, exhaling fast, hot breathes and Yang came aware that propping her herself up this way was becoming quite the effort; her arms had grown weak as they usually would when she knew she was getting close. She let herself down on her back again and, as Blake pressed closer, she instinctively spread her legs wider. It was everything she could do not to writhe too much and both her hands were rummaging through the silky black hair, scratching around cat ears, and Yang sighed in pleasure, murmuring her partner's name under her breath. The strong vibrations of the faunus's purring amplified the experience tenfold and the blonde already felt her body tense up, her toes curling, her eyes rolling back. She moaned lowly, unintentionally balling her hands into fists in the black locks, pulling her closer in a rough tug as she grinded against her mouth and she arched her back. Her body was on fire, her breath was running out and the other woman's name rolled off her tongue again. Once more she seemed to lose her senses, the whole world disappeared for in a flash, feeling suspended in time for a blissful moment.

When she came aware of herself and her surroundings again, she noticed the weight of Blake's head just underneath her bellybutton. Glancing down let her see her partner with her forehead pressed against her stomach panting harshly. In her ecstasy she'd lost track of the last minute or so. Judging by the way the other woman laid motionless, relaxed and panting, she guessed she'd also reached her climax. "Blake…?" She attempted, her voice weaker than she'd expected.

Receiving no feedback made it evident that Blake was utterly drained and Yang gathered herself enough to move. She half-sat and reached for her, taking it upon herself to drag her up on top of her as she settled on her back again. The faunus snuggled into her arms, pressing her face against her neck and Yang smiled contently, savoring the moment and the unrivalled bliss of being absolutely spent. Blake's hot breaths seared into her chest with every exhalation and her skin was as slick with sweat as Yang's own. The brawler couldn't care less. The light weight of her partner on her felt more right than anything else ever did before and the silence that enveloped them was so peaceful, Yang wondered if there was an instance in her life when she had been more serene than in this very moment. Her fingers leisurely traced up and down her partner's spine, satisfied to merely just lay with her, and Blake's drastically slowing breath suggested she was drifting off to sleep. Yang decided to let her rest. Somehow, she managed to drag the bed covers over them without disturbing her.

Her mind wandered to that night they'd talked for hours, exchanging heated kisses between heart-rending confessions. She had told Blake that they were complementary, and she was once again astoundingly aware of this. The other woman was nothing short of perfect in her arms. Moreover, Blake knew her inside and out. Blake read her body in combat as she did in bed like an open book. Blake listened to what she'd say, what laid behind everything she'd say, as well as what hid in her silences, all this as if that second pair of ears gave her the uncanny ability to hear it all. She wondered just how much Blake had read into her regarding what was happening between them. Had Blake already guessed what hid deep within her? Was she seeing what Yang had yet to decipher? Did she know how all this would end?

For the first time, she let her mind project somewhere into the future; she dared let herself imagine a fleeting image of the two of them building a life together. Her heart beat so hard it seemed to tear itself out of her chest and the thought was almost more than she could bear; she brusquely shook herself out of it. She didn't even know for sure what Blake wanted anyways! And she was too young to think this way! One thing at a time, she told herself.

She let time trickle by without knowing how long they ended up spending lying in silence. When her eyes eventually drifted to the drawn curtains, the fading light around its edges betrayed a darkening sky and Yang knew they had to start cleaning up very soon. It was already way past suppertime and their two teammates may already be on their way back. Her hand found the back of the raven head of hair, scratching her scalp comfortingly but vigorously enough to rouse her. "Hey, kitten…" she quietly started, "it's okay if you want to sleep, but you need to at least put something on. Rubes and Weiss will be back soon."

Blake groaned lightly and pressed her face into her torso, eliciting a short laugh from the blonde.

"You're so cute when you're sleepy," Yang fondly murmured, caressing her dark hair with both hands, tracing around cat ears.

"When I'm sleepy?" Blake repeated, her voice muffled by the flesh she was pressing into. "Are you saying I'm not typically cute?"

"God no. You're cute. Very cute. Often," she defended. "But you're typically more on the sexy side than the cute side," Yang then added with a playful smile.

