"Aww, I don't get to hear YOU singing an embarrassing song? No fair." Yang brushes her hair out of her face as she walks into the communal kitchen and notices you.
You jump, but relax once you see it's your girlfriend. Err… one of them. "It wasn't an embarrassing song just because the artist is better known for pop and spelling her name with a $." Yang continues to fix her hair, spending her attention on beautification; you think it's cute that she wants to look as attractive as possible this early despite being YANG.
Yang sidles up to you in her sunflower pajamas, a welcome change despite deviating from her usually sexy outfits. "I told you, I have a reputation! I can't be taken seriously if people know I like sappy songs by pop artists."
"Do I not take you seriously?" you tease. As far as you know, you're the only one save maybe Ruby that knows about Yang's secret singing talents and taste in music. Sure, you've broken a few barriers with Yang, having slept with her and all, but that was still an intimate thing only you shared.
Yang gives you a quick jab to the stomach. "You're special."
"Am I now?"
"I mean, yeah. Who else gets all four of us?"
"Don't you kinda do that?"
"Look, if I got to bang Ruby, Weiss, Blake AND me, I wouldn't say no. You're the only one afforded that and NO, jilling off doesn't count."
"I guess I'm special then."
"You are. You're still the only one I've dated to see… this me. Morning me. Save Ruby, obvs."
"I like morning you. I'm sure Blake and Weiss would, too."
"I know, but… Well, morning me is a lot more shy. I don't like feeling… vulnerable like this and having people see me."
"Vulnerable?"
"Like, you know how you see a girl in her underwear and she's all embarrassed, but you see the same girl in the same place in a bikini?"
"We can arrange that…"
"I'm serious! I don't really like being seen in pajamas. At least, these sorts of pajamas."
"You look really cute in pajamas!" Though you do like booty-shorts Yang, her pajamas were pleasing in their own specific way. You start to figure out what Yang means when you think about how different she looks in them.
"Yeah, but I feel… vulnerable. Like I said, underwear vs bikinis. I dress sexy and confident to FEEL sexy and confident. These make me feel… comfortable and cute, but not badass and sexy. I dunno, I can't explain it right."
"Being comfortable is not a bad thing! And neither is being cute."
"And that's why you're special. Aside from the people that sleep in my room, you're the ONLY one that gets to see me in these." Yang pauses and looks down at her cute-not-sexy pajamas. "Like, I don't know why, but… not even my other partners I've had before… You're the only one I feel… comfortable seeing me in these. My team doesn't really count since we share a room, but… yeah."
You put an arm around Yang's shoulder. Again, despite having slept with her, something was very intimate about this exchange. It feels weird to think, but you guess that you're one of very few that see Yang's more vulnerable side, represented in her pjs.
Wanting to justify Yang's feelings about her comfort around you, you brush her hair as you cook your breakfast. She doesn't stop you, which says a lot about her feelings. You stand together in silence, the only sounds being eggs popping.
"These are burnt as dicks you know."
You sigh and hang your head. "Yeah. Yeah, I do."
"You want me to make some?"
"Please."
You move out of the way and allow Yang to start fixing your mistakes. You feel like an idiot in that a pretty girl made you burn your breakfast, though to be fair she's really cute and she also thinks your special :D. You begin preparing something a bit less burnable, mixing protein powder, bananas, and milk to create a drink for Yang later while she prepares omelets.
You look over at Yang preparing breakfast. It was like looking at an entirely different woman than normal; this was Yang's overshadowed motherly side, the one she adopted to take care of Ruby. Even though her hair was up and her clothes were conservative, she still had a sense of beauty, if a bit softer than her usual look. She looked happy, content, rather than cocky and pleased. You enjoy your view as you prepare some coffee for her and her team.
Caught up in cooking, Yang fails to notice you looking at her. It takes a few minutes for her to turn her head and see you staring; she quickly looks back to her pan, blushing as she flips the omelet. "Y-you're staring at me…"
"Am I?" you say, attempting to flirt. "More just enjoying the view."
