Sorry again for the long gap. I've been kinda distracted.
Anyway, enjoy :)
As the semester wore on, and the Vytal festival drew ever nearer, students were being given extra time off class in order to prepare for the tournament.
It was the intention of Beacon's faculty that this time be used wisely, either to train or to study for the end-of-year exams. It was also the intention of the student body that this time be used wisely, however, the definition of "wisely" differed greatly between teacher and student...
"Weiss and I are heading into town!" Ruby called to her teammates as she pulled the heiress out the door. "We'll see you guys later!"
Blake yelled back. "Wait! Shouldn't you be...training, or something?" Her question trailed off as the two were already out of earshot, and she sighed, leaning back against her headboard.
"Aww, let them go Blakey. It's not often that they get some time alone, how else are they finally gonna figure out their relationship?" Yang's voice rang out from where she had just exited the washroom, and Blake glanced over at her girlfriend, jaw dropping ever so slightly.
Yang Xiao Long strutted across the room, clad in nothing but a black lace bra and matching panties. She giggled slightly as she jumped into Blake's lap, straddling her hips and giving the Faunus an excellent view of her...assets.
"See something you like, kitten?" Her eyes flickered teasingly as she deliberately pushed her breasts closer to Blake's face.
The Faunus's face lit up like a cherry, but she managed to overcome temptation, even when Yang yanked her chin up and forced her tongue into Blake's mouth. She tastes like toothpaste.
Blake pulled away and flashed a mischievous grim up at her girlfriend. "Come on blondie, we have to train." She made to extract herself from Yang's clutches, noticing the telltale pout on the blonde's face.
"Aww, but Blakey." She whined. "Ruby and Weiss don't have to, so why do we? I wanna spend some time with you too, ya know..."
Blake rolled her eyes. "You said it yourself: They still need time to figure themselves out, whereas I think it's pretty clear where we stand." She shot Yang another sly smirk. "And besides," her voice dropped, "when we're finished, there'll be plenty of time to spend together."
Yang sighed dramatically. "Fine kitten, you win. But I expect to be re-payed in full later." She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, and Blake giggled.
"Don't worry about that, I expect you will be. But you might want to worry about the fact that you've got no clothes on. Can't be training in nothing but your skin." Though, I certainly wouldn't mind if she did. Blake smirked to herself.
In the blink of an eye, Yang had changed into her combat gear a grabbed Blake by the wrist. "Come on kitten," she shouted as she dragged the Faunus out the door. "Let's work that Bellabooty!"
They entered one of Beacon's many gyms to find it completely empty, confirming that they were the only ones who were actually using the time off for its intended purpose. Oh well, Blake thought, more room for us I suppose.
She began stretching out her arm and leg muscles, as the last thing she wanted was to injure herself before the tournament even began. Not to mention we still haven't heard from Qrow, and I've got no idea how much longer he might be.
"Hey Blake, I wanna try something." Yang's voice came from behind her, and she turned to find her partner standing in the middle of a large empty space, clearly meant for sparring. "Come here kitty-cat." She beckoned Blake over.
"What are you doing Yang?" The Faunus's eyes were wary. Knowing Yang, there was no limit to the number of embarrassing or potentially sexual situations she could soon find herself in, but she relented and approached the blonde and gave her an expectant look. "Well?"
Yang's eyes flashed, the blonde clearly quite proud of herself for whatever it was she had thought of. "I want you to attack me."
"You what?" Blake wasn't particularly shocked, but this hadn't been quite what she'd expected. "Why would I do that?" Yang sighed and dropped into her fighting stance, feet set, legs tensed, gauntlets up and at the ready.
"Just...I want to test something okay? Trust me."
Blake shrugged and drew Gambol Shroud, not noticing how Yang's eyes flicked knowingly to the blade in her partner's hands. She readied herself, and lunged, slashing at Yang with her sword.
Yang however, was ready for this, and instead of parrying or dodging Blake's attack, she went straight for Gambol Shroud, disarming the Faunus with a punch to her wrist, then catching the weapon and spinning out of reach. "Now what, kitten?" Yang smirked at the look on Blake's face. One of shock, but also one of frustration. She was beginning to understand the point of this exercise.
Blake lunged once more, aiming a fist for Yang's arm – she wanted her weapon back in hand as quickly as possible – but Yang shook her head as she easily blocked Blake's punch, countering and bringing her fist towards Blake's face. Yang stopped before she'd made contact, but Blake was certain that she'd have been floored in a real fight.
Yang laughed as she skipped away. "I think we've found your weakness Blakey." She teased as she waved Gambol Shroud in front of her. "What now that you've lost your weapon?"
Blake growled slightly, as Yang was beginning to aggravate her. She thinks I'm helpless without it huh? Unlikely. "If you really believe that I need Gambol to beat you, you better think again blondie!"
She set her feet and charged at Yang, who easily ducked out of the way of Blake's wild right hook and grabbed her arm as it passed by, throwing the Faunus across the room. "You sure about that Blakey? Doesn't look like it from here." The teasing lilt left her voice, and she threw Gambol back to her partner. Now deathly serious, she spoke.
"Blake, I'm not saying that I think you're helpless without Gambol, but you can't deny that you rely heavily on it in combat. What happens if you lose your weapon in the field? You think the White Fang is gonna go easy on you just cause you're unarmed? You need to be able to defend yourself properly without it." She walked up to Blake and grabbed her shoulders, staring into the Faunus's eyes. "I won't let you get hurt because of your own stubbornness Blake. Not again."
