I went back to chapter one to change the title Yang won from "heavy weight" to "light weight" because since I actually watch UFC, I felt it was appropriate to put the real weight classes in my story. UFC doesn't have the light weight division for women yet, but I feel like Yang would be a heavier build than featherweight so I just put it in.
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Yang's leg bounced under her hook, making the table shake slightly under her coffee mug. She wasn't a coffee drinker but the stress and lack of sleep made her believe that a cup of black coffee would be a great idea.
It wasn't.
Sun made his way slowly towards where she sat near the back of the café. He looked apprehensive, worried and she couldn't stand looking at him longer than strictly necessary to show she acknowledged his presence. A mug similar to hers now sat on the small table.
"Any news?"
Sun shook his head and Yang glanced his way. He had black bags under his eyes and she couldn't remember ever seeing a more weary expression on his face since she met him.
"Neptune said there was a report of a human being stabbed to death in an apartment building suspect of criminal activity, but according to the other EMTs he had been mugged and it went wrong. Probably not our guy."
Yang rubbed her hand across her face before picking up her mug.
"That looks disgusting by the way" mumbled Sun, slowly pouring sugar in his own beverage.
"It tastes as bad as it looks."
Sun snickered, gulping down a mouthful "ah that hits the spot."
Yang set her mug down, fighting back nausea. This was her second serving of black sludge.
"Any news from our guy directly?"
Sun slowly shook his head "no, other than that one time I doubt he wants me even more involved than I already am."
Yang gave him a nod "I'm actually thankful that seems to be the end of your involvement."
Sun slammed his hand on the table, making their mugs shake "It's not enough! If Adam would let me in on his scheme I could gather enough intel to stop all of this!"
Yang yanked the faunus back down by his shirt and gave a low hiss "shut up! What if one of his own hears you? We're not having small talk here. Remember, he's our guy, no names."
Sun looked around them, smiling sheepishly at the curious eyes glancing their way. "Fuck, my bad."
Yang groaned, putting her hook on the table to lean on her elbows and closer towards Sun. "Now, we both know that the first human that got our guy's wrath disappeared, but we haven't found him yet. Do you think it's possible that our guy is...keeping him?"
Sun blinked slowly at her, tail pulling up to his chin and scratching his stubble "keeping him? Why the hell would he keep him?"
Yang bit her lip, glancing down at the table. "You told me that our guy was mighty protective of Blake, do you think maybe he... might be torturing him or something? I dunno, I'm kinda going for worst case scenario in my mind. Like... do you think he might make him endure what Blake...did?"
Sun inhaled deeply, eyes widening "woah."
Yang scratched her head "I dunno our guy that much, Blake never told me anything about him other than she used to hang out with him when she was a kid. That they would get in trouble together and hang out. She didn't specify he grew up to own a club that was a cover up for gang dealing, yaknow."
Sun nodded feebly, clearing his throat "she might not know that part actually."
Yang frowned "how could she not? She's smart, and they seem pretty damn close, aren't they?"
"Yeah, but from what I gathered, our guy turned to that kind of dealing after Blake disappeared. At first he was just a club owner, but then he needed fast cash to search for her and the club turned into a strip club. It was surprisingly a very good deal for a lot of girl faunus who needed the extra cash and wanted to feel safer."
Yang leaned her chin on her palm, looking back at the table. This was not what she expected, Adam just looked like such a fancy crook that the label just fit naturally. Maybe the guy was just really trying to keep Blake safe, but in a different, less legal way. She couldn't agree with it, but she had to admit that if she saw the humans responsible for Blake's ordeal right now she couldn't promise she would keep her head.
"Keep your eyes open when you go to the White Fang will you? I can't go as often as I'd like, the closer I get to Blake the less I feel comfortable seeing her while she's working."
Sun's serious face fell into a smug grin "closer huh? How close are we talking about huh? Should I give you the big brother treatment?"
Yang scoffed "bitch please, I worship the very ground she walks on, there's no way I would dare hurt her."
Sun opened his mouth and closed it, dumbstruck. "Wow Yang, no fucking filter, I'm not sure if I'm impressed or worried."
Yang shrugged, picking up her mug with her hook and taking a sip of the awful liquid "both is what I feel, so go with that."
Sun rolled his eyes but smiled, leaning back his head to down the rest of his mug of coffee. The ceramic made a dull sound as it made contact with the table and Yang glanced back at Sun as he got up.
