You guys waited patiently for it and now you have it. Chapter 7, 16k words of goodness. Happy Valentine's day I guess?
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Blake found herself in the delightful daze between sleep and consciousness. She felt warm, fuzzy even. There was not a single thing that could make her open her eyes right now.
Except maybe for the feather like touch of a warm hand over her side, caressing her skin tenderly and languidly.
"Hmm Yang, let me sleep just a bit longer" she moaned, trying to hide her smile against the pillow.
She felt lips against her human ear, a smile against its shell. "I would, but we already slept like nine hours. Plus, your hand sneaking over my ass tells me a whole different story."
Dammit.
The faunus cracked open an eyelid, peering back at her lover with a sheepish smile "guess I've been betrayed."
Yang smiled, eyes closing halfway into an alluring look. She reached over, brushing her knuckles softly on the side of a cat ear. "I know we talked about going out more... but I just had the nicest dream... makes me wanna stay in here and cuddle you all day."
Cat ears perked in curiosity, their owner trailing a delicate finger from between Yang's eyes towards her lips. "What was it about?"
Yang's hand took a hold of her hip, pushing her over unto her back and hovering above her.
"You."
Blake's lips pulled into a shy smile, and she combed her fingers into Yang's abundant mane. "And what was the dream about?"
The blonde didn't answer right away, she merely turned her head to the side to kiss Blake's palm as the faunus started scratching slowly at her head.
"Tell me" prompted Blake, hips pushing upward and against Yang as she spoke. The brawler gasped faintly, eyes closing and mouth hanging partially open. She was such a pushover.
"I was dreaming of you. I was dreaming of meeting you in school, and of feeling this spark all over again, just in different circumstances."
Said spark fluttered in Blake's stomach and she wrapped her legs around the blonde, trapping her closer.
"I was dreaming of wooing you, maybe going out and awkwardly making out in my dad's truck I had borrowed for our date."
Blake grinned, biting her lip at the mental image of a flustered, less assertive Yang taking her out. "Where did you take me for our date?" The faunus grabbed a hold of the blonde's hair, pulling at it slowly so the other girl would lean her head closer to hers. As soon as she was close enough, she bit an earlobe, and a breathless gasp found itself in her two pair of ears.
"A sushi restaurant... I used to work part time jobs for extra money and had saved enough to treat you... it... you wore a very pretty dress."
"Did that dress end up on your bedroom floor?" she teased, an amused smile covering her lips.
Yang turned a very deep red as she wordlessly shook her head. "No... The first time we had sex was on our prom night."
Blake let go of Yang's ear, blinking before meeting the blonde's eyes. They were dazed, twinkling in some sort of vague reminiscence. "How did you have such an elaborate dream?"
Yang coughed, eyes starting to clear it seemed. "Well, you know" she mumbled "you sleep 5 minutes you dream a movie."
Blake smiled, completely charmed by this side of the brawler. Seeing as they took a habit of sharing very personal stories early in their relationship, Blake didn't expect to be surprised so often by a new discovery. It made the time she spent with the blonde even more exciting, if that was possible.
She leaned in, pressing her lips to the blonde's in a soft kiss. Yang pushed herself against her, her body warm and soft. A minute or so passed, and Yang pulled away, licking her lips. Blake watched the pink tongue slip out, gaze drawn to its movement.
"What else do you remember?"
Yang froze, eyes darting around her room, seemingly searching her brain. "Fuck it's slipping away now. Sorry baby."
The way the pet name flew so effortlessly from the blonde's lips made Blake's heart pound violently. She liked it, it was simple, it didn't feel dirty or cheap like the endless "kitties" or "pussies" from last year.
A shudder ran down her spine, but she refused to let this moment be ruined. She swept the shadows away. Once she had pushed the dark tendrils out of the situation, she paused. Had she just called her baby?
It wasn't a bad thing per say, but it did put her on the spot. Without meaning too, probably, Yang had just opened a big can of worms and now it was impossible for Blake to put them back in. Was this just a fluke? Some remnant of her dream that poured into their conversation? Blake groaned internally, this was going nowhere, she'd have to face Yang and hope the blonde didn't deflect her question completely.
"Yang?"
"Yeah?"
Biting her lip, the faunus pushed a lock of golden hair behind a pink ear.
"What are we at this point?"
Yang froze, her expression caught in surprise. Blake tried to ignore the tightness that suddenly seemed to grasp her guts.
"Because, despite us never laying a claim on what we have... I... haven't wanted or even thought of being with someone else in several weeks now. You have been at the forefront of all my cravings and fantasies..."
Yang still hadn't said a word and Blake could feel panic rise in her chest. "Yang?"
Seeing the lack of reaction coming from her usually very vocal lover, Blake hastily added "but it isn't just that. That dream you had, I think I want that too. A normal...I mean... a regular relationship."
Yang seemed to finally blink back to reality because her mouth closed. Her lips pulled into the cutest demure and shy smile Blake had ever seen on the blonde, It made her stomach flip violently.
"Are you sure this is what's best for you?
The concern was endearing, but that's not what she wanted to hear right now.
"Yang, do you want to go out with me? Be exclusive?"
"If that's what you want" said Yang softly, that damn concern still etched in her voice. Blake would have none of it.
"Yang" said Blake, feeling a rare spark of annoyance bubble up inside her "stop acting like this is only about me all the time. It helps when I'm relapsing, and it brought me progress and I'm very thankful. But this is not about me, this is about us."
Blake took the blonde's hand for emphasis, eyes searching deep lilac pools that were hiding away from hers.
"Please, look at me?"
Yang turned back to her, and Blake was stunned at the sight of anguish on the human's face.
"I'm sorry Blake, I just- I can't."
Yang started breathing hard, looking around like she was a trapped animal. Blake frowned, trying to piece Yang's reaction together to explain it. Maybe the blonde had merely been doing this all out of guilt. Perhaps the reality of last year's ordeal and her current job was easy to put aside for the sake of helping her, healing her... But was too big an obstacle to form any kind of serious and lasting relationship. Perhaps Yang had never planned ahead and had always assumed it would never be more than just some way to forget about their past. The thought itself made her nauseous.
"Am I that undesirable that I can't be more than a charity case for your affections... Is this what this is about Yang?"asked Blake, bitterness dripping from every word.
The blonde didn't answer, her eyes stubbornly looking anywhere but at the faunus. The fact that Yang had not automatically denied her last sentence proved too much to handle for Blake and she felt her mask crumble. She hid her face in her hands, unable to deny the feeling of betrayal any longer. An indescribable heartache filled her entire being. Her shoulders jerking with her attempts to hide her hiccups, Blake's eyes pooled with tears. Her ears curled on her head in a desperate attempt to hide themselves from the sound of her own crying, and she sobbed sharply.
Arms wrapped themselves around her instantly, but she pushed the strong blonde away from her. Her teeth clenched, her jaw set, and an invading anger slowly built deep in the pit of her stomach.
"No! Get off of me. I trusted you, I opened up to you, I lo- I let you get inside my head and my heart and this was all you were after? Some kind of fucked up hero story where you get to save me? Oh and let's not forget all the sex! Because that was a bonus wasn't it? Oh Blake's a slut, Blake's always horny, she'll always be down to give it up while I take care of her. Well let me tell you something you might not know about me Yang, I do not need saving!" she spit, tears falling across her face in torrents now.
Yang just stared, face frozen in disbelief.
"I..."
Blake shot her the dirtiest look she could muster, she didn't want to hear any more, it was all so exhausting. The blonde flinched, her throat bobbing slowly.
"I've never been girlfriend material. I drink way too much, celebrity inflates my head and I've never been known for my careful approach of life."
Blake frowned, folding her arms over chest. She didn't feel the need to cover her breast, Yang could probably map it out entirely in her head by now, she knew. She just needed to make herself look more imposing as she loomed over the powerful brawler. She needed some sort of barrier between them if she was going to listen to the other girl's explanations. She was angry, but deep down she would give anything for Yang to say something, anything to prove her wrong. Not that she was ready to admit that to herself right now.
"I've barely been in relationships before. I used to date boys in high school, but that's just because they would ask me. I was so ready to jump into any situation where I could feel loved that I had completely warped what love was supposed to be in my head by then. Let's just say I eventually started MMA as a way to love myself... if no one else would."
Blake blinked, trying very hard to keep the anger going, to keep her blossoming feelings of resignation. She wanted to just accept that nothing good would ever just fall on her lap the way the brawler had, to just move on from Yang. She pushed those thoughts out of her mind, this was not her true feelings and she knew that.
The blonde had never opened up so abruptly before. It didn't feel like an half ass attempt at manipulation or some kind of excuse. It felt more like an eventual explanation and Blake cursed her logical thinking as she unfolded her ears from her hair, both sets ready to listen to the blonde as she kept talking.
"Now... I know my little sister loves me, but that's not the same. I've always been a pillar in her life, I've basically raised her; it's hard to hate a caring mother figure, isn't it? My dad ... he didn't care enough about me to find help for himself and the four and six year olds he was supposed to care for. He let me take over, let me care for a little girl when I was basically as helpless as she was. He didn't care about us, he just cared about his own broken heart.
