I'm gonna put a fair warning again to read carefully because we're going dark once more with these two. I think this is the most draining chapter I ever wrote.
Fear not though, there's nothing Yang wouldn't do for Blake.
Enjoy.
Blake's back hit the back of the love seat in a soft thud, half lidded eyes trained on the blonde still standing in front of her. Yang let her own eyes trail down to the faunus' lap, pondering. Before Blake could open her mouth and demand to know what Yang was planning, she simply grabbed her scroll and typed away with one hand, her hook raised in front of her, "just a sec".
Blake leaned back in the soft fabric of the couch, crossing her arms and looking intently at the blonde. Once Yang was apparently satisfied with whatever she was doing, she threw the scroll across the love seat.
A rhythmic, electronic bass came out of the small speaker and Blake's ears swiveled back towards it, recognizing the song from the club, "is this the song..."
"You gave me a free dance to? Yes, yes it is."
Blake blinked, cheeks reddening slightly as Yang straddled her lap, knees on either side of her hips on the love seat. Yang remembered the song of course, its beat had been in sync with her heartbeat as it all happened. Every batting eyelash, every teasing touch and the captivating way Blake moved as if her body was an extension of the music, as if every single part of her body was a provocative reason to sin.
She could remember that whole night as much as she could remember every match she fought in. The adrenaline, the heat and passion they had shared was comparable to the energy that coursed through her veins in a fight.
Yang took Blake's hands in hers and put them around her waist one after the other, pushing the faunus' long fingers under the fabric of her shirt. The cool, soft quality of her skin made the blonde shiver, biting down on her lower lip before raising her eyes to meet Blake's. The dark amber eyes were trained on hers now, gone was the hesitation and the fake sexual bravado; Blake's attention was completely captured by the brawler at this point. It had been a while since she had tried to put herself on display for someone, but this moment felt appropriate. No one else had ever looked at her the way Blake did. Yang felt a shiver course through her spine and she reached for the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head in one surprising swift motion.
With a confident smirk, Yang rocked her hips over Blake's, hand lightly brushing over the faunus' stomach, breast and then hooking around her neck along her right arm in a lose embrace. Blake's eyes closed halfway, her long eyelashes darkening her gaze even more. Yang leaned down, gently pulling Blake forward towards her and the faunus immediately pulled her tightly against herself, forehead resting between her breast. Yang felt one furry ear brush against her collar bone and she let out an involuntary giggle. Blake's hands slid lower, grasping her bum firmly and groping her. Yang moaned, feeling the familiar haze that came whenever Blake touched her.
Blake pulled away from Yang's bosom, looking up at Yang with stars in her eyes. Yang pulled her hand from around the faunus' neck and combed her hair from her face, cupping the nape of her neck softly and bracing her knees on the seat to grind on Blake's belly. A gasp escaped the faunus' lips, making Yang bite her lip as they kept eye contact throughout the song. Yang rolled her upper body to the beat, very much conscious of the sharp nails of the black haired girl digging into her backside. As the song ended, Blake pulled the brawler's firm body against her, nuzzling her face between her breast one more time as the song slowly faded to silence.
"How...Why me?"
The question surprised Yang. She stopped rocking against Blake, her hand going up to cup the faunus' jaw, thumb brushing over her pale cheek. The sheer amount of wonder in Blake's voice made the blonde's heart clench in her chest. Blake was looking at her like one would look at a precious, unattainable, yet inspiring piece of art. This woman was amazing, and yet... for a reason that still escaped Yang, she felt as if Yang was out of her league. The blonde felt compelled to show this wonderful woman anything, everything she wanted, if only to show her how much her existence was valuable. Not only as a person, but as a survivor. Yang swallowed with difficulty.
"It's the way you looked at me..."
Someone was shaking her shoulder.
There was shouting as Ruby was pushing the slave traders in the back of her police car.
There was a gentle, soothing yet husky voice pleading her to stay awake.
