Your head's been swimming lately. Sure, you did wake up in an entirely new dimension not to long ago, so there's probably some residual echoes from that, but nah, your head is swimming the same way any man's does after… well…
You had sex. With Blake. It was lovey dovey, it was hot as hell, and it was romantic. Sharing yourself with another person that simply enjoyed everything about you was… ugh, amazing. Blake was amazing. As a person! Not just in bed! Though, Brothers Grimm she was something to look at.
So yeah, that's where your mind has been the past two days. Reflecting on that time you spent with Blake in your room. Class? Ignored. Work? Automatic. Hanging out with friends? Blake being there didn't help. Or it kinda did. This isn't exactly a bad feeling.
But now, it's time to catch your breath and refocus. Blake had invited you on a date-day trip where you had lunch, and then accompany her to a weapon body-shop for a long overdue upgrade that was one step above Ruby's tinkering. Lunch went great, as expected, but Blake discovered she had forgotten her purse back in her room. You were happy to pay for her food, but you don't have the spare cash for advanced upgrades. Luckily, it'd take her a few hours to supe up Gambol Shroud, leaving you with plenty of time to swing by Beacon, pick up her purse, and still enjoy some of your day together. Unfortunate, but you could always do dinner some other time.
Since the rest of RWBY was out for the day, Blake gave you the keys to her room. You hold up them up and chuckle. In addition to the expected, she also had a charm featuring her logo, and one of a chibi version of Lucky the Cat from one of her favorite movies. Just another cute thing about her that wasn't easily visible on your first glance. Unlocking the door, you step into all-too-familiar RWBY's dorm and head to Blake's bed (as well as the other stacked bed).
Now, Blake said her purse was supposed to be right on the desk next to it… but it isn't. She also said it DEFINITELY IS NOT IN THE SECOND DRAWER AND THAT YOU SHOULD NOT LOOK THERE. The problem with that is she said it in a way that could be interpreted as either, "For real, don't look there," or, "I'm telling you to look there because I left something there for you." Considering she didn't plan on forgetting her purse… oh wait, maybe she did? Gahhh. Whatever. You decide to not look in the drawer just in case, mostly because Blake is very good at reading you and would 100% know if you did. Worst case scenario, she giggles at you for being noble, then invites you to open the drawer for whatever lewd secrets lay within.
ANYWAY, back to why you were doing. If Blake's purse isn't on the drawer, then…
Suddenly, you hear the door open. Your body naturally turns towards the noise and suddenly, you realize, that wasn't *THE* door, it was *A* door: the bathroom door, that is. As you eyes shift over to the side of the room, time pretty much stops.
Ruby had asked to help train Jaune. Knowing he was far behind, it was only natural for a fellow leader to assist him in his combat training. He was also one of few men she was able to talk to easily, being an antisocial bundle of nervousness. Her team was elated to hear her willingly spending time with other people.
Weiss was on a day trip. She'd managed to keep it together for a while, but dealing with a team was still a lot to her, so she went downtown alone to have a girl's day. You picked up that she was getting her nails done, having a fancy lunch, maybe getting a massage, the usual you'd expect from a rich girl.
That left Yang. She was hanging out with some of her friends from the first day at Beacon. Being the social butterfly, she was spending time with people you'd never met, but that she'd talked about every now and then.
Or at least, that's what she said she was doing.
You see that this is not the case as you stare at Yang. Like, a lot of Yang. More than usual, which is saying quite a bit. Rather than her usual cleavage-baring top and short shorts, she was wearing… man, it takes you a second to even process what it was.
Yang was dressed as a nurse. On paper, at least. She was wearing the sexiest version of the classic sexy nurse outfit, which by no means is anything resembling proper health service wear, mostly because godDAMN if she wouldn't pop any and all heart rate monitors on her floor. The "shirt" completely skipped having a bust area, more so a corset, really. Though it had sleeves and covered… some of her stomach area, it let Yang's chest hang out entirely, barely locked away behind a pure white bra that was at least two sizes too small; her bust poured out from the cups, locked tight and waiting for her to jump even once to bounce free.
What could technically be called a skirt sat around Yang's waist, though it served no purpose other than to highlight how little it covered. I came in at around six inches too short, flaring out and letting you see underneath it. As you'd expect, Yang was wearing tight white panties that matched her equally exposed bra. The way they confirmed around her waist, plus the pure white color just… Brothers Grimm.
After you accidentally commit THOSE parts of the outfit to memory, your thinking-head notices that Yang was also wearing a tiny version of that cute nurse hat, pure white elbow gloves that you doubt are accurate, and equally white heels you know aren't.
oh and lipstick yangs lips were just a few shades darker than usual but good lord that plus some extra eyeshadow really made her look…
Red?
Oh, yeah, you aren't supposed to be seeing this.
You watch as time catches up to both of you. Yang's eyes widen as she comprehends that you were in her room and were currently staring at her. It couldn't have been more than a few seconds, but the stun state you were both in felt like hours. Yang quickly looks down at her outfit, grows progressively even redder, then screams internally. At first, she throws both arms over her chest but then tries to lower her skirt so her panties don't show, then settles with one arm over her bust and one pushing her skirt down. Her eyes buckle as any attempt at composure was lost.
