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Blake's eyes fluttered open and she stretched her arms far above her head. The midday sun left a glowing patch of sunlight on her bed and she laid out in it with a pleased moan. It was still early, she didn't have to be at the club until a couple of hours at least. With a satisfied, pleased hum, the faunus rested her head on the patch of sunlight, ready to fall back to a satisfied slumber. Until her phone alerted her to a message.

Groaning, the midnight haired beauty rolled to the opposite side of the bed, far from the delicious sunlight. She thumbed at the screen to unlock it, it was a message from Adam.

I'd like to talk, can you come a bit earlier to work today?

Sighing, Blake typed a quick answer and groaned slightly, wondering what it was that Adam needed to talk about. She was hoping it didn't have anything to do with Yang, but it didn't worry her all that much. Yang barely came to see her at the club, they liked the privacy of Blake's apartment to spend time together, no matter what they ended up doing. A blush covered her cheeks at the thought and she bit her lip. She rolled to her back, the patch of light warming her arm as she let her mind wander back to the other day when her power was off. The warmth of Yang's skin, the conversations and the greasy pizza. She couldn't recall the last time she had let herself just...be for a whole day. Yang had completely managed to take her mind off of anything negative for most of the time she was here and for that she was grateful for the invasion of her personal space. Granted, Blake didn't really put up much of an opposition. If she really had wanted her gone, she knew Yang would have left without her needing to say anything. That woman was especially sensitive to other people.

Her ear flicked under the warm sunlight, warming up.

Yang. Yang had been a very surprising event in her life. She never thought she would ever see her savior again. Much less that she would have felt this... powerful pull between them that the faunus felt since that night. It was all so overwhelming, unnerving but, in a good way she supposed. Blake licked her lips slowly, pondering the faint memory of the blonde's lips against hers. Imagining her own mouth against the brawler's strong jaw and throat, she couldn't help but feel her pulse quicken beneath her skin. She took in a deep breath, closing her eyes. She could feel her large hand over her back, her hips. Pressing their bodies together and making her breathless. Blake had been surprised at how soft Yang was despite her sculpted body made of muscles.

With a soft smile on her lips, Blake fell back into slumber. Her dreams weren't filled with faceless men this time, but with purple sunsets and cascading golden locks of hair.

Later that evening Blake made her way to the club. She greeted some of the staff with a little wave and a smile, then made her way to Adam's office on the second floor. She still had her coat on, the early spring too cold for the Menagerie native's taste. When she knocked, Adam's voice came through the door, asking her to come in.

Blake closed the door and sat in front of his desk as she stared at the back of Adam's suit. He was holding his phone to his ear, hair slicked on his head and his horns polished and shiny in the low light of his office. "Look, I don't care how much it costs, just get it done."

Adam slammed his phone on the desk and rubbed his eyes, looking tired and agitated. Blake frowned, worried "is everything alright Adam?"

Adam dropped his hand from his face and smiled at the other faunus, trying to hide his obvious anxiety from her "don't worry your pretty head over it, I assure you I'm fine."

"If you say so" said Blake with a shrug. "What did you want to talk about then?"

Adam sat down with a long sigh, leaning his head backward on his chair.

"I'm thinking of banning humans from coming in."

Blake blinked "really?"

Adam nodded, still looking up at the ceiling.

"What brought this on?"

Adam's knuckles turned white on the chair's armrests and Blake frowned, worry clutching harder into her guts. "Nothing serious. Just... a ahh cumulation of small details that came to my attention."

Adam was being vague and leaving things out, this wasn't like him at all. Blake pondered if he wanted to hide things from her to save her the anxiety or if he simply wanted to keep things from her. Not knowing was irritating.

"And you're telling me this because you want my opinion or because you want me to tell Sun he can't bring his friends anymore?"

Adam pulled his head back from the chair and leaned forward over his desk to stare into Blake's eyes, his face serious and suddenly looking a lot less tired. "I'm telling you this because one of the reasons I'm considering this is to help you. Humans always did horrible things to us, but they did something particularly unforgivable to our kind with this slave trade story. Something you were a victim of, and that's not something I can forgive."

Blake took a shaky breath in, she felt like she was having this conversation more and more with Adam lately. He wasn't wrong per say, but if there was something she truly believed in, it was that separating themselves off entirely from the humans was not the answer. She knew the older faunus did not share her opinion completely though, so she decided to meet him halfway. She rose her eyes to meet his and she steeled her gaze.

"Make sure you think about your actions thoroughly Adam, we both know that part of the mistakes we made when we were still kids was to act before we think. We're both adults now, you have a business that is faunus centered and that's a good thing. It also comes with greater responsibilities, you know that. You also know that the humans that come here are, for the most part, good clients."

