A/N: Bluuuurgh
Blake was alone.
She was uncomfortable. She was frustrated, agitated. She was tense and she struggled to remain still. She was warm and hot and her hands were almost shaking uncontrollable.
Luckily, Blake was alone.
The shaking hands in question were firmly grasping the leather spine of her latest novel. 'In Chains' was the latest release by one of her favourite authors, he had an innate ability to create beautiful imagery and provocative scenes that almost, literally brought the words to life. However, this book was displaying the authors ability to use those skills for a, different, genre.
Luckily, Blake was alone.
Blake had finally reached the point in the novel in which the two main characters relationship had reached it's climax, and that was meant in more than one way. Blake hadn't known, and neither did the woman in the story, but her lover knew things. Things that made the woman cringe, things that made her moan and groan, things that made her sweat, things that made her toes curl, her back arc and undignified sounds to escape her throat. Yes indeed, he knew things.
He also knew how to tease. The last five pages may as well have been a continuous description of the poor woman teetering on, the now very fine line, between remaining aware of herself and completely being consumed by pleasure and euphoria. By the last line of the fifth page Blake had to desperately fight the urge to explode and shout into her book, "JUST GIVE IT TO HER!"
Luckily, Blake was alone.
I should stop reading. Yang should be coming back soon, I don't want her to see me.
"Watchya reading Blakey?"
I can basically hear her.
"Uh, Blake?"
"WAH!" Blake yelped and the book flew from her hands, bouncing off the underside of Yang's bed and fluttering back to her own mattress. As it so happened, Yang was actually already in the room. Standing in front of her, her gym bag slung over one shoulder, her skin gleaming from her sweat, golden locks clinging to her skin where it contacted her skin.
Blake was surprised by how much she noticed about her partner in such a crazed state.
"Y-Yang?! You scared me!" Blake stated the blatant obvious, clutching her chest and breathing heavily.
"You didn't hear me near the door?" Yang asked, head cocked to one side.
"N-No." Blake muttered.
"Or when I stepped into the room?"
"No…"
"Blake are you okay?" Yang asked, her voice laced with concern.
"Yes!" Blake replied a little too quickly. "I was just, up to a good part in the book." She lied.
Yang glanced at the book in question, noticing the author's name. "Oh that guy. You like him don't you?" Yang turned to drop her back on the table, sighing as the weight left her shoulder.
Blake cursed under her breath as Yang went to the fridge and pulled a cool bottle of water, coming back to the centre of the room to look at the window as she greedily gulped down the refreshing liquid.
Blake's eyes found their gaze locked against the strip of skin revealed under Yang's shirt as it lifted up as she drank. It wasn't the first time Blake saw Yang's bare stomach, yet that didn't stop the faunas from staring at the rhythmic movement of the little dragons belly with each swallow. Light glistening off the line of sweat running down the brawlers toned body. Blake had now become very aware of the scent coming from Yang's body, the unmistakable scent of lilac tugging within her.
Yang swallowed and sighed, smacking her lips together, Blake's ear twitched toward the sound and found an odd tingle rush down her spine, her mouth was suddenly dry and the single drop of water running down Yangs chin from the corner of her mouth was looking very, very refreshing.
"Well. I'm going to shower." Yang stated, seemingly oblivious to the hungry look embedded in her partners amber eyes.
Blake blinked and quickly looked away, inwardly questioning what the hell just came over her. She must have been doing it for a while because she suddenly heard the sound of running water. Standing she moved from her bed, before glancing at the book lying face down on her bed.
"You." Blake practically growled at the poor piece of literature. "Stupid Blake. Stupid, stupid stupid!" Blake berated herself, pacing between the beds.
Yang opened the tap and waited for the water to warm, even though it wasn't entirely necessary for someone who could spontaneously ignite her entire body. The brawler relished the sensation of pulling her sticky clothing off her body, letting them drop to the floor at her feet. Yang took the moment to stretch out her back, reaching up high and arcing her back backwards.
"Blake was acting weird." Yang mumbled, scratching her bare tummy, "I'm not sure if it was weird in a good way."
What Blake had failed to notice that Yang hadn't failed to notice the greedy look in her feline eyes. Yang had a knack for knowing when someone was checking her out, and Blake's eyes were practically burning her.
Yang had to admit, and she wouldn't have been shy to admitting it, that look in Blake's eyes stirred something within her, something warm and pleasant. Yang was thankful she managed to stop herself from shuddering in front of the faunas, it didn't help that she was already on a high from her workout at the gym.
Blake wasn't the only one her had a hungry look in her eyes.
"Wah!" Thud.
"Yang?! Yang are you okay?!" Blake rushed to the bathroom door, not hesitating to open it and step right in.
Thinking back, she wasn't sure why she so easily stepped into the bathroom like that.
Blake found her blonde headed partner on her rear, a puddle of water near her feet, cause of her fall Blake assumed. The brawler was currently rubbing the back of her head, swearing under her breath.
"I'm fine Blake." Yang managed, cringing.
"Let me see." Blake knelt beside her partner, completely unphased by the brawler's lack of clothing.
Blake gently pulled Yang up and forward, getting to lean forward so she could see the back of blondes head.
"I think all your hair cushioned the impact." Blake deadpanned.
Yang laughed, "It multipurpose Blake. Not only is it stylish but it's also functional."
"I'm sure it is." Blake replied her tone still flat.
Yang leaned back and met Blake's eyes, the pair suddenly finding themselves unable to look away. Blake was now aware of Yang's mostly exposed body. The two girls blinked at each other, neither knowing when to move but both hoping the other wanted it just as much. The sound of running water filled the silence and the steam was accumulating, growing thick around their bodies.
