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This chapter just . . . It just happened, okay!?

I started typing and then . . . talking about dancing and before I knew it . . .GAH.

*Deep breath*

If this chapter has no errors . . . I'm going to just walk away and start writing dance scenes only.

I blew through this chapter. You don't understand. TWO HOURS it took me. ONLY TWO HOURS, and that's with me listening to music, eating dinner and reading about the effects of catnip.

What? You didn't think I did research? Bitch, please!

So . . . ummm . . .

I think I realized how much I imagine the swaying hips of the Bellabooty . . . I'm ashamed of myself.

. . . Just . . . Just review before I commit seppuku or what the fuck.

I'm taking a nap . . . I STILL WANT REVIEWS ON MY LAST CHAPTER. I ONLY GOT THREE, FUCK YOU GUYS.

. . . Grapest, I'm waiting for you too . . . little fucker

POV: YANG XIAO LONG

Chapter 14 - The Plucked Nightshade's Glow

"I'll be awake. I promise."

I can't help but smile cheek to cheek even though I've just been hung up on. When the image of Weiss' contact photo disappears it leaves me with the website that I just bought the ticket from. Tonight Blake's favorite series,Ninja's of Love comes out with a new volume, and only those that have a ticket can get into the store to both buy it and meet the author. The ticket was a hefty price, but thanks to Weiss it barely put a dent in my funds for the night. I hope she knows I am far more than serious about giving her a kiss. She just made my night by helping me make Blake's night!

"Okay okay . . . it's. . ." I check the upper right-hand corner of my scroll to see what time it is. It's only 11:30 and I can easily make it to the bookstore in ten minutes or less, but if I want to take my time with getting Blake out of the club, as well as maybe take a little scenic route along the seaside then perhaps leaving now wouldn't hurt.

I'm currently standing outside the large door of the club. Junior's men already are in the process of placing in a new one. I guess with my last visit he decided to buy more than one spare . . . or he's had his door blown open more than twice.

As I walk towards the mini-construction area I look as two men are trying to tilt the door upright so they can hinge it properly. At the moment they have the skinniest end of the door on the floor. They only need to tilt it and stand it vertically since it looks like they lined it up properly. I decide to offer my help and within seconds I have the large frame upright and in place for a few screws to get put in place, then without a word I enter the club to find my Kitty Cat and the Twins.

I walk to the barstool I've been favoring for the night. The loud music and strobing lights are a great party-started and really hype up the dancers . . . especially Blake who's been keeping my eyes all over her since the moment she stepped on the dance floor.

(Flashback - half an hour ago)

I always knew Blake must have a special sway to her hips when she dances just by seeing her walk, but the way she's been working the Bellabooty makes me realize that her walk is only a fraction of her sexy. Her eye shadow? Don't even get me started on how good it looks at night.

Seeing her on the floor with Melanie had me and Miltia watching in awe. Melanie of course knew how to sway her body in a way that had her clothing lifting to the point of exposing underneath her skirt but never quite reaching, and the more confident of the twins seemed to know it as well.

Blake on the other hand had more of a sensual sway to her. A lot of her motions ended with a slight slowdown that let her hair settle before she began her next string of motions. I could feel her amber eyes pierce the strobing darkness and gaze right through me when she found time to look in my direction. However . . . that was only during the first two songs she danced to.

On the third song my leg jerked up, making Miltia bounce on my lap when I saw Blake take a possessive hold of Melanie's hips and pull the twin towards her. It was definitely an unorganized motion based on how Melanie jerked back at first, but soon they both settled into a rhythm that I found myself gawking at. Blake's eyes were focused on her dance partner, her hands were wandering the slender hips and back without the worry or concern of touching somewhere Melanie would deem inappropriate. When I was able to tear my eyes away from the sight I began talking to Miltia about how everything's been, but the twin in red would only divert my eyes back to see that Blake was holding a palmful of Mel's rear . . . and there was no visual signs of her being against it.

". . . Is it bad I find that hot?" I said to Miltia, but she never humored me with a response.

Dancers around them began to make room, letting the two have as much room as they wanted to keep themselves and their viewers entertained. Normally I'd be bothered by so many eyes on her . . . but even I couldn't pry my eyes away from what was going on. Blake was showing a new side of her . . . a side I never knew she had . . . at least in public.