"I have to go, I got one more shift in a couple of hours and I didn't get one wink of sleep since, like, several days."
Yang frowned, worry making its way into her face from the look Sun gave her.
"Don't you dare go mom mode on me you hypocrite. Go home and try to relax, I've seen how much time you spent in the gym since that night. You need to seriously chill."
Yang glared at him.
"And you need to stop doing overtime and get a full fucking night of sleep Sun."
Sun glared back at her, their eyes locked in a dirty expression and annoyance. She knew he was right, and she knew she was right.
The faunus' face shifted into a happy grin, sticking his tongue out before jogging towards the exit with one last wave "go bother Ruby or something. RELAAAAAAX!"
Yang huffed, leaning back in the uncomfortable chair of the cafe. Perhaps Sun had the right idea, she couldn't recall when was the last time she hung out with her little sister since she met Blake. Had she even saw her since? She knew they had exchanged texts a couple of time but she might have not seen her and her partner since.
Yang rolled her neck, trying to get rid of the kinks and the soreness. Maybe a day off of gym without Blake was an option. She hated to admit it, but she spent her whole week counting the days until the faunus' next weekend. She refused to feel guilty or concerned about it, spending time with the beautiful woman was both soothing and challenging. A bright smile crept to her face and she got up, ignoring the last mouthful of coffee in her mug. It was time to be social.
Yang's bright smile was answered by a familiar scowl at the door.
"And where the fuck did you hide for a month?"
"It's great to see you too Weiss, may I come in?"
The smaller woman merely squinted her eyes at her, frown deepening as the door opened wider.
"Please come in. You're early, we didn't have time to set the silverware yet, or did you want a red carpet rolling from the door to the dining room?"
Yang walked past Weiss, taking off her jacket and hanging it on the back of the couch. "A dozen doves released at my arrival would have been most appreciated."
Weiss closed the door and walked briskly past the tall blonde, dodging Yang's prodding finger aimed at her ribs on her way past her. "Dick."
"Mhmm."
The brawler heard the high pitched laughter of her sister coming from the kitchen and followed Weiss towards it. The spacious room smelled divine and Yang felt her stomach give a low growl of hunger. "Damn little sis, what smells so good? Can't be anything I taught you how to make."
Weiss paused on her way to the cupboard to glance back at Yang with a pout of disdain "thankfully she learned taste."
Ouch.
"Ouch. Weiss one, Yang zero!" came the excited voice of Ruby as she hip checked the door of the fridge closed. Yang whined "oh that's what we're doing then. You're being mean Weiss; you must have missed me a lot!"
Weiss "hmfed" and started setting the plates down on the table.
Yang took out the utensils and started setting them up next to the plates, clearing her throat with nervousness. "So, I know I haven't been around..."
"Goddamn understatement."
"Right" continued Yang "so, as I was saying, I know I haven't been around; but I got a really good reason."
"Well, this reason obviously got you in a great mood, so I'm pretty happy about it already" said Ruby casually before leaning on Yang to kiss her cheek.
"Oh don't make her feel good about it, I'm sure it's either immature or depraved."
Ruby grinned towards her partner "maybe depraved, immature though? You're both already having quite a go at it."
Weiss' face turned a deep shade of red and she crossed her arms tightly over her small chest "hey!"
Yang gave a barking laugh, hand going up for a high five out of habit. Ruby froze, and Yang noticed a bit late that she had lifted her hook up. It wasn't the same, it never could be the same ever again. Clearing her throat self consciously she wiggled her prosthetic slightly "hehe, maybe I should get myself a hand attachment for high fives?"
Ruby's face instantly softened, hand going up to lightly tap her hook "maybe."
Once they were settled and enjoying their meal, Yang spoke up again.
"So, how's work? Did things calm down since you girls closed the trade slavers case?"
Ruby and Weiss shared a look, it was something they seemed to do more and more every time Yang would hang out with them. She was glad that her sister had someone like that, but couldn't help the pang in her chest at the thought that this used to be their thing.
"Well, Weiss and me-"
"Weiss and I."
"Weiss and I" corrected Ruby without missing a beat "haven't been on anything as serious since then. She's happy about it, but I miss the action. She's the only officer I know that enjoys paperwork. Who enjoys paperwork?" exclaimed Ruby, an exasperated tinge to her voice.