I'm just no good, I'm broken. I might not be broken the same way you feel, but I'm definitely not a good long term plan for your heart. Fuck, I was probably not a good short term choice either."
Blake felt her arms drop slowly, she couldn't hold on to the anger anymore. The more Yang talked, the more she realized just how deeply tormented the girl was and had been for a long time. This image that she had formed in her head, this idea of the tough and caring UFC champion was as wrong as the label that others put on her for being a faunus. Obviously she knew Yang cared, she always knew. There was no mistaking the tenderness she saw in the other girl's eyes.
"I'm a mess Blake. I can't pull you into this. As much as I would love for us to be more...I...I can't ask more from you. It would be selfish and potentially dangerous for your recovery. Ever since the accident I just can't ...I- I can-"
Tears slowly fell over her cheeks and Blake glanced at them. Golden eyes following the drops along her face until they disappeared on the sheets.
"I never thought I'd be anything more than a hero to you, a provider."
The quiet murmur slammed into her like a train, it was a painful truth, but one that needed to be said. A silence stretched between them, and Blake bit her lip. She knew, she knew Yang didn't have a very high self esteem; but for Yang to word this out...it left the faunus speechless.
Blake usually enjoyed the silence, silence was peace, it was a way to review the last sentence before replying. Silence didn't fit Yang, it only made her look miserable, ever in waiting for something to validate her feelings. Blake suddenly hated the silence.
Yang took a deep breath, voice wavering slightly as she spoke, "I'm sorry I made you feel, even for one second, like I only saw you as a damsel in distress. I'm not gonna lie, I might have at one point, but not for the reasons you think."
Blake looked at her hands, realizing she had been twisting the sheets violently in her grasp. Her fingers loosened their grip.
"I did dive right in this...peculiar relationship between us, but it wasn't just for the sake of saving you."
Yang's eyes met her own, and the blonde suddenly seemed far, very far from here.
She was in a daze, she couldn't see anything but the stars dancing in front of her eyes on a black curtain.
And then.
A voice.
She closed her eyes, completely exhausted.
There was shouting as Ruby was pushing the slave traders in the back of her police car.
But that was not the voice she heard.
There was the shrill voice of Weiss talking to the reporters and telling them to get the fuck away.
Golden eyes, wide and fixed on her face.
Yang reached forward, caressing the cheek with a charred, deeply burned hand.
She couldn't feel the softness of the skin under her palm.
Golden eyes closed partially and the cheek leaned into horribly deformed flesh.
Nuzzling.
An angel.
She must be an angel.
"The only thing that kept me going in the hardest times after they cut my arm off...was the memory of you. The hazy memory of the girl I grabbed and removed from the flaming basement. You had my salvation inside you, even after, when you weren't anywhere near me. The simple touch we shared before I lost consciousness was enough to keep me going."
Blake realized she was holding her breath and she gasped, taking in precious oxygen. What Yang was telling her, she remembered all of it, how could she not? Yang had been the figure head of her freedom, literal and otherwise. She might not have been the one who found and dismantled her captor's organisation, but she had found and rescued her. Maybe no one else would have had time to find her. Her heart constricted inside her chest at the thought of doubting Yang earlier.
"You were a damsel in distress when I heard your voice, when I kicked the door in and broke your chains. But when the pillar fell, when I burned my arm and then stumbled in the snow with you in my arms ... you became my light in this darkness I found myself into. Your eyes Blake..."
Yang reached out, brushing her thumb gently against the frail skin surrounding Blake's right eye. Some moisture stuck to her skin and she brushed it off on her cheek. Blake leaned into the palm without even thinking about it, a satisfied sigh coming out from her lips.
"Your eyes are hypnotic to me, I could drown in them and be thankful for the end it gave me. They hunted my dreams before we even met each other again. Your eyes pull me in, draws me closer and I just can't- I just..."
Yang shyly looked aside, hand releasing Blake's cheek and making the faunus' eyes widen in worry as the blonde propped herself on her elbow.
"They make me so afraid... So afraid that if I let this become serious, one day they won't look at me the same way and I'll lose you forever. Blake I'm so afraid of losing you, I couldn't help but keep playing the hero! I'm accustomed to being used and discarded, I'm used to being the one people rely on. I knew that if you needed me, you'd keep me around."
Blake could only stare as Yang's eyes closed in torment.
"I'm never good enough though, people always leave."
Blake's heart dropped in her chest. She had left Yang that night. It wasn't by her choice, but she did.
"The last thing I remember is the EMT prying my heavily burnt arm from around you. Putting us in different ambulances and how deeply it hurt."
Blake swallowed, she remembered their separation, although slightly differently.
Yelling.
Smoke in the room.
Panic, pulling at chains.
Always chains.
Flames slowly spreading to the ceiling and walls.
Her own feeble voice, rough and begging for help.
A crash and illuminated in the fire light, an angel.
Wings made of flames and anger, red eyes staring into her soul.
Finally, the end.
Claim me, I want this nightmare to conclude.
Struggles and pain, so much pain.
Then strong arms, warm and... safe.
A corridor that used to taunt her, to mock her.
Red eyes trailing over her body.
Taking in her bruises, not her curves.
Suddenly cold, but not the kind she got used to; the kind where she wants to lie in a ball and die.
Cold like snowflakes hitting her nose and melting.
Cold like the first time seeing the outside in hundreds of days.
Her angel stopped moving.
No.
"Please, please open your eyes. You have to stay awake."
Lilac, her eyes were lilac.
A hand touched her cheek. The palm was completely raw and black, burnt to a crisp.
But the touch was gentle, soothing and her heart filled itself with something she forgot existed.
How foreign that feeling was, how distant and aching.
When the men in uniforms came she clutched at the woman
Crying, she plead for them to not to take her away.
She fought like a cornered animal, reaching towards the woman in reckless abandon.
She had to be sedated.
Drowsy, panic, glancing around and looking for lilac.
Darkness took over.
Blake pulled herself to her knees, hovering over the blonde. Yang's eyes followed every movement, wary, hesitant. The faunus let her lips pull into the tiniest of smile before leaning down, pressing their mouths together in the softest of pressure. Yang's lips melted against hers, and like the first time they had shared a bed; their touch was gentle, hesitant and warm. Their kiss grew deeper, the pace still slow and their lips molding perfectly. Blake felt Yang open her mouth against hers and she tilted her head ever so slightly, slipping her tongue inside. They leisurely drew closer, trying to get rid of any space left between the two of them.
After a moment, Blake moved away just enough to breath against the blonde's lips, she heard a low murmur against her mouth.
"Despite everything...everything that happened to you. How are you so selfless Blake?"
The blonde's eyes were wide with wonder, and the dark haired woman leaned her forehead against her brawler. Softly, she brushed their noses together, like Yang enjoyed doing.
"I'm sorry. I could never hate you" whispered Blake "I jumped to conclusions and got upset."
Yang shook her head, eyes never leaving hers in that fascinated face she always got when she spoke of the faunus. Blake felt her skin flush a deep crimson.
"You had every right to, and to be honest, I was relieved you let me talk for so long... You never cease to surprise me, Blake. You are so much more than others give you credit for." Yang laid back down, pulling the lithe woman on top of her, forcing her weight over her. "You let me explain myself, you let me talk despite how distraught I must have made you. You are so...so strong Blake."
The faunus felt her face light up, her ears falling backward in an attempt to hide how hot they burned. She opened her mouth but no sound came out. Instead, the low voice of Yang broke the silence in a low purr.
"How could I not fall in love with you?"
Breathe in, breathe out.
Sound suddenly left the room, and despite her two pairs of ears straining, there was nothing she could do to hear anything that wasn't a product from her own mind. Of her own memories of a time when she thought the idea itself was impossible. That someone could overlook the way she moved, the way she held herself in an unnatural way. The way her second pair of ears could move on their own. The way her eyes would slit and make mothers clutch their children closer.
The way that faceless men would pin her down on the foul bed she had been chained to for months. The way they would tug carelessly at her ear, or press their hands at her throat. The way they would call her a nice little pussy, the way they just forced themselves between her legs, the way they would turn her around like a rag doll, the way they would manhandle her for their own pleasure.
Leaving her filthy, used and most of all; broken beyond repairs.
How could someone, never mind a human, could ever fall in love with her. How could someone see past the stains, the degradation and see a person. A girl that had merely wanted to let lose and have fun for one night...
Sound suddenly came back to her ears and she let out a strangled sob.
"I love you too..." she whimpered.
Yang's arms clutched her closer, pulled her so tight she longed for their skin to blend together and become one. Her lips were warm as they pressed to her temple, her closed eye lids, the corner of her mouth and burning on her faunus ears. Yang didn't say anything else, she didn't need to. Despite the storm of emotions that had just waged war between both of their minds just now, there was little doubt left in the faunus'.
Maybe she was worth more, maybe she - no. Yang made her feel like she deserved the love, deserved the respect and the patience and the warmth and the comfort of another.
Blake knew that she was worth more, that she was worth loving; because she knew Yang, and Yang wouldn't risk loving anyone unworthy.