Blake sighed, sliding in her seat slightly and looking down at the desk between them. "You have to do the right thing. You owe it to all your staff."

She didn't want to get into another argument over his over protectiveness again, she was over that. She could at least remind him to keep a level head and choose what is best for all of us, not just for her according to him.

With a nod of his head, Adam grabbed his phone and shoved it in his pocket "I promise I'll keep your advice in mind." He leaned back in his chair, seemingly relaxing his body for the first time since she entered. "Enough about work, how have you been? Have you thought about my idea? Time off back at your parents' would probably do you some good. I'm sure you have enough saved, and Kali will certainly not make you starve in her house."

Blake chuckled, thankful for the change of topic. "I've been well, and you know I told you that going back to Menagerie isn't an option yet" she shrugged "I need to keep myself busy for now. Maybe in a month or two I'll take you up on that offer."

Adam smiled, seemingly satisfied by her answer. He got up from his chair, grabbed his sunglasses and put them over his eyes in one swift, practiced motion. "I won't keep you longer than necessary then. Go ahead, and be sure to let me know if you ever need me for anything." He looked down at her, waiting for her to get up.

Blake rolled her eyes and rose from her seat to meet him into a brief but tight hug "of course."

Adam nodded and led her to the door with a hand in the middle of her back.

Most of the night was uneventful, the majority of her regular clients usually showed up later in the night in the middle of the week. Blake's step was light as she made her way towards Sun and his friends. Their booth was in the back, as it always was, and she couldn't help the genuine smile that came to her face when she made her way over.

"Hey boys! Enjoying the night so far?"

She glanced at Sun, tilting her head curiously when his eyes didn't meet hers. Instead, Sage answered for him. Blake was so surprised to hear his voice she could feel her ears twitch forward when her eyes met his amber orbs.

"Sun isn't taking his alcohol quite right tonight, do not worry too much for his well being."

The faunus chuckled, nodding in acknowledgement.

"I'll drop the teasing then, I don't see you guys often this time in the week, what brought you guys here?"

The guys gave each other looks that Blake wasn't sure properly meant, but she did notice that Sun was still looking intently at the floor. She frowned, now she was getting worried. The way Sun was behaving was so very different compared to his usual self that something must have happened. She was about to approach her faunus friend when Sage got up from his seat, blocking her way to the monkey boy.

"Could the lovely Nightshade give me a private dance tonight? I can't recall the last time I bought one."

Eyes widening in surprise, Blake grinned "sure Sage, come along."

Neptune leaned forward on his knees, his eyes glancing from Blake to Sage "wow that's true, it seems like years ago since we met Blake here for the first time."

Blake rolled her eyes and smiled "you guys rather share my attention in that booth now, not that I'm complaining. It's like getting paid to sit on my ass" she smirked.

"Quite" snickered Scarlet, to which Neptune shrugged his shoulders and gave the faunus a soft smile "you're welcome."

The faunus led her friend towards the back and into one of the private booth. When he had sat down she closed the curtain and hopped on the low table to take a hold of the pole.

"So what brought this on Sage? Was this a ploy for me to stop interrogating Sun?" she asked with a smirk.

Sage shrugged with his eyes shifting from side to side "I just figured it's been a long time, and I wanted to ask you about your plans for continuing your degree."

Blake hummed, holding the pole with one hand and letting herself slowly twirl around it as she pondered. "I have thought about going back next year, I technically finished the fall term so I'd need to go back in January."

Sage leaned back in his seat, eyes glancing at the floor for a moment "did you consider the option of summer classes or anything like that? I'm sure Beacon U would be adaptable in light of your situation."

Blake's eyes glazed over for a moment, unsure of that proposition. Instead, she lift herself up the pole, locking her legs on it to hold herself upside down while she crossed her arms to ponder on the answer. Sage widened his eyes, impressed "shit you build your strength a lot, should show up it up more on stage Blake."

The faunus glanced at Sage and giggled "haven't found the best way to make it look enticing enough yet, I just like to hang down like that to think".

Sage let out a deep laugh, head hanging back on the chair's headrest and staying there a while, Blake smiled.

"I'll look up my options on their website, or maybe take an appointment with the counselor" said Blake lifting herself to an upright position once more, gliding down the pole and walking towards Sage.

Sage looked down, a shadow passing over his face in the dimly lit room, Blake frowned but didn't comment on it. She stopped on her way to sit on Sage's lap when he put a hand up in front of himself "bra."

Blake blinked "what was that?"

Sage didn't answer, he leaned his head back down towards her. His eyes were trained on her and she felt a small wave of uneasiness, something that she was unaccustomed to with Sage. He pushed on the armrests and got up from his seat to tower over her in a looming way that was very bizarre to him.

