A/N This was written before last week's developments when we thought they would have their talk on the airship. Enjoy!

Prompt #4 and #5 - "Even after all this time, you were all I could think of" + "First date in Atlas"

"Don't stay out too late you two!" Weiss called to the Yang and Blake as they walked toward the parked motorcycle on the street."

"We won't, mom," Yang replied snarkily, but she could understand why Weiss was uptight about them venturing out into the Atlas at night.

Weiss' father, whom she had the displeasure of meeting, was the biggest, slimiest asshole she had ever met. She didn't put it past him to hire a hit team to mess with his daughter's friends.

"We'll be careful, I promise."

Weiss was somewhat elated by Yang's affirmation but she still looked weary standing in the entrance of the inn with Ruby close behind her. Blake smirked and put on her helmet, taking her place behind Yang on the bike. She held on to Yang tightly as they took off, weaving in and out of traffic on the Atlas streets.

Blake wrapped her arms a little tighter around Yang's midsection, relishing the closeness. It had been a full two weeks since they were this close, when they had finally confessed to each other in a mess of tears in the empty cargo bay of the airship they had commandeered.

"I was supposed to protect you!"

It was such an outpouring of emotion. Blake couldn't remember all the things they had said. One thing was clear in the end. They loved each other. They were undeniably, madly in love as they embraced, never wanting to be apart again.

The days that came after were filled with crazy happenings. They were arrested by the Atlas military upon arrival and incarcerated until they could finally get word to Ironwood who was away on a mission. Finally, after a long explanation and a large amount of paperwork, they were released and able to deliver the relic to the academy.

They were staying at the inn to get some rest while Qrow and Ironwood were mulling over their options on what to do next. Now that they had some much needed down time, Blake took the opportunity to ask Yang out on a date. Their first official date.

"We're here," Yang said as she turned off the engine and took off her helmet. She held her hand out to Blake to help her dismount off the bike, gazing at her softly in the lamplight.

Blake returned her lingering gaze, wanting nothing more to hold her again. And she would have, if they didn't have dinner reservations to attend to.

They went into the restaurant and were seated at a table in the middle of the dining room. Yang looked around and took in her surroundings. There was a definite eastern influence in the décor with paper lantern lighting and Mistralese characters on the wall. Yang wasn't familiar with the style of food from the menu so she let Blake do the ordering. The food arrived shortly after on beautifully decorated plates.

"Try the spicy tuna maki," Blake said, filling their porcelain cups with green tea from an ornate teapot.

Yang carefully picked up a sushi roll with her chopsticks and placed it in her mouth. "Mrmph. It's good. Spicy."

She picked a salmon nigiri next. Yang hummed thoughtfully as she chewed before scrunching her eyes shut as the wasabi hit her. "Hoo! That's a different kind of hot, goes right through the nose," she said, taking a sip of her tea.

Blake smiled at Yang and squeezed her hand from across the table. She was so cute. But her smile fell when she heard a disapproving comment about faunus-human relationships from a middle-aged couple seated across the room. They stared at the two of them sourly with judgment in their eyes. Blake sighed and retracted her hand. Atlas racism, alive and well, she thought.

"Do you want me to punch them in the face?" Yang asked. "I will, if you ask me to."

Blake was warmed by Yang's willingness to defend her honour. "That's not necessary. Let's just have a good time, okay?"

"Okay, but the offer still stands," Yang said.

They continued eating in peace. Part of Blake couldn't believe this was happening, that they were sitting together on date, very much in love.

"I'm so happy you're here," Blake blurted out suddenly.

Yang paused for a moment, mouth open in mid-bite. She set her chopsticks down. "Me too. I missed you…"

"I missed you too. Even after all this time… You were still all I could think of…"

"I know."

"You know?"

"Yeah, you're kind of obvious, Blake."

"…What?"

"I'm just joking." Yang looked away wistfully. "For a while there, I wasn't even sure if you cared."

Blake's chopstick screeched across her plate. She waited until Yang was looking back at her before speaking again. "How could you think that?"

"I thought it was kind of one-sided on my part... I didn't know it was mutual. The mind does strange things when you're feeling low and alone…"

"I'm sorry… That was my fault."

"It's in the past now, Blake. I'm just happy we're back together and on our first date," Yang said more brightly.

"Me too."

They finished their last few bites in a comfortable silence.

"Ready to go?"

"Yeah."

They settled the bill and rode back to the inn on Bumblebee, opting not to stay out too late in the unfamiliar city. Yang shook her hair out from her helmet and got off the bike. She started walking toward the inn when Blake called out to her.

"Yang?"

Blake walked up to her in a few purposeful strides from the other side of the bike. She stood in front of Yang for a moment, searching her eyes.

"Is it okay if I kiss you?"

Yang sucked in a quick breath. "Yes," she managed to whisper.

Yang's eyes widened and stayed open as Blake gently grasped her face and pressed her lips to hers in a soft kiss. Yang was so nervous. She stood there frozen, unable to make a single move.

Blake pulled away with a soft smack, cheeks slightly flushed despite the cool smile she wore.

"I…" Yang stammered. "Can I… Can I have a do over?"

Blake tilted her head, looking at Yang curiously, her hands still around her face. "What would you do differently?"

"Um, something with my lips?"

Blake chuckled and leaned in again. Their lips moved more in tandem this time, softly and slowly. Yang's eyes were still closed when Blake finally pulled away.

"Unnnhh…" Apparently something had short circuited in Yang's brain.

Blake chuckled and began walking to the inn entrance. "Are you coming?"

"Uh… I-I just need a minute."

Blake smiled. "Take all the time you need."