Tuckson was smoking when she pushed her way out the backdoor of the White Fang. Smiling at him, she pocketed her phone, having just finished texting Yang.
"Texting your gal pal are you?"
Blake let out an involuntary snort, hand flying to cover her mouth and nose. The male faunus guffawed, coughing as he pressed the butt of his cigarette against the brick wall. With a flick of his pointing finger, he threw the butt aside and cleared his throat, amusement twinkling in his eyes.
"Oh man, I had no idea you were able to snort. It's like that urban legend about how girls don't fart."
Blake rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, leaning her left shoulder on the wall. "Yeah well, sorry to disappoint, but we do fart."
Tuckson gave a mock full body shiver "are you telling me that women are similar biologically to us? Major turn off right there hun." He smirked, hand pulling at the door with an unnecessary flourish.
Blake rolled her eyes and bumped her hip into him as he passed her. "Go work you brute."
She started walking down the alley, slowly buttoning her light jacket when Tuckson spoke, his voice surprisingly soft and worried.
"Are you seeing the UFC dragon?"
Blinking, Blake swiveled on her heels and nodded, a light blush covering her cheeks. "Yeah, I am."
Tuckson's face was impassive for a moment. Blake shuffled slightly, wondering what he was thinking about, but then a small smile tugged at his rugged jaw. "She better treat you right yeah? Or else you come to me, I don't care if she's disabled, I'll kick her ass."
Blake huffed a short laugh, nodding her head before continuing her way home. "I'm sure."
Making her way up the stairs of her apartment complex, Blake was smiling. She was too busy texting nonsense and stupidities back and forth with Yang to notice the presence behind her. When she reached her floor she put her phone away, pulling on the door handle and making her way to her flat across the well lit corridor.
Her ear flicked backward and she looked behind her just in time to see a figure disappear into another apartment down the hall. Thinking nothing of it, she turned her key and entered her small apartment. Her entrance was dark, but her eyes adjusted fast enough to remove her boots before flicking the lights on. As soon as she did, two arms embraced her waist and forced her up against the door.
"Yang! Dammit, you're going to make me have a heart attack!"
The blonde laughed, nuzzling her face against Blake's breast through her jacket. "It's on you, you gave me your spare."
"Worst mistake I've ever made" mumbled the faunus, eyes shifting around her apartment, almost expecting to see broken furniture.
"Pshh whatever, say whatever you want but I know you will remember how much you love me when you realize the smell."
Blake paused, nostrils flaring and ears perking up high on her head. Yang smirked, smugness plastered on every inch of her face.
"Oh yes my adorable stereotype, Tuna."
Blake slapped at strong shoulders and Yang's giggles could be heard across the thick wall.
Over the next couple of weeks, Yang took to the habit of spending more nights over at her place. She would sometimes walk back to what she thought was an empty apartment after work and find Yang asleep on top of her comforter, face buried in one of her discarded sleeping shirt. The faunus would smile softly, take a short shower and crawl her way into bed with the blonde. Yang would barely stir awake long enough to join her under the covers and pull her in their usual sleeping position.
Despite what Blade had expected, Yang didn't always end up being the big spoon, sometimes she would be the one holding the taller woman, burying her face in the sweet warmth she found in the crook of her neck. She would nuzzle her nose in Yang's never ending golden locks, tickling the blonde with her breath ghosting over her defenseless nape. Blake enjoyed both positions, obviously. She very much loved being enfolded in Yang's bigger form, enveloped in warmth and love.
As time progressed, Yang would come over almost every night. Her eyes would look more sunken in, and her hand would clutch at hers tightly when Blake spooned her. The faunus wanted to pry, wanted to ask why Yang looked so exhausted, but she had promised that she would let Yang come to terms with her own demons. The brawler wanted to face them on her own. All she could pry out of the stubborn blonde was a promise to come over when things got too hard alone, hence the spare key.
On a warm evening of May, as the both of them were lounging on Blake's couch; Blake asked Yang something that she had been wondering about for a long time.
"Will you take me to meet your sister soon?"
Yang's hand paused as it was rubbing along her cat ears, fingers combing back her ebony hair in a well practiced motion.
"Hmm, I hadn't thought about that. Do you want to meet her?"
Blake shrugged, burying her face closer to the blonde's stomach, nibbling the small roll of skin that only appeared when the blonde was sitting. "You talk about her often."
Yang hummed in approval, fingers going back up to her faunus ears, caressing the little tuff of hair close to their base. "I do, don't I?"
Blake smirked "you're like a proud mama bear. Remember when you told me that story about how she got in the force and moved up the ranks so fast? The pride was oozing."
Yang scoffed "that word is so not sexy baby."
"Oooooozing."
Yang grabbed Blake's waist and rolled her aside, making her fall from her lap to the carpet at their feet. Blake opened her mouth to protest but was interrupted when Yang pressed her chest to her own, straddling her slowly. Blake looked back into lilac eyes that were slowly darkening to a more lavender hue. Excitement bubbled into her chest and she gave the blonde a teasing smile.
"Oozing."
"That's it!"
Blake squealed when the brawler shifted suddenly, grabbing both her thighs and pulling her on her lap. Her tight stomach pressed between Blake's legs and the faunus could feel herself grow damp instantly. She wrapped her legs behind Yang's back and pulled herself up to reach her lips. The brawler chased after her mouth but was denied, Blake leaning backwards just enough to escape the kiss.
"You're such a tease Belladonna."
"Hmm, you like it."
"Stop being such a power bottom and let me handle you already."
Blake laughed, her defense crumbling as the blonde took the opportunity to kiss her, making her unfinished laugh turn into an appreciative, high pitched moan as she was all but shoved on her back.
Blake found herself lounging on a big, soft couch. Smoke could be seen drifting past her ears, making her follow it slowly with her dazed, golden gaze. Sage sat next to her, having just finished refilling the bong.
"So, any particular topic on this fine night miss Belladonna" drawled Sage, lighting his zippo and inhaling deeply from the glass opening.
Blake giggled and shook her head "I just wanted some regular Sage wisdom."
Sage scoffed, nearly choking on the smoke before letting it go slowly towards the ceiling. "I'm very sage indeed."
They shared a giggle and Sage passed the bong over to the faunus.
"So, if this is to be part of my penance for the shit I pulled that one night I'll gladly accept it, but I have a feeling there's something else."
Pausing as she brought the lighter to the protruding container, Blake looked up at the dark man.
"I have something to share and...I felt like you were the right person to do it with. Call it a hunch or whatever."
Blake rose her eyes to the ceiling as she spoke next. If she didn't focus, it looked like there was a constant mouthful of smoke pouring out from her lips. Hehe.
"So... when I got out of that place, the cops put me in on a list for counseling."
Sage grunted, his tone indicating that he was listening.
"My therapist was a man."
Sage's silence was telling, but he lightly let his foot push her side, coaxing her to keep talking.
"It's exactly what you think. Overworked dude who decided he'd get his kick out of this case, made me tell him gruesome details under the pretext of trying to help me. Even casually asked me about some kind of pet play thing once, like it was as casual as, let's say "what did you have for dinner last night?"
Sage let out a disgusted scoff, hand wrapping around her foot, massaging it through her sock. "What a sleaze ball."
Enjoying the big hand's pressure over her foot, Blake finally remembered the bong was in her possession and lit it up. She took a hit, keeping it in as she spoke, making her sound out of breath "How did you do it?"
"Did what?"
"How did you make it through life after being abused?" asked Blake, blowing the smoke out of her lips.
Sage blinked, looking at Blake as she took another hit. "When did you notice?"
Blake kept the smoke inside her lungs a bit longer, staring back into sage's amber eyes.
"I just kinda felt it" she supplied, voice subdued as she was still holding her breath.
"Felt it huh..." Sage sagged a bit lower into the cushions of his couch, watching the rings of smoke pouring steadily out from Blake's mouth. "I can believe that." Blake casually took another small hit and handed the bong to her friend.
"Did you seek counsel or was it something you just...survived and moved on from?"
"A little bit of both, you could say. It's been a long time now, but I can remember the shame that was coating me like some kind of slime. The guys are actually the ones who gave me that push to seek professional help about it."
Blake snorted "team sausage fest? Really?"
Sage smiled, nodding as he exhale the last bit of smoke, putting the bong down on the small coffee table at their feet.
"I know it is quite hard to believe, but Neptune, Scarlet and Sun have really been here for me through thick and thin. I owe them a lot. Heck, I owe them my EMT job."
Blake nodded, eyes glazed over as she glanced at the big man taking nearly his whole side of the couch for himself. She shuffled closer, head lulling itself on his upper arm.
"Did it help?"
"Somewhat. I've learned some important ways to cope, to understand how it affected me. But most importantly, my therapist told me what is normal to feel, to experience when you're trying to recover, to have an intimate relationship.
Some things you started doing to cope will slowly become weird whereas they used to be a defense mechanism. For example, i used to just... crumble; just let myself go limp when faced with a confrontation. Now, it doesn't make sense, it's dumb; but it used to be how I'd react to...manage myself you could say."
