Unfortunately this chapter does not include any smut. It's honestly just a very minor argument that sets the stage for the next chapter (not to mention Weiss and Ruby show up for the first time since chapter one!)
I'm uploading this a week early because my birthday is next Monday and I plan on doing things with friends and family. I will upload the next chapter the week after, though, so stay posted!
Blake had never been entirely comfortable with shady night clubs. The music was too loud and pounded in her head, the other patrons were always a bit too handsy, and a club was one of the easiest places to find a discriminatory jackass in. Neither Ruby nor Weiss would disagree that only Yang considered this a good time. Still, it was her birthday and none of them wanted to ruin the night for her.
"Don't look now, but I think someone is asking to be murdered." Weiss grumbled as she leaned back against the bar. Ruby turned to look, as did Blake, and both women saw an unfamiliar man dancing with Yang. His hands were all over her hips and she didn't seem bothered by the attention in the least. If anything, she seemed encouraged by it.
Golden eyes narrowed and Blake was only vaguely aware of her nails digging into her palms. She watched silently as Yang returned the attention, moving her hips against him and reaching back around to his head. She was acting submissive, and considering how rare that was...Blake felt threatened. Yang certainly had an interest in men and there was no denying that, but wasn't Blake enough for her? Or was she genuinely after this guy?
No. Yang wasn't that type of person. Though as much as Blake trusted her partner there was still a lingering sense of self-doubt. She knew that Yang enjoyed playing both the dominant and submissive roles, but perhaps the dominance had gotten old? Blake much preferred having her partner in charge, so Yang didn't often have a chance to lose control. Though maybe this was more about messing around with a guy for a change, regardless of roles. If that was the case then Blake couldn't do anything to fix that, other than a straight out threesome. Even if Yang agreed to that, who would they invite? They had so few male friends; Ren was out of the question simply because of Nora's possessiveness, Jaune would be too submissive, and Sun was...
Sun was complicated.
"Uh, Blake?" Blake was torn away from her thoughts by a single dainty hand passing through her vision. She turned to Ruby, who shared with Weiss a concerned expression. "You're not going to kill anyone, are you?"
"What?" Blake's gaze returned to Yang in the dancing crowd. The energetic blonde was now dancing between two guys, dragging her hands all over them. It actually would have been sexy if those men weren't touching her so sensually. Because of them the only effect it had on Blake was anger, jealousy, all intermittent with that familiar sense of doubt. "No. Of course not."
"I was joking, Ruby." Weiss pointed out to her with a flat stare. "You'd think that you'd be able to tell by now." She reached up to flip her hair over her shoulder with no meager amount of grace. Ruby giggled, her broad smile melting even the ice queen's heart. Then like the dread that followed a grimm attack, there was a silence in their banter. A part of Blake recognized that her friends expected her to intervene. She wasn't sure if her inaction was a testament to her trust in Yang, or if it was just proof that she had no backbone. Maybe that was the real reason she was so uncomfortable with dominating.
No, even then her lack of initiative was his influence.
Despite how obvious their thoughts were, or maybe because of that, Ruby and Weiss stayed quiet. They nursed their drinks and purposefully avoided broaching the subject with their faunus friend. Blake suspected that was an indication of her relationship growing dysfunctional. As much as she hated to think of it, the last time they had avoided something regarding Yang...well, Blake was at fault then too. Luckily she didn't have time to dwell on bitter memories, as the very girl who brightened her life was walking back over with a bright smile on her face. She was obviously tipsy, maybe on the cusp of being drunk but not quite there.
"Heya sexy." Her voice was low, seductive. She sounded like sweet honey drizzled over morning toast. Yang grabbed the bar counter more for stability than anything else, and leaned into Blake, grinning devilishly. "Hey, Kitten, I hear pussies like to be stroked."
"That was horrendous." Blake groaned and turned away, ignoring the heat under her cheeks. It wasn't the terrible cat pun, or the sexual innuendo; those were typical of Yang when she was drunk. It was the nickname that caused her to pause, as it was notably the most sexual thing about the comment. It was the nickname Yang used whenever they had sex and with that small utterance Blake found herself recalling the different times it had been used. Hence the flushed cheeks.
"What do you say you and I ditch these nerds and have some fun?" Yang suggested with a vague gesture towards Ruby and Weiss, who currently seemed to be trying very hard to ignore the two. Blake gasped as Yang's hand glided up her thigh, teasing at the edge of her shorts. She lifted herself on toes to reach Blake's ear, and she made a mental note of how cute it was to see Yang struggling to mitigate a height difference. "I feel like fucking you against the wall." The words sent a strong shiver down Blake's spine.
"Gross." Ruby gagged from beside Blake. "Go be horny somewhere else. Some people are trying to unwind." Yang rolled her eyes before sending her sister a genuine look of annoyance. Ruby had interrupted a moment many times before, but not a single time had Yang been upset about it. It was an indication to Blake that there was something more, something unsaid, behind Yang's darkened eyes.
