"I'm so bored!"
"Then do something."
"But that involves moving!"
"Then don't move."
"But I don't have anything to do!"
"Then don't do anything."
"But I'm so bored!"
The conversation had cycled around several times already, and Blake simply responded in turn, ignoring her teammate as per usual in favour of her new book she'd picked up the previous night. It was the sequel to the somewhat damning book she'd managed to keep hidden since her entrance to Beacon, and the series was now somewhat of a guilty pleasure to her. Ironically, that was actually part of this books subtitle.
She'd had the sense to hide the book behind a text book, but with Yang now in the same room, she'd have a hard time closing it without her deception being discovered. So she kept reading.
Unfortunately, this wasn't one of the types of books you'd want to read with other people in the room. And even more unfortunately, as if the gods of fate had conspired against her, she was currently reading a scene that she could picture all too clearly. Partly due to the busty blond laying on her back on the bench press with her arms laying back on the floor, affording her an unrestricted view of her teammates curves and partly due to the graphic content she was reading line by line, her nerves stood on end, tingling, in anticipation of something she knew she could never act on.
She carefully monitored her breathing and forced herself to focus on the page in front of her. She turned the page and stopped a frown from appearing on her face. It seems that the scene wasn't the typical one-and-done type that was normal. She checked her suspicions over the following pages before skipping back to the page she was on. It looked like the scene would last at least five rounds, and that meant she'd just scraped the tip of the iceberg in the last five minutes.
"Can't you think of something to do?" Yang whined as she leaned partially over the side of the bench so one knee and elbow rested on the ground, giving her an awkward appearance that was far to open for Blake's state of mind.
"No." Blake mentally celebrated her small victory as she started reading her book again. It would be a test of resilience to make it through this without complications.
"I know!" Yang shouted in triumph as she rocketed to her feet.
"Good for you." Blake ignored her teammate as she turned yet another page and started reading an exponentially more agitating second round of incriminating fiction.
She kept reading and finished only half the page when she felt the bed sink beside her and a hand on the top of her head. More precisely, she felt that hand start to rub her faunus ears that were currently outside of her bow's ribbon.
"Yang! Don't do that nooooow!" Her sentence turned into an involuntary purr as the tingling nerves in her body all lit up as if on fire.
"Y-Yang! St-stop! N-n-now's not a good t-time!" Blake protested though her body ignored her and moved even further toward her teammate.
Yang giggled at Blake's natural reaction to her and did as she asked. Blake let out a sigh of relief that ended up sounding like a groan as she closed her book along with her eyes and focused on keeping her breathing in check.
"If you ever do that again-" Blake started only for Yang to finish her sentence for her.
"I know, I know. I'll buy you dinner first." Yang said dismissively.
"Exactly…. Wait, what?" Blake couldn't believe what she'd thought Yang had just implied. Maybe her ears were playing tricks on her.
"Huh?" Yang asked, confused at Blake's confusion.
"Did you…" Blake started and paused to consider the outcome of the situation if she voiced her suspicions. "Never mind."
"Whatever, I think I'm going out for a bit. Need anything?" Yang asked while sorting through her closet to find a jacket.
"Do you have milk?" Blake asked. Yang shook her head in the negative in response. "Then that. Preferably one percent."
"Gotcha. Be back in a bit." Yang waved as she flipped the leather jacket she'd chosen over her shoulder.
With that, Blake found herself alone in Yang's room. She flopped back on Yang's bed and turned her back to the workout equipment that took up most of the rest of the room.
Really, she should have gone back to her own room she'd been given to use during her stay, but she was just too tired to move. But Yang's bed, though obviously clean from the crisp feel of the fabric and barely noticeable scent, had a comfortable feel that Blake couldn't describe. She thought carefully about it for a few moments before deciding it didn't really matter that much. Blake yawned as she realized she hadn't slept as much as she would have preferred the previous night, and decided to remedy it with a nap. After only a minute, she felt herself start to drift and she curled up as she normally did. She fell asleep shortly after, calmly hugging Yang's pillow in the crook of her neck.