Humming pensively and without raising her head from her comfortable spot on her breast, Blake glanced up to her partner, a very distinct gleam illuminating her golden eyes. "… Sexy, hmm?"

Looking down at her, it felt like she was struck by her gaze and her breath caught in her throat. It was impressive how literally breathtaking her partner was even in such a disheveled state. "Very," she whispered.

With the way her features lit up in a smug smile, it was clear the faunus had picked up on her partner's fascination. Very slowly, she tilted her head just enough to take her nipple in her mouth, maintaining daring eye contact.

To the brawler's surprise, her body flared up again; after the last few hours, she would have thought she'd have had her fill, enough sex for one day! But feeling Blake's tongue flick against her nipple and staring back into her enthrallingly sensual gaze was all it took for Yang to need her again. "...Holy shit, Blake," she bit back a moan, gently caressing her head. "You can't do that…"

As if challenged, she sucked harder, this time prompting faint whimpering from the other woman. "Of course I can," she argued, licking her lips.

"…Please don't?" she implored, but her partner's tongue still traced around her hardened nipple. "We don't have time," she maintained.

The dark haired faunus hummed again, evidently unconvinced. She resumed languidly sucking, her fingers now straying down her stomach. Yang stayed very still, but the hastening pace of her breathing, she knew, made her anticipation plainly obvious. Blake's gaze was still locked onto hers as she reached to feel how wet her partner had become again.

"Look at yourself," she murmured, clearly relishing in the confirmation of what she undoubtedly already knew. "Just this and you're already so worked up?" Her fingers, wet and sticky again, started massaging her flesh in a circular gesture. The blonde instantly was following along with her hips and the dark haired woman's small grin turned smug. "Can't resist at all, can you?"

Yang exhaled lowly, her hand in the dark locks clutched her head a little closer against her breast. "You're one to talk," she shot back under her breath. "You can't resist my hot body."

"You're right, I can't," she purred.

Yang had hoped her retort would be enough of a taunt for her partner to stop, to prove she could resist, but Blake hadn't taken the bait at all. Yang started down at her, a little slighted to have this little power.

"Is that a problem?" Blake questioned with a smile, pushing a finger in.

She closed her eyes, relishing in the gentle touch and the way she curled her finger inside her. "Damn it…" the blonde groaned, sighing again in pleasure. But… the clock and what its advance into the evening may bring tugged at the back of her mind, she glanced down at her partner again. "If Ruby walks in here and you're fingering me, really mad won't even cover it."

Blake chuckled. "So why don't you stop me?" She murmured as she slowly inserted a second finger, kissing her breast again, grazing her teeth to an erect nipple. "You're so much stronger than I am," she pointed out, thrusting her fingers at a pace she had obviously learned rendered the blonde senselessly helpless.

Parting her lips to attempt an answer let a heated moan escape instead and Yang arched her back, pushing her hips against her palm; she craved for her to go deeper.

Instead, her fingers slowed to an excruciatingly lazy pace as Blake mercilessly teased her. "If you wanted to stop me, you could just… grab my wrist, pull my hand away," she suggested, obviously unfairly amused.

Without a word, Yang aggressively flipped them around, grunting in displeasure as she felt Blake's hand suddenly forced away by her abrupt shift. She crashed her lips to hers again, pushing their bodies together, and Blake wrapped both arms around her waist, welcoming her entirely. Without reserve, she devoured her lips, caressing her cheek with one hand, grabbing her thigh with the other as Blake wrapped one leg around her.

"Who's feisty now?" The dark haired woman whispered between kisses; Yang could feel her smile against her lips.

"What's gotten into you, taunting me like that?" The blonde questioned back, barely taking a second to breathe between her assaults on her partner's lips.

Blake moaned feebly into her mouth, pulling her closer with her arms around her shoulders, with her leg around her hips. "I want you," she rapturously professed.

Yang's hand had found its way between her partner's legs to notice she was also very much fired up. "I wouldn't have guessed," she flatly retorted; it was her turn to smirk. Her partner's frisky and provocative demeanor was quickly melting to give way to a needy and submissive disposition as she pressed her palm to her sex. Blake was so wet and hot, it seemed to inflame Yang's body at once.