There was the shrill voice of Weiss talking to the reporters and telling them to get the fuck away.
She opened her eyes.
She saw golden eyes.
"You were tied up in the basement of a burning building where you ... I assumed you were abused and yet..." Yang's voice faltered, her throat bobbed one time and she found her voice again, "yet you were looking at me with so much worry, so much pain, as if my life had more meaning than yours when clearly I had thought the same of you."
Yang's eyes were serious when they met Blake's, her cat ears folded on top of her head as she closed her eyes. She had opened the floor gates and was unable to stop anymore.
"I rushed in behind my sister and her partner, I put myself in danger willingly and like a complete idiot. I'm not a trained police officer, I'm just a fighter, someone who beat up people in a cage for a paycheck. I'm no hero, and yet I rushed in that basement at the sound of your voice. I couldn't not go, I would have heard your voice calling out every night in my dreams for the rest of my life."
Yang inhaled deeply, trying to calm herself. Blake's hand closed on her elbow, right where her prosthetic connected with her flesh.
"I was high on my victory, high on adrenaline, I still had alcohol coursing through my body and I felt invincible. But when I saw you tied up, beaten on the floor and with all that smoke in the air I realized I was nothing. I was not a champion, I was no one. You were the hero, you were the one that deserved to live that night."
Blake's hand tightened its grip on her elbow and she felt the warm skin of her forehead against her own.
"So when I saw that piece about to collapse on top of you, I didn't hesitate and...well, you know the rest." Yang's hand fell from the faunus' face, her deep lilac eyes falling to the couch in contemplation. Blake's breath was now mingling with her own, their foreheads still pressed together.
"You gave up your dream for me."
Yang shook her head, lilacs meeting gold once more, "I didn't give up anything. I gave you what you deserved. A second chance at life."
The pressure on her skull suddenly increased and Yang's eyes widened at the hidden strength the lithe body of Blake was capable of. The faunus' nails dug in her long mane of hair and pressed in the back of her head, pressing their heads together quite painfully.
"Yang you lost your arm for a stray you didn't even know. What kind of selfless idiot does that for a complete stranger? Why!"
Yang's vision was getting blurry now, the tears were pouring down her face and she couldn't do anything to stop them from flowing. Her emotions were running wild and she couldn't contain anything anymore.
"No one should ever get left behind."
Blake's grip faltered, her hand pulling softly at the golden hair in a soothing motion, "who left you behind Yang?"
"My mother. I was barely a month's old."
Blake said nothing, her hand slid across Yang's cheek, cupping her chin and wiping a stray tear. The blonde felt a tug and let herself be pulled towards Blake in a strong embrace. Yang had not felt strong and safe arms like this since her good friend Sage, but this felt softer; she felt warmer and lighter.
"I think... I think we had more than enough emotions for the night, wouldn't you say?"
Yang nodded her head absentmindedly, face nuzzling the soft ears on top of the faunus' head. "Yeah" her voice was strained but Yang didn't try to hide it.
A low chuckle came from Blake and the brawler found herself lifted off her lap and into her arms like she weighted nothing.
"Woah!"
She threw her arms around the dark haired girl, face flushing deeply and really confused "no girl ever managed to carry me before."
Blake gave her a mischievous grin "you'd be surprised how strong pole dancing makes you."
Yang grinned back "I believe it".
Blake smiled at her and dropped her ass on the bed.
"Woah!"
Giggling, Blake turned towards her dresser and changed into some sort of fancy bathrobe. Yang took off her pants and removed her bra from under her shirt, they both slipped into Blake's bed and laid on their sides. Yang groaned and pulled her prosthetic off, laying it on the small desk next to the bed. Turning around, she noticed Blake sleeping with her back to her. Taking in a deep breath, she slid closer and wrapped her arm around the faunus slowly, leaving the opportunity for the dark haired girl to push her away if she wanted. Blake did no such thing, she even took her large hand in her own, kissing it once before squirming back closer. Yang smiled, kissed behind a furry ear and mumbled a low "good night".