Blake slowly blinked at the big man, trying to piece everything he had just said together in her mind. It felt scattered, weightless, but it was there and she could compare it with her own issues.
"Yeah I see what you mean."
"Some things, some emotions you might feel; they might frighten you. You might look back on some things you did since you got out and ask yourself: is this normal? Am I acting normal? Is this behavior normal? Those are just things that'll happen, it might make you panic, it might make you angry. Let it out. You need to let your emotions out!"
To punctuate his statement, Sage waved his large hands around him, nearly toppling Blake over and off the couch. He blinked slowly and laughed, as Blake slowly pulled herself back into a sitting position.
Sage was right, she should let her emotions out, it had felt good to tell Yang her story, to get angry about the things that had been done to her. It felt right, liberating to express her disgust with her own voice, made it real; made it tangible.
"I can't help but think this is special coming from you, you aren't exactly the most emotionally driven person I know Sage."
Sage smiled with half lidded eyes, lifting his big arm to wrap loosely around Blake's shoulder, pulling her briefly against him for a hug.
"You aren't the most talkative, yet you have your moments do you not?"
Blake's ear flicked away from Sage's warm breath and she smiled, half of her lips pulling up. "You aren't wrong."
"When I'm not wrong; I'm right."
Both friends shared a silence before guffawing, rolling on opposite sides of the couch and promptly falling off the couch in sync. Blake smiled to the ceiling, inhaling deeply from the slightly weed filled room and glanced at her friend. His dark skin was just the slightly bit red around his cheeks and she knew he was flushed from laughing. She couldn't remember the last time she had just hung out with a friend like this, she didn't regret accepting his invitation to hang out.
"Sage."
"Yeah?"
"That's some pretty great weed."
"Nah, just great company."
Blake kicked at the big man, receiving a grunt in response.
"I mean it" he laughed, lifting his head off the ground and they shared a look.
"You hungry? I can make some fish tacos."
Blake's ears sprang up at the word and she pulled herself up to her elbows "oh?"
"Might not be as good as Yang's but I can try."
And Sage fucking winked.
Goddammit.
"Does everyone know I'm banging Yang?"
"No, but I do now."
Blake's head hit the ground again and she sighed, monotone "go for the fish tacos."
Pushing himself to his feet, Sage made a bee line for the kitchen, leaving Blake alone in the living room. She frowned, looking at the smoke drifting slowly around the ceiling. Each and every little sound in the kitchen made her ears twitch and she rubbed a hand over them, sighing. She wasn't ready to try and see a therapist yet, but soon she would.
She got off the floor.
Blake couldn't help the smile tugging at her lips when the door opened, revealing a very non impressed woman with platinum white hair.
"Oh would you look at that, Yang "I'm-not-whipped-yet-let-me-spend-another-month-in-my-sex-dungeon-before-bringing-my-new-girlfriend-to-meet-you" Xiao Long" dead panned the woman, opening the door wide and motioning behind her in a large motion of her dainty arm. "Please come on in, Ruby was just sitting in her rocking chair, droning on about the good old days."
"It's great to see you too Weiss, I see that you are as welcoming as ever" chimed Yang, walking into the house.
Blake smiled briefly at the woman and followed suit, bending over to untie her boots. When she was upright once more, she caught a glimpse of Yang and the woman finishing a brief embrace and her smile returned, soft and happy.
"Oh, lemme introduce you to Blake Belladonna. Blake this is officer Shnee!"
"Hey!"
"Weiss Shnee if you're a lame person who cannot have fun" added Yang with a smirk in the glaring woman's direction.
Blake schooled her face in the best polite expression she could muster and took Weiss' hand in her own.
"It's a pleasure to meet you officer Shnee."
Yang guffawed and Weiss groaned in a suffering way "oh no, she's already in on your dumb jokes isn't she?"
"Isn't she just fucking perfect?"
A small satisfied smile graced the faunus' lips and she leaned her head on the blonde's shoulder, nuzzling her cat ear on her sleeve. "I try."
The couple followed Weiss into the kitchen, Yang looked around and frowned "where's Ruby?"
Weiss shrugged "we had no food left in the house, even less so to make anything decent for guests. I made her run to the grocery store."
Yang rose an eyebrow "I gave you like, two days to prepare and yet you made Ruby run to the grocery store just before we got here?"
Weiss shrugged again, her left hand rose to her side in a non committed upturn palm "meh."
Yang's eyes widened as big as saucers and Blake couldn't help the high pitch giggle from coming out of her lips at the sight. "Who are you and where's officer Shnee?"
"Officer Shnee is at my office and I am at home, ready to prepare you some food you ingrate."
Yang let out a loud laugh, head leaning backward as she did. Blake let go of her mouth, pinching her lips together as she glanced back at the white haired woman. She couldn't help taking a quick look at the scar that crossed her left eye, but then again, Weiss couldn't help the look at her ears either. She felt like this was even. Weiss motioned for her to sit in the living room where the blonde was already lounging, taking up as much space as she possibly could on the couch. Weiss wordlessly pushed Yang's legs off the couch and Blake smiled at her, taking a seat next to her girlfriend.
"So!" said Weiss, taking a seat on the love seat across the couch, sitting down and putting her hands on her lap as if her position was laid back. "What have you both been up to except for the honey moon part of your relationship?"
"Well" started Blake, unsure how to answer but assuming the frozen look on the blonde's face was enough indication that she was not prepared for this. "I've watched more movies in the past month then I did for several years if that's any indication of how much we've gone out."
Weiss nodded, leaning back in her seat and crossing her legs, finally abandoning her strict demeanor it seemed. "Not to be inquisitive, but I do worry about you sometimes Yang, and I hope you did diminish your drinking habits."
Yang's face flushed a bit but she nodded "I did."
Blake smiled and took Yang's hand, the new prosthetic she had recently bought, caressing it gently under her fingers. "I think we both helped each other in many ways. I'm lucky to have Yang in my life."
The blonde stared back, eyes blinking slowly at the faunus. Blake felt her cheeks warm up and she looked at her lap, sure that Weiss' ice colored eyes were fixed right on her.
It was unnerving to say the least. Despite Yang being the older sister, she felt like she was getting the older sibling treatment from the white haired woman. The blue eyes boring deeply into her like some sort of scanning implement. Her eyes glanced back up and Blake was surprised to see Weiss smile at her with warmth.
"That's good to hear, Yang deserves someone who cares. Even if she makes it hard for me to not hate her at times, I do care about her."
"AWWW ICE QUEEN!"
The brawler stood up from the couch, making Blake let go of her prosthetic as she leaned over Weiss to pull her in a forceful bear hug.
"LET ME GO YOU FUCKING CAVE MAN!"
Yang smirked, glancing back at the faunus as she kept the petite woman in her grasp "she's not much for physical affection most of the times." Blake shrugged, half smile firmly in place, she could have guessed as much.
The front door opened and a blur of red jumped on the struggling woman, making them crash and land on the love seat and out of Yang's arms.
"Aw I thought it was a group hug moment!"
Crossing her arms over her chest the blonde chuckled, she looked back to Blake who's ears perked on top of her head. "It could still be."
Smiling, the faunus stood up, walking over to let Yang pull her down and over the overwhelmed officer.
"I WILL POISON ALL OF YOU!"
After a few struggles, Weiss escaped the sisters and made her way to the kitchen, intent on making dinner while Ruby had her time meeting Yang's new girlfriend. This time, Blake stayed on the couch, sitting between Yang and her sister, Ruby.
"I've heard so much about you! I still can't believe you guys met each other again after all this time, it's like it was fate or something!"
Blake looked down, smiling a bit demurely. "I dunno if I'd call this fate, but I'd be lying if I said there wasn't some connection ever since that night."
Yang put a hand on Ruby's shoulder and whispered something in her ear. Blake didn't want to pry, but she couldn't help her ears picking up the murmur of "hey Ruby drop it, she might not be comfortable talking about anything linked to that." Blake felt a warmth collect in her chest, but she also didn't mind talking about it to Ruby. Strangely enough, knowing that the chipper girl in front of her was the reason that she was out of that place made her want to talk about it.
"It's okay Yang, I don't mind if Ruby talks about it. I actually meant to thank you, Weiss and you both. Yang told me how the both of you worked relentlessly to break the ring, and for that I'm deeply grateful."
Ruby's face went from guilty, to somber. She did expect some kind of "it's my job" talk but instead, the red head pulled her in a hug rivaling Yang's.
"This is why I'm doing this job, for these kind of moments, thanks."
Blake felt the big arms of her girlfriend surround the both of them and smiled, leaning in the warmth of the sisters. It felt good, it felt...weirdly familial despite having just met the girl mere minutes ago. Blake couldn't help thinking about her family back in Ménagerie, about how she hadn't seen her parents since her... kidnapping. She bit her lip, suddenly aware of how much they probably needed to hold her, to know she was indeed alright. The thought of how she had dismissed them, telling them she was fine, lying about how she needed to do this alone made a weight form in the pit of her stomach.