Blake gazed into Yang's deep violet orbs, and her heart melted at the loving sincerity that she saw there. She nodded. "I know, you're probably right Yang. I can't depend on Gambol for everything, and I guess it never hurts to be careful." She wrapped her arms around Yang's neck and kissed her softly, touched by the concern that Yang never failed to show for her. "Learn from the best right?" She whispered against her partner's lips.
"Oh, you little flatterer. I wouldn't say I'm the best," Blake cocked an eyebrow, and Yang smirked as her hands found Blake's ass. "But I'm pretty damn close."
Blake rolled her eyes. "Just teach me how to punch people blondie."
Yang giggled and gave Blake a final squeeze before breaking away and scanning Blake's stance. "First of all, your feet are all wrong..."
The forty-five minutes that followed encompassed one of the hardest training sessions Blake had ever experienced. Yang had worked her hard from the get-go, staring with the punching bag to work on technique, then eventually graduating to sparring matches.
To her credit, Blake had caught on very quickly, being the elite fighter that she was, and was soon able to give Yang a run for her money. However her stamina was not what the blonde's was, and Yang always managed to outlast her girlfriend.
"Alright." Blake panted. "That's enough." She was lying flat on her back, her lungs desperately pulling at the oxygen in the air.
Yang dropped to her knees beside the girl, smirking slightly as she hooked one leg over, straddling Blake's stomach. "Is kitty all tired out?" She teased as she slowly ran her hands up Blake's sides, delighting in the small quivers from the girl beneath her. "Looks like I-"
She was cut off as Blake shoved her to the side, rolling over so she was now on top of Yang, there faces mere inches apart. "What were you saying, blondie?" The look in Blake's eyes was ravenous as she examined her prey, and Yang couldn't help but shiver slightly.
"Um, I just-" She was silenced as Blake dove in and began devouring her partner's mouth. Yang wrapped her legs around Blake's back and pulled her in deeper as she slipped her tongue in between the Faunus's lips, who moaned slightly at the welcome intrusion. As long as no one walks in on us...
Blake felt Yang's hand begin to wander upward toward her bow, which might have been a welcome sensation if not for their current location. But given the circumstances, she bit hard on Yang's lip and grabbed her arm before it reached her ears. "What are you doing?" She hissed.
Yang looked at her sheepishly and whimpered. "I'm sorry kitten, I guess that I forgot where we were for a second while I was admiring your beautiful curves and incredible sexiness." She winked up at her partner.
Blake rolled her eyes and hauled Yang to her feet. "Come on blondie, you can admire my curves and my sexiness somewhere a little more private." She barely managed to finish the thought before Yang sprinted out the door, dragging the Faunus behind her.
"Well then, we best not waste any time kitty-cat. Let's go!" Blake grinned.
So much for being tired.
They reached the door to their room in no time flat, and as they entered the dorm, Blake immediately shed her clothing and walked into the bathroom, feeling Yang's eyes following her.
"Where do you think you're going, kitten?" Yang asked, her voice having dropped an octave at the sight of Blake's exposed body.
"I've got to take a shower Yang, I'm all sweaty and gross." She turned around and shot Yang a suggestive look. "You're welcome to join me if you'd like..."
Now it was Yang's turn to blush.
"...It was soooo cool! They had a big light show out over the water, every colour you could imagine..." Ruby's voice was extra high-pitched as she recounted her and Weiss's expedition into Vale. "And there was a huge jet of water that suddenly shot out into the sea, all lit up, and that was when we..." She trailed off and shot Weiss an embarrassed look, one that was immediately returned by the heiress. Clearly, neither girl wanted to be the one to describe what had happened next.
Luckily for them, Yang took the initiative. "We get it, that was when you guys made out. Geez, just get a room already!" She was having way too much fun with this, and Blake spoke before the mockery could continue.
"It seems celebrations for the festival have begun early this year. The tournament doesn't start for several weeks." Weiss shrugged.
"Can you blame people for wanting to have a good time? Ever since Mountain Glen, it's been one catastrophe after another. It has to end sometime right?" Weiss spoke as if she knew the answer to her question, but didn't like what it was.
They all knew that the White Fang wouldn't stop until they got what they wanted, and it was up to them to prevent that.
It was Yang – of course – who eventually broke the strained silence. "So you guys planning on actually training tomorrow, or just more makeout sessions?"
"YANG!"
As darkness descended over Beacon, a man sat alone in his office, high above the school, a mug of coffee in his hand as he examined a datapad. Weary eyes surveyed row upon row of reports and test results, and no matter the subject matter or the source, everything seemed to point in one direction: War was coming, and there was nothing anyone could do to stop it anymore.
He sighed and set the pad down on his desk. I suppose peace can only last for so long, before someone inevitably decides that it is no longer good enough for them...He spun his chair around and gazed out over the school. And it's my students who will be forced to pay the price, this time.
His attention was pulled to a pinging noise coming from the datapad behind him, and grabbing it, he saw that there was one new message available.
Qrow:
Better get your team ready, Oz.
The old headmaster read and re-read the message, bowing his head slightly and closing his eyes.
It seems that they might have to pay the price sooner than even I anticipated.
He resumed his watch over the school, its students blissfully unaware of the peril that four of their classmates might find themselves in over the coming days.
He took another sip of coffee.
So that was mostly fluff, but as you can tell, shit will be kicking back up very very soon. Just bear with me :D
Also, last chapter was the first one that some people seemed to take genuine issue with (unnecessary smut, OoC Blake, etc.) and I'm sorry if you felt that way. You probably know that I take everything that everyone has to say into consideration, and I understand where some people are coming from on that particular topic. That said, it was a lot of fun to write.
Anyway, hope you liked it, and as always don't hesitate to let me know what you thought of it.
Peace out.