The only good news this month, Yang had decided, was the news of Nora's birthday celebration. For the past few weeks, Sun had been coming around more often than Yang liked. It had put her in a rather sour mood. So when the noisy redhead had announced that they would be going out for her birthday, Yang was more than happy to hear it. There would finally be some time to spend with Blake without Sun breathing down her neck. Now she could finally talk to Blake. After a few drinks, it would definitely be easy to tell her everything she'd been feeling. Yang had been looking forward to this night for almost a week, now. As she got ready, the brawler danced around the room and hummed to herself.
Weiss pushed the door open, "You're awfully chipper."
"Mmhmm." Yang gave a muffled response as she held a hair tie in between her teeth.
"May I ask why?" The heiress said, going through the drawers of her desk.
"Tonight's the night, Weiss." The blonde replied as she took the band out of her mouth, "I'm gonna tell her."
Weiss' expression openly displayed her shock. She could hardly believe her ears. The white-haired girl stopped her task entirely to gawk at Yang. When she had finished putting up a portion of her hair, Yang smiled and folded her arms.
"I must say, Yang. I'm impressed. I was starting to lose hope that you'd ever speak up." Weiss admitted.
"No faith in me, huh?" Yang teased as she slipped on her bomber jacket.
Weiss rolled her eyes, "No, I have faith in you. I was just starting to think maybe you didn't have any in yourself."
"Aw." The blonde further prodded the Ice Queen, pulling her into a squeeze just as she was about to continue rummaging through her desk, "Icy Weissy cares about me."
"I'm going to stop being so nice if you don't unhand me this instant." The Schnee girl warned.
"Alright, alright." Yang chuckled and stepped back, "What'cha lookin' for?"
"I'm looking for a false ID that I had made for Ruby a few months back. It should be in here somewhere." Weiss told her as she absentmindedly continued searching.
"Wait, what?" The brawler asked, "You had a fake ID made for Rubes?"
"Y-Yes… But I only did it because I figured it was fine. I mean, I feel bad! When we go out, she can't drink with us… She's less than a year away from the legal age, so I thought—"
"It's fine, Weiss." Yang assured her, "Has she used it at all?"
"I took her out a handful of times. We didn't drink much, though. I just… I can't find it." Weiss frowned as she looked beneath a pencil case.
"I'm sure it'll be fine. We'll just slip her a few drinks if it's that big a deal. But only a few." Yang said.
Weiss looked at her and lifted a brow, "Why? Are we doing extra training tomorrow?"
"No, but… I don't want it to be noticeable that she's drunk. We don't want our team leader getting into trouble." The blonde reminded her.
She gave a small nod of agreement, "I guess you're right. It should be fine, then… I mean, she can get in. She just can't drink."
"Yeah! Rubes'll be a good sport, anyway. Don't sweat it, Weiss." Yang said nonchalantly.
"Thanks, Yang." Weiss hummed, "It's good to see you like this."
"It's good to feel this way." The blonde concurred.
Yang had most definitely overestimated the amount of drinks it would take for her to get comfortably intoxicated. She'd started drinking when they'd arrived and hadn't stopped since. It had nearly been an hour and a half since their arrival. Nora was already completely hammered. She'd been dragging Ren around the dance floor for several minutes and was being a surprisingly good sport about it. Jaune and Pyrrha watched on from the other end of the bar, laughing every so often when Nora would try to do some sort of fancy move. Weiss had taken Ruby onto the dance floor and was leading her in what would've been an otherwise formal dance if her partner was anyone besides Ruby. The team leader stumbled around as she tried to mimic Weiss' steps and turns and pivots. It was rather precious.
Team CFVY had even made an appearance to the party. At first, it had made Yang wary of whether or not team SSSN would show up. Thankfully, though, there was no sign of them. Not that it would matter anymore. Yang had gotten too drunk to care. Blake was sitting on a black sofa and talking to Velvet, who was sitting beside her. She looked incredible. The cat faunus was sporting a pair of tight, white jeans and a black tube top that exposed her midriff. Yang had been trying not to eye her all night. It proved to be much harder than she'd thought. The blonde continued to watch as Blake socialized with Velvet, occasionally taking a sip of alcohol.