As if she could sense it, Yang pulled away and asked Ruby to check on Weiss. The skittish young woman took a hand to her forehead as if standing to attention and ran to the kitchen. A yelp followed by a "RUBY" gave all the indication Blake needed to know Yang's sister had left the room.
"You alright baby?"
Blake kissed the blonde, savoring the slow brush of their lips, and pressed her palm to her cheek.
"I'll be better once we ate."
Yang gave her a nod, leaning down to get one more kiss before her sister came back in the room. Blake felt at home in the blonde's arms, but seeing this tiny family and how they made it work had stirred something inside of the faunus, and she knew she's have to go home sooner than she had planned.
Adam's eyebrows rose above his thick sunglasses when Blake came to his office door in mid afternoon. He moved out of her way and motioned for the chair in front of his desk.
"What brings you at this hour Blake? Is it work related?"
Blake nodded "I came to ask for that vacation time. I... I want to go see my parents."
Adam's face froze, Blake was about to question his lack of response when he suddenly removed his sunglasses and bend over to hug her firmly. Blake was taken aback, she couldn't remember the last time Adam had just hugged her out of the blue, and not as a greeting or a parting gesture. She awkwardly pat his back and when he leaned backward, she couldn't help but notice the red rims around his eyes and the very deep bags under them.
"That's fantastic news! I'm so glad you considered it, I'm sure it'll do you some serious good. Especially Kali's cooking" he said with a grin, sitting on his desk and crossing his arms, smile still firmly in place.
Blake's lips lifted in a half smile, unable to ignore the mood Adam was in after her unveiling of her intent. She leaned back in the arm chair, looking up at the tall faunus "so how much time are we talking about?"
Adam's smile turned smug and he twirled his sunglasses between his gloved fingers "oh you are not coming back to work here."
Blake frowned, crossing her own arms over her chest in an evident show of defiance. "And may I ask, why the fuck not?"
Adam's smile slid down and he glanced down for a moment, the dark haired woman couldn't help the surprise it gave her, Adam was rarely one to showcase his thought process this way. She really hadn't spend much time with him since her newfound freedom had she.
"I'll be honest, and I know you already know that; but I never wanted you to work here. I'm glad if it helped you in any way, but I couldn't help the uneasiness it gave me. After what happened, the last place you should get involved in is a dump like this. You know what kind of backdoor dealing happens in the dark corners. You know what this kind of establishment attracts."
Adam let his arms fall and he took a deep breath, as if to center himself and keep his emotions in check. Yeah, Blake could still read him if she focused.
"I just want you to get away from all of that, go back to school, or just get a nice job that's not in any way linked to criminal dealings."
Blake looked down, his concern was genuine, it had always been when it came to her. Adam probably had no idea, but Blake knew that he had gotten his hands dirtied by this life because of her. She couldn't look away from this reality anymore, she couldn't pretend she didn't know what Adam now dwelt in. She had to acknowledge what he had done for her and be grateful. It just happened that being grateful was to do as he asked, which Blake hated on the simple principle that she didn't enjoy giving in to his whims. Not because he was controlling per say, but because he was acting like a big brother and she hated it.
"Alright Adam, I'll be giving you my resignation from the White Fang then."
Blake walked out of the club in a daze, eyeing the check Adam just gave her that was basically her vacation money. She brought the paper to her mouth, lost in thought. She wanted to see her family as soon as possible. The moment she had made the decision to go back to Ménagerie, the sheer emptiness she felt in her chest she couldn't put her finger on had been revealed and she realized she missed her parents deeply.
Yang came to mind right away. Of course she wanted to see her parents, but she also knew that the blonde needed her right now, that she was still in recovery and that her presence was an anchor she needed. Pulling out her phone, she pressed Yang's contact. The selfie of a winking Yang at the gym smiled back at her and her belly fluttered happily.
"Hey you, how about dinner at my place this Friday? We can spend the night together before I leave."
She thumbed around on her phone and booked a ticket for Ménagerie on Saturday evening.
"Yeah I know it's sooner than I said, but Adam just basically made me resign so I don't really have any excuse to delay any more. Come to my apartment at five sharp, okay? Okay, love you too Yang."
Blake walked through the streets with heavy grocery bags in her hands. She couldn't help the nervous flutters in her stomach at the thought of treating Yang tonight. Walking along the different shops she glanced around, thinking about how she would be able to go shopping when she visited Ménagerie. She missed the style and the uniqueness of the island. She also missed her favorite stores that were exclusive to her home town.
She stopped in front of a particular shop. Biting her lip, she glanced around before entering. Yang deserved a little something extra before she left for her vacation.
Five o'clock was approaching fast and Blake was fidgeting in the living room. The food was ready to be served and kept warm in the pots. She was dressed in her fanciest clothes and her room had been checked and rechecked several times. Yet, she still felt nervous about it all. She was hoping the night would be perfect.
The heavy footfall of Yang's boots met the carpet of her hallway and her ears perked on top of her hair. She jumped off the couch and nearly ran to the door, opening it as Yang was about to knock, making the tall blonde look taken aback for a couple of seconds.
"Oh right, the super hearing, gotcha" said Yang with a crooked smirk, leaning over to kiss the faunus. Blake cupped her girlfriend's cheeks in her palms and hummed appreciatively, pulling her along until she could close the door with her foot. Yang pulled away, licking her lips before bending over to undo her boots. "Someone's eager, probably hungry too. Am I late?"
"Just by a couple of minutes, nothing to be sorry for" assured Blake, walking away and towards the kitchen, planning on bringing their dinner while Yang settled down.
The brawler leaned her hip on the counter, looking at Blake fuss around the kitchen. "I know you said you wanted to be in charge tonight, but do you want me to-"
"No, shoo, go sit at the table Yang!"
Giggling, Yang moved out of the range of the faunus' menacing wooden spoon and settled in one of the four chairs around the small table. Blake smiled as she saw her go, taking in the nice top Yang was wearing along with her tight, form fitting pants. Shaking her head, the faunus turned back to the pots, telling herself she'd have plenty of time to ogle her girlfriend once they were done eating.
dinner was an intimate affair, the both of them ate their whole plate slowly, casually feeding each other or poking fun at each other. It soothed Blake's nerves enough that the weight of what she was about to do stopped haunting her. After an hour or so, Yang excused herself to go to the bathroom and Blake told her she'd be in her room.
Blake felt all the nervousness crash back into her when Yang knocked on the door, she wanted everything to be perfect; but she had no idea what perfect entailed. Yang pushed the door open cautiously, looking around Blake's room with wide eyes. Blake bit her lip and gazed shyly up at the blonde, ears folded on top of her hair.
Blake glanced at her bedroom, dozens of candles were lit around the many desks she owned, she also had a lit stick of incense lazily burning near her bed. There was scattered white flower petals on the floor and across her bed sheets, surrounding her as she sat on the foot of the bed. A bit of red covered Yang's entire cheeks as her eyes slowly took in the sheer see-through black lace gown she wore over an equally black garter belt.
"What's all this?" asked Yang in a breath with a nervous smile, eyes forcibly pulling away from her lingerie to look around the room.
Blake wasn't sure what the answer was. She wanted to make tonight special, for Yang, for them. She wanted to make the other girl feel loved and appreciated, like how she made her feel all the time. Perhaps the best answer was all of those.
"It's for you. I spent a part of today preparing dinner, but dinner was mainly a distraction for what I wanted to prepare here."
Yang stopped taking in the changes in the room and locked her eyes with gold again. A quivering lip, some blinking later and Yang still hadn't said another word. Worried, Blake got up and hurried to her side.
Blake didn't say anything, she didn't need to. She understood, sort of. She was a bit apprehensive about Yang's imminent reaction, but she knew Yang was still processing. Grabbing her left hand, Blake led the blonde to her bed so that she could take her seat at the foot of the bed.
"You did all this...for me?" Yang's tone of disbelief was expected, but it still send a jolt of hurt right through the faunus' heart. The blonde deserved so much love and real caring attention.
"Yes. Just for you. I suppose you could say some part of me set this up as a way of thanking you for all you've done for me. But mostly? I did it because I want to make you happy. I love doing things for you, and I wanted this night we are about to share together before I leave be about...you."
Blake shyly looked away as she spoke, feeling self conscious about how cheesy the whole thing was. Her golden eyes glanced back at Yang, seeing tears trailing down her cheeks. Hands flew to them and she lovingly cradled the blonde's face in her palms.
"Yang... please don't cry."
Yang looked away, scrunching her eyes shut and trying to suppress the hitch in her chest by setting her jaw shut tight. Blake frowned.
"Yang Xiao Long, don't you look away from me. Open your eyes."
And then there was lilac again, bright and brimming with tears. Yang's face contorted in a grimace of pain but her eyes still stared resolutely in her own.
"Yang, I did this for you, I did this for you because you deserves so much more... You are so bright, you shine and light up every room you enter. Please try and see yourself like I see you. You're not just some figure head, some brash champion or hero... You're my girlfriend too. My big, dorky girlfriend who cherishes me, who touches me so carefully, like I'm some kind of precious piece of art."