Soon my ears drowned out the music, only letting the heavy thumbs of the bass remind me that there is actually music in the club. Every twirl, every shake, every seductive side-glare in my direction . . . I became a deer in the headlights . . . but I wanted to badly for that car to hit me. I wanted those eyes to get brighter, to come closer until I faint from how strong their glare was. That was when Miltia snapped me out of it.

"Y-Yang . . . y-your hand." She whispered to me.

My attention immediately turned to my left hand that was absently caressing Miltia's rear, which isn't a bad thing at all. However, my hand was underneath her skirt . . . and underneath the clothing she had under them, leaving me fondling bare flesh. That was when I excused myself and left Miltia to go dance with Blake, although my secondary request was for her to make sure nobody else joins in.

(Present)

Now I'm back on my stool, watching her graceful motions as she switches between facing Miltia and facing Melanie. She's been carefree tonight and I love it. I can only hope that she can stay like this forever. I love the way she smiles, and seeing her with such an elated look on her face while she breaks a sweat is a blessing to me.

"Lose your girl to the Twins, Blondie?" The deep, raspy voice of Junior catches my attention. When I turn towards him he already has my Strawberry Sunrise refilled and seems to be enjoying the sight of the twins dancing with Blake.

"Yeah, well . . . they're skinnier than me." I joke, earning a shared chuckle from the two of us. "Where have you been by the way?"

"Serving tables . . . If you haven't noticed you've been monopolizing my waitresses." Junior says before he starts to walk away. I decide to watch him walk off, seeing him grabbing a trey off of the counter with several cups in it. As he walks he starts handing off glasses to his henchman and directing them where to bring them so he doesn't have to make too many trips around the club.

When I turn my eyes back to the dancefloor, Blake, Miltia and Melanie are all walking towards me. Miltia to Blake's left, Blake in the center, and Melanie on her right.

"Well . . . that was fun." Blake says very nonchalantly. "I don't think I did too bad."

With her second sentence all three of us glare at her.

" 'Too bad'!?" I shout, shocked at her words. "Blake, you were-"

"You were a very . . . enticing dance partner." Melanie cuts in, sporting a blush that makes me tilt my head.

"I didn't think you could move like that. You were amazing." Miltia says while walking towards me to sit on my lap again but when she gets close enough to turn around Blake politely stops her and takes her seat on my lap instead.

A shiver erupts through my spine when Blake sits. It's one thing for her to sit with me, but the way she wiggles on me to get her rear to shift up my lap until her rear is touching my stomach drives me wild. It's not one of those 'penguin waddle' wiggles either. The only part of her that moves are her hips. They practically vibrate with their rapid motion until she finds herself comfortable.

"So . . . how'd you like it?" Blake finally asks me. She tilts her head back to lay her head on my left shoulder, staring at me absently with half-opened eyes and parted lips. The way she's panting is just too sexy, and the side-stare I'm getting makes my arms weak the longer I try to return it.

"Blake you were-" I start to say, but her right hand comes up to to my lips and stops me mid-sentence. Her eyes are so beautiful in the alternating lights of the club, but I don't get long to savor them because she closes them soon after and presses her lips to my cheek.

"I thought I was your Kitty Cat." She whispers after the peck. Her words drive a shiver through my body. They were so low on volume, yet practically hissed out. I contribute that to her being short of breath, but her tone and actions are both so arousing . . . It's so out of character for her. It's like she's under the influence of som-.

"Blake? How many White Atlesians did you have?" I ask, realizing where her sudden confidence and public display of affection both came from.

"I only had two, Yang . . . I'm not high." Blake says and glares at me. From what I can tell her eyes aren't dilated, but then again her eyes don't share the same feline features as an actual cat. I know a faunus with a predatory stare, and I've seen how her eyes change with the addition of catnip. I can't exactly take the same approach for Blake but the fact that she picked up on where my question was leading does relax me a bit.

"I gave her a refill." Melanie speaks up afterwards. "I put in two pinches and a little more kahlua to keep the catnip from tasting too strong . . . I didn't know she was a light-"

"She's not a lightweight. I'm just overprotective at times." I say before Melanie can finish her sentence. I then lower my volume and tilts my head towards Blake's silk-covered ears. "Say, how about we start heading out? I still have a couple of places to bring you."

