Yo! I'm heading out to enjoy the farm life for this weekend so early release!
Don't get used to it. If anything, I'll probably post late a lot like last chapter ehehe.
Enjoy!
Rating: M
Yang leans over Blake from the drivers seat in order to look out the passenger window at her little sister who is struggling to keep herself and the intoxicated woman she's supporting, on their feet.
The band mates weren't really sure what to do with the white haired woman who passed out in front of them back at the restaurant. Eventually, when they were all getting pushed out the door for closing, Ruby had been the one to suggest bringing her home. The blonde didn't particularly want someone so drunk in her car since the chances of the upholstery getting puked on would be quite high. She had voiced her opinion but Blake had looked at her with disappointment and Ruby pulled out her puppy dog eyes. Unable to go against either girl, Yang gave in and carried the unconscious stranger, princess style, to the car while Ruby grabbed the woman's purse. Ruby had gotten in the back seat with the white clad woman while the blonde and her girlfriend got in the front. After a quick search through the strangers purse, they learned her name and address.
"You got her?" Yang calls out through the window to Ruby.
The guitarist doesn't look back since focusing on not tripping over air or dropping Weiss is taking all her brain power, "I've got her. I'll see you guys at home later."
Satisfied with her answer, Yang leans back into her seat and is about to put the car in drive when Blake's hand stops her from shifting. The blonde looks to her girlfriend with a quirked eyebrow, a look the dark haired woman always finds adorable.
"Let's just wait until they get into the building." She suggests.
Yang glances out the passenger window quickly to see her sister has already made it halfway. It won't take too much longer before she's inside and probably getting help since the place looks very upscale. The blonde nods, turning her wrist to take Blake's hand in her own. Even though there isn't much light illuminating the car from the street, Yang can clearly see her loves golden amber eyes. She holds them with her lilac gaze as she lifts Blake's hand to her lips, planting a soft kiss on delicate knuckles.
"I love you." She whispers.
The breath tickling her skin makes a pleasant shiver run up Blake's spine. She grins lovingly at Yang who is all loud remarks and funny words when in public but as soon as it's just the two of them, she becomes a romantic that makes the pianist swoon every time. Unable to stop herself, Blake leans over the console separating them and uses her free hand to pull the blonde closer. Their lips meet in a sweet kiss, the dark haired girl making her feelings clear as day for Yang who hums with delight.
When the two separate, the drummer is smiling cheekily, "I really wish we weren't in the car right now."
The expression and implication behind Yang's words sends heat straight between Blake's legs. Again, she pulls her girlfriend forward, this time bringing her mouth to the blondes ear, "Then take me home." she whispers sensually.
As bad as it may sound, neither girl cared whether Ruby managed to get Weiss safely inside at this point. Eager to please, Yang gives Blake a searing kiss that ends to soon before putting the car into drive and taking off. There is a great deal of sexual tension in the vehicle on the way back to the house Yang, Blake and Ruby share together. The dark haired woman doesn't dare say a word or even glance over at the blonde, knowing full well that if their eyes met, they'd be pulled over on the side of the road getting naked in an instant.
Twenty minutes later, the car pulls into the parking lot of a medium sized bungalow in a nice suburban area or the city. Yang counts the steps to the front door as she takes them, knowing full well that the woman behind her is unable to take her eyes off of the blonde's back. The drummer reaches the front door and works on unlocking it, the key acting up like usual. She can feel Blake's heat, they're standing so close on the tiny front step. Forcing herself to focus, the door finally opens. They step inside without a word. Blake closes the door behind them, and is still facing in that direction when Yang finally turns around.
"Blake." She breathes.
The pianist slowly looks over her shoulder and their eyes meet. In an instant, all restraint is turned to dust. Blake spins and throws herself into Yang's waiting arms. She wraps her legs around the blondes waist and buries her fingers in the long, tangle locks. Their lips mash together, heated and hungry, begging for more. Yang's strong hands feel like fire on Blake's thighs as she's carried through the house, destination most likely being the bedroom. The drummer had always found her girlfriend to be light but right now she feels like a feather. She could carry her love halfway across the country like this if it meant getting them to a soft bed and privacy.
The door to the bedroom drifted shut during the day but Yang just kicks it open, glad that it hadn't closed fully. Then she'd have to take a hand off the woman in her arms. Inside the dark room, she pushes the door closed, hearing it click shut. Blake then releases the tension in her legs and slides down so her feet are on the floor, never breaking the kiss for more than a quick breath. Their hands roam over each other bodies, every few seconds touching spots of bare skin, setting it on fire.
Getting increasingly more impatient and full of need, Yang forces a hand away from her girlfriend long enough to find the light switch. They then make their way over to the queen sized bed in the middle of the room. Their lips finally break apart when the back of Blake's knees hit the mattress and they both tumble onto it. The pianist scoots back so she's fully on the bed while Yang crawls up to straddle her.