"Your bra. Take it off."

Blake felt her chest press inward, her stomach constrict, and she had to take a step back to try and stop herself from letting go of herself.

"What?"

"Drop it. I want to see your tits."

Blake's eyes widened in horror, her throat dried and she felt the old compelling force of habit and instinct telling her to just stop talking, stop trying to understand why she should do it and just do it. She knew it felt wrong, she felt uncomfortable and trapped. The last thing she wanted right now was to expose more of herself.

But she was also massively smaller than Sage.

Her hand came up behind her back and she felt a large hand on her elbow. The contact shocked her out of her trance and she met his golden gaze. He shook his head.

"Tell me no, Blake."

The dark haired beauty blinked, swallowing with difficulty. Sage pushed again "Tell me no, Blake."

Confusion wrapped in the already mess of thoughts that was Blake's mind and she frowned. "But y-"

"Blake" once again Sage voice was gentle, clear, but insisting. "Tell me no, stand your ground. I know you do not want to do as I asked."

The faunus rose a hand to her temple and she looked down, trying to understand what was happening. As if on auto pilot, she reached behind herself again but a second hand gently took hold of her wrist. Despite the soothing gesture, Blake felt a shiver of disgust, images of faceless men grabbing her wrists coming to mind "GET OFF!"

Shoving the large hands away, Blake backed away in a corner of the booth and glared at Sage, who merely smiled.

"Good."

The tall human sat back down with a shuddering sigh and smiled softly at her, eyes soft and apologetic.

"Did Sun put you up to this?" demanded Blake, venom in her tone. Sage frowned "of course not."

Blake crossed her arms in front of her chest defensively "then...how did you know? I never told you guys about ...this."

The large man sigh deeply, eyes going back to her own, face serious "I guessed."

A silence then, it filled the room as the finished song faded. Blake pulled her arms tighter around herself.

"Sage... why didn't you warn me? I thought... I felt so betrayed."

Sage had the decency to look down in shame, but his golden gaze went back to hers fast enough. "I apologize Blake, I want you to know I did it simply to try and push you forward. It was crass and felt wrong but... I feel like it brought you progress, even if it was a single baby step."

Blake nodded slowly, arms unwrapping themselves from her torso "I understand Sage. I won't lie, it shook my trust in you, but I think it's a good thing. I can't help being distrustful with what happened to me, but I shouldn't trust blindly either."

Sage gave her a nod, slowly getting up from the plush seat to walk up to her. His movements were slow and his eyes questioning when he opened his arms. "I'll understand if you do not feel comfortable with this just yet, but I'm willing to offer a hug in apology."

Blake couldn't help letting out a nervous mix of a chuckle and a sob, but she walked in his arms willingly. He lift her up, the same way he always did, and put her back down after giving her lithe form a soft squeeze with his big arms. Sage had always been a good hugger.

"Alright let's get out. Next time we all go out to the movies I'll buy you anything you want to eat as an apology gift, what do you say?"

Blake smiled softly "I'll consider your proposition."

Sage smiled back, folding his arms over his massive chest.

"Deal."

They came back to their friends' booth, sitting down on the plush seats next to Neptune and Scarlet. Blake looked around for Sun but couldn't see him anywhere in the club. She gave the guys an inquisitive look and Scarlet looked anywhere but at her.

"He probably saw a girl he liked going back from the bathroom and asked for private dances" shrugged Neptune, talking through his raised glass of beer. Blake rolled her eyes and nodded "Sure."

The rest of the night went by without any surprises, Sun eventually came back and the friends enjoyed each other's company for a couple of hours before the guys left. Blake worked a couple more hours and, just before leaving, send Yang a selfie before putting her normal clothes back on. Ignoring Velvet's pointed look, she dressed back with a light dust of pink on her cheeks.


When Sunday came, Blake could hardly contain her excitement. Yang and her had made plans to see each other the next day and Blake could barely wait.

As she was dressing herself to go back home she was making a plan in her head to jog to her apartment, eat something, take a shower and jump in bed right away so she could wake up early and spend more time with the blonde. With a nod to herself, she bid goodnight to Velvet, Tukson and started lightly jogging the entire way home.

Lightly panting as she reached her floor, Blake fished around her coat for her keys and froze in place at the sight of a figure slumped against her door.

"Yang? What are you doing here?" she breathed.

The brawler's head rose from her arms and she smiled tiredly at the faunus "hey you."

Blake walked up to Yang and held an arm for her to pull herself off the floor "hey yourself. Again, what are you doing here?"

Yang smiled nervously, looking away from Blake "I couldn't sleep?"

Blake gave her a stern look "you could have met me at the club, what's with you and sitting in the middle of a hallway?"