"Good night Yang."
A week passed, Yang hadn't seen Blake since that night, but the both of them would text each other every day. Yang would even send Blake selfies taken from the gym, trying to tease the faunus as she worked out. She was so focused on making the other woman smile that she didn't even notice the eyes on her prosthetic. Blake on the other hand would take a selfie with her fellow dancer and friend Velvet at the end of their shift, both girls waving their hands towards the camera; all snuggled up in their coats.
Yang was dozing off in her armchair when she received a call from Sun. Fumbling around for the lever with her hook, she finally got up and answered the call with a low rasp to her voice "hello?"
"Oh shit Yang, thank god you're awake!"
"Who dis?" mumbled Yang, eyes barely opened.
"This is Sun, you better dump your ass in cold water because something happened."
Yang's eyes opened, any trace of sleepiness disappearing. "What are you talking about?"
"It's Blake, I-I thought she was doing better but something happened tonight and I just- I don't know what to do right now. She told me you knew about her past so I knew you could help, Yang you're good at caring for people."
"Sun, hold on, what happened? Is Blake okay?" Yang could barely control the panic rising in her throat.
"She's here, she's unhurt... but I think she could use your company right now. Neptune's not with me so I can't just book her time to low key take care of her."
"The fuck do you mean you have no money? Can't she just leave if she feels like that?" spat Yang angrily, trying to put on her coat, scroll stuck between her shoulder and chin.
"I told her to leave! I was about to go tell Adam about what happened but she literally made me promise not to."
Yang was getting very concerned now, the lack of proper answer making her brain brew the worst kind of scenarios.
"Sun, I'm running over there, and by then if you did not text me what happened? The first thing I'll do when I get there is punch you."
Sun paused, the sound of Yang shuffling into her coat the only noise between them. "Deal. You won't like it, I'm just saying."
Yang grit her teeth "on my way now, you have ten minutes." She closed the door, locking it as she started sprinting, scroll to her ear still. "See you soon Sun."
Before she could press end, Sun's voice boomed once more.
"I'm glad to hear you still got some fire in you Yang."
The call ended.
Yang had to stop and catch her breath on the side of a building. Sweat was pouring heavily from her forehead and her throat was sore and dry. She knew better than to barge in, especially if Adam knew nothing about the predicament Blake was in. Speaking of which, Yang took her scroll out of her pocket and unlocked Sun's message.
There was a human in the club earlier. He went in the private booths with Blake and asked her for more than she normally offers. Blake... took the offer and she came back to me after, her eyes were wild and she was shaking. I paid for a private dance and I just hugged her in there for a while. She needs us, she needs her friends.
Yang felt her face catch in fire, her eyes were hot like coals and she had to lean her whole weight on the wall to stop herself from crashing to her knees.
"Fuck. Blake..."
The brawler hadn't felt such pure unadulterated rage since Ruby was big enough to deal with bullies herself. Hopefully the human was already gone, otherwise Yang was afraid she'd end up in jail tonight.
Combing a her hand through her hair, Yang made herself look as presentable as possible and strut towards the horned bouncer. One high five later and she was in the familiar club, pink lighting and all. She scanned the place for Blake or Sun, checking her scroll in case Sun texted her again. Maybe Sun was still with her in the backrooms, Yang tried to convince herself. Satisfied with clinging to this idea, Yang walked to a booth far in the back, hoping to be discreet and to be able to see the whole club. A couple of minutes went by and a familiar bunny faunus sat next to her, smile firmly in place.
"Evening Yang."
"Hey Velour, seen Nightshade? I'm looking for her."
Velvet crossed her legs, eyes shifting on the floor briefly as she pondered.
"I think she was taking a break, she might be in the employee's loo if you want me to go take a look?"
"That'd be great if you could, I'll pay you a drink?"
Velvet giggled, uncrossing her legs and making her way towards the back "no need champion, I'm on it."
