{So you wanna fight me; Well you said you want to fight me?}

It was a scorcher on the island of Patch that mid-summer day, so much so that one couldn't even step out of their door without breaking out into a sweat. Many people with sense decided to call it a day in, eating popsicles and blasting their A/C cold enough to rival the mountain caps in Atlas. It was a lazy sort of day, the heat haze making the entire island sluggish and reluctant to do work.

So naturally for Yang it was a perfect day to get an outside workout.

Given that her dad was a teacher at Signal and his own two daughters huntresses-in-training, they had a decked out backyard dedicated solely to training. There was a shooting range off to the far left, a small area for weight lifting covered by a small awning, and a mile track that ran along the outer edges.

But the most prominent part of the backyard was the large sparring ground placed smack in the center, grass paved over with light-colored concrete and the actual platform made of a sturdy stone raised a few inches above the ground.

And this is where she stood across her partner, sweat rolling down the curve of her neck as they squared off on each other.

She had initially tried to convince Ruby to spar with her, but her little sister had insisted on staying inside to work on upgrading Crescent Rose with the new materials that their uncle Qrow had brought home. Lucky for her though her partner stepped up, offering to take Ruby's place.

Blake had been staying with them at their home this summer, without a home to go to to wait out the summer break until the school reopened. Yang had offered up their place of residence immediately and, despite her reluctance and fears of intrusion, Blake had accepted with no other place to go.

"So are you just gonna stand there or are we going to start?"

Yang smirked and rolled her shoulders. "Just waiting for you, kitty cat."

Golden eyes narrowed at her. "Don't call me that."

"What's the matter, kitty cat? Can't handle the heat?"

Something snapped and Blake lunged forward, coming at Yang with a wide swing of her wooden staff. It was easy to block such an open offense; just a simple flick of her wrist brought her own staff into the path of Blake's swing, halting it abruptly with a loud crack.

Not sparing a second, Blake pushed off of Yang's staff, spinning around with a kick aimed to Yang's side. The blonde jumped out of the way before lifting her staff and bringing it down on Blake's head. However she failed to make contact when Blake flipped out of the way, using the ongoing momentum from her kick to carry her into a backflip, landing softly on one foot. Immediately she dove into another lunge, both hands gripping her pole staff and bringing it sharply around to catch Yang in the side.

With Yang briefly knocked off balance, Blake dove for another attack, dropping her staff to sweep Yang's legs from underneath her. Still dazed from getting hit in the side Yang fell hard onto her back, but rolled out of the way just in time to avoid the staff coming towards her head. Now a safe distance from her partner, she gave a short, breathless laugh.

"Kitty cat's got claws!"

She steeled herself for Blake's next attack as the faunus ran at her, teeth bared and brow weighed down with sweat. She ducked with the staff came swinging for her head, taking advantage of the opening Blake left her, jutting out her hands and pushing Blake back by her stomach. A wheeze left the girl's mouth as she doubled over and Yang lunged at her sideways, knocking into her body with her shoulder and knocking her even further back.

Stunned from her last blow, Blake was unable to dodge Yang's next attack, a swift kick to the head. However she did have enough mind to raise her staff and block it, the crook of Yang's ankle catching on the pole and halting it.

Not discouraged in the slightest, Yang used her own staff to hook behind the back of Blake's right knee, jerking it forward and causing Blake to dangerously lean back. She finished the job by pushing her foot forward past the staff, the flat of her heel pressing into the top of Blake's chest. Bringing her leg down she pushed Blake to her back, the faunus felt with a grunt.

Taking this opportunity, Yang dropped down and straddled her opponent, pressing her staff gently but firmly against her throat.

"Has Kitty Cat gone soft?"

Burning gold eyes snapped open to glare at her arms immobilized with Yang's knees digging into her shoulders. "Don't get too cocky now. I haven't tapped out yet."

"Do you have much of an option at this point?"

She didn't answer, instead taking a deep breath that was slightly hindered by Yang's full weight being rested upon her chest. Yang smirked, thinking her point had been proven and leaned back, waiting smugly for Blake's admittance of defeat.

She sat there awhile, waiting patiently as Blake defiantly stared up at her, wriggling her arms and attempting to jerk Yang off of her. But Yang held steady, a rock against an oncoming storm, unmovable and sturdy.

Finally Blake dropped her head back and groaned, eyes closing as she relaxed completely, body spelling out surrender where her mouth wouldn't. She was getting close, Yang could feel it deep within. It was a matter of moments before Yang was announced the victor of their little match and the gloating would begin.

Blake opened her mouth then and Yang leaned forward in anticipation of the words she was waiting for, the cries for mercy, the grumbles of defeat, anything, anything would be good at this point.

The whine that stretched out in the air instead was….certainly unexpected.

Surprised Yang leaned back a bit, caught off guard slightly. Knowing better to let up her grip through she pressed forward again, about to make some wise crack comment when Blake turned her head towards one of Blake's knees.

That was right about when Yang's butt started to vibrate.

It was an odd feeling at first, and one that definitely confused her because she couldn't pinpoint what was causing it. Not until she heard the rumbling coming from her partner's throat.

She was purring.

Purring.

Now definitely caught off guard, Yang started to sit up to question just what the heck was going on, when Blake shifted suddenly, ankles coming up and around her throat and crossing together. Yang could barely get out a shout as Blake jerked her legs down and twisted so that Yang landed on her stomach. Her staff was violently ripped from her hands before they were pinned painfully against her back, Blake choosing to sit on them while wrapping her staff around her throat, pulling back to raise Yang's head ever so slightly so that was was in an entirely uncomfortable position.

Yang opened her mouth to voice the unfairness of the whole situation and how she had totally cheated but with the staff pressed against her throat nothing much more than a strangled cry came from her lips.

"What's wrong, Yang? Kitty cat's got your tongue?"

Next time she was sparring with Ruby.


A/N: Sorry it's been awhile. Between work, school, and just life in general I've found the urge to write very lacking. In fact, this isn't even anything new. I'm just posting this from tumblr since I haven't done that yet.

But hopefully I'll get back in the game soon. We'll see, considering I still have class, work, and now my addiction to playing Overwatch (which, btw, there will be upcoming fics for that as well).

Normally this is the part where I'd press you guys to contribute to donate to my for future early access to content, but you and I both know that you're just going to ignore me. And I can't even be mad about it because I don't post all that often anyway. So yeah.