Yang chuckled from behind her as she unlocked the door "the way you're saying that it's like you aren't happy to see me!"

Blake pulled the taller girl inside the apartment by her jacket and pushed her up against the door, effectively slamming the door shut and Yang's mouth along with it. The faunus stood on tip toes and pressed herself against the blonde, breath caressing her cheek as she whispered into her ear "I was hoping you'd appear out of nowhere again when I needed you the most."

Blake didn't let Yang answer her, she pressed her lips to hers in a searing kiss, pressing her hands on the brawler's shoulders to keep her pinned to the door. The other girl didn't even try to push her off, wrapping her right arm around her waist and grabbing a handful of her coat to tug her closer to her. Blake inhaled sharply against the blonde's delicious lips and pressed forward, enjoying the way Yang would let her lead their embrace despite their difference in strength. It made her feel in control and she revealed in Yang's reactions to every press of their lips, every inch of their bodies in contact and... every sound.

"Gosh Blake, I missed you too" teased Yang, licking her lips as the faunus pulled away.

"And here I was hoping I successfully shut you up" groaned Blake as she leaned down to remove her boots.

"You'll have to work harder if you want me speechless babe."

The faunus looked behind her shoulder and smirked "didn't I already managed that a couple of times though?"

Yang didn't even try to deny it "you totally did, yep."

Blake left Yang in the small living room to get comfortable as she made her way to take a shower. She really didn't expect Yang to show up at this hour, even less at her apartment but the surprise was a good one. She was so excited to see her the next day that the idea of having an extra night alongside the brawler was making her feel giddy and flustered. She undressed in front of her shower and turned the water on, pressing her hands on her cheeks in self awareness. "God I feel like some smitten teenager."

She took the time to wash herself properly, but she might have scrubbed herself a little faster, who knows, she didn't time herself. When she was done she glanced at her blow drier and shrugged, more eager to join Yang than to dry her hair. Whatever, she thought, they will dry eventually. She made her way to her bedroom, grabbing a comfortable shirt to pull over her head before opening her underwear drawer. She paused, biting her lip. She wanted to put on nice underwear, but then again, maybe they wouldn't do anything like that. Sometimes they just enjoyed each other's company, they just slept next to each other, holding on to the other to feel comfortable and warm. Maybe Yang just came to keep her company after a long night at work.

Blake pressed her hand to her chest in contemplation, biting her lip a bit harder then necessary. What did that say about herself? Did she expect to have every encounter with Yang to be about sex? Yang had made it clear that it could be if she wanted it to be... but what did Yang want? Is this what she wanted for them tonight? Blake shook her head and breath in deeply. She felt like wearing cute underwear, and if it didn't lead to anything, then Yang wouldn't see them anyway. Nodding to herself in satisfaction, the faunus pulled on her pajama pants over the underwear she chose and left to meet Yang in the small apartment.

Sauntering back to the living room, Blake was surprised to see Yang in the kitchen instead. She stood in front of the oven, an opened can of tuna on the counter. Blake licked her lips at the smell. Yang turned her head towards the arriving faunus and gave her a shit eating grin "when I saw the cans of tuna I couldn't miss this opportunity to make you some grub AND make fun of you at the same time for liking tuna!"

Blake stared at the blonde, fighting the smile tugging at her lips with all her willpower. "You're a dick."

Yang let out a bark of a laugh, head tilting backward.

"I dun have one but I can buy one if you want" she said with a wriggle of her eyebrows. Blake huffed.

"Whatever, the tuna better be good."

And god, it was.

Rolling on her back on top of the love seat, Blake rubbed her stomach with a blissful smile on her face "that was divine... please make me food all the time."

Yang grinned and knelled in front of the small couch, leaning forward to rub her nose in Blake's neck "glad you liked it. I'm nothing special but I can cook a lot of different stuff. I used to cook for my sister and I all the time."

To Blake's surprise, the blonde's eyes drifted far away from the room, to old memories of her family perhaps. She frowned, Blake didn't want the brawler to dwell on sad memories if she could help it. She sat up, facing her and staring directly into her vibrant lilac eyes.

Yang swallowed, looking anywhere but at Blake. That wouldn't do. The faunus grazed one finger under the blonde's chin, lifting it upward. She could clearly see the jump of Yang's throat, the fast pace at which she inhaled, her chest moving up and down at a rate which pleased her ego. Golden eyes took in every inch of Yang's neck, the scar on her shoulder, the little freckles she could see splattered here and there on them. Yang rose a hand towards hers, clutching to her wrist.

