"Here's the plan," Weiss said, dragging Blake by her arm. "You're going to come to work with me, because I have important things I need you to do," she checked her phone and sighed at the number of unread emails.

"Important things?" Blake asked.

Weiss punched the button for the elevator and nodded solemnly. "Important things," she pulled her phone up again. "We're finally going to put that art degree of yours to good use," Weiss smiled, a little more than wry.

"Wait, what?"

Weiss tapped out an email as the elevator slowly made its way up. "My photographer for the CFVY spring shoot is out sick, so I'm going to defer to your expertise instead of hiring a freelance or a temp on such short notice."

"Oh," Blake said. She had already made plans. Today was her day off, so it was automatically 'stay-at-home-read-a-book' day. As was every other day off she had. It was also what she did on the days she had work too. If books were alcohol, Blake would have a serious drinking problem. Lucky for her, it was impossible to have a reading problem, and she dared anybody to oppose her on that. Though, she didn't mind this idea much. She would probably be restless at home. She'd already been kept up half the night with the thought of her date. With Yang. Her date that she was going on with Yang. Blake wasn't sure hearts could sigh, but she was pretty sure that was what hers just did.

"Okay," Blake said.

"You'll be paid, of course," Weiss cast a sideways glance at her.

"That would be nice, yes," Blake nodded, already more receptive to the day ahead of her.

So that's how Weiss and Blake spent the day. Working.

And Blake found it a bit more refreshing than the bookstore. Hectic, yes. She could certainly see how it could be stressful. But also satisfying. She adjusted the focus on the camera, looking through the viewfinder to the pretty little mug of one Velvet Scarletina, who was beaming at her old colleague, who she supposed was now her new colleague.

"I'm just filling in for the regular photographer, Velv," Blake rolled her eyes, hidden as it was behind the camera. Velvet scoffed.

"You're getting paid, aren't you?" Velvet asked. "Better than what the bookstore pays?"

Blake tilted her head in a non-committal shrug as she clicked the camera and examined how the photo turned out.

"And you'd be using your degree. And we all already know you're good at this," Velvet shrugged innocently. "I dunno, seems like a pretty good job," she said breezily.

"Hush, stay still," Blake waved her off. Velvet raised good points, but Blake could think about all that later. Later.

Later, Jaune decided as he put the little box of files in his new little cubicle. He was truly moving on up in the world. His little promotion still meant he had to get coffee for people though. But Jaune decided to just count his blessings. He had three and one quarter walls, and a laptop, and he could decorate his little cubicle with whatever he wanted. Currently, there was only a picture of a thumbs up emoji he had printed off the internet taped to the wall. It was very motivational.

Jaune left, filling up paper cups with coffee. He made his rounds with the tray of coffee, passing it out to the usual suspects. May, Ren, Bolin, Blake-

Blake. As in Blake Belladonna. The girl he vaguely sort of knew by association. She was almost famous around these parts ever since the Christmas party, and he knew that she and Yang had a thing and she was somehow taking photos of the new CFVY spring line already.

"Blake?" Jaune called out, a little more than hesitant. They'd never been really formally introduced. He knew Yang, and he'd met Ruby once or twice before, and Weiss- well, he wasn't going to go anywhere near Weiss. "Uh, hi. I'm- it's me- I'm Jaune," he fumbled over his words, hoping he sounded more charming than stupid, which was essentially his life story anyway.

Blake stilled for a moment before a glimmer of recognition hit her. "Oh. Hi," she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, glancing from him to Velvet, who was sitting and waiting patiently, because she was a saint like that. Blake quirked her head towards the camera, motioning for him to come forward. She leaned back into the camera, and Velvet got back into pose.

"What are you doing here?" Blake asked as the flash went off.

"Oh, I uh work here. I've sort of been working here for almost a year, actually," Jaune laughed, a little more than awkwardly. "What are you doing here should be the question. And it is. My question. So, uh, what are you doing here?"

Blake shrugged a little bit. "Regular guy was out sick; Weiss needed a photographer," she leaned away, turning to face Jaune with a curious look on her face. "Though I am now curious why she asked me to do it. Wouldn't you be more qualified for this than I am?" Blake asked. Now it was Jaune's turn to shrug.

"Oh, you know how it is. Gotta work your way up the totem pole and all that. I mostly just organize files and get coffee for everyone."

Blake furrowed her brows a little bit. "Well," she paused, considering for a moment. "Well, here. Do you want to give this a shot?"

Jaune blanched. "Oh, uh, yeah. Yes, yeah, absolutely. I'd love to."