"Oh? You planned more than just drinks and dinner? I'm impressed." Blake says in response, but the kiss on my cheek after lets me know she's only being sarcastic. Blake is quick to get off of my lap. I take the chance to look down and check how well she's balancing, seeing that she's definitely not high or drunk from the fact that her posture is perfect and there's no shuffling that indicates her being unbalanced.

"Well gals . . . time for us to get out of here. Was great seeing you Miltia, and I'm glad to see you're doing better Melanie." I announce and move to my feet.

"Come back anytime." Melanie says in her usual I'm not too fond of you attitude, although this time around she has a smile on her face.

Miltia on the other hand walks right up to me with an expectant look on her face. When I don't make a motion that look changes to a plea that softens my heart, but I still don't do anything. Out the corner of my eye I see Blake lift a leg up and lightly push-kick Miltia into my arms, making me fall back into the stool with the red twin in my arms.

I look to Blake who gives me that 'You know what I'm talking about' glare. I then turn my eyes to Melanie who sighs, then nods her head and turns away to talk with Blake.

Well shit . . .

I then look down to Miltia. The twin in red stares at me with hope. Her heavy red makeup that wings near the outer corner of her eyes helps bring out the pale green in her irises. The way she's leaning on me gives me a tempting view of her cleavage thanks to her stylish, strapless red dress. Two Strawberry Sunrises proves to be enough to have me loosen up, and the third one on the counter brings back a couple of memories that seem to be present in Miltia's mind too, especially when she takes the drink and holds it to my lips.

"To old times?" I ask her while I place my lips at the edge of the glass, letting her tilt so I can take a couple of sips before she lowers it for me to stop.

"To old times." She responds. She slowly turns the glass until the mark my lips left on the edge of the glass is now facing her. She places her lips directly over the mark while I take hold of the bottom of the glass and start to tilt it in the same manner she did for me.

I watch closely, noting every bulge in her throat when she swallows. Miltia isn't a heavy drinker . . . she's a lightweight to say the least. During each of our 'encounters' at her place we'd share a glass. I'd drink half and leave her the rest to finish in one swallow . . . She's never been able to do it.

My smile only grows wider while I watch her swallow more and more of my favorite drink, leaving me tilting the glass higher and higher until the other edge of it touches her forehead when she downs the final droplets.

I'm quick to take the glass and place it back on the counter. Her cheeks are a flush red and her breathing ragged, followed by a couple of coughs that practically give away how hard she pushed herself to do that.

To old times.

I place my right hand under Miltia's chin and extend two fingers to lift her head. The simple touch is more than enough to get her inching up to me with pursed lips and closed eyes. She's adorable . . . I threw away everything to pursue Blake and forgot just how cute Miltia is. I hope she'll forgive me for being gone so long.

When she's close enough I lean down to press my lips to hers. The moment our lips connect her arms slide up to my shoulders and tense in an attempt to pull herself up to me. I wrap my left arm around her upper back and pull her onto my lap, cradling her against me while our lips lock and tongues entwine. The sweet remnants of my drink are still on her tongue and I plan on claiming every bit of it until I'm certain there's not a trace left.

It's not long before I feel Miltia's grip weaken and her attempts to match my pace diminish. When I break away from her I look and see her eyes are closed and her cheeks are a burning red that I haven't seen in awhile. Knowing her she'll probably need to rub one out later . . . but I think I gave her a kiss that'll last a while in her memories.

I look over Miltia's head to see Blake looking my way with a smile on her face and a raised thumb that shows her approval to what just happened. Melanie on the other hand quietly walks over and helps me get Miltia off of my lap while.

"She missed you, Yang . . . Thanks." Melanie says while hugging her sister. Miltia has been deadly quiet after our kiss, but the smile on her face gives me all the words I need. She's happy . . . and she deserves to be.

"Ready?"

I raise my head to see Blake at my side with that half-smile of hers.

"Yeah. You have no idea where we're going nex-"

Before I can finish my sentence I'm tackled off of the stool with my back slamming against the corner of the bar. My head probably would have slammed against the countertop too, but Blake's forearm cushions that blow.