It felt different somehow. She was used to controlling someone, to make them feel entranced and lost in their want for her body. She used to cling to the idea, as a mean to try and find a way to find herself again; but above all to feel in control of herself again. Yang wasn't wrong when she proposed to use her, that using Yang would grab some control over herself, over her own want and her own body. The biggest difference though was that Blake felt like she didn't want Yang exclusively for her body, she didn't feel attracted to the- to her champion sorely as a mean to undo the guilt she had covered herself in on her own.

Yang's throat bobbed again, and Blake couldn't help the sharp smirk that cut the corner of her lips. She didn't revel in the control she had over the champion, on the contrary, she caught herself being delighted by her reactions, by the way Yang would sweat and her skin would flush. It somehow brought a spark of excitement inside herself, something she had never felt with anyone at the club. This wasn't work, this wasn't her healing efforts...this was different, this was more personal than she ever thought possible.

Yang gently took hold of her hand, lowering it slightly. Her beautiful lilac eyes bore into her own, searching. Blake opened her mouth to speak but found herself silenced when the blonde took the finger she had been grazing her chin with into her mouth. Her stomach dropped and a powerful heat flared between her thighs.

Yang grinned around her finger, and with a wink, dipped her head to take Blake's finger into her mouth.

Blake's mouth stayed open, her eyes were wide and her pupils so dilated she felt like she had tunnel vision. Butterflies, moths, caterpillars, everything was dancing and flying and bouncing inside her stomach. Her own chest started heaving and she couldn't help the jerking reaction her hand made, trying to move away from the blonde's mouth. But Yang had another thing in mind, and her grip on her wrist was like steel.

Blake whimpered, ears falling backward on her head when Yang slowly, slowly pulled away, tongue passing one last time over her fingertip. The faunus could only gawk, breathing hard and fast as the brawler lead her hand down her throat, her chest and around her waist. Her eyes never leaving Blake's, she moved closer, kissing the corner of her lips lightly.

Oh how she suddenly wanted that mouth everywhere, wanted Yang to lay her down on the nearest surface and make her moan, make her scream. She craved every inch of her scorching skin over hers, wanted to feel the champion everywhere around and inside her. She wanted to be pinned, to be pushed down and roughed up. She wanted Yang to Destroy her.

Blake's breathing came harder, harsher. She couldn't think properly, couldn't categorize what she was feeling and why. Everything that was happening was strange and unfamiliar and she felt like she was going to lose her grip on herself at any moment. She thought she was getting better? Was she relapsing? Was this an episode and wanting this was wrong and filthy and- Yang touching her too much, Yang was making her feel too much. Did she like it? Was she frozen in fear or excitement? It was getting more and more hard to recognize anything that was happening suddenly, Yang's eyes were getting blurry and her face was losing her color and the room was getting dark and she couldn't think, couldn-

"Blake, Blake baby breathe. That's it, deep breaths. Iiiiiin and ouuuut."

The faunus closed her eyes and listened to Yang's voice, it was familiar and simple orders she could follow. The more she did, the better her thoughts would align and make sense again. She was with Yang, Yang was safe, Yang was warm and gentle.

"I'm sorry" the words left her mouth meekly, barely audible but Yang heard her because she felt her strong arms around her back.

"No need for that, can you tell me what's wrong? Can you explain what made you panic?"

Blake frowned, looking down to focus on her earlier thoughts. "I'm not entirely sure. Although I think I just...was feeling things very unfamiliar and ... I wasn't sure how to deal with them in my mind. I couldn't explain what I was feeling and I panicked."

She glanced back up at Yang, expecting to see some form of disappointment at what she had interrupted but the blonde merely looked pensive.

"Do you think you were...um how can I word that... fighting the urge to please a human? You know like what happened that time?"

Blake rose her free hand to her lips, lightly rubbing her nose in thoughts. She had not felt compelled to anything this time, she wasn't sure what had happened in her mind exactly but she knew that the shadows of last year was not the cause of her panic attack. Well, not directly at least.

"I don't believe it was that. I think... I think I just couldn't sort through emotions I hadn't really felt before... I just didn't know how to handle them, what to make of them."

Yang let the back of her fingers brush against her arm, down to the small scars inside her wrists and intertwined their fingers together. Blake felt a smile tug at her lips, she gazed up and into Yang's eyes. The lilac pools were filled with a fondness that was palpable and Blake couldn't help lowering her head to butt her head under Yang's chin. A chuckle vibrated from Yang's throat and into the furry ear pressed against it.

"If I might, what did you want in that moment before you panicked?"

Blake opened her eyes, staring at Yang's soft skin covering her collar bone. She wanted to bite at it again. Blinking, a grunt left her lips and she tried to focus on the blonde's question.

"I... I feel terrible about what I wanted, that's the problem."

Yang's voice was so soft and tender as she pressed her closer to her chest. "Tell me about it, it might not be as terrible as you think. I promise you Blake, no matter what it was, I won't think any less of you once you told me. We're both healing, we both need to share with each other."