It was nice to see Blake so relaxed. Usually social interaction had her wound up pretty tightly. However, when alcohol was involved, Blake tended to open up a decent amount. Yang liked it when Blake was at ease. Most of the time, alcohol could do the trick for any introvert. Yang, though, would often become twice as obnoxious and loud as usual. She didn't mind. It always made Blake laugh. The song changed and Weiss began dragging Ruby off of the dance floor. The pair approached Yang and the blonde perked up, lifting her brows at them.
"Ruby, I think we should sign up for dance lessons." Weiss was saying as they arrived at the bar.
"Why, Weiss? I'm a great dancer already." Ruby argued, pouting a bit.
Weiss stifled a laugh, "I just think… We could benefit from having some skills with dancing. After all, combat is like a dance. Not only that, but it would give us some…"
Ruby's eyes lit up with childlike excitement as she waited for the words to roll off of Weiss' tongue.
"It will give us some bonding time." The white-haired girl sighed.
Ruby wrapped her arms around Weiss' arm and beamed. Yang's sister made a squealing sound as she shook Weiss a bit. The heiress remained balanced as she rode out Ruby's celebration.
"Weiss! That's a great idea! I can't believe I never thought of it before!" The team leader exclaimed.
"I try my best," Weiss smiled.
Ruby nodded, "Oh, hey. I'm going to run to the bathroom! I'll be back."
"Alright," The heiress said.
"Wow, Weiss. Dance lessons, huh?" Yang slurred as she wiggled her brows.
"Oh, shut up… And I can smell your breath from here." Weiss scowled, "Yang, you're plastered. Why did you drink so much?"
The Schnee girl snatched the beer bottle that was in Yang's hand and the blonde frowned, "Ah, Weiss. Come on. Give it back."
"Oh my goodness, Yang… Did you only want to confess to Blake tonight because you knew it'd be easier if you were both drunk?" She asked in an accusatory tone.
"N-No." Yang hiccuped.
Weiss somehow managed to scowl harder, "Well… If you're going to confess, then go do it. Don't just stand there all night undressing her with your eyes, you dolt."
"Aye, aye, cap'n." Yang gave a messy salute before stumbling off toward Blake.
Weiss rolled her eyes as she turned her back and requested drinks from the bartender. Yang approached the pair of fine faunus women and tried to act as not-drunk as she could manage. The blonde stuck her hands into the pockets of her bomber jacket and smiled as Velvet noticed her approaching. Blake turned her head as well, beaming back at the brawler.
"Hi, Yang," Velvet said warmly, "Enjoying the party?"
"Oh, yeah. Definitely." Yang nodded, "You?"
"It's great." The rabbit faunus agreed.
Yang's eyes flickered to the cat faunus, "What about you, Blake?"
"I'm enjoying myself." Blake told Yang, her voice clearly demonstrating her content.
"That's great. I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" Yang questioned as she suddenly hoped she wasn't intruding on their conversation.
"No, not at all! We were just discussing how things have been going with our teams, lately." Velvet answered.
"Oh, that's great. So, you don't mind if I borrow Blake for a minute?" She wanted to know.
Velvet giggled, "Nope. She's all yours."
"Care to dance?" Yang asked, extending a hand to the raven-haired faunus.
"I'd love to." Blake chuckled as she took Yang's hand and followed her to the dance floor.
The pair goofed around for a bit as the upbeat music with pounding bass blasted over the speakers in the nightclub. After a few minutes, it switched to something a little slower and a few groups began to vacate the dance floor, leaving only couples and pairings in their wake. Yang was about to suggest they go sit down and have a drink when Blake wrapped her arms around the brawler's neck. The faunus stepped closer to her and rested her head in the crook of her neck. Yang snaked her arms around Blake's waist and gently carried her to the rhythm of the music.