"Blake what the fu-" My complaint is silenced by a lip crushing kiss from my Kitty. Her left forearm remains under my head, keeping my head tilted while she practically leans against my already off-balance form that's relying on the bar counter to hold me up.

While I dominated the kiss with Miltia, Blake practically seized ownership of my mouth with this one. Her tongue swirls and moves in methods that are so alien to me, and I can't help but love it!

I drape my arms around Blake's neck, holding her to me to savor her kiss for as long as I can. I expect her to let go soon, but she never does. She starts to press harder against my lips, pushing her form against mine and further pinning me against the bar. I try to nudge her way to give me a bit of slack since the edge of the bar top is digging into my shoulders but that only makes her press harder. On top of that I can feel one of her knees brushing along my inner thigh and drifting higher.

Fuck . . . don't do that to me. Don't-!

There's no hesitation in her actions. The way I'm pinned against a bar, her knee grinding over my groin to the point of making me whimper. All of it done right after my kiss with Miltia. There's no doubt in my mind that this is a message to the twin:

"She can kiss you however she wants, but she'll always be mine. Don't overstep yourself."

That's her message to Miltia, but it's also a message to me. Well, not a message, but more of a reminder that I'm hers. Tonight's a night I'm bound to remember for years to come. I hope it's the same for her.

When Blake finally decides that she's marked her territory she pulls back abruptly with our mixed saliva bridging and connecting our tongues until she pulls far enough away for it to break away. She takes her weight off of me, making me realize my legs gave out long ago. The moment I'm no longer pinned to the bar I collapse. Not slide, not stumble, collapse onto the floor with my back against the wall of the bar. Her kiss leaves me breathless, weak, and above all: aroused.

"Come on, Yang. We have somewhere to go, right? It's already midnight."

Just how long was that kiss?

It takes me a couple of minutes to regain feeling in my legs, but the moment I do the two of us walk out and make our way to my bike. A right turn once we leave The Club, another right into the alleyway parking lot, and then one more right once we enter the parking lot to face my bike.

I start up Bumbleby and open up the seat compartment to fetch our helmets. I know for a fact that there are special helmets for faunus, and I figure getting Blake one that has kitty ears on the top wouldn't be a bad move. Those helmets are meant to make room for their faunus attributes, making it a comfortable fit and not force their ears (in Blake's case) to be pinned to their scalp. I'll probably get that while she's getting her book signed.

Blake and I both put our helmets on and climb onto Bumbleby in perfect sync. By the time my legs are off the ground and my arms are on the handlebars I don't need to wait another moment to go since Blake's arms are around me.

It's still relatively early so I turn left after leaving the parking lot and head straight for the edge of Vale. Eventually I'm forced to make a right, but that leaves us with a beautiful view of the moon. The bright fragments reflect in a million different ways off of the calm waters of the Vale coast. I'm more focused on the road, but I can feel Blake's helmet press against my back, and judging my the contours I feel, she's definitely looking at the water and enjoying the view.

It's nights like these that I love to have Bumbleby. The way she purrs and roars breaks the annoying silence and leaves me with the warm breeze on my arms, along with enjoying the blue hues of the fragmented moon. I couldn't ask for a better night to take her out.

I decide not to say a word while we ride. It's been a good night so far, and the beautiful scenery shouldn't be interrupted with words . . . at least that's what I read on one of those 'dating tips' sites. Going by the water adds an extra ten minutes to the ride, but it's all worth it. When I break off and make my next right to head away from the water and into the concrete jungle of Vale, Blake lifts her head off of my back, confirming that she was savoring the view. It's not until I spot the bookstore and come to a powersliding halt that she speaks up to find out what's going on.

"Yang? What are we doing here?" She asks, clearly familiar with the place. There doesn't seem to be a big line, but there are quite a bit of people lined up on the empty streets. The bookstore is a red, brick building that appears to be two stories high. The windows have a dark tint to them and read Tukson's Book Trade although for some reason the word Tukson is scratched off slightly and replaced with another word. The real name is The Book Trade. Above the window is a sign that reads 'Grand Release', making me certain that we're at the right spot.

I don't answer her. Instead I take off my helmet and pull out my scroll to find the email with the ticket receipt and barcode.

"I love you, Blake."