Yang's wet cheeks turned completely red under her pale hands and Blake smiled, trying to stop her own tears from falling.
"You never cared that I was broken, you saw me for what I could be, for who I am...but Yang, baby" she tried, tasting the pet name on her tongue like she was trying to figure out if she liked it or not. "I always saw you too."
Yang's smile poured out from her pained expression like the sun coming out of the clouds after a never ending storm. Blake felt her breath hitch, her heart starting to pound louder, faster inside her chest. She couldn't help herself, she tilt her head towards Yang's and pressed her lips hard against hers. She licked against Yang's lips, swiping once along the roof of her mouth and getting herself another taste of the pet name.
She liked it.
Blake put one knee on the bed, pushing it further in between Yang's legs and making her gasp. The little intake of air she took made the faunus smirk, her hands leaving the flushed cheeks behind to wrap her fingers at the back of Yang's head. Her girlfriend shuddered and let out another sound, lost in their kiss. Blake tilted her head and swallowed it, her tongue pushing inside and making Yang groan against her painted lips.
Yang's arms wrapped around Blake and she could feel the cold plastic and the warm, always nearly scalding skin of Yang's complete arm next to it. She didn't mind, the prosthetic had, in fact, never bothered her; but she knew Yang cared.
Blake pulled away just enough to speak, words flowing against the inviting lips of the blonde as she tried to be thoughtful. It was getting increasingly hard to be thoughtful in words the more she kissed the brawler.
"Do you want to remove your arm baby?"
Yang's breath was short and she blinked a couple times before replying, clearly dazed. "Y-yeah, take it off."
Blake couldn't help herself, she felt the pull to tease the blonde in her current docile self and the words just left her lips before she could review them in her head first. "Take it off ...?"
Yang's cheek darkened and her grip on the faunus grew more firm "take it off, please."
Blake smiled at that, pulling away from Yang and back on her two feet. Her cat ears didn't miss the barely audible whimper the brawler made at the loss of contact, but she didn't show it. Bending over slightly, she undid the latch from around her shoulders and pulled it off. She didn't just threw it aside like she had seen Yang do several times, but put it down one one of the desk, near a candle.
Turning back towards Yang, she didn't miss the way her eyes flew back up. She had the decency to look slightly guilty at being caught, but just barely. She could play with that.
"Someone's enjoying the sights by herself."
Yang stammered "I just- you just- Blake have you looked at yourself in the mirror before you left the bathroom?"
She had, it was for that exact reason that the disbelieve in her voice made her smirk instead of blush. Yang was just so cute when she was flustered like this. Teasing her the whole night would be a lot of fun.
"I did. I only left when I felt that I looked good enough to eat." She smirked and walked forward, leaning forward and pressing her arms against her breast to push them together. "Do I look good enough to eat Yang?"
Yang opened her mouth but said nothing, Blake merely smiled innocently, pushing the blonde bangs away from her red face. "Is that a yes?"
Heaving in slow, deep breaths, Yang didn't answer. Instead, she rose her arm to wrap around Blake, but Blake was having none of it. Raising both hands, she pushed on Yang's shoulders, making her back hit the mattress hard enough to rebound slightly. The blonde looked ahead in shock, but shimmied her way backward when she noticed the faunus prowling towards her on all four, golden eyes lit up in proud cockiness.
"Well if you won't tell me, I'll say it" purred Blake, stopping at Yang's waist and bending over to bite at the hem of her pants, nosing her way to warm skin and nibbling at it. She rose her eyes to the blonde and smirked, fully aware that her position would make her eyes glow in a predatory way.
"You look good enough to eat."
"Hooooooly shhiiiiiit..." came the low groan from Yang as she let her head fall back against the pillow.
Blake bit down on Yang's skin to stop herself from laughing at her reaction, pulling her head back up, she crawled forward once more. Blake sat on Yang's hips, raising her arms over her head in a slow stretch, one amber eye staying open and looking down at Yang staring up at her, eyes wide and mouth slightly open. Blake reached down, fingers brushing over Yang's cleavage and throat. Her hand wrapped loosely around the blonde's throat, along the curve of her jaw before cupping it.
"Now's the time to be enjoying the sights" she whispered, thumb pressing down against her lower lip, pushing the plump flesh to the side before smearing the remains of her purple lipstick against her chin. "Do I look good enough to eat?"
Yang gazed back at her, eyes opened wide in awe. Captivated, she looked at Blake like she was the latest wonder of the world; and Blake believed it. Blake believed it because Yang felt every emotions strongly, she felt them raw, on the spot and never hid from them. Yang had looked at her like this several times, and each times, Blake felt her chest fill with heat. She felt her lungs fill with the purest of air, like the cold air of that winter night she got saved. She could smell the smoke in her hair and the charred skin, but even if those smells should be awful or remind her of the bad side of that night; it didn't. Because every action, every obstacles that got in their way that night was the same thing that brought them back together. Yang pushed herself with her elbow and licked at the lipstick smear bellow her lip.
"You look good enough to eat, I'd spend the rest of my life ordering the same meal and I'd never get tired of it."
Blake grabbed a handful of Yang's shirt and pulled roughly, leaning down to crash their lips together.
Yang rose a hand to Blake's cheek, caressing it, marveling at Blake's hidden strength keeping her up and off the mattress. Pushing the blonde back to the bed, the panting faunus hastily took a hold of her shirt's hem and pulled it up the powerful woman's torso.
"Come on come on come on" growled Blake, impatiently waiting for Yang to help her task by raising her upper body. The shirt was thrown somewhere at the foot of the bed and Blake leaned down again, teeth nipping between Yang's impressive breast. The blonde heaved a breath, half moaning half gasping at the feel of the faunus' slightly pointy teeth against the slope of her breast. She rubbed Blake's ears lovingly, caressing the soft fur at the base until Blake's hand came up from nowhere and pinned it over her head. Blake's ears folded over her head and she hissed.
"Keep that hand there and behave."
The faunus pounced her prey again, lips latching on to the blonde's exposed neck and biting hard. Yang moaned, hand flexing into a fist and staying obediently over her head. "Shit."
Blake kissed her way down the blonde's neck, towards the slope of her breast again before leaning back a bit, tongue slipping out and slowly licking her lips, relishing the taste of her lover's sweat. Her eyes locked into Yang's, noticing how entranced she was as she stared down at her. Blake grinned and pushed the cup of her bra aside, tongue coming out from her parted lips to trail over her left breast and covering her nipple with the rough appendage.
"Shi- Shit!"
Yang's eyes closed tightly, and Blake followed suit with a grin still firmly in place. Releasing the cup, she let her cool hands wander at the back of the blonde, fumbling around to try and find the clasp despite the restrained space their position afforded her.
"It's a f- front clasp" gasped Yang, eyes still firmly closed.
Blinking slowly, Blake let her fingers glide back to hold Yang's sides firmly. Digging her thumbs in the blonde's ribs she released her breast, tongue retreating to the confine of her own mouth as she gazed up at her prey.
"Yang, look at me."
Lilac orbs peered behind low eyelids and Blake stared back, a knowing smirk uncovering her sharp canines to the other girl as she leaned down and used them to undo the clasp in one, smooth movement of her jaw. She paused, marveling at the uncovered flesh slowly being revealed to her hungry gaze. Blake never held any fascination for breast before, having a pair herself and being surrounded by so many of them put on display at the club would be a good reason she supposed. Despite the logic behind it, she found herself weirdly compelled to Yang's bosom, feeling the urge to taste, to worship them like something precious.
Throwing the bra aside, the faunus pressed the side of her face between them, inhaling deeply. The scent coming from this spot was heavenly, and Blake couldn't comprehend why. The sound Yang's heart made as it was hammering against her rib cage was easy to explain however, and it shook Blake back into action. Her tongue ran across Yang's untouched right breast and a choked gasp made her cat ears twitch on her head. She licked another long, languid stripe across her girlfriend's warm skin and pressed an open mouthed kiss over the peak.
Finally leaning back on her seat to look down at her work, Blake was satisfied to see Yang's skin covered in purple lip stick smears. Looking back at Yang through her eyelashes she smiled, confidence filled her at the image in front of her. Yang's hand was still tightly closed in a fist, knuckles white from the effort as she stubbornly kept it over her head, following her instructions. The skin of her face and the top of her chest were flushed deeply. Her breast were moving up and down rapidly, chest expending rapidly each time to send the desired oxygen to her lungs. Her eyes still held some of their earlier wonder, but were clouded over with a very deep yearning and an abundance of desire.
Blake's hand came down to caress the brawler's abs, each fingers finding purchase as her nails scratched at the quivering muscles.
"You definitely started working out seriously again, those are more solid then I remember" she whispered, biting her lip at the feel of the hard raises beneath Yang's soft skin. Her finger tips ghosted their way upward, travelling in a straight line towards her girlfriend's chin where she used two fingers to prop it up. Rocking her hips in a slow, purposeful grind against Yang, she locked their eyes together. "What do you want from me Yang?"
Blinking, the blonde's eyes cleared and her gaze fell to the side "nothing."
Rocking her hips down harder this time, Blake forced Yang to look at her again with a push of her fingers. "What do you want?"