Yang grinned, glancing at Weiss to see the small woman daintily pulling her fork to her mouth, dutifully ignoring Ruby's jab.
"Well, at least she pulled the pen out of her ass. Thank god for that."
Weiss scoffed, swallowing her food before answering "We both know you're the only one who put anything up her ass in their lifetime."
"Wow!" Ruby let go of he fork and covered her ears while aggressively yelling in a screech "IDIDN'TNEEDTOHEARTHATIDIDN'TNEEDTOHEARTHAT!"
"Hey I'm down to try things out, maybe loosening it up down there would do you some good officer Shnee."
"Don't be crass. You've been filling out the silence enough now, what's your reason for going M.I.A for nearly a month?"
Yang took a deep breath, glancing at her sister who was removing her hands from her ears, sensing the air shifting back to serious. She couldn't delay this any longer it seemed, damn that Weiss and her perception skills.
"I...I met someone."
Ruby's face contorted into a smile that was nearly cartoon standard, Weiss however scowled.
"Are you shitting me? That can't be right."
Yang shook her head, golden locks framing her pink face "it's not what you think, not exactly. Do you guys remember the night of the arrest?"
"Of course we do? How could we forget such a nerve racking raid."
"Then you must remember the girl I found in the basement..."
Weiss paused, face softening from her scowl into a slow recognition. Ruby merely frowned, seemingly in an attempt to remember Blake's appearance.
"The faunus?"
Yang nodded, hand coming up to rub at the jonction of her prosthetic "I found her."
"Oh my god! Is she doing well? Did she recover from the trauma? Have you guys bonded over it?"
Yang was thankful when Weiss softly grabbed the back of Ruby's shirt and pulled her back in the chair, giving her a look. Ruby, apparently chastised silently by the smaller girl, coughed in her hand and waved it in front of her towards Yang. "And how did that go?"
Yang smiled fondly at her sister, glad to see that nothing had changed. She leaned back in her chair and drummed her fingers next to her plate. "She recognized me first, but I remembered her when I saw the marks on her wrists. And then I remembered her eyes... they are a bright amber, almost gold. Her voice, it sounds kinda husky, I thought it sounded like that because of the smoke, but it didn't."
Yang took a sip of her wine and sigh out in satisfaction. "She's quiet, she has a calm demeanor about her and she is full of raw passion. I'm sure you'd love her Weiss" said the blonde with a grin that fell when she saw the expression on Weiss' face.
"Oh my god I can't believe this shit."
"What?" asked Yang, confusion etched in her voice. Ruby let out a mighty squeal and both Weiss and Yang covered their ears.
"Yang's in love! Oh my god I can't wait to tell everyone!"
Yang felt panic rising in her chest, this was not what she had planned. Her stupid mouth had just started blabbering and exposed herself in less than a minute. She took a deep, soothing breath and calmly tried to settle her sister down. "Ruby, Ruby it's not what you think. Blake and I aren't dating or anything."
"So what are Blake and you then, hmm? Because as much as I'm not sharing Ruby's overreaction, I am very curious to meet the person who managed to snare you so deep" chortled Weiss with a glint in her eyes.
Fuck.
"Look Weissicle, Blake and I aren't a couple. We just... rely on each other to heal yaknow? When I spend time with her she reminds me that I lost my arm for a reason. That because a part of me is gone, she got a chance to get out of hell and live her own life. I can't really explain what we are, but... we aren't dating."
Weiss was scowling at her again, trying to peer into her eyes to find something she wasn't telling them. Ruby was simply smiling softly at her sister, cheek laying in her upturn palm. "No matter how you put it, it sounds like a happy ending sis."
Yang's cheek flushed, she shook her head and rose her prosthetic in front of her.
"It might sound good, but it's definitely not any kind of ending. I'm better than I was, I'm making progress...but neither of us are anywhere near our end goal when it comes to our trauma." She smiled softly, thinking about the faunus was always such a balm on her mood. It was no wonder that both women had found her out so fast, she must look like a lovesick puppy. That was so far from how she used to act, how she used to behave around the time she got her title match. Nowadays she was almost ashamed of how she used to act, seeing it as conceited and arrogant. And as she was busy being all that, her sister was working on unveiling the plot responsible for trapping Blake into a life of slavery... The thought made her nauseous.