"Blake?" The blonde said after a moment, her fingertips feeling as though they were burning against Blake's exposed skin.
"Hm?" The faunus responded.
Yang hesitated for a bit before finally speaking again, "Can we talk?"
"Always." Blake said quietly, her head still resting against Yang, "What about?"
"Is it cool if we step outside? It's kind of noisy." Yang asked.
"Yeah," Blake said, dropping her arms to her sides.
The brawler took her hand and led her toward the door. They stepped outside of the club, standing on the sidewalk in the night air. It was quiet, save for the sound of muffled music coming from the club and the occasional passing car. Blake shivered a bit and Yang pulled her jacket off, draping it over her teammate's shoulders. She smiled at the blonde before putting her arms in the sleeves as they strolled over to the alley on the side of the building. Blake put her hands in the pockets of the jacket and Yang tried not to stare. The cat faunus looked as beautiful as ever, even if she was a little blurry. Yang leaned against the brick wall of the building next to the nightclub and folded her arms.
"What did you want to talk about?" The raven-haired girl inquired.
"Listen…" Yang began, "Lately, I've… I've been wanting to talk to you."
"Uh huh. You already told me that, Yang." Blake giggled.
"No, Blake, don't laugh… It's… S-Serious." The brawler hiccuped again.
The cat faunus brought a hand to her mouth to hide her mischievous smile, "Sorry, sorry… What's going on?"
"You know how you've been bringing Sun around a lot lately?" Yang asked.
"Mmhmm." Blake nodded, "Why?"
"I hate that guy." The blonde admitted.
"What?" The faunus laughed a bit, "How come?"
"Because, Blake… It's…" Yang stumbled for the right words.
Though it was simple to tell her, putting words together was suddenly astronomically more difficult than Yang had predicted. The fact that she'd had too much to drink wasn't exactly helping. The blonde already wasn't the most articulate person in Remnant… Now she'd given herself twice the handicap. Yang ran a hand through her hair and shook her head a bit. Blake looked at her and despite the hazy look in her eyes, she appeared concerned.
"Yang?"
The brawler sucked in a deep breath, "Blake, I'm in love with you."
Blake blinked as Yang felt the weight of the world roll off of her shoulders.
She continued, "I can't stand it when Sun comes around… I-I talk to Weiss but I just couldn't be brave enough to tell you until now… I know you feel the same way, but I know you wouldn't say anything either… Now, with Sun around, I just—"
Her rambling was cut short by the faunus' lips crashing against her own. Yang's eyes shut slowly as she relished the feeling of Blake's mouth pressed against hers. It was better than she'd ever imagined. Her lips were soft and full with the faintest hint of peppermint chapstick on them. The blonde cupped the side of her face, pulling her in closer and not daring to pull away. The taste of vodka was so strong on Blake's tongue that Yang felt as though she was drinking it herself. When the pair finally parted for a breath, they pressed their foreheads together. Yang gently combed her fingers through Blake's hair.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that." Blake said quietly, her hand coming to rest in the center of Yang's chest.
The blonde leaned in again and planted a gentle kiss on her lips. Yang was surprised at how fiercely the faunus kissed her back. It felt like every emotion the two had felt since they'd met was being poured into the kiss. It was longing, yet wanton and filled with need. Blake's teeth grazed the brawler's lip as her hand slid down between her thighs. Blake was definitely keeping her on her toes tonight. Yang couldn't just sit back and let the introvert take the lead. She grabbed Blake's waist and whirled her around, pushing her back against the wall. Blake moaned into her mouth and Yang decided she couldn't wait any longer.