Yang grinned, she barely knew Velvet, but she was taking a liking to her. She sounded like a great friend for Blake as well. The brawler's thoughts were interrupted when her scroll vibrated against her thigh. Picking it up she opened another message from Sun.
shitshitshit adam is making me go to his office fuckfuckfuck i hope he doesnt know about the human blake will freakout if adam gets a hold of
Yang frowned, she definitely was missing some key pieces of information from that. She was about to type an answer when milky white legs appeared in her field of vision.
"H-ey.."
Yang motioned to the plush seat she was sitting on, making room for Blake to sit next to her. "Hey yourself, I...got a text from Sun, he sounded extremely worried. Do you want me to stay with you till you finish tonight?"
The faunus pushed a bang out of her face and sigh, looking everywhere but at the brawler "I...I'd like that."
Yang nodded, raising a hand towards one of the girls walking around with a platter of shots "do you want a drink?"
Blake shook her head "I rarely drink on the job".
"You look like you need a drink though, are you sure?"
The faunus took a deep breath, straightening up, she gave Yang a weak smile "okay."
Yang spend the next couple of hours cradling a drink or three, keeping an eye on the dark haired faunus and getting progressively more worried about the lack of further messages from Sun. Blake and a couple other dancers came over to check on her, keeping her company for a bit before trotting away to keep working. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, so much that Yang was getting antsy. There was a growing spark in the air, something that came in the ring usually, not in a club.
Her eyes whipped to the side where a door labeled "employees only" opened and Sun stumbled out. Yang was already on her feet, making her way through the crowd of people to reach him when she stopped. Adam was behind Sun, and following them was a dangerous looking faunus in a pressed suit, probably security. Sun looked down, shame in his expression as he pointed to a booth near the front of the club. Yang followed his finger and saw a small group of mostly faunus men drinking together. From what Yang could tell where she stood, there was maybe one or two humans with them.
Yang tried to get a closer look, but a soft hand curled around her right bicep and she turned towards the intruder.
"I'm done."
Blake was wearing her long coat, face already hidden by a thick wool scarf, Yang bit her lip; she looked adorable. Yang placed her hand over the faunus' on her bicep and smiled.
"Lemme take you home."
The apartment was a couple of blocks away and soon Yang and Blake were back at the dancer's place. Yang didn't know when she'd be invited back here again, she certainly didn't expect it to be tonight when she crashed in front of the tv.
"Do you want anything to drink?"
"Nah, I've cradled more than my share of alcohol tonight, I wouldn't mind some water though?"
Blake handed the brawler a tall glass, motioning to the tap "it's filtered, make yourself at home I...I need a shower."
"Alright, I'm not going anywhere."
Satisfied with her answer, Blake smiled slightly and disappeared in the hall. Yang waited to hear the shower start before filling the glass to the brim and downing half its content in one gulp. Filling the glass again, Yang sat to the table and took out her scroll, looking for any update from Sun. Frowning, Yang began to worry for her friend. Settling the scroll on the table, she typed a message, asking the monkey faunus to tell her he was okay as soon as he could. She also told him Blake was safe at home with her.
Leaning backward, Yang sullenly drank the rest of her water as she waited. She always was a worrywart when it came to the people she cared about. Ever since she was a kid, she would throw herself in stupid situations and land in all sorts of trouble; but she hated the feeling of friends being in trouble. Oh the irony.
Around ten minutes later the shower stopped and the air dryer was turned on. Yang stood up and put her glass in the sink, seeing no dishwasher in the small flat, she simply shrugged and washed her glass. Her duty done, the blonde sat back down in the kitchen chair, raising her hand to rub her face. She was already very tired, her small nap on her armchair not enough to make up for her early morning.
"Sorry for making you wait."
Yang turned towards Blake, a sheepish smile in place as she perked at the return of the faunus. "No worries."
Blake wrapped her arms around her midsection, looking anywhere but at Yang. "So... "
Yang's face fell into concern as she remembered the reason why she was here tonight. "So..."