Blake stepped away, and Jaune stepped up to the camera. Oh, he had not imagine that this was how he would get this opportunity. But he took it anyway, because this seemed like the first step of some grand plan coming together for him.

The first step of Yang's grand plan was coming together very nicely. Of course, Weiss had felt more than a little obligated to help her carry it out. She was happy for the pair, and it did come with the added bonus of potentially hiring Blake and giving her a nicer job than clerking at a quiet old bookstore. Overall, the plan looked to be a win-win situation for everybody involved. It made Weiss a little more than wary. Plans like this didn't come along often, and when they did, it went belly-up more often than not. Call her a pessimist, but Murphy and his stupid law had trumped her life more than a few times.

Just this once, though...

Weiss sighed, shaking her head to dispel all Yang/Blake related thoughts, choosing instead to focus on the emails and emails she had yet to reply to, plus going over the shoot that Blake had manned.

It looked great. In fact, it looked pretty fantastic, even before it was sent for editing. It only solidified Weiss' notion of hiring Blake. She hummed. Maybe the plan would work out after all. And maybe without a hitch, either. God help her, a woman could dream, couldn't she?

Knock, knock.

"Come in,Weiss called out absentmindedly, looking over the top of her laptop once the door opened. May looked at her through eye obscured by her pink hair. Somehow her glare of vague annoyance was still conveyed through the obscured line of sight.

"A Blake Belladonna here for you ma'am?" May asked, her voice just a touch sassier than it needed to be. God bless her, May knew how much Weiss liked being left alone to do her work.

"Let her in, May. Thank you," Weiss smiled at her assistant, who only raised both brows before disappearing behind the doors. In walked Blake, who had an amused look on her face.

"You have an assistant. That never even crossed my mind that you would have an assistant," Blake said. Weiss quirked a brow.

"I would never get any work done if May didn't haul all the ruffians out of my office," she replied, dainty and haughty as you please. Blake scoffed, and Weiss smiled. "So, how are you liking work so far?"

"It's... good. It's fun," Blake tilted her head slightly, considering her thoughts.

"I'm glad you feel that way. I just got the photos you sent me- they're looking very good," Weiss pulled up the photos on her laptop. Blake remained silent, rounding around the table to look at her screen. She raised her brows. The photos were good.

"These are good photos. Too bad I didn't take most of them," Blake shrugged. Weiss spun around in her chair, giving Blake the most quizzical of quizzical looks. If her poise and elegance didn't allow her from doing so, Weiss would have gone 'Say what now?'

"I took Velvet's shots, but I... delegated the rest of the photos," Blake said.

"Delegated?"

"Yes. Jaune took them. I didn't know he worked here. You remember Jaune right?"

"Oh," Weiss said, then went back to browsing through the photos. "What does he do here?"

"Mostly gets coffee," Blake leaned into the windowsill looking as cool as she ever was. "You should look into him. Give him a proper job."

"Right," Weiss said, still a little stunned. She remembered Jaune being the slightly more than nervous boyfriend of Pyrrha. Blonde and tall and lanky. And apparently a very good photographer.

"I'm going to finish up the rest of the set with Jaune," Blake pushed off the wall. "Then you and I are going to have a little talk about why I'm actually here."

She walked out the office, closing the door gently and leaving Weiss confounded. That was unexpected.

Yang had pretty much expected this.

Ruby had put on finger-less gloves, and had put a cap on, which she had put an emphasis on turning backwards, with a determined little look on her face. Yang decided at once that she had gotten her baby sister watching too much TV when they were younger.

"Let's get going!" Ruby pointed a triumphant, cloth-free finger into the air. Yang rolled her eyes.

"Lose the gloves and the vest, then we can go," she said, before wheeling past Ruby and her disappointed sigh.

Ruby- sans gloves and vest, and Yang- sans fully functioning legs, then made their way to the nearest Walmart, equipped only with Weiss' credit card, a list of items they needed, and a determination to make love work.

Ruby wheeled Yang along, who wheeled a cart along, down through the aisles as the pair picked out groceries and ingredients that were absolutely essential for the night Yang had planned for Blake. She only hoped Weiss was able to occupy the lovely lady for the whole day. The pair had only just left for Weiss' work. Ruby and Yang had to work quick if this plan was to work.