Her hands went for the faunus' jeans, fumbling as they hastily unbuttoned them. Blake pulled away and looked down at Yang's hands slipping into her pants. The raven-haired girl bit her bottom lip as she felt her teammate's fingertips running over the crotch of her now damp underwear. Yang pulled the fabric to the side and slid her fingers along the length of Blake's lips. The faunus whimpered, her fingers hooking through the belt loops on Yang's jeans. Blake tugged her closer and rested her forehead on the blonde's shoulder. Yang pushed two fingers inside of her teammate, receiving a lascivious moan from Blake in response. Her hot breath against Yang's collarbone was driving the brawler crazy.
"Mmph," Blake breathed, "Yang."
Yang was already euphoric on account of the alcohol she'd consumed, but hearing her name roll off of Blake's tongue in such a way had put her on cloud nine. She continued to thrust her fingers in and out of her best friend, relishing every gasp and moan that spilled from her lips. Yang was determined to finish what she had started, but it seemed that Blake had other plans. The faunus grabbed her wrist and held it tight. She lifted her head to look at Yang, who raised her brows in worry. With her free hand, Blake brought her palm to rest against her teammate's cheek. Her thumb lazily grazed over her skin and she looked at Yang with half-lidded eyes.
"Take me home." She ordered.
Yang had just barely shut the door to their dormitory when Blake grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her down the hallway toward their shared bedroom. The taxi ride to the Academy had been excruciating. At one point, Yang was convinced that it was never going to end. The feeling of Blake's fingertips running up and down her thighs had lit a fire in the pit of her stomach. Blake's actions had only continued to feed the flame. When they reached their bedroom, Blake pushed Yang down onto her bed. The blonde was shocked to see her taking the lead and presumed that she must have been incredibly drunk to have the gall to do so. It was incredibly uncharacteristic of the faunus. With pure carnal desire in her eyes, Blake climbed atop Yang and straddled her. She began to pull her shirt over her head and Yang only looked on at her in awe as she undressed.
Blake dropped her shirt over the edge of the bed and began to unclasp her bra. The dark-haired girl pulled the garment off, baring her chest for Yang to see. The brawler could hardly believe that any of this was happening. The kiss that they had shared in the alleyway was one thing, but this—This was more than Yang had ever anticipated. However, she wasn't complaining. The feline faunus grabbed Yang's hands and guided them to her waist. The dumbfounded blonde slowly ran her hands up her teammate's sides, tracing her curves. Goosebumps covered every inch of skin that Yang made contact with and a satisfied smile began to manifest on her lips.
Taking note of this, Blake reached down and began attempting to pull off Yang's signature bomber jacket. The blonde sat up and shook her arms out of it before leaning in and placing her hands on the small of Blake's back. Yang brought her mouth to the center of Blake's chest, pausing to breathe in her scent for a moment. The aroma of alcohol was still pungent on the faunus and it almost completely overpowered her faint vanilla-scented perfume. Yang grazed her lips up and over toward her partner's collarbones, planting a soft kiss on her neck. Blake gave a small hum as Yang pulled away and started to pull her shirt over her head. With that out of the way, she proceeded to take off her bra and toss it aside. Blake's hands instantly began to roam over Yang's exposed skin. Her fingertips were so soft and cold against the brawler's hot skin.
It was tantalizingly slow and yet, Yang found herself enjoying it. Their lips met again in a harsh, passionate kiss. Yang's hands moved down to the faunus' jeans and she began to unbutton them. Blake giggled softly as she scooted away and got on her back, allowing Yang to pull her pants off. She was wearing a pair of black lace panties that did little to hide how wet she was. Yang felt as though this was all too good to be true. The blonde hesitated as she tried to process the situation, but Blake snapped her back to reality as she began to pull her underwear down her long legs. Yang swallowed hard, drinking in the sight of her teammate who was now completely naked before her.
She leaned forward and placed her hands on the sides of Blake's thighs, running them up and down slowly. The cat faunus was more beautiful than she'd ever imagined. Even in her drunken state, it was a miracle that she wasn't trying to shield herself from Yang or even run off like she normally did when she was nervous. It was as if all of her insecurity and uncertainty had been erased. Whether it was from the alcohol or the honesty that they'd shared with one another, Yang wasn't sure. The only thing she was certain of was that she had made the right decision to be honest with Blake. She was in love with her and she was more than happy to prove it.
