Chapter 14
A/N: If by any chance Barbara Dunkelman and/or Arryn Zech read my story... Well, I'm gonna faint. I know Barbara has fun reading Bumblebee Fanfiction from time to time, and if you are reading this right now, know that I love you. I love your work, love the fact that you're Canadian like myself and I just love you. Arryn, if you are reading this, I'm sorry, for I have trouble grasping Blake's character. Also, I love you too. Tell Lindsay and Kara I love them, tell the whole Rooster Teeth community, I love them. I introduced RWBY to my friends and they instantly fell in love. So when Monty died, well, we were all very sad and depressed. I hope you are all well, and have recovered from his passing, remembering him in our hearts, is what I strive for. We have lost an idol, an inspiration, for some, a friend and partner. We were all affected. May that wonderful man rest in peace. Give his wife and family our condolences, on behalf of the whole Fanfiction and RWBY fandoms, and from myself.
Alright the long awaited chapter 14! YAYZ! Thank you to all who reviewed/followed/faved! Big, BIG thank you to HellsShipwright who wrote the lemon for the story! You are wonderful/amazing/awesome!
"Blake.. I.. I think.. We.. We need to talk.."
Blake was still cowering backwards, trying to escape. Even though this was Yang, with what she had just discovered, her instincts told her to run.
"Blake.. Please.. I just want to talk.. I.. I did.. Something. Something that I am not proud of. Blake please listen.. I'm not gonna hurt you.."
"Yang, what is that? Why do you have that?"
Yang sighed and sat down next to Blake, the latter had moved further away, making the blonde sigh again. Yang reached over and grabbed the case, staring deeply at it's contents.
"These are weapons given to me by mother. Ember Celica. She fought in the war with these and together, they saved lives. They also took just as many.. I promised mom that I would only use them for good. To defend the innocent.. and I did, but I also had to make a sacrifice. I had to sacrifice my promise to never.. never take a life. Blake.."
Yang turned to look at Blake, Lilac and Amber stared each other down. Emotions flew between them.
"I.. I killed a man.. Blake. I-I took a life and went against my mother's wishes but I wanted to protect.. protect something dear to me.."
Blake felt a click in her brain as the pieces pulled together. That's why she hadn't been attacked again..
"Blake.. I killed Adam."
Blake had killed many, most she had tried to forget but they still haunted her. She knew what Yang was going through. The soul crushing guilt that scars a person for life. She felt some of her tension ease, Yang had started sobbing and that was enough for Blake to snap out of her horrified expression. She took the blonde in her arms, surprising both of them.
"Yang.. it's.. it's okay.. shhhh calm down.."
It wasn't okay. Even throughout all the torture, Adam was still Adam deep down. The same Adam that she had loved and had been loved back by. He was still her first love. His betrayal had struck her, but she hoped that eventually this crazy mad man would leave and return him to his true self, but faith was cruel. This must have be what relatives and friends of her victimes had felt, the pain and sadness. But perhaps this was the only to save Adam, to release him from himself and his crazed frenzy. Blake held a sobbing Yang as tight as she could. It dawned upon her that Yang was now just like her, and would have to live with bloody hands. Rocking the blonde back and forth didn't calm either of them down, nor did kissing the top of her head. Blake remembered that Yang loved her singing.
Earth shakes, Hurricanes, Mountains crumble, you remain.
You are my rock, You are my shield.
Yang had stopped shaking, if only just a little.
Diamond shine, Ecstasy, Shooting star, next to me
You are my fortune, You are my fame.
The sobs ceased.
You take me to the bottom of the ocean.
You take me to the depths of your beautiful eyes.
Yang looked up and Blake the opposite.
I'm on top of the world, flying, flying, flying.
Oh oh oh oh oooh, Top of the world, I'm on top the world.
Yeah.
Ruby and Weiss where one room above. Having heard the pair arrive caused the redhead to fetch a glass and hold it to the floor, trying to listen in on her sister and the black haired singer. She was immediately slapped on the head, courtesy of Wiess, for invading one's privacy, stating that they want their privacy as much as they do. Dragging the redhead back to their bed was the only way for Weiss to stop Ruby from stalking her sister. Yang was supposed to stalk Ruby, not the other way around, that's weird. She had already grown accustomed to the Blonde peeping from their window, how she got there was beyond Weiss, as she would close the blinds, lock every movable thing up and down and set up her security system. Yang had gotten a taste of what pepper spray is the first night the system was installed, as she had foolishly tried to come in by the air duct. But for Ruby to be stalking Yang.. Actually... It was kinda hot. Images of Ruby wearing a sexy detective outfit, magnifying glass in ine hand and handcuffs in the other...