"Ruby, quick, get the swirly kind of pasta! No, the swirly one!" Yang pointed up at a shelf that was out of her reach. Honestly, Ruby could barely even reach it too. But Ruby had the added advantage of the ability to defy gravity for a brief moment and jump. After knocking a few bags of pasta off the shelf, Ruby finally nabbed the swirly pasta, flicking it into the cart with a little swoosh sound effect she made with her mouth, before combat rolling over to Yang and pushing the party train along the aisle, feeling thoroughly cool and not at all like a major dork.

"Objective complete! Move into vector quadrant Alpha-Roger-Roger B-42 Flibbidy Floobidy!" Ruby wheeled the party train into the baking goods aisle, making absurd hang motions and eyeing each corner as if checking for enemies.

Then Sun Wukong was in front of them, and then Sun Wukong doubled over and fell on the ground because they had both ran the cart into Sun Wukong at full force.

Oh. Sun was here.

Yang almost deflated. Ruby should have checked her corners for enemies more thoroughly.

"Oooohhhhmigosh!" Ruby started panicking as Sun lay on the floor groaning. She rushed over, kneeling down and examining him. "Oh my gosh Sun, are you okay? Sun, can- can you hear me?"

Faintly, in a whispered and very pained voice, Sun spoke. "My... nuts..."

"Oh," Ruby said.

"Ohohohoh," Yang tried to stifle her laughter. She cleared her throat. "Oh," she said.

"Just... gimme a minute..." Sun waved a limp hand at the both of them. Yang looked at Sun's prone form, then looked to the list, then looked back and Ruby. Time was ticking. The clock wasn't going to stop for any casualty. Especially not Blake's ex-boyfriend. Yang took more than a little childish pleasure in emphasizing the 'ex' part in her mind.

She sighed internally then. This wasn't going to work.

"Ruby," Yang said, then handed her the list. The sacred list. "Go get the rest of the stuff," she said, handing over the cart to Ruby. She gave her sister a quizzical little look that Yang took to mean 'Are you sure?'. She nodded once, and Ruby left, leaving Yang just alone with a very injured Sun. Oh boy.

"Easy there, Sun. Can you stand up?" Yang offered him her hand. Sun groaned, then groaned a little bit more before accepting the hand, and getting on his feet a little unsteadily.

"Okay. Okay, I'm good. I'm good," he said, more in reassurance to himself than anything else. "Oh jeez, I'm really sorry, man, I really didn't see you there."

Yang blanched. Why was he apologizing? What kind of moron was this moron?

"Hey, no, I'm sorry. We crashed into your... bits. Really, that was our bad," Yang wrung her hands, clearing her throat. "Are you okay? Do you need- I mean, we could get... ice?"

Sun shook his head, vehement. "No, no. No. I'm good, really. I- we don't have to get any ice," he straightened himself up with a little effort, shaking himself a little bit. "Anyway, uh. Sorry. Again."

The pair were silent for a while. It was awkward. It was very awkward. Yang cleared her throat again.

"So, how's the," Sun gestured vaguely to Yang's lower half.

"Oh!" Yang realized after a moment of silence that he meant her legs, and the wheelchair she was in, and not... other parts of her. "Oh, right. It's been going good. I've been making progress," Yang patter her knee once. "Not so bad."

"That's great, I'm really happy for you!" Sun said, and the funniest thing was, Yang couldn't detect a hint of sarcasm, or maliciousness in his voice. He seemed genuinely happy that Yang was slowly regaining use of her legs.

"How are you? What are you doing at a Walmart on a Saturday afternoon?" Yang asked, a bit more at ease now, funnily enough.

"Oh, you know. Neptune sent me out on a grocery run. He's been sick and needy all week. Apparently now he wants chicken soup and Oreos. So I'm getting chicken soup and Oreos," he shrugged. Yang stifled her laughter at the thought of Sun being at the blue-haired model's beck and call all week, like an old married couple. It was adorable. Sun offered nothing more than a sheepish smile and an accepting shrug. This was his life.

"That's really sweet of you. How long have you two been together now?" Yang asked, her smile bordering on genuine now.

"Oh, about a decade. The sex stopped a long time ago, but the love never fades," Sun grinned wide. "How about you? Why are you and Ruby out here too?"

Yang paused for a moment, considering the person before her. She hesitated. Could she tell him? Would it be weird? She started panicking.

"We're just... buying some stuff. For, y'know, a sleepover party. Dinner party. Dinner date."

Sun blinked.

"Date. I'm having a date with Blake," Yang said finally, her mouth too fast for her brain to catch up with. In the Rose-Xiao Long household, that was called 'pulling a Ruby', and it was universally frowned about. Yet now, here she was, foot planted firmly in mouth. Oh boy.

