Yang parked the car in her standard spot, merely a minute walk away from her apartment, and in the middle of one of the biggest cities in Vale that could be considered a miracle.
She put her hands in her pockets as she heard the car door closing on Blake's side, not because of the late winter cold, but more because she felt like she needed to do something with her hands. Hooking up with a hot girl at a club was one thing, but accidentally marrying her and even taking her home? Anyone would declare her completely insane, and Yang wasn't sure she disagreed with them.
She would make Ruby and Weiss pay for this.
Blake walked up to her, softly nudging her side. Even though she was still a little bit drunk, Blake seemed steady and stable, the polar opposite to how Yang's body behaved right now.
It was like she was floating above her own body, watching calmly as she saw it move, starting to walk towards her apartment, but she wasn't the one who had the control anymore. Being drunk might sounds cool, and while you are at the bar the only thing you are thinking of is that you want to be drunk, but the hungover was all but fun.
The thing she hated most about it was the sudden enormous hunger when she arrived home, and now that Blake was with her, it felt kinda awkward to go all out, totally ignoring her diet, which she didn't have, but that way it sounded like she actually had her life a tiny bit together.
"Should I just follow you?" Blake asked, a drop of hesitance colouring her voice. Yang turned around, only now noticing she had sped up her pace, way too fast for Blake to keep up. "Ah, I am sorry Blake, I was… thinking."
Blake linked their arms, a small smile of amusement appearing on her face. "I didn't know you had such amazing capacities. And to think you wouldn't tell me, your wife? I am shocked, Xiao Long."
Yang chuckled, grabbing Blake's hand without completely thinking it through, and judging by Blake's widened eyes, she had never expected it.
"This is a thing married couples do, right?" Yang joked in an attempt to heal the damage she had done. She only received a gentle squeeze in return, but it was enough.
Blake's hand fit almost perfectly in hers, and for just one blissful second Yang believed that this all, the two of them, were meant to be together, and the universe only decided to play games with them in this life.
"It is a cold night, huh?" Yang raised her eyebrows. "Are you telling me you are cold, Belladonna?"
Blake rolled her eyes. "It is your job to make sure I am happy, and right now I am not happy, so do something about it, honey." Yang chuckled again, slipping her hand out of Blake's, and instead throwing her arm around her shoulders, pulling her close to her side.
"Better?"
Leaning even more into her side, close to burying her face into Yang's shoulder, Blake softly hummed, clearly content with the warmth spreading through her body. Yang was known, popular even, for being a walking heater, and she suspected some people took advantage of her abnormal body heat more than once.
She didn't mind though, she never did. As long as it made them happy, she was happy.
"I love it when you are feisty." Yang said after a moment of comfortable silence. They were approaching her apartment at a rapid tempo, so she pulled her keys out of her jacket, fumbling with it in search of the one that would grant them their way in.
"I will sleep on the couch for tonight, so you can take the bed." Yang suggested while opening up her front door, finally having found the right key.
Maybe it was time to split up her key ring so that she could actually use her keys more often without having to start an expedition to search for that specific key she needed at that specific moment.
As she entered the small hall that would ultimately lead into her apartment, the lights sprang on, immediately causing her head to hurt. And worst of all, she was still hungry.
Tomorrow morning would be a hell on earth.
"Can't your bed fill two people?" Yang faced Blake in surprise. "Yeah of course it can, but-" Blake put a finger to her mouth, and just feeling the soft skin of her fingers on her lips caused the feeling of butterflies fluttering around in Yang's stomach.
Damn it.
"Then we share the bed." Yang wanted to protest, but one look at Blake's face made her realise she wouldn't give an inch.
"Okay fine, you really are a feisty one, aren't you." A small smile, and then her roommate for a day disappeared through the open door at the end of the hall, Yang following only a few steps behind.
The two of them entered her kitchen, and only now Yang realised she hadn't cleaned up at all after studying the whole day. Reference papers were scattered all across the kitchen table, gently reminding her she still had to finish that essay, a filthy mug with remnants of coffee still lingering in it stood beside her still buzzing laptop, and to finish the look leftovers of her dinner were placed beside the garbage can and on top of her dishwasher.
Yang looked down to the ground in embarrassment, covering her face in her hands in a desperate attempt to save herself from showing Blake her prominent blush. The latter raised her eyebrows in amusement, a soft laugh escaping her mouth when she noticed Yang's red cheeks.
The blonde sighed. Why did these things always happen when she had someone over?
Normally, her apartment was the image of perfection, but with the deadline of her essay coming close and totally forgetting it was the last Saturday of the month, meaning Ruby and Weiss would pick her up at 19:00, she didn't have any time to clean up.
"I am so sorry, I just- I was busy with school and…" Yang began, cutting her apology speech short when Blake started laughing again. "Are you laughing at me?" She exclaimed, feigning indignance, only succeeding in widening Blake's ever present smile.
Not satisfied without any response from her roommate, she growled, attempting to resemble the roar of a furious lion, and threw herself onto Blake, effectively working her to the ground.
"Nobody laughs at me without suffering from the consequences!" Yang called out, gently tickling Blake's sides, not wanting to hurt her in any way.
The raven haired girl desperately tried to escape her deathly tickle-hold, but it was of no use. Finally all her hours at the gym were paying off, Yang thought while slightly flexing her muscles, and Blake immediately rolled her eyes.
"You can't convince me you don't like my muscles, Belladonna." She teased, smirking when she saw Blake shyly averting her eyes, still doing her best to get her freedom back, but Yang absolutely didn't miss the amber eyes stealing a peek of her abs.
She actually does like them
Blake lifted her hand, stroking her blonde locks, somehow ending up at her cheek. She lingered there, a soft smile decorating her face. She actually looked like an angel right now, the only thing missing was the sparkling halo on top of her head.