Blake swallowed, closing her eyes tightly to try and control the panic that was attempting to silence her.

"I felt such a strong... a compelling force to have you take me forcefully. I wanted you everywhere, I wanted you to make me scream, to make me yours... To push me down and make me lose my mind."

Yang's tightened her hold on her hand, her breathing coming up irregular suddenly and Blake's ears fell on her head; convinced that Yang was repulsed or horrified by her admission. The blonde then cleared her throat, voice coming out weak and raspy. "Well that is certainly not what I expected, wow...okay."

"I'm sorry" Blake pushed away from Yang, only to be pulled back to the soft chest of the brawler.

"Nuh huh. Nope, you ain't moving from there." Blake made a confused sound and Yang cleared her throat again, her voice coming out clearer this time.

"To be fair, you can't blame me for having been caught off guard by that. I just basically went from clean underwear to soaked in two seconds so you'll have to give me a minute."

A deep blush covered Blake's cheeks and she pushed off Yang's chest to look up at her. The champion was leaning her face forward into her scarf, hiding the lower part of her face under it and looking everywhere but at the faunus. The rest of her face was as red as a tomato. Blake blinked.

"That sounded... normal?"

Yang glanced back at her in surprise. "Well, yeah, you were really turned on and I guess at the moment you just really wanted me to fuck you. Rougher sex doesn't automatically mean that its gonna be violent or suddenly all about taking advantage of someone... it can be an itch that needs scratching once in a while if you know what I mean?"

Blake frowned, taking the time to ponder what the blonde just told her.

"Suddenly wanting you to take me forcefully shouldn't be a bad sign?"

Yang rose her hand to the back of her head, scratching her neck in embarrassment. "Between you and me Blake, no, I dun think so. Because you trust me enough to do it without hurting you? I'm pretty sure that you know I would stick to what you're comfortable with and nothing else... and that's what's important in this situation. Besides..."

Blake's head tilted to the side, awaiting Yang to continue. She gave her a bright salacious smile. "I'm pretty sure you've been dying for me to do that since you gave me that private dance at the club that first night!" The blonde emphasized her words with a flex of her arm and a toss of her beautiful hair behind her shoulder. Blake laughed, feeling the smile tug at her lips and no urge to hide it. "You are so full of yourself."

Yang blew a raspberry and wrapped her arm back around the faunus "I'm much better than I was, trust me."

"Are you implying that the mighty Yang Xiao Long was some hot headed UFC fighter that was full of herself? I couldn't have dreamed that was the case!"

Yang gave her shifty eyes and Blake giggled "What? Am I wrong?"

Yang deflated "you aren't."

The faunus bit her lip with a smile, very amused by the display. She rose her hands to the blonde's luscious mane and combed her fingers in it towards the back of the human's head. Yang closed her eyes and groaned deeply. "Are you trying to kill me here?"

Blake snickered "like you said, you already need to change your underwear don't you".

"That's an understatement, I can prove you how bad it is."

Blake's eyes twinkled with curiosity and she grinned at the blonde "go ahead"

Without missing a beat, Yang took Blake's hand again and took it to the hem of her pants. Blake felt her breath get stuck in her throat and the next thing she knew she was cupping the brawler. Understatement was an understatement.

"How is it possible for you to already be this wet" asked Blake in amazement. Yang chuckled breathlessly, breath hitching slightly when the faunus rubbed her finger across her lips, gathering moisture on the tip.

"How is it possible for you to be this insanely hot?" the blonde answered, breathless.

Blake blushed deeply, and Yang took the opportunity to remove her hand from her panties. They both stared at the drenched fingers between them, and then, as if she had planned it all, as if this was just another pun for Yang, she slipped her tongue out and pressed it against the hand, gliding across her palm and up to the tip of her index.

A pause, and then Blake's breath came out shakily "Holy fuck."

Yang's tongue dipped in between her index and her middle finger, gathering more fluid on her tongue before retracting into her mouth. The smile she gave Blake next was downright sinful, it made a harsh shiver run down the faunus spine. "Fuck."

Yang sprang back to her feet and before Blake could utter a single word, she had wrapped her legs around the blonde and was being carried across the room and towards her own. She gripped Yang's strong back and hurriedly kissed her neck, pausing briefly to bite on her earlobe and tug on it. Yang groaned in response, pausing in her strides to push Blake against one of her bookshelf, trapping her with her body as their mouths found each others in a clash of lips and teeth.

Blake felt her nails dig in the blonde's back as their hips pushed close together, making her inhale sharply against the blonde's mouth "Yang..."