"Oh," Sun said. "Oh!" Sun said again. Then, in a split second, where Yang's mind almost kicked into overdrive as her hand twitched to the wheels of her chair, ready to back up, Sun smiled. "You're actually- that's great! You're finally going out with her!"

What.

"What?" Yang asked.

"What?" Sun blanched.

"What?" Yang asked again. Sun kept silent this time. "You- you're happy about this? How are you happy about this?"

"Oh," Sun paused for a moment, then shrugged, and easy, lighthearted motion. "I mean- Blake's happy with you. She loves you. Not to say that she wasn't happy with me. At least, I hope she was happy with me. But it's different," Sun took a breath, collecting his thoughts. "Blake loves you. Really loves you. And she's going to love you for the rest of her life. Nothing I can do about that, but I'm happy that she's happy."

"She told you that?" Yang asked after a little silence. Sun smiled.

"She didn't have to."

Yang sat there in something like shock for a moment. Blake loved her. That was a doozey of a thought. She supposed she knew that on some level. It was just so... surreal to hear it, right here and now. Not as a rejection. Not as an apology. Just an admission. It would have been better coming from Blake herself, but Yang thought that maybe this was for the best. This way she could control herself, and not just burst into flames in front of Blake.

"I'm going to let you get back to it," Sun smiled, motioning his head as Ruby came back with a cart piled with more stuff than she was sure was necessary. Blake definitely wasn't a huge fan of a 20 pack sleeve of Oreos. "Good luck, guys," Sun walked off, a slight limp in his gait from the injuries he sustained in his line of work. Oh, the things he did for the ones he loved. Neptune had better remember this when he needed a favour.

"You all right there, sis?" Ruby asked over the top of the cart. Yang nodded mutely, looked at Ruby, then sighed.

"I don't remember 'giant cookie' being a part of the list," Yang wheeled over to the chart, picking it up. It was absurdly big. It was probably half of Ruby's volume in chocolate chip alone. "Jeez, they really sell everything here, huh?"

"Yup," Ruby replied, chipper as she donned on another pair of finger-less gloves and a vest, this time adorned with Pikachus in bright ugly yellow.

Yang sighed again. "Whatever. It's Weiss' card. This is falling on you," Yang shook her head. Ruby paused.

"Probably not the best idea, huh," she said forlornly as she took the vest and gloves off.

"Probably not the best idea, no," Yang replied.

"It seems like a bad idea," Blake said, shutting the passenger door and buckling her seat belt. They had spent their whole day at work. At Weiss' work, more specifically. And Blake had worked with Jaune the whole day, who had surprised her with just how talented and knowledgeable he was about photography, modelling and this whole industry in general. Once he had gotten into his stride, the whole nervous boy exterior had melted, and Jaune turned into this confident, formidable photographer. Blake could see what Pyrrha saw in him.

"What seems like a bad idea?" Weiss asked, backing out of her parking spot.

"This. Whatever it is that Yang has put you up to," Blake gestured vaguely around them. "It seems like a bad idea."

Weiss quirked a brow, pulling the car out of the parking lot. "I honestly don't know which one of Yang's bad ideas you're talking about," Weiss admitted.

"Whichever one Yang's put you up to recently. You've distracted me the whole day by getting me to do your dirty work," Blake shot Weiss a look, who promptly ignored it, choosing instead to focus on the road. Car safety was no joke, kids.

"So you've been doing work all day. I'd say that's a good use of your time," Weiss shrugged, deflecting like a pro.

"Don't deflect," Blake pointed a finger at Weiss' face, who batted it away quickly.

"I'm just trying to get to the topic that you seem to be deflecting off of," Weiss shot back, quick on the draw. Blake scowled at her.

"I'm not deflecting anything," she said pointedly.

"So, will you or won't you work for me?"

Blake paused.

"Let's just drive to the loft in silence," she said, after more than a moment's consideration. Weiss gave a satisfied little smirk, smug as could be, as they drove home.

"You know," Weiss said as they pulled into the parking lot of the loft. "Yang may have some harebrained schemes sometimes, but I would trust her on this one," she parked the car, then gave Blake a knowing little look. "After all, it's something very dear to her."

"What is?" Blake asked.

"You," Weiss replied.

They took the elevator up to the loft in anticipatory silence. Blake ran through the various scenarios in her mind of what Yang had cooked up. She parsed through Weiss' cryptic comments and what that would mean, guessing as to what they would find in the loft.