"Yang?" Blake asked. Yang hummed as an answer, encouraging her to say whatever she wanted to say. "Could I maybe get something to eat? I am starving, one of the not so fun consequences of drinking too much alcohol."
The blonde jumped up, offering Blake her hand to help her up, and then stormed off to the refrigerator. "I still have these amazing mini pizza thingies, is that okay?"
Accepting the nod as Blake's permission, she put the pizza's in her microwave, taking a seat on one of the kitchen chairs. The other girl awkwardly stood in the middle of her kitchen, clearly waiting for any instructions.
"I didn't buy these chairs just because they look awesome, Belladonna."
Blake giggled nervously, but still followed Yang's subtle advice and sat down beside her companion. "So, here we are again."
The blonde grinned, her eyes quickly flashing to the countdown of the microwave. Still 10 minutes to go. "I guess we are, Belladonna."
Her neighbour leaned her head on her hand, a frown forming on her forehead, something Yang had learned was part of her 'thinking face'. Her intriguing amber eyes were studying her face, observing, scanning each little detail and each little change.
"I approve." The confusion must have been all over Yang's face, because a smirk was plastered upon Blake's face, and her eyes shone mischievous. "The usage of my last name." She clarified, and Yang laughed at her misunderstanding.
Ping.
Yang shot up from her chair, once again racing to the microwave. It was pizza time.
(…)
"To be honest, this wasn't at all how I had imagined my night would go." Blake confessed while sitting down on the bed, looking down on her laying form.
The orange tank top was a bit too big for her, but Yang loved the way it hung around her frame, hugging her in all the right places, and the black short finished the look in a way Blake almost resembled a top model, just chilling at her home with no cameras or people around.
She looks incredible in my clothes. "Ditto."
"Don't you have a girlfriend or someone else who will kill me when she discovers all this?" Blake asked while laying down next to her, and Yang smiled at the thought of a crazy girlfriend chasing a terrified Blake, a big baseball bat clustered in her hands.
"Nope, don't worry. I am not really the dating type I guess."
Blake frowned. "What do you mean? I mean, look at you, you are gorgeous. Why wouldn't anyone want to date you?" The raven haired girl genuinely sounded surprised, and maybe even a bit upset?
Yang sighed, rolling onto her back in order to stare at the ceiling, silently hoping the answers to all her problems were hidden somewhere up there, waiting there for her to finally find them.
"I just… Love is such a big word, and people throw it around like it is nothing. I don't even know what love truly means."
Amber eyes were fixed upon her face, and she moved just enough to meet them. She only now realised the combination of their eye colours resembled the colours of an early sunrise, and strangely enough, the fact made her extremely happy.
"What is love? What does it mean when I say that I love you?"
Silence.
Yang hesitated, wondering if she had gone too far with her ramblings. "Love is just a concept we make up in our minds. We love the idea we have created of someone. It is our concept, a concept we thought up by ourselves, that we love."
"I understand what you are saying. We create an image of a person in our heads, and we love that image, but what we don't understand is that a human being can't be fully caught in just one picture." Yang nodded in understanding, silently reassuring Blake, and encouraging her to keep talking.
"We humans are complicated beings, and you can't know them only by their surface. They keep changing, destroying themselves until there are nothing but ruins left. They build themselves up again, and before you know it they have transformed into a totally different person."
"You sound like you have some experience on that one." Yang said hesitantly, not being sure of how far she could go; The last thing she wanted was pressuring Blake into sharing personal details with her.
Blake sighed deeply, her amber eyes leaving Yang's, but they returned within seconds. "You could say that, yes. It is all so… confusing." Before she could even think of stopping herself, Yang had curled her fingers around Blake's hand, softly squeezing it, hopefully comforting the other girl just a tiny bit.
She received a squeeze back, her chest almost swelling with all the emotions swirling around in her body, and Blake seemed grateful for her support, happily humming and softly stroking her hand.
Should I do it?
Yang cupped Blake's face with one hand, instantly getting the attention she wanted. The way the raven haired girl was looking at her was already enough to send shivers down her spine, and her pulse was going out of control, hammering almost painful
Blake's amber eyes closely resembled two tiny, dimmed down suns, warmth and happiness following her everywhere she went. At least, that was she way she acted with Yang.
Maybe the girl wasn't a sunny person to most people, that she had soon concluded by the way she had treated the others who had tried to approach her in the club, but when she was with Yang…
In some way, the blonde managed to pull her out of her own shadows, leaving behind the pain of the past, and when exposed to the bright rays of sunshine, Blake's true self was revealed.
And in that second of observation, Yang realised she was slowly falling in love with Blake.
They leaned in at the exact same time, and everything seemed to slow down. They were getting closer and closer, now breathing the same air… and then at the very last moment Yang changed her course, instead tucking Blake's head under her chin, the soft ears on top of the girl's head gently tickling her.
Coward
If Blake was surprised at all, she did an excellent job not showing it. The girl hummed, clearly pleased with the warmth spreading through her body, and before she could stop it, a faint purr broke the silence in the room.
Yang gasped in surprise. She knew Blake was a cat Faunus, but to think she could actually purr… Well, she had thought about it, but she didn't want to be rude, so she kept quiet.
"I am sorry, you are just so warm and comfortable-" Blake rambled. She stopped making excuses when she felt Yang's hands creeping up on her back, slowly running up and down in a caressing movement.
"It is okay, I love it." Yang mumbled, never stopping her soothing hands, and her roommate relaxed in her touch once again, the soft purring an indicator of Blake's happiness and comfort.
They fell asleep tangled into each other, and it was the best night of sleep Yang had ever had.