Blake breathed out shakily, getting a hold of herself enough that her lips curled into a grin again. "You want me just as much," she pointed out. Having thrown shame out the window a long time ago, she rubbed into her hand in an attempt to incite more than just a little pressure. "Come on Yang," she then murmured seductively, returning one of her hands between her partner's legs to find her entrance, "one last go, then we get cleaned up," she added under her breath, not waiting for her answer before she resumed fingering her.

Yang moaned again; leaning her forehead against hers, she closed her eyes for a second before gazing into the golden orbs again. "I swear… you'll be the end of me." With this, she moved her hand a little lower, laying her palm flatly against her clit as she slid two fingers inside of her.

"Only because you're letting me," Blake accused breathlessly. She rolled her hips at the same pace at which she pushed her fingers inside her partner and Yang quickly fell in rhythm. The faunus was drenched and so aroused, adding in a third finger was no effort at all. Blake arched her back under her, whimpering, but still managed not to break eye contact.

Her reaction made the blonde grin, she pressed her palm a little stronger against her, rubbing as she tried to pace herself. Blake's hand on her waist caressed up her back, gripping closer, and Yang still did her best to hold off some of her weight with one arm, though she was panting from the effort of doing so while still pleasing her partner, not to mention she felt herself grow weaker from how good Blake's long fingers felt inside her. Their skin was moist again and stuck together while her breath mingled with the other woman's heavy panting, warming both their faces. Blake's golden orbs gleamed, burned with fevered passion and Yang was certain her own gaze mirrored the same thing.

"Faster," Blake encouraged, very short of breath.

The blonde complied, gradually increasing speed. Her wrist was cramping slightly, but she couldn't care less; Blake squirmed under her again and the way she couldn't keep quiet this time was such a turn on, Yang felt herself tread on the edge already. Her body was tensing up yet almost giving out and she leaned heavily on Blake, somehow still managing to keep her lower body propped up enough to leave them both some maneuvering space. Yang had always felt she may be a little heavy for her partner but she simply couldn't hold her upper body properly anymore. Blake thankfully didn't seem to mind her weight at all. "I'm close," Yang managed in a whisper.

The faunus barely gave a faint nod, whimpering, doing her best to remember keeping a steady pace as she lost herself more and more in pleasure. She seemed to struggle over every harsh breath and yet her intense gaze stayed resolutely locked with the blonde's, boring through her. Yang didn't know if knowing that Blake was about to cum, with the way she felt her tighten on her fingers or the way her nails dug in the skin of her shoulder, had been the last stroke she needed to reach her own climax, but as she felt Blake now stiffen up under her, she was instantly overcome by a rush, ecstasy. Her head went blank and crashed her lips to hers. Blake's moans were muffled in her mouth as she was shaken with a euphoric shudder. The faunus's grip on her intensified drastically and the low vibration in her chest started again, resonating against Yang's torso, seemingly soothing the loud hammering of her heart.

Blake then also relaxed under her and slowly moved from her lips to kiss her cheek, her neck, her ear as she slid her hand from between their bodies to wrap both arms around her. She drew her even closer in a needy embrace, burying her face in the blonde mane. "I love the way you touch me," she murmured in her hair.

Yang smiled to herself. "Good, because I wanna keep doing it," she quietly answered, returning the hug. They stayed motionless for a while, until both their breathing returned to normal. Then slowly, Yang disentangled herself so she could reposition her body in a way that most of her weight was on the mattress instead of her partner, still lying half over her. She laid her head on her chest and felt Blake's arms sluggishly go up to wrap themselves around her neck instead of her torso. Blake's soft breast under her cheek and her enthralling scent, the way her delicate body fit against hers, all of it was subjugating. Even as she thought again that she was satisfied, she found herself yearning to caress her, yearning to explore her with her lips once more. Yang settled with snuggling closer, feeling her smile widening. "God, you're a drug; it's like I never have enough. The more I have, the more I want," she mused.

In the long silence that followed, Yang closed her eyes, enjoying the gentle rocking of her chest faintly rising and falling again that came with every slow breath the faunus took. Blake was so still and silent, the blonde had been ready to assume she'd drifted to sleep again, but then she whispered her no longer awaited answer. "No matter what or how much more you want, it's yours."