Weiss knocked twice on the door. "We're here!" she called out. At once there was a rustling and shuffling behind the door, before it stopped. Then it opened up.

The lights were dim, and there was a small table in the center of the loft, lit with candles and with a little rose sitting in a bottle atop it. A very fancy looking Ruby Rose, complete with suit vest, penciled-in pencil mustache, and with a towel draped over her arm, cleared her throat, bowing slightly.

"Welcome, Miss Belladonna, we've been expecting you!" She bowed again, with a little more flourish this time. "Please, take a seat. The Madam will be with you shortly."

Blake turned to look at Weiss, who simply urged her along into the loft.

Blake walked in and sat in the chair. Ruby and Weiss retreated into the kitchen area, and she could hear their hushed, excited whispers. Mostly Ruby's hushed, excited whispers and Weiss' shushes. A single light illuminated the end of the hallway, and Blake sat there in numbed silence. This was what Yang had planned? In the space of a day? Blake feared for the future. If this was what Yang could achieve while wheelchair bound, there was no telling what the ability to walk would let her do.

Speak of the devil, and a beautiful woman in a wheelchair appeared in the hallway. She stopped in the middle of the light in the hallway, and Blake's breath hitched at the sight of her. Somehow, wearing the clothes she would normally wear, sitting in the wheelchair she'd sat in for the past few months, in the hallway of the loft they had lived in forever, Yang looked gorgeous.

Yang wheeled her way forward. "Heya, Blake," she smiled, coming to stop opposite her. "You look beautiful today," Yang said, without the barest hint of irony. Blake's heart could melt.

"Yang," Blake smiled in a natural reaction to the blonde woman. "You did all of this?"

"Well, as much as I could," Yang shrugged, looking around as if it were no big deal. "Ruby did a lot of the heavy lifting. I provided moral support. Don't look out at the balcony, by the way," she huffed a laugh. "We couldn't exactly lug all the furniture downstairs," Yang paused, hesitation marring the expression on her face. "Do you like it?"

"Of course I love it, but... why?" Blake shook her head in disbelief.

"Is that really a question?" Yang took a look around the loft, an airy little smile on her face. "It's for you," she said, looking into Blake's eyes. And that was all the answer Yang needed. It made Blake dizzy, just the thought of it.

"I love it," Blake said again, after a period of silence. Yang laughed, relieved.

"Good," she bit her lip. "'Cause it would have been a bitch to lug all the furniture back."

Blake laughed. "Poor Ruby," she said, looking back at the two figures standing in the kitchen.

Yang motioned with her hand, and Ruby came out of the shadows, a wine bottle and two glasses in hand. She gently placed each glass and poured the wine in. To her immense satisfaction and surprise, she managed it perfectly with no spills. She gave a little yes! to Weiss as she retreated back into the kitchen, who only rolled her eyes.

Yang lifted her glass at Blake. "Cheers, Blake. To tonight," Yang said.

"To us," Blake replied, and damned if her heart didn't warm at the sight of Yang smiling like an idiot. She giggled into her wine glass, just as Yang did.

The waitress came back out again, this time with Schnee heiress in tow, with two plates of spaghetti. Ruby bowed as she put the plate down. "Bon appetit, madame," she laid on the french accent thick. Weiss rolled her eyes again, though the smile was still present on her face.

"Thank you, waitress," Blake said to Ruby, giggling.

"Mucho gracias," she said, then paused. Then she turned around and walked away. Weiss sighed as Yang and Blake broke out into laughter.

"They're cute," Ruby sighed, resting her chin on the kitchen counter as she watched Blake and Yang conversing, both having a good time on their date. She was glad Blake had liked the whole thing. Her back was still aching a little from pulling the couch into the balcony. From the looks of it Blake really liked it. Definitely a score for Yang. That made her happy: to just watch it all starting to work out between the both of them. They certainly deserved it, after all. After everything they'd been through. It'd be a huge, terrible shame if it didn't work out. And Ruby would have pulled her back out for nothing.

"I'm happy for them," Weiss said, draping an arm around her and pulling her in close. Ruby settled into Weiss' side.

"I think we were cuter, though," Ruby noted. Weiss considered for a moment, then nodded.

"Yes, we were," she agreed. Ruby smiled.

There was a silence as they both kept watching.

"It'll work this time," Ruby said. It was an unasked question, and an answer that Ruby needed to hear. Weiss sighed, placing a kiss on Ruby's temple and resting her head there.

"It'll work this time," Weiss said. Ruby shut her eyes and nodded. Then she turned to her girlfriend.