"This is a public area, in case you've forgotten." Weiss pitched in with her nose angled upwards; reflexive Schnee snobbery. A rare occurrence nowadays, but not difficult to pry out of her. She noticed herself a second later and lowered her head bashfully, now deciding to retreat from the conversation. Probably a good call; Blake doubted Yang would be as forgiving with Weiss as she was with Ruby.
"Listen, just..." Yang stammered and quickly abandoned that particular attempt. Her frustrated sigh caught more attention than she had likely intended. Now all three of them were concerned. "I need to talk to you." Blake wasn't sure she had even heard her correctly, as the music was rapidly drowning her out as she lowered her voice. Still, she could see the worry in Yang's eyes, past the red seeping in like a bandage over a wound. That was probably a more accurate simile than she was entirely comfortable with.
Blake took Yang's hand and let herself be dragged through the crowd, towards the bathrooms on the other side. It wasn't entirely private, but at the very least they'd be able to hear each other without shouting. Blake paid no attention to the people that shoved her around, intentional or not, as she was far too enraptured by the head of hectic golden hair that was guiding her through a sea of silhouettes. Nobody bumped into Yang, for the same reason that nobody camped in a forest fire. They could see the distress from a mile away, and everyone noticed a brilliant fire blazing in a dark place such as this. It was times like these that reminded Blake just how lucky she was that Yang was hers.
That didn't sound right at all. Yang wasn't so much hers as she was Yang's. She had admitted years ago that as terrified as she was of trusting the wrong person, she knew that Yang could never be wrong. She'd give her heart and soul for this girl; though, an arm and a leg would be more appropriate for them. Call it interest on Yang's heroics. Blake never could live up to her example. It was almost too cliche to even think, but Blake would gladly die for this woman. A morbid thought, but sometimes morbid fit them best.
"I'm sorry I acted the way I did." Yang started apologizing as soon as they were inside the ladies' room, before Blake could even ask what was wrong. She had a feeling she knew the answer already. "I know you didn't say anything, but you don't have to. I noticed you staring; you had that wrinkle on your forehead whenever you're annoyed." Yang explained herself, gesturing as she spoke as though that made her words more succinct. Blake was wrong before; it seemed that Yang was almost entirely sober. She wouldn't have noticed otherwise.
"So what are you apologizing for? Calling me Kitten at the bar?" Blake figured the act was a touch petty, passive aggressive, but in all honesty she was just relieved that Yang had noticed. She still wanted to make sure she noticed the right thing.
"Ah, no...but I suppose that was pushing it." Yang's hand was at her neck on instinct and Blake for a split second wondered if she had ever caught a hair in those metal digits of hers. She sighed heavily, finally prepared to come clean, only to freeze up again when a stranger walked in. They seemed confused, but ultimately ignored them and continued on with their own life. "I..." A switch had been flipped and now Yang didn't seem nervous, but scared.
"Yang," A single syllable and lilac eyes were locked onto her, revealing all the emotions she would have concealed better had she been sober. It was getting harder to tell where she was exactly. "Just talk." It was the best advice Blake could give her. Once Yang started blabbering it was hard to stop her before too much came out.
"Right. Those...guys, from before." Yang wasn't usually so awkward with expressing herself. It was like the verbal equivalent of Jaune tripping over the bike racks back at Beacon. "They, uh...well, they were all over me. You saw." Yang paused and Blake nodded, under the impression that she had paused for some sort of response. Another noise of frustration. "Am I making any sense?"
"I'm not sure. Are you apologizing or trying to make me jealous?" Blake asked it with an amused inflection, though the question itself was entirely serious and demanded a proper answer.
"That's the thing, see? I wasn't trying to make you jealous." Yang's expression brightened as though everything suddenly snapped into place. "It's a club, you know? You grind on strangers at clubs, that's how it works!" She paused, now aware of how Blake must have felt. Unimportant and discarded, like a piece of old furniture on the curb. Why keep your old couch complete with seat indents when you can get a fancy new leather one, crisp and clean? "It sounds stupid, but I didn't think there was anything sexual about it." An eyebrow raised in question.
"You do now?" There was a small warning in that question, as though the wrong answer might be followed by shouting.
"In hindsight, yes. I understand why you're upset." Blake doubted that, but Yang was welcome to guess. Closest answer earns a consolation prize. "I would be upset too if I saw some random guys swarming you. I don't think I'd just sit by and watch, though." Well, when phrased like that it sounded like Blake had done something wrong.
"I doubt you understand." One of her feline ears twitched, though the only reason she noticed was because Yang had first. "I used to think I wasn't good enough for you, I think to some extent that's still true, but when I see guys with their hands on you, strangers who are getting too close to places only I can touch, I can't help but wonder why you'd even bother...not..." Goodness golly that was a tangent filled with too many insecurities for a public bathroom. She wiped away tears in her eyes, too focused on the following words to notice the shock in Yang's eyes.
"You...You seriously think I would...?" Yang swallowed the words, too scared that saying them might lead down a slippery slope. Suddenly Blake was pulled into her arms, enveloped by warm security that still comforted her immediately. "Blake, I love you, so much, and I would never even consider..." She hesitated on the words again, avoiding them as if they were poison to speak. "You're the only one for me, Blake. And yeah, I might get a certain hankering for some dogs now and then, but if anyone is going to pound me senseless, it's you, Blake." There were too many puns in that sentence for it to hurt. The funniest part was that Blake wasn't sure Yang had even noticed it. That was gratifying in itself.