Weiss snapped her back to the present with a literal snapping of her fingers in her face "earth to Yang, are you okay? Like really?"
Yang looked down at the table, feeling a small smile tug at the corner of her mouth. "No, but I will be."
Yang pushed the doors open, inhaling the smell of blood, sweat and tears. This was home.
Stepping around some pieces of equipment, she made a beeline for a tall red head that was currently busy on the speed bag. Here stood Pyrrha Nikos, current featherweight UFC champion and long time sparring buddy of Yang. The blonde gave an appreciative look over to her friend's form and whistled low "Nikooooos looking gooood!"
Pyrrha's hands stopped the bag instantly, head twisting to the side to see who was interrupting her training. When her eyes settled on the blonde they lit up in delight and she turned fully to face her. "Yang! I haven't seen you in ages!"
Yang smiled brightly, stepping closer to hug her friend, but the red head took a small step back "oh you don't want to hug me right now, I'm drenched in sweat."
Yang's lips blew a raspberry and she jumped forward to grapple the other woman in a tight hug "come'here!"
Pyrrha laughed as the blonde hugged her close, reciprocating with a hug of her own. Her smile didn't diminish when they pulled appart. "Tell me, how are you holding up?"
She knew how to cut to the chase, Yang always appreciated that in her "oh you know... It's hardest when I'm home alone, so I try to keep myself busy. I drink less, and I started appreciating the little things more."
The red head gave her a nod, hand squeezing her shoulder like she always did "I'm proud of you."
Yang brushed her hand away, trying to stop the flood of emotions crawling up her body "thanks mom. Wanna get down and dirty along your core with me or what?"
"Alright" agreed Pyrrha, reaching for her water bottle and her towel.
They leisurely made their way to a clear part of the floor and sat down on the mats. As they exercised, Yang was asking about Pyrrha's training, her fights and her plans. She was purposely making the conversation all about Pyrrha. Yang knew that she didn't want to think, speak or mention anything about her future, because the thought made her feel like lead filled her stomach. The idea that she needed to think "what next?" at some point was a huge source of distress and the best way she found to ignore that feeling was to exercise aimlessly and focus on Blake.
It wasn't that she was trying to avoid her own problems, but the mere thought of all the changes her accident would bring her in the long term was suffocating, and it brought her anxiety to critical level. It was new, it was sudden, and Yang had no idea how to deal with that kind of predicament. Sure, as a kid she had to grow up very fast and take care of her sister when her father wouldn't. But that used to be stress about someone's well being. It wasn't about her. Yang never knew, never learned how to focus on herself on a deeply personal level.
"Yang?" Pyrrha's voice shook her out of her reverie and she smiled in apology.
"Sorry Pyrr, lost in thoughts for a second."
The red head gave her a scrutinizing look, and Yang couldn't help cowering under it. Her friend was very insightful, and it scared the shit out of her right now. She wasn't ready to have a break down in the middle of her gym. She just... she just couldn't do that. Especially not in here.
"I'm fine."
The red head nodded her head slowly "if you say so. But I'm not forgetting about this."
Yang swallowed with difficulty and reached for her water bottle, drinking the last couple of sips. "Gimme a sec, I need to fill this, then we'll go do legs."
"Sure. I'll be here."
Yang walked to the nearby water fountain. She needed to focus on something else, anything else so that her thoughts would stop filling with dread and panic. She glanced back at Pyrrha and looked around the gym. She was surprised to see Pyrrha's personal trainer nowhere to be found. When she sat back on the mat next to her friend she spoke up "where's Aly?"
"Oh she's been planning her wedding and it makes her super nervous. I told her to take the day off and calm herself, she really needs the time to cool off."
"That's nice of you, regular Pyrrha thoughtfulness" teased Yang, a smile on her face. "How about I keep an eye on your form in her place today?"
Pyrrha looked genuinely surprised "you'd really do that?"
The blonde scoffed "of course! Who do you think I am? We might not exactly have the same proficiency, but we do share similar styles. Besides, I studies all the martial arts I dun use, just to get the upper hand in fights!"
Pyrrha smiled softly at her, making her heart flutter a bit at the concern and kindness her friend always had for everyone around her. The red head was closest thing she knew to a saint.
"You're on."
Later, Yang was drying her hair with a towel, using her stump to hold her hair against her hand and squeeze the wetness out of it as much as possible. She walked to the living room and let go of her luscious mane to turn the tv on.