"Oh, shut up." Yang's words are betrayed by her smile. You both fall silent and let the kitchen make the noise. Eventually, Yang begins humming a familiar tune, making sure to not let anyone but you hear. Though it's quiet, you enjoy the sound of Yang humming and how cute she looks while cooking. Come to think of it, it was Yang cooking that pushed you and Weiss together originally; she'd offered to help the two of you bake a cake, did most of the work, and flirted with you to press Weiss into kissing you. Weird now as you love the view of her cooking for you.
Yang shifts her third omelet into a tupperware for her team while sectioning two onto two plates. You trade her a coffee for one and begin eating, sitting quietly on the counter and just enjoying each other's presence.
"You really need to learn how to make eggs," Yang snickers, halfway done with her food.
"I was distracted to be fair."
"Please. I KNOW I dress to distract, but you can't even see my legs in this."
"Yang, I should not have to tell you that I care more about you than whatever you're wearing." Before Yang gets a chance to speak, you add, "Besides, I still like what I see."
Yang puts her plate down and looks at you with fire in her eyes. "Fine. Prove it."
Normally, you think you'd tell Yang to come over to you so you can initiate a makeout session, but this doesn't feel right for the moment. Besides, there was still a risk of someone walking in; you couldn't let anyone know about your relationship lest they think you're cheating on a public figure. Instead, you calmly out your plate down, stroll up to Yang, and look her in the eyes.
Without a word, you brush a bit of hair out of Yang's face. You lift her up by the chin and lean in for a long, slow kiss, making sure to close the kitchen door with your Semblance. You taste coffee on her lips, the coffee that you brewed for her. Despite very clearly choreographing your actions, Yang is caught off guard by your display; it takes her a moment to reciprocate her kiss, and once you break off, she lags behind. You plant another quick kiss in her forehead, say, "I love you," and step back, continuing your breakfast.
You see Yang steam. This was different than when you slept with her. Before, she was consumed by lust, as were you. You were focused on her physical attraction far more than the woman herself, as she did with you. This, however, you recognize as love; Yang and her history of sleeping around, missing parental figures, and sexual nature, was unable to recognize the emotion at first.
"W-what…" Yang mumbles, confused. Eventually, she sees your loving smile and realizes what she's feeling. "Oh… Oh, Brothers Grimm, I… oh…" Her cheeks begin to turn bright red, a far cry from her usual cool. You've seen her embarrassed, but this was another emotion on display. You somehow know that this is the first time Yang says, "I… I love you," to someone other than her family and really means it.
Yang jumps over to you and pulls you in for a tight hug. "I love you, Honey!" A wide, pure smile crosses her face, showing her love of her newfound… love.
You return Yang's hug and don't let go until she does. "Point proven?"
"Point proven."
"I also still think you look sexy in those pajamas."
"Oh, shut up," Yang repeats, though her bubbliness betrays her even more than her earlier smile.
"What, you want me to prove it again?"
A sly sneer replaces Yang's smile. "Betcha can't," she laughs. It's clear she just wants more loving compliments from you.
"Oh, we're back to bets, now?"
"Yeah. I guess we are. Make me feel sexy."
You turn from loving to teasing. Yang likes her games, and she likes her games when she's in the mood. Now the task was getting her there when she's quote unquote, "not dressed sexy." Despite wearing sunflowers that cover everything but her face, you still find them super attractive; they may hide her skin, but they still do pretty well in displaying her curves, and there was something adorable about a girl in pjs. Yang seems to disagree, so you guess you need to play a little dirty.
"Fine," you start. "I bet…" You take a second to think and find the perfect angle of attack. "I bet… you aren't wearing panties." Knowing Yang, there was a reasonable chance she skipped underwear, especially now that she has nothing to hide from her teammates.
"Bzzt," Yang buzzes. "Incorrect. They're pink and they have a little bear on them."
Without hesitating, you say, "Prove it."
Yang jumps at your words.
"How do I know you aren't lying to me~" you tease. Before Yang responds, you use your telekinesis to very clearly and very loudly lock the door to the kitchen, preventing anyone from walking in on any… bets.