"Weiss, you are under arrest for being too sexy. I'm gonna have to confiscate your clothing for inspection and make a thorough body examination for any dangerous substances. You will be cuffed, and sent to the bedroom for sterilization.."
Drool was dribbling from her lips as the images kept becoming more vivid. Ruby had the same look, but cookies were what was invading her mind. Or maybe more like Weiss dressed as a cookie.
"Come taste my chocolate chips Ruby.. They will melt in your mouth.. Come on Ruby.. make this cookie crumble.."
"Blake.. I-I'm so s-s-s-sorry.."
She pulled herself out of Blake's grasp.
"You must hate me now.."
It was below a whisper, barely audible for human ears, but Blake's cat ears picked it up as clear as if she had yelled it in her face. And it broke her heart.
"Yang.. You know just as well that I've.. Killed.. A lot of people.. Adam must have done triple that.. It's only.. Fair.. No matter how much it hurts me, I still feel as though this was the only way to save him.. I couldn't bring myself to do it.. After all, he was my first love.. But I don't hate you Yang.. Please don't think that.. I love you.."
Yang's heart had been demolished when Blake had said that it hurt her. She had hurt Blake. She had cause Blake harm. She was responsible. She had broken her promise. She brought her hand up to her mouth and bit her palm as hard as she could, drawing blood. Blake gasped in surprise.
"Yang! What are you doing?"
When Yang looked up at Blake, her pupils were red. She let go of her hand and stared at it.
"I broke my promise Blake.. I promised I wouldn't ever let you get hurt again... And even worst.. I'm the one who did it.. I hurt you.. And it hurts me.."
Blake took Yang's hand and inspected it.
"Yang.. You did protect me.. You have freed me from my past with him. And I owe you my life.. Yang please don't ever hurt yourself again.."
Yang sighed.
"I.. Promise."
Blake, having lead Yang to the bathroom by her uninjured hand, silently prepared for what medical procedure she would use. Yang sat on the edge of the tub, she felt horrible. She had hurt Blake. She would happily beat beat Adam to death over and over, but she would also beat herself up because she caused her pain too. Yang was fidgeting in place.
"Stop fretting."
Came the calm voice of the young woman, followed by a light tap on her head as a first aid box came down. Looking up, her lilac eyes still swam with tears, the pain and sorrow in them fresh and apparent; Blake simply looked down, a single tear streaking down her cheek as she did her best to remain calm and collected, even though inside her heart was in turmoil. Adam had been freed from his pain, she had been freed from him, she was free to do as she pleased for the first time in so long. With that in mind, she proceeded to look after her love, disinfecting the bite with alcohol and electing a hiss at the same time. Yang, despite the hiss, remained still throughout as the amber eyed young woman dressed her wound, her actions and knowledge showing she had done this many times before. It was at that moment she noticed it; a scar under the white shirt she still wore, just peaking out from under the collar and running slightly up her neck, one of the many Blake adorned on her body. She had just finished tying the knot in the bandage when Yang reached out, her uninjured hand slid around the singers neck cooly resting on her collarbone. Leaning forward the boxer pressed her lips to the scar, drawing a sound that was part gasp, part moan from her girlfriend.
"Yang."
Blake whispered, her amber eyes wide as the boxer pulled away, body trembling from the deeply intimate contact.
"I love you."
Yang whispered in response, descending once more to place her lips on the scar, gently tracing the old wound down to the edge of her collar. Taking her lovers hands, now having finished dressing up her own self inflicted wound, she repeated the caress on each mark she could see, desperate to prove how she felt about the singer. Shadow dark hair covered Blake's eyes as she watched, expression unreadable as her love traced every scar, every mark, every damaged piece of her visible body. Eventually tracing her lips up a shallow shoulder wound, Yang ran her tongue around what appeared to be an old burn mark, but none of that bothered her, it was Blake after all. Looking up, she saw a small tear tracing its way down the young woman's face, but before she could question it said woman leaned down and pressed her lips against Yang's.
"I love you too."
Came the whisper before Blake stood up, pulling Yang by her uninjured hand and leading her into the bedroom. Turning the buxom woman around she bade her to sit on the bed, while she turned and locked her door. The sun was beginning to set, so after switching on her light, the dark woman strode to the window to pull the curtains to, turning and facing her lover, chest heaving. Was she ready? She was ready. Yang meanwhile, had been watching with bated breath, wondering what her girlfriend was up to. The look of surprise on her face when Blake pulled her shirt over her head was something to be admired.
"You did not reach all of them. Yang I want to know, that you accept these scars and all the pain that comes with it. I need you."
