Hi guys! At first, this is what was planned for their leave… but then I understood that it wasn't possible in such a small amount of time, with Yang's character, whit what I planned for the rest of the story… and most of all, that it will break my hesitant attempt at White Rose x)
Anyway, Hope you'll enjoy the bonus!
Yang kneeled, back turned to the bed – and to Blake – and waited patiently. Blake hesitantly seized the awful collar, breathed deeply and then retrieved the tiny silver key she had stolen from Weiss. She was about to make one of the biggest mistakes of her life. But she didn't care. The collar's lock clicked open, and she saw a shiver on the Faunus' skin. The brawler turned to her slowly, something new in her eyes.
"You know you just made a mistake, right?" The calm and ironic voice raised, angst pulsating underneath.
"I trust you," she said, swallowing hard.
"You shouldn't. I'm a lion. A beast. I could do something…"
Yang had stood up, threatening, and made a halt in her sentence. In less than a second, she bounced on Blake, forcing her against the mattress with a hand on the collarbone and another on the neck.
"… dangerous."
The lion's eyes passed from lilac to bright red, flaming with angst. She was looking exactly like a big cat playing with her prey. And that prey of course was Blake. Even if her arms were free, even if she could get out of this situation with one of her clones, even if she could fight back, she stood still. Call it shock, deception or fascination, the result was the same: she couldn't move a muscle. The grasp tightened around her neck, causing her to breathe with difficulty, and for a second she asked herself why she had been so naïve. Yang bowed slowly, approaching her, and when she whispered they were only inches apart.
"Or I could do something illegal."
Blake didn't have time to question the term "illegal". In fact, she didn't have time for anything. The fire lion bowed a little more, just enough to close the gap between them, and their lips touched, creating a real mess in Blake's emotions, thought and logic. Only the first one remained, as her brain seemed to be on vacation at the worst moment. They were eyes in the eyes, and as the time seemed to stretch to an eternity, she noticed that she was drowning in lilac again – not red anymore. Just as her thought seemed to slowly get back, Yang bounced off her and disappeared by the door as fast as possible, picking up the collar and leaving a shocked Blake that was still not moving.
That was an aggression. It's the only coherent thought Blake could think of right now, all the other one being like "What just happened?", "How will she get out of here?" and "Why did she take the collar?". She shook her head – as it could help anything – and slowly got back to a standing position, still uncertain about what happened and what she should do. On the bright side, she hadn't been killed. On the dark side, now a slave had escaped the Shnee's control and it was all her fault. She was to blame for the kiss too, since she didn't move or tried to escape… And even if she tried to persuade herself that it was because of the fear, she knew it wasn't remotely true. She couldn't signal the aggression. She couldn't endanger Yang, nor her runaway. She had worked too hard to free her from the collar, she couldn't ruin everything just because her feeling were hurt.