Yang felt her heart jump in her chest and her eyes snapped open, but she didn't dare move. She had meant to indicate something physical, biological, that sexually…she kept wanting more… but… 'more' in Blake's response… was something entirely different wasn't it…?

Did Blake mean to suggest what she thought she had just understood? She had to, right? …Because what else could it mean?

…This was a confession of sorts, wasn't it…?

In a flash, she again was aware of all the instances the other woman had put up a barrier, evaded discussing their relationship, her feelings or desires… and, all at once, suspicions Yang had about what her partner may want were cemented into certainty. Blake was serious about her.

How long had Blake been longing for something more than their friendship...? Had she been hoping for… romance? Or was she simply getting swept away with this recent unexpected turn to their relationship? They both obviously cared very deeply for each other and so, with this new addition of passion and discovery, was it blurring the lines for Blake? That was a distinct possibility. Yang had to admit she couldn't see the lines clearly herself.

After all, this was new and exciting… but would it stay this way? The harder a flame burns, the faster it goes out, doesn't it? What if, once the novelty died down, they realized that this was nothing but deep friendship and that lust had them believe that they wanted to be together? Isn't this the kind of situation that can ruin a friendship forever? She was petrified at the idea of jumping into something only to wreck all chances for this to be salvageable were they not meant to have more than quick passion, if this simply happened to be convenient to their own self-discovery.

But on the other hand, what if Blake was not getting swept away…? What if this wasn't new and she had time to think it through…and Blake knew what this was to her? What if Blake truly was… …

The word was so terrifying she had to brace herself to simply complete her thought.

What if Blake truly was in love with her?

And what if all of Yang's fears that this was just trivial experimentation were completely unfounded? What if this unprecedented passion wasn't the raging blaze she was under the impression it was but was in fact only the first spark of something so colossal she couldn't even fathom yet? What if her own feelings were so much less complicated than they appeared to be…? What if she would never again connect with someone the way she did with Blake?

She had to shake herself out of it. She couldn't assume Blake's feelings if she was to choose to do anything. She couldn't gloss over her own either. So she absolutely could not do anything yet. She unquestionably wasn't ready to choose to do anything anyways and she would not act on impulse again.

She would need to move the conversation at hand away from this. It took another moment before she found it in herself to open her mouth again. "…What if I eventually get to a point where I do want… that much more…?" she found herself questioning to her own surprise. Hadn't she just elected they couldn't broach this yet? What the hell was she saying?

"…Don't say things like that without thinking it through."

This warning reinforced Yang's impression that Blake had meant to use the opportunity to come clean. That she meant to open the door would Yang ever come to want to let this become something more. "Did you think through what you said?" she countered, though she wanted to kick herself.

She was silent again for a long time, then gave a resigned sigh. "….Maybe not," Blake offered quietly. Her hands around Yang's shoulders perceptibly tensed up; her fingers pressed into her flesh, betraying Blake's uneasiness. "Sorry."

Her heart painfully constricted in her chest. She clearly understood she'd just hurt her and she utterly loathed herself for it. She would have hoped to be someone whom Blake would never feel the need to shield herself from. On that night the dark haired faunus had finally opened up a bit, that desire had been reinforced tenfold. And yet still.

"…Don't be sorry Blake. I'm just…" Yang started in dismay but found herself pausing, uncertain whether or not she should actually proceed; she had nothing substantial to offer her after all. Though she also knew she couldn't just leave things up in the air. Yang gently kissed what skin of Blake's was available to her with the way they were laying, not without the reflection that where she kissed was right over her heart. Her so very precious heart. Yang couldn't say she wasn't tempted to take her up on her offer. To take however more she fancied. To take more. To take that heart.

But she couldn't, not until she was certain she could do right by her. Not until she was certain she could offer her own in exchange.

She cared too much to be reckless any further. She was all too aware of how emotionally fragile Blake was underneath that cynical mask of hers, and Yang knew that, unless she knew for sure she felt the same way, taking what was left of her heart would only end up in disaster.

The idea of selfishly robbing her of it and leaving her wanting conjured up in her mind the heartbreaking vision of Blake's chest cavity left hollow and Yang pressed her face against her warm flesh, desperate for reassurance.