Blake swallowed with difficulty "did Sun tell you what happened?"
"Vaguely" she allowed, "I was hoping you would tell me. According to him you were quite adamant on staying at work despite the situation, whatever it is."
Blake leaned her shoulder on the wall, closing her eyes "I overacted. I was just doing my job, it's nothing."
Yang's eyes squinted at that, "according to what he told me it sure as hell doesn't sound like nothing."
Blake pushed herself off the wall, walking towards Yang with a straight posture, no more defensive. "It is. My reaction was petty and ridiculous because I should be used to it by now."
Yang frowned, she stood up to be eye level with the faunus, leaning her hip on the table. "Used to what?"
"Men asking me to suck their dicks."
Blake had said it in such a neutral voice, so matter-of-factly that Yang was at a loss for word. "What?"
The cat faunus didn't answer, but her ears flicked once, showing her discomfort.
"Why didn't you just say no? You clearly had an episode after it happened!" Yang was shocked, unable to grasp why Blake would willingly torture herself. Then it hit her. "Did he force you?" Yang's eyes flashed red, "if he forced you I'll find him."
Blake shook her head and put her hands on her hips. "No Yang, I said yes."
Yang's mouth fell open, eyes reverting to lilac "but...but WHY?"
Blake's head tilt to the side, her eyes fixated on Yang in confusion. Yang's jaw tightened, knuckles white in strain.
"I did what I was asked to do Yang. I'm good, very good. People like how I feel inside."
Blake grinned and Yang felt like throwing up. The faunus took a step forward and Yang flinched, grabbing the table behind her. The brawler couldn't wrap her head around what was going on right now, she couldn't grasp what was happening and why Blake was telling her this.
"Have you ever noticed how rough my tongue feels? This is not something most faunus have, I'm special."
Yang's brows furrowed, her focus on Blake hardening as she started piecing the situation together.
"I make men feel good, it's what I'm good at. Why would I not use my body for what I'm good at? You know what I mean, you fight because you're good at it."
Yang stopped breathing, hand going up to Blake's shoulder and stopping her from walking closer.
"Stop, please stop."
Blake's eyes widened in surprise "what's wrong Yang?"
"Listen to yourself, your worth is not decided by these assholes that took you! Would you just take a second and listen to yourself!"
Yang felt tears falling down her cheeks but ignored them, intent on making Blake sort out her twisted view of herself, if only barely.
Blake's eyes lowered, ears drooping on her head. "I know how it sounds, but this is what I am now. I've been broken down to this and now I can only follow the tide. It's a vicious circle, the more I try and get away from this life, the more I start to crave it back."
Yang's mouth opened but no sounds would come out, she tried again "w-what do you mean you crave it?"
Blake's brow furrowed, looking side to side in contemplation "how can I say this without it looking completely fucked up? I have spend hundreds of days stuck in a basement where I spent most of my days being forced to have sex repeatedly. Despite not wanting this at all, it became a part of my life, a part of what I became to survive. If I just laid there and tried to just think about anything else it would last longer, and usually made the men hurt me more. If I actively "participated" it would be over faster and they would hurt me less. So, I did what I had to survive, but now that it's over... I just feel this uncontrollable urge to please human men, as if if I didn't, it would start over again."
Yang's hand on Blake's shoulders gripped harder, the faunus merely putting her own atop hers.
"I also crave sex in a very unhealthy way, especially since it's not like I enjoyed myself down there" Blake's voice was strained, a forced laugh making its way out of her throat. "That one is easier to deal with though, sex was never about me.
Yang's eyes turned red and she grabbed Blake's wrist.
"Use me."
Blake's ears flicked in confusion "excuse me?"
"Use me" she repeated "you've been used for so long Blake, I'll gladly make you and only you feel good if you ever need it. I'll gladly do it, so you don't have to worry about it."
Blake shook her head "how is that any better than what was done to me?"