Yang's jaw clenched and she closed her eyes, face contorting in a harsh frown. That would not do at all. Blake splayed her five fingers over Yang's collar bone, using the stable surface to lean down close enough for both their nose to touch. Rubbing them slowly together, she saw Yang open her eyes again, lilac gazing up at her in confusion. Blake said and did nothing for a moment, looking into Yang's eyes, as if she could see what was plaguing her, as if she could read the blonde like a book. She was pretty sure she could if she tried.
"Yang, if you keep refusing me, that'll make me feel more awful than anything you could ever want from me. Of course you want me, we wouldn't be in this position if you didn't. Now, get that stupid thought out of your brain and let me fulfill all your desires."
Blake felt more then heard the way Yang's throat bobbed, the way she gasped some sort of a moan. She couldn't help herself; she skipped right to the ending of the book.
"Because that's all I want to do, that's all I crave, all I think about when we're in bed together. Let me be the one who gets to completely get under your skin Yang Xiao Long. Let me be the one person who makes you fall apart and beg to be put back together, because we both know that I can do that."
Yang looked absolutely speechless, her mouth was slightly open, tears glistening in her wide lavender eyes, darkened by lust. She swallowed again and licked her lips, hand coming down from its obedient perch to cup the faunus' cheek "kiss me, please."
And Blake did, she kissed Yang with all the passion she had accumulated for that woman, all the restrained, pent up sexual frustration she had endured and suppressed. She kissed Yang with all the love in her heart, that had begged to find an outlet ever since she was a teenager; reading romance in her bed at night. She kissed Yang like she tasted smoke and burning buildings and- and.
She kissed Yang like she always wanted to, like she deserved. With love and passion, like their whole relationship had been since the very beginning.
"Blake" Yang whimpered in a broken sob, her only hand coming up to grasp her shoulder blade firmly, pulling her closer against her. And Blake let her, because right this moment she didn't care about her little topping teasing game anymore. She needed to indulge in this passion that radiated from both of them, this fire that seemed to exude from Yang's every pore. She needed more of it, she always craved more of it. She needed it to burn her skin, to brand her with this love that Yang held so deep inside, this devotion she held so close to her heart. She couldn't fathom how no one had laid any claim on it yet. How... no one had gave Yang what she deserved and asserted themselves as this amazing woman's one and only.
Blake knelled a bit higher over the blonde, hands reaching down and fumbling to find purchase on the zipper of Yang's jeans. She finally found it and hurriedly pulled it down, all but shoving her hand down the brawler's panties. A deep groan of relief left both their lips at the same time. Blake hazily realized she had stopped kissing Yang and found her mouth opened against her own in a silent moan. She felt the sudden pull in her chest and she knew.
She knew she needed to claim Yang as hers and hers only. Fuck how animal-like that made her sound, she needed to mark her in every possible ways. Yang was hers, and no one would ever be able to love her like she did.
Blake tilt her head to the side and pressed her lips back against Yang's, molding their mouth tightly together again. Her long fingers were tingling at how hot Yang's bare flesh was against her, at how wet she was. A shiver ran down her spine and a familiar heat filled her chest in waves, making it even harder to breathe.
"Yang..." Blake pulled away from Yang's delicious lips, face dipping lower to nip at the soft skin below her ears, slowly making her way up where she took her lobe inside her mouth, sucking softly. "Yang..."
She could feel the brawler tremble, and she slowly moved her fingers against her, dipping her digits low only to come back up, smeared in her wetness. She repeated the process a few times, feeling Yang writhe under her. She was waiting for something in particular, something she knew would come soon.
"Blake!" gasped Yang in a broken sob. There we go.
Blake's tongue found purchase on the shell of Yang's ear and her middle and pointing fingers sank into her girlfriend without any resistance. Instantly, her whole body was lifted off the bed as Yang's back arched, her arm and stump crossing behind Blake's neck to hold on. "Oh god Blake."
The faunus' ears flicked at Yang's moans, a shiver coursing through them and brushing against Yang's nose. The brawler's grip on her neck slackened a bit and Blake found herself purring out a moan of her own as plump lips wrapped around her cat appendage. Not one to lose her focus however, Blake's fingers rubbed along her girlfriend's walls as she pulled them out slowly, sinking them back inside in a come hither motion, trying to reach far enough inside the blonde.
Teeth sank slightly in the sensitive flesh of her ear and Blake gasped against Yang's. The bonde's hips were already bucking wildly against her hand and she could barely keep herself focused with how much Yang writhed under her. That wouldn't do.
Blake pulled her fingers out of the brawler, her other hand pushing herself back in her earlier sitting position. Yang let go of her, her expression dazed with a hint of betrayal. The dark haired beauty merely smirked, raising her hand up to her face and sucking her fingers clean one at a time. "That won't work, you thrash way too much baby."
Yang hid her face in the pillow, groaning as Blake reached across the bed. She pulled out her purchase from earlier, rolling off the bed and off of Yang to fasten it to herself. The brawler rolled to her side, opening her eyes again and instantly her mouth fell open.
"You... how long have you had that in your drawer?"
Blake grinned at her girlfriend and pulled at one of the belts on her strap-on. "Since this afternoon."
Yang bit her lip, a smile curling the corner of her lips. Blake tilted her head to the side, one of her ears twitching by itself as she observed her girlfriend's face. Yang didn't seem reluctant or nervous, Blake wasn't sure what she was expressing right now, and that worried her a bit seeing as Yang was usually as easy to read as a book.
"Is this okay? I figured you'd enjoy that."
Yang seemed to snap out of her own head and their eyes met. The blonde swallowed, closing her legs in a self conscious manner. Blake frowned, that wouldn't do, maybe she really needed to keep Yang occupied with heavy desire to see what she truly wanted.
"Yang."
A long finger caressed the underside of Yang's chin again, making her close her deep lavender eyes and lean into the touch.
"Yang stop thinking..."
The faunus crawled on the bed and let her body slowly cover the brawler's, her smaller frame covering Yang as she leaned down to press soft kisses along her jaw. Yang's hand traced the curve of her rib cage, then up her shoulder blade before wrapping itself around the back of her neck, pinching the muscles slightly, and making the dark haired woman moan softly against her skin.
"Blake..."
Yang's voice was shaking, and the sound made Blake raise her head and press her forehead down over hers.
"Blake, I just- I don't know how- I'm not sure I can let go anymore... It's so hard to just let someone else lead, it scares me a bit..."
Blake slowly blinked, tilting her head just enough to press their lips together in a soft, tender kiss. Feeling like she could understand her a little more, Blake realized that perhaps Yang had been forced to keep so many aspects of her life under control that she didn't know how to let go anymore. Meanwhile, Blake had to learn how to get that control back...
Blake broke the kiss and leaned her chin on her hands that were pressed on top of Yang's collar bone, making her look up into the unsure gaze of her lover.
"You don't need to impress me tonight. You don't need to live up to some kind of expectations you think I have for this, or that you made for yourself."
Blake let her fingertips slide from the blonde's collar bone to her throat. She wrapped her fingers along the back of her head, using her thumb to press against her jaw and make her face tilt itself up.
"I want to love you tonight, I want to express all the cravings I've had, all the lust I got boiling in my veins when you show me your vulnerable side. Nothing you will say or do tonight could temper this heat that fills me when we touch. I don't need any coaxing from you, I think I've wanted to make you mine since you recognized me in that booth at the White Fang."
Blake pressed their hips together, making the dildo press against Yang's trembling thighs. Her teeth gave her jaw a little nip and she pressed her lips to the blonde's ear, drinking in the soft gasps escaping Yang's lips. "All I need from you is a yes, and I'll make you mine tonight."
"Jesus fucking christ Blake..."
Blake smiled against Yang's ear, her tongue darting out to lick around the shell and into it "that's not a yes..."
The brawler jerked under her, hips pressing up against the faunus as a whine escaped her lips. Her head shifted aside, leaving her neck even more exposed to the faunus' hungry gaze. Blake felt a slight tinge of annoyance but swept it aside as an idea came to her mind. She rolled off Yang, sitting up besides her, and making the blonde look up at her in surprise.
"Take my hand baby."
Yang blushed, the bright red on the powerful brawler's cheeks would always be the cutest thing Blake had ever seen. Shaking her head, Blake's focus came back to her task and she wiggled her fingers invitingly. Yang bit her lip, rolling to the side to shuffle closer to Blake on her knees.
Blake's hand led her to sit over her lap, the dildo pressing against her inner thigh in a reminder of what Blake was planning. Reminding herself of the clingy side of Yang she had witnessed earlier, Blake pulled the blonde against her forcefully, feeling her heart pound strongly against her own chest.
"Just let go baby, let go, I got you. I'm strong remember, I'm strong and you can lean on me."
Yang trembled in her arms and Blake cupped her face in her hands.
"Yang, do you want this?"
Yang stared into her eyes, her own lilac orbs clearing like she could finally see her properly for the first time of the night.
"Yeah. Yeah I do."