Grunting in acknowledgment, the brawler pulled her away from the shelves and towards her bed. Blake tugged as Yang tried to dump her on the bed, making the both of them fall over in a heap. Squealing in delight, both of them laughed as they met again in a deep kiss, lips sliding against each other much slower now that they were on a stable surface. Yang pushed herself down over Blake and the faunus pulled her harshly forward, wanting the weight of the blonde to push her into the mattress. This weight was delightful and completely different from the weight of a sweaty man grunting on top of her.

Blake shook her head and gasped, inhaling in the scent of Yang as she stood on her knees to tug her shirt off of herself. The sheer sight of Yang's muscular body, the lightly tanned skin covering soft curves and sharp muscles made her forget everything else. She hurriedly pushed herself to a sitting position and circled her arms around Yang to reach the clasp of her bra.

As she undid the clasp, Yang let her hand fall in between her furry ears, combing her fingers through her wet hair and caressing the sides of her ears as if she knew exactly where to touch. As if she had a PHD in petting her ears, like it was her goddamn job and it was magnificent.

"Aaaahn..."

Her body felt weak and her arms gave out from around the brawler's back, making her fall back on the bed with a small bounce.

"Would you look at that... looks like I tamed the feisty Blake~".

Blake looked up at Yang as she undid her prosthetic and let it fall to the side of the bed. Her bra was also discarded and the golden eyes widened at the sight. "Shit you're perfect."

Yang let out a giggle, bending over her, left hand falling to the side of the faunus' head. "Takes one to know one."

Blake blinked.

Yang that didn't make any sen- hnn!"

The faunus moaned, her head falling backwards against the mattress as Yang pressed their hips together and Blake couldn't help spreading her legs further to let Yang settle in between them. She wanted Yang closer, so much closer, every inch separating them was too much, always too much. Eventually Yang's pants made it to the floor, and sometimes soon her own followed until the only articles of clothing still on them were Blake's shirt and both their panties.

"Blake..."

Yang slid to her right side, Blake automatically turning to her left to cling back to her. The blonde let her fingers caress down her back, pausing to cup her bum through the underwear before sliding downward, taking a hold of her thigh. Blake cupped the brawler's face, pressing kisses on her lips, on her jaw. She inhaled sharply when Yang pulled her thigh up to her hip and started rocking back and forth between her legs.

The faunus staggered, her hands took a hold of what was the closest, which happened to be the golden locks as she held on for dear life. The sheer amount of lust and desire that crashed through her at that point was nothing she had ever experienced. She was at a loss, she was so turned on by Yang that she felt like she could reach climax just by Yang's choice of actions alone.

"Fuck Yang."

The blonde smirked against her lips, hand now cupping her ass under her panties in a delicious way "something wrong there Blakey?"

Blake moaned helplessly, rocking back against Yang in rhythm. "You're going to make me lose my mind Yang" she said breathlessly.

Yang smiled "good", before crashing their lips together in a burning kiss, sealing their mouths together. Blake wrapped her arms around Yang's neck, holding on for dear life as her mind filled itself with every breath, every sound, everything that she could feel of Yang at the moment. It was bliss in its purest form, like her own personal miracle that came down upon her to heal her mind, heal her soul.

"Because you already made me lose mine long ago" whispered Yang, rolling Blake to her back once more.

The faunus whined, missing the heat of the champion's scorching body against hers, but Yang wasn't done with her. Her hand tugged at Blake's shirt, and the faunus lift herself up, trying to help the blonde in removing her shirt as soon as possible. Once thrown across the room, the shirt was no longer hiding Blake from Yang's eyes and she took a moment to stare down at her lover. Blake couldn't help raising her arms over her head with a small smile tugging at her lips. "Enjoying what you see?"

Yang shook her head slowly, eyes so dark and pupils so blown that Blake briefly swore she saw them red for a moment. "So much" she whispered, hand coming down to press forward against Blake's chest, going over her ribs and between her breast. Blake moaned, pushing her chest into Yang's hand, trying to coax her into caressing her breast, her nipples stiff in need.

Yang's eyes were heavy lidded as they trailed her body, as they traveled across her chest, up her jaw and all around her face, taking in every emotion she made it seemed; and slowly, slowly she bend down to take one of her nipples in her mouth.

Blake threw her head back in satisfaction, Yang's tongue was soft and warm on her flesh. She felt a wave of relief go through her as Yang's hand covered the other one that stood neglected. Her mind spun a bit at the sheer relief it procured her and she couldn't help another whine leaving her mouth when the blonde let her nipple go with a smack of her lips.

Blake met Yang's eyes, losing herself in the violet pools. Briefly, she acknowledged the hand pushing her underwear down her legs, but she she was busy pulling her arms back down and pushing her own fingers down over her chest. She stroked her fingers over her collarbone, across her ribs and finally back up to cover her breast. Her eyes never leaving Yang's.