Yang moved her head between Blake's legs and began to kiss her inner thighs. The dark-haired girl whimpered while her teammate teased her. One of Blake's hands became tangled in Yang's hair as the faunus attempted to lift her hips off of the bed, desperate to be pleasured. Yang could hardly resist any longer herself and finally brought her head down, pressing her tongue flat against Blake's clit. A melodious and unrestrained moan came from Blake in response. The brawler listened attentively to the string of curses, noises, and incoherent babble that streamed from her lips, using it as a sort of gauge when pleasuring her partner. When Blake got a bit louder, she kept it up. When it sounded like she was getting too close, she'd slow down a bit.
"Please," The feline faunus panted, "Please, Yang. I'm so close."
The blonde couldn't argue with her pleas. She quickened her pace as she licked the sensitive bundle of nerves, lessening the amount of pressure she placed on it with her tongue. Blake cursed under her breath and clawed at the bed sheets with her free hand. With a fistful of Yang's hair, the faunus actually seemed to hold her there. Yang didn't mind at all, taking the opportunity to clean her up with soft, slow licks. Blake's hips twitched slightly as she rode out the entirety of her much-needed orgasm. When she had finally regained her breath, she sat up and eagerly cupped Yang's cheeks. The blonde rose to catch her lips in a sensual, unhurried kiss. Blake ran her fingers along the curve of Yang's jawline as they parted and pressed her forehead against her partner's.
"You're even better than I imagined," Blake told her in a near-whisper.
Yang cracked a smile, "I could say the same to you."
Her teammate's breathing was still a bit labored and her body was coated in a thin layer of sweat. The room had grown rather hot and musky and Yang was certain that she'd have to wash Blake's sheets. The cat faunus began to lie back and the blonde worried that perhaps sleep was looming overhead. She didn't want the night to end—Not yet. She took Blake's hand and began to get off of the bed. The dazed faunus looked up at her and cocked her head.
"Come on. Let's get cleaned up." Yang said, nodding toward the bathroom door.
Blake got up and followed, a silent agreement. Her ears were pointed upright as her teammate guided her into the bathroom. Blake's footsteps were still a bit wobbly, but Yang was there to keep her balanced. As they waited for the water to heat up, the cat faunus' lips lingered back to Yang's neck. The blonde gently pressed Blake against the bathroom wall and lifted her partner's leg, wrapping it around her waist. Yang kissed her hard and couldn't resist pressing her body flush against hers. The raven-haired girl's scent was intoxicating, causing Yang to want nothing more than to feel every inch of her body against Blake's.
Her hand tangled itself in the faunus' hair while the fingers of her free hand caressed her bare, taut stomach. Blake shuddered beneath her touch and broke their kiss, letting out a soft moan. She slipped a hand down Yang's back, nails raking her skin gently. Her other hand found a handful of the blonde's tresses and pulled hard. Yang's head jerked back instinctively at the unexpected roughness—Though she'd be lying if she said it didn't turn her on more. Blake's mouth crashed into hers and she felt her tongue brush over her bottom lip. Yang parted her lips and felt her partner's tongue beginning to explore her mouth. Blake ran her tongue along the tip of Yang's before pulling away and planting a soft kiss to the brawler's lips.
"Let's get in the shower," The feline faunus murmured, eyes hazed by lust, "And then I can take care of you."
She gave Yang a gentle nudge away from her and slipped quickly into her shower. With speed unmatched by even Ruby, Yang slipped out of her remaining clothes and followed Blake into the shower. As soon as she stepped foot into the shower, Blake pulled her close and pushed her body against Yang's beneath the hot water. Apparently, it was Blake's turn to be aggressive. The dark-haired girl pinned her to the wall of the shower, leaning in and placing kisses along the blonde's jaw. She followed the arch of the bone up to her ear before softly biting down on her lover's earlobe. Chills coursed through Yang and she choked back a moan. Blake slowly pulled back and admired her, eyes roaming over her entire body as she gave a low hum.