"- no further commentary could be pulled out of the minister about those allegations."
Yang walked back to the bathroom and started the blow drier. Drying her hair wasn't as easy as it used to be, but if she didn't she'd have to untangle a mess after waking up tomorrow morning so she powered through the ordeal.
Her phones started vibrating over the counter, its lights flashing to alert her as the sound of the blow drier covered its up beat song. It was Sun.
"Hey Sun what's u-"
"Yang the news, now!"
Yang frowned, jogging back to the living room, her eyes bulging out of her head when she saw the reporter standing in front of the Vale river, with police cars behind her.
Around twenty minutes away from Yang's apartment, Blake was currently working. It was her turn on the main stage and she switched her current heels for her tallest ones. She didn't do the main stage as much as she used to, but not because of her lack of talent. Blake had very recently began to reduce her work hours, choice for which Adam was thoroughly supportive.
Blake stepped lightly towards the stage, each step of her heels clacking on the cat walk as if she owned it.
Ironically, it seemed that the less she showed on stage, the more the "audience" seemed to enjoy her showing up.
"I am standing at the Vale River where a corpse has been discovered."
She paused in the center, looking around at the featureless faces around the stage as she rolled her shoulders, hip cocked to one side. With a well practiced smirk she took a hold of the pole and let gravity take her into a familiar slow twirl around it, hips undulating to the slow beat.
"The body has been fished out late last night while two aquatic faunus were working on the bottom of the river."
With a throw of her head, she pushed the hair away from her face and squeezed the pole between her thighs, rotating parallel to the ground while holding herself only by her legs. She let gravity pull her upper body down slowly, her thighs still holding on to the pole firmly. Pushing her hands on the floor, she opened her legs, crossing them around the pole once more but closer to her knees.
"The body has been identified has a human male of approximately thirty years old and the time of death appears to be around two weeks ago."
Kicking the air she took some speed, pulling her body in the air and twisting it around the pole. The music seemed to follow every movement she made instead of the other way around, and her hand swiped downwards to slap a twenty dollar bill back towards its owner as she went. The crowd cheered as one.
"No suspect seems to be acknowledged as of right now, but we cannot rule out gang activity being mixed in the supposed murder."
The dark haired beauty lift herself up higher on the pole and hooked one knee around it, letting her body fall back with the ribbons fluttering down her arms. Her muscles clenched and she twirled her hands around in lazy flicks, ribbons following her wrists movements.
"There is so far no indication of where the body has been discarded prior the retrieving, or if this was indeed a score settling linked to gang violence. Laurence Goodwright, Vale River."
Setting her heels back on the stage, Blake leaned back heavily on the pole, arching her back and rolling her hips forward, watching bills being thrown at her feet once again. With one last bass cord, the song ended and Blake left, flauntingly swaying her hips side to side as she totally ignored the money still littering the stage. Let them throw their money at her, she wouldn't bend for any of it.
Yang's hold on the remote control slackened, the piece of plastic falling to the floor in a clatter as Yang ran for the door. The cold air of the night was freezing on her skin, beads of water cooling instantly under the wind of late May. The blonde had no idea what she would do when she got to the White Fang, all she knew is that she needed to know Blake was aware, that Blake was safe and wary of her boss. Yang didn't know what to think.
Skidding past the alley she knew was a short cut to the club, Yang brushed against a man who yelled at her to "be careful bitch!". Her throat was on fire and she could feel her sore muscles screaming at her. It had been a leg day today.
Panting harshly, Yang stared at the line in front of the White Fang, knowing that showing up in that state would just look alarming. She glanced to the side and jogged towards the back door, where the staff smoked on their breaks and where Blake usually left from. Thankfully, Tuckson was leaning on the door, taking a long drag of a freshly lit cigarette.
"What's up champion, you out for a late night run?" asked the large faunus, a grin covering his sharp fangs.
Yang nodded, breathless. Saying the truth didn't seemed like a good idea at the moment, and so she played on the bouncer's assumption. "Yeah, thought I'd come by and see my favorite felines. Do you know if Blake's free right now?"
Tuckson laughed and tapped his ashes to the side. "You guys sure got close didn't you? Hold this." He handed Yang his cigarette and pulled the door open, poking his head inside and looking around. He glanced back at the blonde and winked "gimme a sec."