"I meant it, okay?" She ended up declaring. "I should've thought twice before saying anything, but… I…I meant it. I really may get to a point where I'll want…more," she admitted, exhaling shakily. With her head still lying on her chest, she could hear her partner's heart pick up pace drastically and the blonde had to close her eyes to gather her courage to keep talking. "I haven't exactly figured myself out yet, I still… have to come to terms with what this means to me… or about me too… a-and how… how I envision the future…" she continued very carefully. "But the closer we get and the more I am with you… the more I…" she trailed off, not really knowing how to sincerely finish this sentence while still neither getting her hopes up nor hurting her. She shut her eyes and hugged her tighter.

"All I know is that I need you," she breathed. "And I don't mean that in a sexual way." As she said this, she realized that after the last hours of passion, her words could sound hollow. "…I mean, not just in a sexual way," she corrected, finally daring to look up at the other woman. "I need you by my side," Yang then avowed, her voice absolutely resolute. "And…no matter what comes out of this… I don't want to lose you. Okay?"

Blake stared back at her and Yang couldn't help wondering how it was possible that with so many different emotions storming her eyes, Blake still was entirely unreadable. It took another moment, but the corner of her lips rounded up into a small yet very genuine smile. "Yeah, okay," Blake gently murmured. Very tenderly, she cupped her cheek, letting her hand find its way in the blonde mane. "You're so, so important to me, Yang. I never want to lose you either."

It was flagrant to her how the other woman's response was neither infirming nor confirming any of her own intentions towards what was being broached. How Blake again omitted to comment on how she felt and what she wanted only in favor of agreeing to a temporary stalemate. Yang quite understood why, after all, would Blake acknowledge any part of this confusing rant, it may indeed definitely rip off the thin veil that still remained over what couldn't be said yet.

Nevertheless, what small answer she did receive had gone leagues in reassuring her, because really, the most important part was that no matter the outcome, they remain at each other's side. Yang found herself smiling back at her. Blake's hand in her hair was so enticing, she pressed her head against her palm, which slowly slid to her cheek and along her jaw and Yang found herself kissing her palm burningly. She wanted to kiss her. Given the subject they had just grazed, she knew it could very well be taken as an unspoken promise, but she was completely powerless to repress her desire to. Yang slowly lifted herself just enough to move from her spot on her chest to be face to face.

Blake looked up at her with that indecipherable gaze of hers, the one that had made her seem so enigmatic and impenetrable for so long. The one that made it seem like she had retreated to the depths of a fortress with insurmountably high walls. The way she was withdrawing from the conversation made it clear that Blake felt she had taken it a step too far and that she now felt the need to hide herself. It made her seem so far away and Yang felt a sort of ache she'd never felt before, something that got her at the very core of her being.

She wanted to tell her not to run or hide because she never wanted to hurt her. She despised the very idea of doing anything that would hurt her. Yet she still just a moment ago had hurt her, hadn't she? And it wasn't like she could realistically promise she wouldn't again. She exhaled shakily, wondering how it'd come to this.

"Were you going to kiss me?" Blake's quiet voice tore her back into the moment.

"I… yeah, I want to," she conceded, more hesitant that she would've liked to show herself.

Her impermeable mask let through genuine puzzlement. "But?"

It was valid confusion given how carnal the last hours had been and yet, Yang almost felt a stranger to her when she closed herself off this way. "You feel far away," she admitted dejectedly.

At this, as if she abruptly realized what she'd been doing, whatever it was that had her come off as guarded completely crumbled. Her expression, her gaze, her demeanor, it all changed to something so genuinely caring and welcoming. "I'm right here with you," Blake gently said.

The concept that in spite of everything, of her difficult past, of how their hazardous situation, of how unreliable Yang presently was and of the fact that she'd already hurt her multiple times ….Blake was still this readily willing to let down her barriers for her had her throat knotted painfully. She blinked back the fogginess clouding her vision. "I meant it when I said I need you with me, Blake," she earnestly reiterated.

Time was suspended for what appeared to be an interminable moment, and then the dark haired faunus wordlessly cupped her face with both hands to incite her to lean down; Yang readily obliged.