Yang's eyes flashed a deeper red "because I care about you, because I want to help you and you want to help me. You need to take care of yourself in a safe way, you need to get over your conditioning and me being a human might help. I'm ready to be tied down if it makes you feel safer. I'll gladly do anything you want of me if you can get better in the long run."
Blake rose her free hand to Yang's cheek, thumb sliding up to her eye and closing her left eyelid softly, hiding the red iris. "How is me using you going to help you, Yang?"
Yang closed her other eye, taking a deep breath and inhaling the intoxicating smell of the faunus. She opened her eyes again, looking into golden eyes with her own lilacs.
"Because your life means a lot more to me than I can even put into words. Somehow, I've made bigger progress in the weeks knowing you than I made in months of therapy."
"That's preposterous Yang, you can't mean that..."
"But I do" insisted Yang. She dropped Blake's wrist and walked backward towards Blake's bedroom, remembering where it was in the small apartment. "I need to feel useful again, you need to feel like you belong to yourself and that you matter. First thing first is to stop letting just anyone take advantage of that."
Blake's ears stood tall on her head. "You're not just anyone Yang!"
"Exactly my point" smirked the blonde, disappearing inside Blake's room.
Yang heard a flustered and huffing Blake follow her and knew she had her. She hated to push the fragile girl, but she clearly needed a hand. "Eh, a hand" Yang snickered to herself, flexing her remaining hand. Her small lapse in concentration made her overlook the closing of a door and then Blake was holding her from behind. The brawler put her arm over the slim ones around her, craning her neck back to see the dark haired woman but all she could see was her cat ears, fluttering in what Yang came to see as nervousness.
"Do you want me, Blake?"
A nod against her back.
"Are you sure that's what you want, and not some fucked up need to please me?"
No answer. Yang turned around in the other woman's arms and locked eyes with her.
"Blake, please don't lie to me."
The faunus looked down at the floor for a moment, she inhaled deeply and her golden gaze met Yang's again.
"I want you Yang. Believe me when I say I've wanted you since you came to the White Fang."
Yang smiled softly "good." The brawler's calloused fingers brushed Blake's hand, following the scarred wrist up across the soft skin of her forearm, making the faunus shiver. Making their way up to the dark haired girl's shoulder, the fingers stopped. "Because you have me."
Yang suddenly grabbed Blake by the waist, jumping on the bed with the other woman in her arms.
Blake's back hit the mattress with a squeal of amusement as the blonde followed her soon after. She instantly sat up, fingers hooking around the hem of Yang's shirt and shoving it over her head, not bothering to make it go past her unruly mane. Yang chuckled lowly in her throat, raising her own hand to pull the shirt away from her hair and gasping at the faunus rolling them around the bed. Not one to let others take over her position that easily, and being a great wrestler herself, Yang used her legs to roll Blake back on her back, pinning her down with her thighs.
Blake was breathing hard, cheeks flushed and eyes half lidded as she looked up at Yang, her delicate hands stroked upward and past her hips to caress the brawler's stomach softly. "I envy your abs, mine are not that sculpted."
Yang laughed loud and brief, leaning over to pepper kisses on Blake's temple "my body has more mass than yours, so its easier for me to have more definition to them. On the other hand...you look like you are three times as flexible as I am. I've seen you dance remember?"
Blake's golden eyes flashed briefly "perhaps..."
Yang grinned, leaning back to help the faunus remove her own shirt, the cloth was tossed aside and replaced by Yang's large hand, softly running down Blake's chest and in between her breasts. Blake gasped, feeling the callouses on Yang's hand made her squirm at the slow teasing. "Yang..."
Blake closed her eyes and smiled, Yang's eyes observed her intently, waiting for any red flag, any alarming behavior. When Blake opened her eyes, they were hazed over and dark.
"I wanna feel all of you, Yang."