"Such a sweet talker." It was said sarcastically, but was possibly the most genuine thing she had said this entire time. She pulled back from Yang only enough to relish her silly grin. There was something about her smile that erased all of Blake's doubts in an instant. Like a cold lemonade on a summer's day. There was as much relief in that single smile as finally leaving the White Fang. One of them required much less effort on her part; thank the gods for that. "Still," One of her fingers trailed absently over sunkissed skin, evidence of too many plunging necklines. "I don't exactly have the equipment for that." Their eyes met and Yang's amusement turned into devilish delight.
"Well, everyone has flaws." Her hands glided through raven hair as if specifically evolved for it. Or designed, in righty's case. "Fortunately for you, there's this neat invention called a strap-on." Her teasing grin was only met with feigned annoyance from Blake's side. The amusement in Yang's eyes faded and Blake wondered if her hesitance towards the idea was really so obvious. "You...don't have to be in charge, if that still makes you uncomfortable."
Yes, Yang Xiao-Long had seen right through her.
"I just figured after our tryst in the woods that-" Yang was silenced by a finger pressed against her lips.
"First of all; that was revenge, for calling me an animal." Blake clarified, reminding Yang of the mistake. As hot as it was in the moment, it had been more than a bit degrading. Though, Blake supposed that was the point. "Second of all; tryst? Really?" Perhaps the disbelief in her voice was what made Yang crack up, or maybe the use of the word itself. Maybe a bit of both.
"What? That word fits perfectly!" Her giggles were ultimately infectious and Blake wondered for a moment why she had been upset at all earlier. Handsy strangers didn't matter to her when she was the one who received looks like the one Yang gave her now. "And if that was revenge then I think a few baddies from our academy days got the raw end of the deal." Sad almost, how that comment only made Blake think back to a less fulfilling relationship.
"Jokes aside; do you honestly not mind that I'm...usually not comfortable dominating you?" The question was filled with hesitance and fidgety hands. Yang rolled her eyes in response, which admittedly was something that Blake should have been expecting. Of course Yang wouldn't think it was a problem. She was infinitely accepting of Blake's flaws. Almost questionably so.
"Of course I don't mind." A soft kiss on her forehead reminded Blake how soft Yang's lips were, as if she hadn't memorized them by now. "If something makes you uncomfortable then I'm not going to push. That wouldn't be right." How considerate of her. Still, that's not what Blake had meant.
"Yang, you're adorable, but forget me for just a minute." Blake kissed her, even though that probably made her request much more difficult. "On a scale of one to ten, how hot would it be if I took you up on your earlier suggestion." Yang glanced around, taking note that they were lucky enough to be alone for longer than ten seconds. At some point Blake had stopped paying attention to the door opening and closing.
"You mean covering your ass in straps and fucking me so hard we break the bed?" Goodness, the way she said that alone made Blake want to go out and buy one right that very second. "I'd say a nine. Add the way you spanked me last time and you can make it a ten." Blake shuddered, the sensation of Yang's hungry eyes, smile, voice, hungry everything, cruising through every nerve in her body.
"That's what matters to me. Not my silly insecurities." Their lips met again, hungrier this time of course. Blake felt like she could drown in those lips. She probably had at some point. "Gosh, a ten though?" Her breath was heavy, indicative of her heightened arousal and general awe she felt in Yang's arms.
"With spanking." Yang was happy to remind her. "I gotta admit, having you be rough with me for...possibly the first time in years..." A pause, purposeful or not, had Blake leaning closer. "It was refreshing. And hot. Very hot." Yang laughed and lifted her hand to demonstrate. "Like, if I was this close to coming," her fingers were hardly an inch away from each other. "Then the smacks brought me this close." And those familiar fingers were now only a few centimeters away. She made her point quite vividly.
"Then I'll try." Blake promised her, and Yang's brilliant smile returned in full force. They hugged again and Blake felt the warmth of confidence that only Yang seemed to bring out in her. Suddenly it occurred to Blake that their conversation had rapidly turned away from the true purpose of the encounter. She pulled away, playfully tapping Yang's nose as she spoke. "And the next time you feel like dancing with someone you'll come grab me, right?"
"Of course." Yang agreed without hesitation, kissing Blake's forehead once more. "Even if you have no sense of rhythm." Blake scoffed and insincerely smacked her shoulder. Yang only laughed, hanging onto Blake as they walked out back into the crowded club. Their friends were happy to see everything resolved and a round of drinks was requested, courtesy of Weiss.
It was amazing how almost ten years ago Ruby was setting off dust on Beacon grounds, Weiss was scolding her, and Blake was almost eager for the chance to demean Weiss purely because of her name. It was a petty victory for an insecure faunus, and Blake was happy that Weiss had befriended her in spite of everything. Now these three were family and Blake knew they would continue to be for a long time.