"You're so beautiful," Blake told her as she leaned back in, "I've wanted to fuck you for so long."
Yang shivered at her mere words. She'd never heard such boldness from the faunus and it was a massive turn on. The feeling of her breath against her ear only furthered the intensity of it all. Yang was aching for Blake to follow through.
"Then do it," The brawler challenged.
Having received all of the confirmation she needed, Blake slowly trailed her fingertips away from Yang's waist and over her ribs, moving her hand up to cup her breast. The faunus ran her finger along the underside of her partner's breast, tracing the curve of her skin until she came into contact with one of Yang's nipples. She gave the pink skin a slight pinch, drawing a moan out from behind Yang's lips that bounced off of the shower walls. Her lower back arched away from the wall as Blake's lips closed around her other nipple. This time, a much louder moan escaped the girl from the sudden contact.
"Fuck, Blake," Yang breathed, "That feels so good."
Another hum came from the cat faunus, her mouth still occupied with sucking on Yang's nipple. The blonde pressed her pelvis into Blake in hopes of feeling some friction where she needed it the most. Blake dropped her hand from Yang's other breast and gripped harshly at her hip, as if signaling her to be patient. A soft whimper came from Yang—A sound that she didn't ever expect to make. Blake was growing increasingly eager to please her partner and as such, she slid her hand between Yang's legs. Her middle finger pressed against her clit and she began to rub it gently. Yang gritted her teeth from the pleasure and whimpered yet again. She gripped Blake's back, rocking her body against her lover's hand. She wanted more of her. She needed more of her. The brawler's hand moved down to Blake's and she gripped her wrist, guiding her hand toward her entrance.
Yang wasn't one to beg with words. Blake had been so vocal with her desire, but the blonde wasn't one to give in. The faunus pushed her finger inside of Yang and felt her walls tighten around her digit. A sigh of pleasure came from Yang and Blake found herself intoxicated with her teammate. She began to pump her fingers slowly in and out of Yang before biting down on her shoulder. Yang disrupted the rhythm Blake had set with a buck of her hips, though she didn't care. The long awaited pleasure was intense and she moaned aloud. Blake continued to try to find a steady rhythm as Yang's hips jerked with the motions of her hand. She released her partner's skin from between her teeth and moved to press her forehead to Yang's.
"Just feel me, Yang. Move with me." Blake said softly.
With half-lidded eyes, Yang gave a hasty nod before pressing her lips to Blake's and letting her take the reins. Blake was able to work up a proper rhythm, now thrusting in and out of Yang without resistance. She pulled out and slid her fingers back up over Yang's clit, circling the bud and receiving a moan in her mouth in response. When she slid her fingers back down, she pushed two fingers into Yang. Her hips bucked again, this time finally moving in time with her lover's motions. Yang found that this made the experience twice as pleasurable as it already was and she moaned for Blake to keep going. Whimpering yet again, the blonde slid her hands down to grip Blake's toned ass.
After a bit longer, Blake suddenly hit a spot that elicited the loudest moan from Yang that night. Yang ground herself against Blake's hand, clenching hard around her fingers. She dug her nails into her partner's ass and threw her head back as she found herself completely racked with pleasure. Her eyes shut tight as she rode out a number of leg spasms, which Blake only continued to egg on with her continued stroking of Yang's clit. When the pleasure had finally washed away, the blonde rested her head on Blake's shoulder. She planted an exhausted kiss on her skin before nuzzling into her neck.
"Thank you," Yang barely managed to choke out.
Blake chuckled and pulled her fingers out from between her legs, "There's no need to thank me, Yang. I've wanted to do that for ages."