And now Yang's eyes truly were red. Instead of questioning this phenomenon, she lift her butt, making Yang able to remove her panties easily before throwing them aside.

"Blake, keep your eyes on me."

The faunus nodded, confused slightly but trusting the brawler whole heartily. Yang smiled and pushed herself down on her belly, she grabbed her hips and pulled her close to her face. Blake wanted to protest, to tell her she didn't have to do something so filthy... But then she couldn't help but wonder why exactly should she think of this as disgusting or wrong.

Her trail of thoughts abruptly stopped at the first press of Yang's mouth against her. Oh.

"Oh."

Yang smirked and used her hand to pull her right leg over her shoulder, pressing her face closer. She was so worked up, so ready that the mere brush of Yang's tongue over her sensitive flesh was heaven, oblivion, a cure.

"Yang!"

The blonde certainly enjoyed her exclamations, because she leaned forward and slipped her tongue past her lips and into her entrance. A breathless gasp left the faunus' lips and she shuddered in need.

"Your tongue is so hot..."

Yang grinned against her, pushing her face even closer between the faunus' legs. There was a time and place for one liners while one was having sex, it just happened to be all the time for the brawler. She felt the tongue pulling out and she groaned at the loss.

"Will you burn for me, Blake?"

Blake let out a breathless moan, helpless to the fluttering in her stomach and the pleasure running through her entire body. Yang curled her tongue upward, brushing against her front wall and she rose a shaky hand towards Yang's head, intent on petting her hair, caressing her face; anything to show her appreciation. That's when Yang's slick tongue rubbed over her clit, and any selfless action left her mind.

"Aaah!"

Blake's claws embedded themselves in the mattress furiously, her back arching in a painful looking angle as her eyes closed tightly. Yang only hummed, tongue lazily rolling around her clit in large circles. Blake gasped for breath, leaning forward to try and touch Yang, but the brawler wrapped her strong arms around her hips and heaved her off the bed. Her back hit the mattress again and she could only stare ahead, panting as the blonde pulled her back to her mouth. Blake felt dizzy, it was getting increasingly difficult for her to breathe and Yang's tongue...

Yang's tongue was so hot she wanted it to consume her entirely.

And it felt like she was, every stroke felt like being devoured, like every inch of her was delicious, and like Yang wanted to taste all of her.

All of her.

Faunus or not, Yang clearly didn't give a damn.

A sob wracked in her chest as she rose the hand that wasn't clutching her sheets to slap over her mouth. She was ashamed of the sounds coming out of her mouth, those were the sounds of a good girl and she was done with that role. As if she could read her mind, the wonderful brawler between her thighs lift concerned eyes towards her.

"It's okay if you make sounds Blake, it tells me where to touch you; what you like." Her red eyes darkened in a way that twisted her insides, "getting the ever quiet Blake Belladonna to moan my name is the hottest thing I've ever heard."

Blake stared at the blonde through thick eyelashes, vision swimming. She watched as Yang smiled at her, winking before wrapping her lips around her clit. Blake could not stop the choked moan that followed. Her orgasm hit her like a wave, like something from Yang's mouth made its way through her and crashed through her veins, setting them on fire; but at the same time, soothing her like nothing else had in years. Blake grasped at anything to stay afloat, the sheets, the mattress, the headboard, Yang's hair and shoulders. The wave settled across her body, rewarding every inch of her frame with a shiver as she felt her back rest back against the mattress again, the feather like touch of Yang's fingertips on her feverish flesh.

Blake's body was still trembling in Yang's arms when the blonde wrapped herself around her gently. A long sigh came out of her lips and her back arched one last time in a stretch. Blake opened her eyes lazily, looking up at Yang with a serene smile cut across her face.

"Do you still feel dirty Blake? Because I dun usually get addicted so fast to things I only ate once."

Blake hid her face in her hands and groaned, but she couldn't wipe the smile off her face as Yang bend down to pepper her neck with kisses. Pushing weakly at the eager blonde's face, Blake smiled serenely at her.

"Thank you."

Yang grinned "although I'm sure the sex was very enjoyable I have a feeling that this is for something else".

"Well, you aren't wrong" huffed Blake, putting a hand to her chest to try and calm the fluttering she still felt alongside the heavy panting. "But I meant thank you for showing me a side of me I thought was dead."

Yang's eyes grew soft and Blake noticed that their color was back to their gentle lilac. She lift one of the faunus' hand to her lips and gently kissed every knuckle "you are so very welcomed."

And without ushering another word, without wasting another minute; the both of them shuffled under the sheets and embraced tightly, lulled by each other's heart beat.