Blake mumbled this while looking quite abashed, not having revealed herself to Yang with this in mind. Her lace bra, barely doing a good job of keeping her bust constrained, followed soon after, tumbling to the ground and revealing the amber eyed woman bare torso. Scars, stretching across the expanse of her skin, did not detract from the pale beauty that was Blake Belladonna.
The Faunus, now confident that the rising flush in Yang's face was from arousal, strode over, more confident than she had been for a good number of years. Seating herself in Yang's lap and laying her arms on muscled shoulders, her pale boobs were up close and personal with the Boxers increasingly red face, something she was unused to.
"Where is that arrogance I find so attractive?"
Blake teased, a very cat like smirk appearing on her face as she swayed slightly, the motion doing very interesting things to her chest. The question seemed to jolt Yang out of whatever trance she had been in, running her hands up a scarred waist until she cupped the firm globes, drawing a low purr from her lover, lips tracing each scar on her body as she did so.
"I think."
Yang began, pulling away but still kneading the flesh gently, drawing increasingly louder purrs and moans from her singer.
"I need to explore more than just your top half."
Taking the hint, Blake stood, tugging Yang up with her as she did. Together, they undressed each other, hands wandering and exploring as they did so, content in the knowledge that one loved the other. As they went on, Yang traced the other scars she discovered on her lower body. Some bite marks that didn't seem to go away, slash and stab marks, rashes, irritated skin, burns. She lovingly embraced them all, they made Blake. Though, they may not be the most happy scars with wonderful memories behind them, they were still a part of her that she accepted. By the time their clothes had been discarded completely, both women were very wet, hot and fuelled by an animalistic desire for their lover. Taking the lead, Yang sank to her knees before Blake, the Faunus remaining standing but making sure to spread her legs slightly to allow room for the boxer to work her magic tongue. Lolling her head back, she stood as the buxom blonde serviced her, that skilful tongue exploring and finding out just how to make her shake and gasp. Yang meanwhile had moved her own hand between her legs, getting off on the pleasure she was bringing her beloved kitten. This carried on for sometime until Blake could stand it no longer, climaxing with a hushed scream, her boxers name on her lips. Looking up at the glazed, lusty eyes of the kitten, the blonde merely licked her lips.
"I took care of your 'kitty', how about you take care of mine?"
Groaning, partially from the pun and partially from how erotic the suggestion was, Blake took a second to catch her breath, leaning down and placing a kiss on Yang's lips, tasting herself as she did so. With a strength neither girl realised she had, the singer pinned the buxom blonde onto the bed, pressing heated kisses on her neck, moving her way down. Reaching down, she found the core to be heated and wet, but still very sensitive, Yang had not finished in time for Blake to cum. Sliding two finger into her lover, she pumped them in and out repeatedly, scissoring the fingers as she did so to maximise the sensation. The blonde meanwhile, hand to muffle her moans with her uninjured hand, almost letting out a scream when Blake began sucking on one of her heavy boobs, the nub hard and sensitive to the touch. With an audible pop, the Faunus pulled away from the mound, pausing in her treatment of the other to comment.
"Don't hide Yang, I want to hear you."
With her piece said the singer attacked her other boob, her free hand playing with her own kitty while she serviced the fiery boxer.
Yang, having already been aroused from what she had done to her lover, soon reached her own peak, a resounding scream signalling she had forcefully cum. Feeling a moment of pride, Blake crawled back up to Yangs lips, taking the two fingers she had coated and licking them slowly, sensually in front of lilac eyes. A flash of blonde hair later and she was pinned on her back, a knee spreading her legs gently, while a halo of golden locks grinned toothily down at her.
"Round 2 babe."
They continued that way for some time, orgasm after breathtaking orgasm mounting on each other, until they were so lost in their pleasure that all sense of time vanished from their minds. It was only when the sun was rising the next morning that they stopped, the singer cuddled up into the boxers heavy chest, using the mounds as a pillow.
"I love you."
Blake whispered, falling asleep even as she said those words, although that did not make them ring any less true. Muscled arms tightened around her, the chest she was resting on slowly rising and falling, a steady heartbeat echoing in both sets of her ears.
"I love you too."
Came the sleepy reply, the words honest and true. Both singer and boxer fell asleep, content in the knowledge that they were with someone they loved, and that they would protect each other to the end of their lives.
Ruby and Weiss laid on their bed with Zweii in the middle. Having heard screams from below, they moved to their bedroom to finish what they had started, only to once again be interrupted. The little fury k9 decided that he was sleeping, in between them, now. Weiss, being so protective about him, stopped their.. activity.. early. Making for a hot and bothered redhead with a tail repeatedly smacking her in the face and a cuddling heiress and doggy duo next to her.
"Now you get a taste of what you did to me last time. Isn't that right Zweii~Y?"
"Woof!"
Grumble, grumble.