Blake's kiss was everything a lover's should be. Deeply tender and ardently yearning and earnestly dedicated and Yang wondered if anyone would ever kiss her again the way Blake did. What was she thinking…? Right that moment, the very idea of ever kissing someone else than Blake felt ludicrous. Blake's fingers entangled in her hair were soothing and so inviting, she almost forgot they couldn't laze any longer. She probably would have forgotten had Blake not been her usual reasonable self and pulled away to meet her gaze.

"We have to get cleaned up." This reminder was evidently voiced as an implicit request to be let go of.

With an understanding nod, the blonde made herself get off the faunus to sit up. "You want to shower first?"

Blake sighed, sitting up too. "Not that I want to go before you, but I know I'd better do so," she nonchalantly rationalized, earning herself a quizzical look. "Your showers can be interminable."

Yang scoffed, finding herself laughing. "Yeah, 'cause I'm not a water-phobic cat."

"I don't hate water, I'm just efficient," she stated matter-of-factly as she slid out of bed.

"Right," Yang laughed, reaching out for a harmless slap on her butt before she was out of range.

Blake stuck her tongue at her as she headed to the bathroom.

"Don't stick your tongue at me if you're not about to use it!" She called to her back, dropping her head on the pillow.

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"Did you find what you wanted for Crescent Rose?" Yang smiled, drying her hair with a towel.

"I found everything I needed and more!" Ruby excitedly answered, pulling out a few boxes of the huge plastic bags she had been carrying. "See, when Weiss was looking up dust, I was-"

Blake looked on as her partner chatted animatedly with her younger sibling. She picked up her latest reading material from her desk and walk over to drop herself on her bed again. Lying with her head in her pillows, she was overcome with the distinct scent now imprinted on her beddings, jolting her with memories of what had just taken place and alas… completely waking her desires again. Her bed definitely smelled like Yang. Blake couldn't repress the faint smile gracing her lips as she turned on her stomach, head in her pillows, eyes riveted on the silhouette of the gorgeous woman she was lucky enough to call her lover.

"Hey …Blake?" Weiss's voice interrupted her daydreaming.

She didn't move. "Yes?"

"I got you some dust for Gambol Shroud since it was a big help on Mountain Glenn," she started, "…and…" Weiss trailed off, thrown off by Blake's lack of focus. She glanced back towards the two siblings in an attempt to identify the reason her interlocutor wasn't paying much attention to her but, seeing nothing out of the ordinary, she turned back to the faunus. "Blake, is something the matter?"

Instantly, she pulled herself out of her daze, sitting up. "Uh? No, I-… No, I'm sorry, what were you saying?" With this, she still found herself glancing towards her partner.

Weiss blinked quickly a few times, looking concerned. She extended a small bag in her direction. "Just…Dust. For you."

"Oh! Thank you," Blake gratefully took the bag, peeking inside before looking back up at her teammate. "Why?"

"It was useful on Mountain Glenn, it could help make a difference in the Vytal tournament," Weiss explained.

"Good thinking, thank you." She nodded and leaned back. As she did so, the scent coming from her bedsheets seemed to hit her again. Her eyes drifted to the red and yellow silhouettes in spite of herself.

Weiss frowned. "Did you want to see what Ruby bought?"

Blake looked back at the small bag of dust in her hand, then at the snow haired lady. "Not especially, why?"

"You keep looking over at them," she pointed out curiously.

"Oh. Uh, no, just…" Blake racked her brain to try and come up with an excuse, but all she could think of when she glanced again at the two sisters was her blonde partner's naked body pressed against hers. She averted her eyes yet again, powerless to ward away the images invading her mind. "It doesn't matter. It's nothing," she awkwardly mumbled, wishing fervently for her white haired friend to move on.

Weiss furrowed her brow even further, squinting her eyes. A very displeased "Hmm," was all she presented as an answer, apparently opting not to press the matter further. With a sigh, she looked around, her eyes falling on the drawn curtains. "It's hot and stuffy in here, mind if I open the windows?"

This only reminded her again of their previous deeds; the humidity left over in the room was definitely their doing. "Go ahead," Blake acquiesced, keeping her voice as casual as possible.