Yang looks at you, then the now locked door. "Oh, I'm going to enjoy it when it's my turn to control you~" Turning her eyes to you with a very deliberate smoky glance, she maintains full eye contact, as she slowly lowers her pajama pants. She takes as much time as she wants, drawing slowly down; at first, it appears she was lying and she wasn't wearing panties, but she twitches her fingers and allows her waistband to snap to her waist as she continues to lower her pants. Finally, Yang pulls them to her knees, then lifts her top a bit so you get a nice, good look.
Like Yang said, she was wearing a pair of tight-fitting panties, pastel pink in color with a cartoon bear situated in the center. The bear looks back at you as you stare at Yang's waist, imagining pulling her panties down and enjoying a quick tryst in the kitchen. Sadly, your time was short and you have no idea who else plans on using this kitchen. Plus, you eat here.
"Believe me now?" Yang smirks, reclaiming her decency.
"I believe you." Yang's smile lets you know you're making progress. Before she gets a chance to recover, you follow up with another attack. Seeing as you've learned a lot about women's sleeping habits in the last several months, you feel confident in saying, "But I bet you don't have a bra."
Yang flicks her eyes down, daring you to come forward.
Content to stay where you are, you sip coffee as you use your Semblance to pop the top button of Yang's top open. She previously had all but one done up, but you immediately let her show off a bit more skin, though it's nothing to what she usually rocks.
Yang doesn't move, but widens her smile and narrows her look. She leans back, holding herself up on the counter with both hands, letting you know she had no intention of buttoning up her shirt.
Pop.
Pop.
Pop.
You enjoy your unfiltered gaze at Yang's almost exposed chest. Now with four of six buttons on her top undone, you see pretty clearly that she's not wearing a bra. As she poses for you, leaning on the counter, you see her cleavage now reach down to just below her belly button; were she try a little, she could shimmy around and have her top slide down her shoulders and expose her chest completely, but she remains mostly still.
"Well?" Yang asks.
"Well what?" you say, adding a bit of lecherous intent in your voice. You still feel like playing a but. "You could still be hiding something. I'll have to thoroughly check."
"Don't keep me waiting too long~"
Pop.
Yang was now one button away from her shirt being completely open. Even so, she looks back at you with a face that just says, "Do it, I dare you," meaning you have no choice but to finish what you started.
Pop.
For the first and only time in your life, you hate Yang's breasts. Their size and shape manage to catch either side of her top, preventing her nipples from being exposed as her last button goes. Sure, you could just use your Semblance to shift the weightless cloth out of the way, but that went against the spirit of the dare.
"Well?" you ask, wondering if you'd need to go any further to make Yang believe she was sexy even in pajamas.
"You guessed right. I'm not wearing a bra."
"And?"
"I dunno. Still don't feel too sexy."
It's obvious Yang is lying, but if she wants to keep playing, you just need to raise the stakes. You sigh, grab your cup of coffee, and start walking towards the door to the kitchen.
Yang blinks. "Wait, huh? No more bets?" She turns to look at you start to leave, nearly exposing a breast. She quickly slaps her top to keep from flashing.
You unlock the door to the kitchen, look at Yang, and say, "I bet you won't walk back to your room with your hands tied behind your back. If you don't feel sexy, you must not be showing anything off, right?"
"I hate you," Yang says, carefully lifting off the counter so as not to expose herself.
"Prove it," you tease.
Yang sighs at you. "You win. I feel sexy." She picks up her tupperwares full of omelet and her protein shake and says, "I won't pull it closed if you carry these." With a nervous smile, she hands you the food and follows you out the door, in danger of exposing her breasts to the world if she wasn't careful.
You and Yang walk back to her room while she tries not to flash her boobs. Thankfully, no one interrupts your game, letting you enjoy Yang sheepishly checking her corners and nearly slipping out from behind her minimal cover. Before you allow her to button up, she walks up to her dorm room door, flashes you completely, then pulls her top closed.
"I love you, Honey."