The blonde throws her hair over one shoulder and leans forward, kissing the tender skin over Blake's pulse point. The dark haired woman moans lightly, exposing more of her neck for the drummer. Yang begins to nip and then soothingly lick the skin available to her, her hands eagerly searching for each small button of Blake's vest. Once she's undone all those, she moves to unbuttoning the dress shirt underneath. Having lots of practice, she makes quick work of it and soon has her girlfriends lacy black bra and taut stomach exposed. Yang leans back, admiring the faint red marks she'd left on pale skin. Blake sits up, tugging the blonde in for another passionate kiss. Yang takes this opportunity to help her girlfriend shrug out of the unnecessary clothing, tossing the tops somewhere on the floor to be forgotten until much later.
The drummer feels the zipper of her jacket being pulled down. She growls and pushes Blake back onto the bed. The dark haired woman looks surprised until she realizes why she's been pushed away. Yang begins moving her hips around as if dancing to a tune only she can hear. The feel of the blonde's movements pressing against Blake's thighs make it hard not to reach out and claw at the other woman waist. The blonde continues to gyrate her hips as she reaches for her jackets zipper and teasingly pulls it down. The pianist bites her lip, eyes shining with barely suppressed lust as she watches her girlfriend remove the jacket before moving on to slowly lift her t-shirt. The blonde takes things a step further by also removing her bra and tossing it aside along with all the other articles of clothing. Blake groans, her self-restraint fading as she gazes up at Yang's large breasts.
Since Blake's skirt had risen up while getting comfortable on the bed, Yang reaches down and snaps a garter belt against creamy skin. The slight sting excites the pianist, a moan just barely slipping out. Enjoying the reaction, the girl on top does the same to the other strap, eliciting another quiet moan from the girl underneath her.
"Yang." Blake whimpers, "Stop teasing already."
The blonde hooks a finger in her girlfriends underwear, the other woman practically writhing, wanting more.
Yang leans up to Blake's ear and nibbles on it a moment before whispering, "But you're so cute like this. I want to enjoy it more."
No longer able to hold back, the dark haired woman digs her nails into her partners back and leaves burning red lines down its entire length. A inhuman growl bubbles up from Yang's throat as she leans back, enjoying the stinging sensation. They've been together long enough for Blake to know how to get her girlfriend riled up in an instant. Just like every other time the pianist uses this method, the drummer gets a hungry glint in her eye, making them look almost red.
In a flash, Blake has been stripped of her bra and a mixture of lips and teeth are teasing her right nipple while the other is flicked and pulled by a skilled hand. The blonde maneuvers their bodies so that both her legs are now between Blake's. The young woman gasps when Yang's free hand brushes against the wet spot on her underwear. The blonde releases Blake's nipple with an audible pop, moving to capture the girls lips once more as she finally pushes her hand beneath her girlfriends underwear. She starts working circles into the little bundle of nerves which has the pianist sighing into Yang's mouth.
"More." Blake manages to say between kisses and her own heavy breathing.
Yang complies with the request, her finger slipping into the wet folds beneath the bud. Blake moans loudly for the first time, no longer able to keep quiet. She arches her back so that she's pressed flush against the woman above her. Two fingers enter her core slowly, curving just right to hit the perfect spot.
"More, Yang. Please!" She pleads.
Another digit is added before Yang begins moving, thrusting slowly at first. She listens to the sound of her girlfriends breathing, watches the way she moves. Picks up speed when it's needed and slows down too. Blake can be very hard to get off. It takes time and effort but both those things Yang is more than willing to give. She loves seeing the woman beneath her squirm and beg.
The pianist throws her head back, her moans turning silent. Knowing that means Blake is close, the blonde goes hard and fast, wanting to give her girlfriend the release she deserves.
With a strangled cry, Blake is pushed over the edge, her orgasm hitting her hard. Her whole body tenses as she gets aftershocks so intense that she finds it hard to breathe. The blonde slows her rhythm, waiting for the girl beneath her to come back to her senses.
After a minute Blake's hand grabs Yang's wrist roughly, her amber eyes finding lilac, "Stop or I'm going to pass out."
The drummer giggles, removing her fingers slowly before rolling off of the dark haired woman. She lies on her side, watching the quick rising and falling of Blake's chest as the girl tries to catch her breath. Once her breathing is more under control, the pianist finally looks over at the patiently waiting Yang. Blake's smiles which causes the blonde to brighten and snuggle in closer, her nose pressing to her girlfriends neck and arm draping over her waist.
"Have fun?" Yang asks, her voice a bit muffled.
"Mm." Blake purrs.
The drummer tightens her hold on the pianist and when she speaks again her voice is quieter, "Good, 'cause I'm dead tired."
Blake giggles softly, "Go to sleep then silly."
Yang grumbles and then the room is silent other than the sounds of a summers night that are coming in through the open window. Blake worries that the neighbours may have heard her and curses the fact that she didn't have the mental capacity to think to close the window when they got home. Slowly she turns her head towards Yang, hoping not to nudge the dozing girl. Her heart warms at the sight of her girlfriends calm features.
Carefully, she presses her lips to Yang's forehead and murmurs, "I love you too."
There you go! That was my very first attempt at writing fan fiction styled sexiness.
I hope it wasn't too cringey.
On another note, I just wanted thank every single one of you who take the time to read, favourite, follow and of course review my work. It means the world to me and I'm pretty sure after seeing the feedback and whatnot, my smile creeps the crap out of my mother. Which is hilarious by the way. Hope you stick with me and continue to show me your support.
~TheRabbitGhoul