You eventually regain enough control over yourself to turn around and cover your eyes. Blake or no, you can't possibly hope to resist burning that image of Yang into your mind.
You hear frantic movement behind you as Yang plops down on the nearest bed, then shuffling as she pulls a blanket over her body. "W-what are you doing here!?" There's a quick pause before she adds, "You can turn around now. :/"
You do as your told and face Yang clutching a blanket over her body. Great, now it looks like she's naked under that, but with gloves and a hat. God, she looks cute, especially with that flushed face…
"I uhh… Blake forgot her purse, so she sent me to come grab it."
Yang blinks. Looking away from you, she snarls, "Dammit, that makes sense… I thought you were sneaking around like a perv or something…"
"You aren't gonna hit me or anything?"
Yang blinks again, but this time stares directly at you. "Uhh… no? Why would I? Not like you were trying to peep on me. Just bad luck. Or good luck, in your case." She thinks for a second. "Oh, you think I'm one of those anime girls that hits someone when they see her in her underwear, even if it's her fault because it's supposed to be an endearing waifu trait?"
"maybe" Right… Yang likes anime, too. In fact, she's your main source of recommendation, seeing as you have however many years of Remnant-anime to catch up on.
Yang frowns. "God, whatever I did to make you have that impression I need to change." You don't say anything about Yang's honestly-quite-famous temper tantrums she occasionally has. "Always hated those characters…. Aaaaanyway, I can't exactly blame you. I didn't tell anyone what I was doing, after all."
"…"
"its okay you can ask what im doing"
"okay what are you doing"
Yang scratches her cheek a little. "I'm… trying out cosplay. Because I… might want to sell pictures… Online. And because I feel cute." She looks away from you again, carelessly lowering her blanket to expose more cleavage. "Can't exactly try it out when anyone's home, so…" She gestures downward.
You sheepishly look away from Yang's figure. "Well, you do look… good." Yeah, that was a word for it. Ten seconds after Yang would post, she'd be a millionaire.
"you think im a skank dont you"
"No! No no nonononono! Just… feels weird with Blake and all…" You stammer around, trying to prove you aren't judging Yang. You suddenly remember a certain someone with a huge ass and tanlines that could actually help you in this scenario. "My boss does the same thing! The one who gave me my phone!"
"wait what"
"Yeah, Stella Rosegold. She keeps trying to get me to subscribe to her fanService. It'd be pretty hypocritical to call you out for wanting to try it."
"…"
"so whats her fanservice"
"LilStarBuns." You do NOT mention that Stella accidentally(?) sent you a nude.
"…"
"so did you subscribe"
"No, I did not. I told Blake, she's my boss, and I also don't have spare cash for that sort of thing."
"…"
"i could give you a discount" Yang looks away, immediately regretting what she said. Muttering something under her breath, she adds, "If I, you know, go through with it and all. I wasn't expecting this outfit to be THIS skimpy. I think it's a few sizes too small."
You snicker. "Again, not the point. And yes, that looks… tight on you." Trying to steer Yang away from offering you lewds, you ask, "So, why a nurse, anyway?"
Yang brightens up significantly, completely forgetting her shame. "So like, this game came out a while ago, and one of the bosses looks a lot like me (by which I mean she's blonde), and she wore a cute pink dress, but then they rereleased it a little while ago, and it came with a new mode that gave all the girls sexier outfits as a preorder, and because she was in a hospital, they gave her a sexy nurse outfit and wow I could have summarized this better. So yeah, big titty video game waifu. Oh, and because I could also make Blake super blushy; when you were in the hospital, we started joking about how you might wake up if we wore sexy nurse outfits for you like some kinda cheap porno. Part of me wants her to wear it just for that."
"That's a lot of frankly bizarre information."
"I mean, do you NOT want to see her wear it? Bet you'd lose your mind seeing her in something so skimpy."
You fantasize about Blake wearing… wait, you HAVE seen Blake in something that skimpy. I fact, you've seen her *naked.*
"Can confi–"
Oh no. You threw that out without thinking. And now you've stopped midway through. Uh, uhh… Think! Otherwise, Yang is gonna know you're trying to hide something. If you had just finished saying that, but now you're in your own head! And now there's been too long of a pause!
"Wha–"
"I m-mean, when we went to the beach! You know how she looked in that bikini." You feel yourself turn bright red… again. You were already flushed thanks to Yang's outfit. This whole sequence was just the two of you exchanging who was embarrassed. "Didn't think she liked to show off that much."
Yang narrows her eyes at you. "I mean, YES, she did look good in that, but…"
oh no
You see the gears turn around in Yang's head. She closely scans your body language, which you are incapable of hiding now that you're being found out. Piecing together the hints, the blonde rapidly comes to a conclusion.
"oh my god she said she borrowed your shirt because of the rain"
"She did! We walked home in the rain! She didn't want to wake you guys up."
Damn, now you're too defensive! Even if you are telling the truth.
"so she was in your room changing huh"
"In my BATHROOM. And then she left." Even you think you sound unconvincing.
"and where was her dress in all this"
"In my bathroom, drying."
"…"
Yang's gears continue to turn at maximum overdrive. Eventually, she just gives up and outright asks, "Did you two have sex?" like it wasn't a big deal.