Yang swallowed, concentration slipping as Blake curled a finger towards her in a come-hither fashion. Yang rolled away, she tried to remove her pants hastily and only managing to kick them inside out off of her legs. When she turned around, Blake was on her side, staring at her completely naked. Yang's mouth watered.
"I'm waiting."
Yang grinned, she crawled over to Blake and kissed her. Her lips were warm and full, Yang wanted to get lost in the feeling forever. She rolled Blake on her back and leaned her weight on her stump, balancing herself over the faunus as she pushed their bodies together. Soft, so soft. Blake's skin was slightly cool to the touch on her own scorching body and she wanted nothing more than to rip her own underwear off and feel her completely.
Yang's thought process stopped to a violent halt when she felt Blake's hand sliding in her panties. That wasn't the plan. The blonde threw her body to the side, Blake's hand slipping out of her underwear. Yang took a second to breathe heavily, looking at the faunus watching her with confused golden eyes.
"No, wait a s-second." The brawler cradled Blake's face in her good hand, watching her nuzzle slightly in it "are you still here Blake? Is this what YOU want?"
Blake blinked. She took a moment to think, looking at the sheets of her bed.
"What do you feel right now? Do you feel like you want to have me? Do you want to get off? What is it?"
Blake bit her lip, eyes closing and ears drooping "I...I don't know..."
Yang swiped her thumb across Blake's cheek, the digit leaving a pale trail on her flushed skin. "Not to sound overly bold but...do you wanna sit on my face?"
Blake's head lifted up the pillow, Yang's hand dropping to the side. "No! I can't make you do that, it's terrible!"
Yang snorted "oh please, I dun think there's any chance of me suffocating, you weight nothing."
Blake bit her lip harder and Yang started worrying she might see blood slide down her chin soon "no, I mean I can't let you do that. It's disgusting!"
Yang sat up abruptly "what?"
"I'm a faunus, you can't put your mouth there, it's wrong and filthy. We're animals."
Yang's heart broke.
"How can you say something like that about yourself? Do you believe this crap?"
Blake glowered at her.
"None of the men that came in the basement ever wanted to touch me there. They wouldn't even look when they put it in. Sometimes they would...slip in the wrong hole and all I could do was bite down a scream, be a good girl. When it happened they usually kept going, called me a dirty good girl."
Yang's hand ran up and down Blake's arm, trying to soothe her as she poured her heart out to her. Her chest felt tight and hurt horribly, but this wasn't about her.
"Even when I was being good, I was always referred to as an animal. I was merely a step up from livestock. An animal with nice tits... you still wouldn't put your mouth on there right? The silver lining in all this shit was that the rapes always came with protection" spat Blake. Yang was actually happy to see the dark haired woman finally showing anger at the situation instead of acceptance.
The brawler rubbed her watery eyes on the pillow, pulling at Blake's shoulder to make her look at her.
"Okay...okay... I think what you need tonight is not this. I think you need to use me as a pillow, cry if you want to, kick me out even if that's what you want." Yang paused, trying to look into the golden eyes again. "Can I hold you Blake?"
The faunus rose her head, her face red and tears streaking her pale cheeks "please..."
Yang didn't waste any time, she pulled her prosthetic off, throwing it over the side of the bed. She dug her stump under the pillow and wrapped her arm around Blake's back as much as she could before pulling her into her. The lithe girl buried her face in the blonde's neck, ears trembling on top of her head as sobs racked her chest. Yang struggled, but finally managed to pull the comforter over the both of them, trapping them in a cocoon of warmth and cotton.
"Is it okay if I touch your ears?" whispered Yang softly. A nod was all the answer she needed and she rose her hand to brush the back of her fingers softly on them. The appendages flicked away from her fingers at first, making Yang take her time to let Blake used to the touch. Soon enough she was lightly brushing the length of the soft fur lining the ears, the sobs slowly stopping and replaced by deep and even breathing.
"Good night Blake" Yang kissed in between the ears, settling her head comfortably on top of the other woman's on the pillow.
"Gnight Yang..."