Yang watched as the large faunus let the door close behind him, blocking the view she had inside the building. Her breathing still came harshly, her calves were on fire and she felt like the inside of her mouth was dry as could be. Probably tasted like that smoke smelled too.
After what felt like an eternity, Tuckson came out. He plucked his cigarette from Yang's fingers and shoved it back between his lips with a smirk. "Don't make a lady wait" he winked, pulling the door open for her. Yang didn't waste any time and rushed inside, pushing the door of the entrance aside and marveling at the instant heat that warmed her cool skin.
"Yang" smiled Blake when she saw her, already walking up to her from the wall she was leaning on. Yang grabbed Blake and forcefully pulled her to her chest, holding her there tightly. Blake held unto the brawler's exposed shoulders, her body stiff as Yang hugged her firmly. "Yang?"
The blonde let go immediately, face turning red and eyes darting down to look at the floor. "Sorry! I just-" she needed to come up with a lie right now, she didn't know if she should just up and tell Blake the truth on the spot. Who knows who might be listening in? "I just missed you so damn much all of a sudden, I basically just ran over here."
A heavy silence washed over the both of them and Yang felt a wave of heat swallow her entire face. That's not what she had meant to say, that sounded absolutely bonkers. Before she could drown in her self belittling anymore Blake stepped in, giggling at her antics.
"Really now? This couldn't wait Sunday night? Or tonight even?" Blake was teasing her, she could feel it, her smile was larger than it usually was when she enjoyed playing with her. "My oh my...this could get us in trouble." The blonde was about to say sorry when she saw the playful glint in Blake's eye, silencing her apologies. "What if my boss saw us?"
Yang knew Blake was just playing, but a cold sweat formed over her back, and apparently her fear automatically shared the information to her face because Blake's smile dropped. "Yang? I was just kidding, don't be paranoid. Besides..." the faunus walked her fingers over Yang's left arm, starting from her elbow and making her way to the nape of her neck where she combed her fingers in possessively, tugging Yang's face down to her own. "I haven't taken any break yet... I think I deserve some "me" time, don't you think?"
Yang nodded dumbly, following Blake as she pulled her in further inside the building and into what looked like an empty office. The only furniture was a stack of old chairs in the corner and a well worn wooden desk pushed on the side against the wall. The grip on her top slackened and Blake spun around, her lips instantly meeting hers in a hurried kiss, the heels Blake was still wearing helping her reaching Yang's mouth without having to stand on tip toe.
Yang bumped her nose against the faunus softly, tilting her head aside and deepening the kiss. Blake moaned at the back of her throat, fingers diving back into gold locks and pulling the brawler back against her. Yang slid her left arm low on Blake's back and used the small remaining part of her right to loop around her neck. She barely registered Blake stepping back slowly until the momentum of her falling over the desk registered.
"Shi- Blake are you o- hmf" Yang's words died on her lips as Blake cool hands took hold of her face, pulling her down and into a passionate kiss once more, Blake wiggling on top of the desk to sit properly on it. Yang felt the familiar pull of enticement tug at her will and she bend over, pushing Blake backwards and unto her back, covering her with her own sweaty body. "Blake time coming right up~" said Yang, teeth tugging at Blake's human ear as she felt the heels cross on her lower back. A gasp escaped Blake's mouth and she chuckled a low moan.
"How much time do you have" asked the blonde in a husky whisper, teeth already dragging across the faunus' pulse.
"Enough. Your touch always sets me on fire" whispered Blake, breath already coming short. "As soon as you touch me... I feel like I have been craving you for days." The faunus' hands flew into her golden locks, cradling the back of her head and the nape of her neck. She leaned forward, muscles flexing under her soft skin to pull Yang close enough to inhale deeply. "It's never enough, but it's also very easy for me to lose my mind when I smell you all over me."
Yang swallowed dryly, remembering how parched she was, but not caring nearly enough to think about drinking anything that wasn't Blake's sweat right about now. Her tongue slid along the faunus' collar bone, down the slope of her firm breast. "Stop talking like that, you're gonna make me forget we gotta be quick."
"Why?" challenged Blake, and Yang lost all knowledge of space and time.
Somewhere upstairs, Adam turned the security cam off, his glasses sliding off his eyes in a deep, exhausted sigh. "There is no end to this hell, is there?"
