Work It, Work It

The whole space was nothing more then flashing lights and blaring music. It was a huge show, models pounding the walkway, heels clapping against the floor with fabrics flowing in the air. It was one of the main reasons why Blake had wanted to become a fashion photographer.

Though when she met Yang, it was quickly moved to second.

The way Yang walked down that stage had her mouth watering, she was all hips and attitude with a smirk that had viewers melting at her feet. She was like a goddess on stage, her hair catching the light like golden silk while her curves made the eyes travel down the length of her body.

The girl was walking lust up on that stage, and it made the faunus shiver knowing that she was all hers.

So, naturally, when the show was over, Blake was claiming her prize and she was claiming it good. She had to endure three whole days of torture for the older faunus. She panted over the shots she had taken of her girlfriend, slaved over them until she was able to develop every single strand of glowing hair, show the brightness of that sassy sparkle in her eyes, see how her body moved frame by frame by frame.

A soft moan broke Blake of her thoughts, making her purr as she sucked the tender flesh of Yang's throat a little harder, making the model squirm under her. Normally the roles would be reversed, but after seeing Yang in those clothes, those form fitting clothes that hugged her just right well- there was no stopping Blake now.

She was the hunter and Yang was her prey. It was only nature running its course, just like how her hands snaked their way around the blonde's midriff, how her fingers dipped into the slight forms of abs there.

A strong hand grabbed hard at the clothes on her back, the owner of the limb letting out a shuddering sound of air, a release of tension. It was then Blake could feel how badly Yang was shaking, how bad she had worked the model up.

And she still had so much higher to reach too.

Blake smirked as her fingers teasing went lower, nails scraping against the taunt skin of her girlfriend's stomach, all the way down to her hips, then her inner thighs, and finally back up to tease her navel. "Such a sweet sound coming from such a spicy girl." She teased her eyes feral and dilated.

It was the only words spoken then, other then soft pants and begs of her name. It was all silent tugs of clothing, of hair, of lips. They were nothing more then animals, enjoying the others touch, their bodies, and the dance they were swinging to was one that was slow and teasing, of gentle touches that worked them higher and higher until they could only cry out and tremble.

It was a long night, full of such dances and displays of affection, and neither one of them could simply get enough.

Blake had awoken first, naturally since Yang was famous for sleeping in without Ruby's morning cries for breakfast, so she did what she always does in the mornings and made some coffee. It wouldn't be too very long until she would have to wake up Yang and she'd need some energy for that.

Of course, seeing the blonde stagger into the small living room of the rented room gave the faunus rather nice surprise. "Yang? What are you doing up?"

The model groggily poured herself a mug of coffee and slumped down into the old sofa of the room and sighed. "Oh...I just...have a lot on my mind, you know." Taking a long sip of her morning beverage, Yang sighed once more. "I just hope Weiss was able to look after Ruby okay."

"Is that what's on your mind?" Blake asked, her eyes traveling up and down the blonde's body, lips twitching into a smirk every time she ran across a hickey.

"I told you what the doctor said, didn't I? He said she damn well nearly broke her ankle and any further stress might snap it! Weiss is a spoiled brat at times and Ruby is a hyperactive runner. It isn't a good combination if you ask me...also, I don't want her hands all over my baby sis."

Blake gave the other a chuckle before she shook her head. "I'm sure Weiss has far more control over herself then that, Yang."

"I'm sorry, but have you seen the way she's been zoning out on Ruby's ass? I thought I saw her drooling once!" Yang fought back. "Face it, that girl is so frustrated and you know it!"

"That doesn't mean she's going to force herself upon Ruby like an animal!" Blake defended. "And Ruby has a say in that relationship too, maybe Ruby would be the one to make a move first, hm?"

"Alright, let's make a deal. I bet Weiss will creak first, and you bet on Ruby. Winner gets twenty bucks!"

"Deal."

It took them a few hours, but the couple had made it back home, sneaking in to find Weiss and Ruby snuggling on the couch, watching tv, or rather, Weiss watching the news and Ruby snoring as she napped on the heiress' lap.

"About time you two got here. You're two hours late." Weiss scolded, her gaze never leaving the screen. "Did you send the pictures in for Ren to look at?"

"Uhhhh...no?" Yang answered, shock that Weiss had noticed them.

"Then why are you two so late? Time is money, and I'm not made of it, you know." Weiss huffed as she turned her gaze to them. "What were you two doing that caused you two to be so late?"

"Uhhh...not having sex in Blake's sexy sports car?" Yang said, rubbing the back of her neck, her cheeks showing a light dusting of a blush.

Weiss growled as she slapped her palm against her forehead. "You two...are late...because you were fucking in the back of a car?"

"...See, when you say it, it sounds so bad." Yang chuckled, looking at Blake for support but found the older woman suddenly super shy and mumbling under her breath.

"Don't talk to me." Weiss said, holding up her hand to block their view of her face. "Just...go email those shoots to Ren and go do something for the company."

"You know, if you were to let us shoot a porno..."

"GET OUT!"

Giggling like the children they were, Blake and Yang rushed out of the penthouse and into the elevator. They were still giggling, still holding hands and nuzzling close as they rode the machine down. It was only until they got to Blake's apartment that they parted and took a breath to stop their laughter.

It was only then did they look into each others eyes and kiss.

"I love you, Blake." Yang whispered, her voice breathless as they pulled apart from the lip lock.

"I love you too, Yang." Blake answered back, her eyes shining with joy and mirth.

The two parted for the night, Yang going back into Weiss' room to gather her sleeping sister, and Blake into her own room to feed and care for her lazy cat, who was at the door begging and whining for her attention.

A/N: Hey everyone! Here's a chapter dedicated to you Bumblebee fans! XD Yes, the first part of this is a smut, but I hope I did it in a way that wasn't too...uhm...descriptive? So I don't step on anyone's toes and all. Anyway, here you guys go and I hope you enjoy!