The heiress went on to pull open the curtains and window. Meanwhile, Blake's eyes drifted to the blonde again. Even though they'd just been together and she should have felt relief from the pent up frustration of the last days, the scent of them lingering on her bed only had her craving for more. The draft brought by the now open window made her blonde hair sway gently, and her laugh as she animatedly chatted with their younger leader was irresistibly charming. The faunus sighed, dropping her head on her pillow again. Not knowing how long it would be before she could possess her again was dismaying, especially with how embers of her lust were kept very much alive by the scent left on the bed she was lying in. She wondered if Yang would accept to sleep with her again, just sleep. Curling up against her tremendous warmth may offer Blake some solace from this hunger flaring. She watched as Weiss joined the two siblings, urging her short haired partner to pick up after herself and get ready for bed. They did have class in the morning.

Yang trotted over to her. She leaned over with both forearms against the wooden structure of the top bed. "Looks like someone's tired," she grinned. "Going to sleep already?"

"…My bed smells like you," Blake answered in a breath, completely disregarding her playful jab. She noticed that the love bites she remembered leaving on her chest, stomach and thighs had been healed by her aura.

The blonde laughed and Blake thought the grin on her lips was simply to die for. "Isn't that what you wanted?" Yang shot back.

"…It was. But I feel like an idiot for not having anticipated the consequences." Her eyes flowed down her figure to her thighs left uncovered by her short pajama shorts. It would only be a few inches to lean over and kiss her skin.

"What does that mean?"

She was fixated on her skin, staring at her toned legs. "How smelling you on my bed turns me on so, so much," she admitted. "And we can't do anything about it until god knows when."

"You're insatiable," Yang amazedly whispered.

"Maybe I'm in heat." Her eyes followed Weiss as she disappeared into the bathroom to start her night routine. Ruby hid herself in her bed-tent to get changed into her nightwear.

She looked confused. "Faunus get that?"

Blake took advantage of these few minutes alone to lean over and press her lips to her thigh burningly. "No, not really," she muttered, slowly kissing up. "It was a bad joke," she then added, sucking gently on her skin every so often, still moving up. She reached the edge of her tiny shorts and Blake traced her tongue along the fabric, inches from what she really wanted to taste. Yang's skin smelled soapy clean from the shower she'd just taken, but as Blake had progressed, she had unmistakably been able to distinguish the faint scent of her getting aroused again. Blake leaned her head on her hip, gnawing harmlessly at the fabric of her shorts. "I may not be in heat," she whispered, "…but I certainly want you like an animal."

Yang could only stare down at her, speechless. Blake's breath burnt through the thin garment, over where her tongue would be if only they were alone. They heard the bathroom door open and Blake leaned back to put herself at a more conservative distance, though she knew the damage was done. She could tell how turned on her partner was from the subtle change in breathing and the scent only she could detect. Blake slowly raised her gaze to meet deep pools of dark amethyst fixedly staring down at her, hypnotized.

It then looked like it took everything in her for her to step back. Yang exhaled heavily. "…I'm hungry," she declared, her voice strained. "I'm going to the cafeteria, get something to eat," she added, swiftly turning her back to the faunus. She was out the door in a flash, leaving their two teammates a little confused with her sudden exit.

Blake was very aware of how predatory her gaze was as it followed her until she had disappeared…. but she couldn't help it. She exhaled softly. With the stunt she'd just pulled, she wasn't surprised Yang suddenly needed to get some air. And to tell the truth, it may indeed be for the best; it would let the both of them settle down enough to go to bed. As she leaned back in her pillows and picked up her novel, she suddenly came aware of a nagging sense of being watched. Sure enough, as she glanced to her teammates, she found icy blue eyes were attentively studying her.

Blake held her gaze for a moment, wondering what her friend was searching for scrutinizing her this way. Weiss frowned lightly, apparently troubled, but seemed to opt to resume her nightly routine. Blake felt her heart sink to the pit of her stomach, suddenly worried. Her friend couldn't be having doubts about what was going on… could she? But if she did… about what part of all this? Would it be an issue? Would this go down the same way Weiss first learning she was a faunus had...? How precarious could this be for the team? She watched her another moment, hoping against her better judgment that the bothered look on her teammate's features was independent of the way she'd just been staring at her.

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