"We should leave them alone," she jerked her head a little to the couple behind them. Then Ruby leaned in closer. "Besides, I haven't seen you all day. We've got some romancing to do ourselves."

The pair silently retreated into Weiss' room, smiling.

"I feel like I should apologize," Yang sighed, biting her lip. Blake narrowed her eyes, now a little bit suspicious.

"Apologize for what? What did you do?"

Yang laughed, shaking her head. "No, no. I mean I should apologize for... this," Yang gestured to her body, sitting in a wheelchair.

Blake waved her off, rolling her eyes. "You don't have to apologize-"

"I do," Yang interrupted, putting a hand up. "I really do. It was selfish of me to go ahead and get myself hurt like that just because I couldn't deal with how I felt," Yang rested her hands in her lap, sighing. "It isn't fair to you, or to anybody. I'm sorry."

"Yang, it wasn't fair of me to..." Blake paused, searching for her words. "Just deny how I feel. I ran away from all of it, just like you. Only I don't have dangerous connections to dangerous people... anymore," Blake shrugged, smiling slightly. "It was my fault as much as it was yours. I should be the one apologizing to you."

There was a silence.

"I guess we can just both say that we're both fuck-ups," Yang said finally. Blake laughed.

"I guess we can," she grabbed her glass, raising it up. "To us fucking up. It led to this, so it couldn't have been all bad."

Yang smiled. "You're right. I'd do it over and over again if it meant that I got you in the end. To us fucking up."

The smile that showed straight white teeth, the lilac eyes that made her feel impossibly bigger and smaller than she could ever be. Blake was thoroughly, insanely, stupidly in love with this woman. She could never imagine denying it. It was an absolute truth, if not an inevitability. Blake wanted nothing more than to wrap herself around Yang at that moment, and hold her and never let go. It was a long, twisty road to get here, and Blake wanted the moment to never leave. She wanted to stay in it, and stay with her, for as long as she could. God, Yang made her heart ache. She didn't think it was even possible to feel like this for someone.

"Yang," Blake said, a hitch in her throat. She got up out of her chair, crossing over the Yang. Slowly, gingerly, she lowered herself, resting on Yang's lap. Yang's hands automatically came to rest at her hips, and she wrapper her own hands around Yang's neck. There was almost no distance between them, and Yang could see clearly into Blake's golden eyes. She was sure Blake had a better view of her in this low lighting than she did, but those golden orbs were hard to miss. In fact, it was almost all Yang could see. It was everything Yang wanted to see. She felt safe in those eyes. She felt at home.

"I love you," Blake said, and now tears had begun to pool in her eyes. It made Yang stagger, it made her heart falter. She felt impossibly high, and she felt so deeply rooted in this woman. Blake brought them closer, leaning her head against Yang's. In a quick moment, Yang's mind flashed back to the day they had almost kissed. She remembered the feeling. How electric it felt, like a sudden jolt through her body. She was leaning down and Blake was leaning up and god, god, the moment was almost perfect, like she could just capture it and store it away forever, just that image and that feeling.

Only she wouldn't have bothered, because this moment, this moment that was happening, that was about to happen, was ten times as better. It was a supernova about to go off. Yang didn't have enough presence of mind to savour the moment, and feel it happening. All that happened was that Yang acted on her thoughts, her most basic instincts, and leaned in.

She captured Blake's mouth in her own.

Goodness, they could have died right there.

Yang couldn't imagine something more perfect that this.

Blake couldn't imagine how she could have lived her life without experiencing this.

Yang wiped away Blake's tears with the pad of her thumb. They laughed. Then they kissed some more.

It was a night to remember.

Blake kissed Yang deeper, and very soon, the both of them were gasping for air. Blake had suddenly found her legs on either side of Yang, and that Yang's hands were traveling from her hips. Blake moaned.

"Your room," she gasped when they pulled away. She giggled as Yang wheeled back as fast as she could down the hall, still focused on trying to kiss Blake as much as she could, and trying to feel Blake in every spot she could.

The next few hours were a haze. An enjoyable, extremely satisfying haze.

But Blake woke up the next morning, and the first thing she thought was that there was no doubt that she wanted to spend the rest of her life like this. Well, not necessarily exactly like this, though Blake couldn't complain, humming a little in contentment as she kissed Yang's bare back, snaking a hand around her waist under the sheets. They snuggled in closer to each other, sighing.

Happy. That's what they were. They were finally happy.

And that's all folks, only not really because there's still an epilogue! Stay tuned.