Just like the woman in her book, Blake couldn't wait any longer, lurching forward and slamming their lips together. Yang 'unffd' in surprise, Blake moved quickly to place her knees on either side of Yangs hips, her hands clutching Yang's face.
Yang's hand brushed over Blake's cheeks and found its way into her raven hair, fingers brushing against the set of appendages that marked her as a faunas, they flicked and low rumble emanated from Blake's throat and Yang couldn't help but smile devilishly.
Yang's hand moving through her hair sent flares lancing down from her scalp to her finger tips and toes. The rumble in her throat was not on purpose but it accurately conveyed her mood so she ignored it, feeling Yang's lips turn up into a smile was only encouragement for Blake to increase the volume of the sound.
Blake's soft growl grew before suddenly turning into a grunt as Blake pushed Yang down without warning. Yang 'oofed' but the sound was cut short as her partner was close on her tail, their lips coming together once again. Lying on her back Yang was at Blake's mercy, a feat keeping true to the faunas' animal attributes. But Yang wasn't going to let her partner have full control.
The girls parted finally, only when their lungs screamed for air. Blake sucked in a breath before hungrily coming back to Yang's lips and biting down. In the heat of the moment she may have bitten a little too hard, the metallic tang of blood flaring her tastebuds before a warm sweetness found its way through the metal and Blake purred in delight.
The sharp sting fizzed along Yang's lips, a shudder running through her, the quick pain hardly uncomfortable and more than pleasurable, issuing a moan from Yang's throat. Yang forced herself up, lightly pushing Blake back, the faunas protested, almost snarling in irritation but she managed to keep the sound in check. A single flick and Blake's top was hanging loose, Yang broke the kiss hastily yanking the top off and throwing to the side, the moment Blake's arms were free again Yang's back was pressed back against the tiled floor, until a sudden nip at her neck had her back arcing back off the tiles.
"Mmf!" Yang moaned as Blake mouth raced down her body.
Blake moved down Yang's neck, across her collar bone, her sharper than human canines leaving marks easily. Down the centre of Yang's chest, Blake cursed the fabric covering her partner's chest but moved past it before the urge to tear it to shreds with her mouth alone grew too strong. The faunas' breathing was heavy, hot air blowing out her nose, Yang's skin tingles as the warm air of her partner felt like a hot iron pressed against her flesh. It stung, each heavy breath against her skin sent a thick wave of washing over, rattling along her spine.
"Blake!" Yang's back arced and she pulled at Blake's hair, the faunas growling in response. "Blaake." Yang called again.
Blake found herself pulling at taught skin. Yang's toned muscles rippling beneath her lips. Blake felt Yang's sides tense under her hands as she bit down once again, a soft growl vibrating along her teeth and over Yang's stomach.
Yang moaned audibly, Blake's ears twitched, the sound resonating within her mind, a sense of frustration washed over and she gripped Yang's sides, her nails digging into the soft flesh. The sharp stinging blared one either side of Yang's body and she failed to stop the loud moan that escaped her lips.
"Oh! B-Blake!" Yang's body was starting to tremble lightly.
Blake continued down, her mind blaring and racing. The scent of Yang's form strong so close to her skin, the heat she felt pressed against the blonde passing through her and keeping a fire deep within her core blazing furiously. Yang's hands in her hair, each tug, each slightly painful pull, lead to a bolt to shoot right through her, a bolt that pooled at her core and made her writher.
Something within Blake called for more, growling within her. It hungered, it was greedy and it was filling her mind, taking over.
Yang felt Blake's hand grip her sides tighter, felt her bite a litter harder and growl a little louder. In her cloud of pleasure and growing euphoria, Yang somehow managed to retrieve some sense of awareness and looked up at her partner, who was now dangerously close to her underwear.
"Blake!" The call was thick with for more pleasure then she had hoped. It was meant to get her partners attention, not jeer her on. Which was what happened.
Blake skipped over the hem of her partners underwear, moving along her thigh and down to the inside of the limb. Her hands followed the curves of the brawlers muscles, her nails leaving a series of red lines along Yang's sides down to her thighs.
"Blake." Yang tried again, her breath hitching as the faunas pulled at the inside of her thigh.
Blake wasn't even sure if she heard Yang's call. Her mind was diluted, clouded and almost not her own. She was hungry, and Yang was her meal. Blake was the tiger and Yang was the deer.
"Blake!" Yang succeeded this time, a sharp call that had the faunas looking up at her.
Even in her euphoric daze Yang was taken aback by the sight before her. Blake's eyes, her partners usual calm and bright amber eyes had changed. They were flared brightly, angrily, hungrily. The slit pupils so similar to that of a tiger lying in wait to pounce. Yang wasn't staring at Blake anymore, she was looking at a starving animal.
Until she blinked.
In an instant all of Blake's sense crashed back to her. Her mind going into overdrive as every single sensation and feeling was brought back into perspective. The feeling of Yang's skin, her scent, her hand balled in her hair. The heavy warmth at Blake's centre. Blake looked at her partner and her breath hitched at what she found, fear. There was an aspect of concern and guilt written in those lilac eyes too, but Blake couldn't ignore the fear embedded there, which was when she understood.
She sucked in a sudden breath and scrambled away from her partner, ignoring the wet feeling on her rear as she slid over the wet tiles.
"No Blake don't-"
But Blake was already on her feet and rushing out the door.
Yang sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Arh fuck."
A/N: Bluuuuurgh?