Blake smiled, pulling at the brawler's face to kiss her eagerly. She felt the remains of Yang's right arm wrap around her neck and her hand combed up through her raven locks before treading around her ear. The action pulled a sharp hip thrusting motion from her and she heard Yang gasp, her legs trembling as the dildo bumped against her.
When Blake felt that the time was right, she pushed at Yang's chest softly, making their mouths pull away just enough for Yang to kneel over her lap a mere couple of inches. Letting out a trembling, lust filled breath, Blake pushed the tip of the contraption inside her girlfriend, letting the woman adjust and position herself comfortably over it.
"Blake..."
The faunus felt her ears flick towards the voice she came to associate with warmth and want. She glanced up from between their bodies and met the deep lavender of Yang's gaze. There was something in there, searching her, prodding her for answers she knew she couldn't give. But despite it all, she knew she could guide Yang through it; and so she let go of the last of her chains and pushed her hips up.
A high pitch gasp poured out of Yang lips and her hold on the faunus tightened. Blake's hands circled the taller woman's hips and her fingers dug deeply in her skin before pushing her away and sliding out of her until only the head of the dildo was left inside her. Yang barely had time to let out a mix between a whine and a sob before Blake pulled her back down, filling her completely once more.
Yang threw her head back and cried out.
Blake hadn't expected that the sound of Yang's cries could bring her to such height, yet here she was, feeling herself tighten on nothing at the wanton cry her girlfriend had just let out. The faunus kept her motions going, helped by Yang's own movements as she rode her.
Sweat soon covered both their bodies and Yang unwrapped her arms from around her, pushing her down flat on her back as she leaned forward, hopping up and down faster with the freedom of movement she had just given herself.
Blake's golden eyes raked over Yang's body, the candle light was making the sweat over her chest glisten and the faunus couldn't help licking her lips at the sight. Blake's hands let go of her hips, instead they made their way up her abs, over her rib cage before settling around and cupping her breast. Yang's hand covered one of Blake's and made her press her palm over the hardened nipple.
"Bla- ake... dun just lay there, you d-dick."
The dark haired girl laughed, letting go of the blonde's bosom with one hand and walked her fingers downwards, where Yang was steadily rocking herself up and down Blake's strap-on. She looked up and into deep lavender eyes, grin on her lips as she started massaging her girlfriend's thighs in large motions.
"What do you want from me?"
Yang shivered, a moan escaping her lips before she tensed her jaw tightly.
"I mean, you're doing so good all by yourself right about now, I'm just...enjoying the show."
A loud whine escaped the brawler and she rolled her hips, trying to coax the faunus into action.
"I could be more actively participating of course...Hmm... it all depends Yang, are you going to be good and let me take you? Or are you going to buck me off of you again?"
Blake smirked, enjoying the faces the blonde was making as she spoke, breath short and voice raw with exertion.
"Please Blake, I'm begging you; touch me. You know I can't come if you won't touch me."
Blake closed her eyes, the way Yang spoke gave her shivers. Her voice was so full of need and pent up desire. She was no stranger to that kind of voice, but the way Yang wrapped her lips around those exact words, the way she said it as she was struggling for breath... it made Blake exhale hotly, her vision blur and her hands itching to just turn the blonde over and take her on her knees.
Instead, Blake lift her hand and let her knuckles brush against Yang's clit, making the woman jolt in shock before moaning her name.
"Bla-aake."
The faunus wrapped her fingers around Yang's, pulling her down and pressing their bodies together as she rocked her hips up to meet hers. Blake kept her hand between their bodies, fingers caressing her, wrapping around the base of the strap-on to collect Yang's wetness, and pressing back over her clit.
Yang untangled her fingers from Blake's, both her arms wrapping around the faunus' shoulders and clinging to her tightly. A breathy sob broke past her lip and she pressed her mouth to one of the twitching cat ears.
"Hold me tighter" came the breathy demand in her ear, and Blake nodded, arm circling her waist and holding on to Yang, pressing her back against her as her other hand kept making circles over her clit, slipping over the impressive amount of wetness.
Blake slowly slid her hand down Yang's back, nails scratching hard enough to leave a red mark, but not enough to break the skin. She cupped Yang's ass cheek in her hand and groped, pulling at her bum and forcing the blonde to push down harder against her.
"Shit!"
Exhaling warm, humid breath over the faunus ears did nothing to quench the growing need that build in the pit of Blake's stomach, and she merely started making smaller, tighter circles around Yang's clit. A garbled, unintelligible string of words was moaned in Blake's ears before a whine broke from her throat.
"Blaake!"
The whine turned into an exhale and subsequent chanting of Blake's name and she swallowed harshly, trying to suppress the urge... suppress this growing need, that felt foreign and unfamiliar, alien even. It felt weird, it felt scary, it f-
Fuck it.
It felt right. And she'll be damned if she ever suppressed herself around Yang again.
Blake bit down hard enough to break the brawler's skin, the thick muscle between her shoulder and her neck contracting beneath her teeth, and finally, Yang's body tensed in her arms.
Blake's arms tightened up, holding Yang so close she would be afraid to hurt her if it was anyone else. The blonde shook sporadically, walls squeezing the dildo still sheathed all the way in, making the strap-on push the base roughly unto Blake's clit.
Yang finally moved, pushing on Blake's chest to go back to her knees, looking down and into the faunus' golden gaze. Awe, amazement, wonder... all those things were reflected in her eyes. But most of all, love.
Blake was shivering, both from the way Yang was looking at her, but also from the pent up lust that she had build while making love to the sun.
Yang smiled and let her hand fall between their legs, finding Blake's clit and making slow circles.
"Oh yang" gasped Blake, still wound up so tightly. "Fuck me..."
"It's so hot when you say that."
Blake let out a grunt, hands trying to push the leather straps off and away from her legs but Yang grabbed her hands in her own and pinned them to the bed above her. Blake glared at the blonde and the woman merely chuckled.
"Oh dun look at me like that, you had your turn."
Still pinning both of the faunus' hands up, Yang grinned before letting go. She delicately trailed her fingers along her arms, fingertips tickling along the inside of her arms as she did.
"Leave them there okay? I'd keep them pinned but I need my one hand for what I have in mind."
Curious, Blake slowly took a hold of the headboard in her hands and nodded. Yang gave her a tender smile, bending over to kiss her sweetly before straightening back up, a smirk of pure diabolical intent replacing it instantly.
"I'll hold you to that" came a murmur from Yang's lips before she sat back on the dildo. The action pushed the base against Blake who pushed her back against the mattress, moaning in a long exhale. She was about to glance back down at Yang when she felt her warm fingers prodding her beneath the strap-on.
"Hold on Baby, we're going on a ride you and I."
Three fingers slid inside her and a choked moan left her lips. The pressure inside her was finally getting some sort of relief and it felt magnificent. The stretch made her shiver, hips trusting up against Yang's fingers, up into her. At this rate she wasn't going to last very long.
Dazed golden eyes followed the bouncing of Yang's generous breast and she held the headboard tighter. She could feel the copious amount of wetness between her thighs, coating Yang's fingers as she pumped rapidly in and out of her. She gasped for air, knuckles turning white as she gripped the headboard as hard as she could. Yang was finally letting go and she was afraid that it would be over quite soon as she already felt herself lose her mind, stars dancing between her closed eyelids.
But then everything stopped and her eyes opened wide, glancing around for the culprit of this very sudden lack of stimulation. There stood Yang, kneeling over Blake, fingers unhooking the strap-on. She felt tears fill her eyes at the unfairness of it all.
"Why did you stop, I-I was so close Yang."
Her complaining came to a halt when Yang finally pulled the strap on loose. The belts were tossed aside, but the toy brought to Yang's lips. Blake watched in amazement as Yang's tongue dragged up the purple phallus, gathering her own juice before puling it back in her mouth, smacking her lips in satisfaction.
"You might say I'm being crass, but from the look you're giving me right now you dun seem to mind."
Blake's brain was absent, she had shut down, there was no more thoughts left, just instinct. And so she pounced on the blonde, landing on chest and dragging herself up to her chin. With a growl, Blake gathered a handful of gold locks and pulled Yang's mouth to her painfully tender lips.
"Please shut up."
"Yes m'am."
Both hands lost in the golden locks, Blake arched her back at the feeling of the brawler's tongue pushing inside her. It was laughable how she could have ever perceived this as something dirty before. How she had denied Yang this act, had denied her access to her whole body, her very soul. Biting her lip, Blake glanced down, the sight of half lidded lavender eyes staring back into her own made her breathe out feverishly. Her hand gripped at Yang's hair at the base of her skull and pulled, making Yang breath out a moan against her thigh. Blake could smell Yang getting turned on again from the hair pulling and so she kept a firm grip, pulling her closer to her dripping core.
"You always joke about blowing my mind Yang, now's your time to put your money where your mouth is. Or rather..." the faunus breathed, looking down in a daze as her girlfriend picked up the pace, hand grasping her hip hard enough to bruise. She had a feeling Yang wouldn't disappoint, she was getting used to how fulfilling this relationship was becoming.
With her head thrown back, Blake gasped. Really fulfilling.
