Author's note: Hello again! I hope this chapter is as much fun to read as it was to write. Enjoy!
Yang didn't like look of absolute glee on her sister's face that greeted her when she met with Ruby and Weiss for lunch. Today she was wearing her 'World's Okayest Lesbian' shirt and while she had gotten a few stares it felt nice being so open about it. "What is it?" she asked hesitantly.
Weiss's amused smirk unnerved her almost more than Ruby's grin. "Oh nothing. We were just wondering how long it will take you to finally ask Blake out," she said casually, causing Yang to flush.
"W-what are you talking about?" she stammered, thankful she hadn't been drinking anything.
"You like Blake!" Ruby said. The sheer bluntness of the statement as well as its not-so-subtle implication turned Yang's flush into a shade of red that almost matched Pyrrha's hair.
"She's just a friend!" she protested. It was pretty obvious that Ruby and Weiss didn't buy it.
"I didn't realize you flirted with all of your friends," Weiss said dryly.
"I don't flirt with her!"
"You kinda do sis."
"Traitor," Yang muttered beneath her breath, burying her face on the table and groaning. She could hear Ruby barely containing her giggles.
"Sorry Yang, but if even I can tell you two are flirting then you two are really flirting," Ruby said not unkindly. "And I think it's great! You and Blake would be good together," she said cheerfully, and Yang pulled her head up.
"And we aren't the only ones that think so. Ren's had his hands full trying to keep Nora from plotting ways to get you to confess, and I saw the way Sun looked at you both when you came out," Weiss chimed in.
"There's nothing to confess! Besides, we don't...flirt," Yang argued weakly. "It's just friendly banter. We're friends and I feel comfortable around her," she said, regaining her composure. It wasn't a lie. She'd shared things with Blake that only Ruby knew and even a few things she didn't. Okay, so maybe she found Blake attractive but that was because she wasn't blind.
"I've never seen you that comfortable around anyone before," Ruby pointed out softly.
"Yeah well she's not a giant homophobe so that helps," Yang deadpanned, only slightly bitter. She sighed. "Look, I know you two mean well but we're just friends," she insisted. Weiss and Ruby shared a glance before mutually sighing.
"If you say so," Weiss reluctantly relented. "But if you don't ask her out, someone else will," she said with a frown. Yang smirked.
"Interested in my roommate are you?" she asked, enjoying the look on Weiss's face when she turned the tables. When Weiss quickly changed the subject (after voicing her believable denial), Yang couldn't help but feel relieved.
She did not have a crush on Blake.
Right?
"Congratulations again on getting the role of Juliet," Pyrrha greeted as she sat next to Blake in their class. Blake smiled.
"I'm sure you'd rather be the the Juliet to Jaune's Romeo," she teased lightheartedly, earning a blush from the redhead. "Don't worry, Jaune's not my type," she said with a smirk.
"I am fairly certain that 'tall and blonde' is your type," Pyrrha said wryly, and it was Blake's turn to blush. "Though I suppose you prefer blondes with a little more muscle."
She's not wrong, Blake thought, a smile forming on her face as she recalled the lovely view of Yang's arms and abs in a crop top. "Last I checked we have two friends that fit that description," she pointed out casually. If Pyrrha wanted to talk about her crush on Yang, fine, but that didn't mean Blake was going to make it easy.
"I don't believe you've been flirting with Sun," Pyrrha said, amused.
"No, I haven't," Blake conceded with a small smile. "Why are you so interested?" she asked, genuinely curious.
"I consider you both friends. Don't friends talk about these things with each other?" she asked. From anyone else it would have come across as a quip, but from Pyrrha it sounded almost like a genuine question.
"I guess they do," Blake said. It was a strange feeling knowing that she had so many friends, something she hadn't felt since she before she left Menagerie. She had to admit it was nice. "I think Yang is great. She's kind and considerate and yes, she's very beautiful," she admitted with a smile that soon faded.
"But?" Pyrrha asked, as perceptive as ever.
"But I'm not in a good place for a relationship right now," Blake admitted, trusting Pyrrha to be discrete. "And I know that she's not looking for one either. What she needs now are friends. Real friends," she added.
"Friends who accept her for who she is," Pyrrha said, echoing Blake's sentiments.
"Exactly. And I am more than happy to be that for her," she said. She's already been that for me she thought with a smile. "I really do like her and maybe someday I'll ask her out, but right now our friendship is more important."
"And if someone else asks her first?" Pyrrha asked, something Blake hadn't considered. She frowned for a moment.
"As long as she's happy I can live with it," Blake decided, ignoring the twinge she felt in her heart. "She deserves to be happy," she added wholeheartedly. She deserves better than me she thought bitterly. Not wanting to dwell on it, she quickly changed the subject. "But I'm not the only one here crushing on a blonde. What about you and Jaune?"
Yang let out a sigh of relief as she stumbled through the door to her room, tired from a long day of classes. "Hello!" she sang in greeting. Blake responded by standing up from her bed and...sauntering towards Yang.
"Hey yourself," she said smoothly as Yang set her stuff down. Yang could feel a her cheeks heat up as Blake walked closer and closer, until they were merely inches apart.
"H-hey," Yang stammered, earning a smirk from the raven haired girl.
"You already said that," Blake teased, and Yang could feel herself getting redder. "Aren't you happy to see me?" she asked innocently. Yang was about to answer, but instead let out a squeak when she felt a hand snake around her waist. That got a smirk out of Blake as she pulled Yang closer to her. "I know I'm happy to see you," she purred, her other hand reaching Yang's face as she pulled her in for a searing kiss.
It took a full second for Yang to process what was happening, but when she did she decided she had no intention of stopping it. She leaned down towards the shorter girl, deepening the kiss as she felt herself moving backwards. Her hand found its way to Blake's waist, pulling the girl as close as humanly possible.
Their lips separated briefly when Yang felt her back hit the wall, but it only took a moment for Blake to recapture hers. Yang moaned at the sensation of being pinned between the girl and the wall. She fought back a squeak as she felt the hand on her waist drift downward to squeeze a cheek. Blake pulled away, a smirk on her face as Yang barely suppressed a whine.
"That was adorable," she said, the sensation of Blake's breath on her ear sending shivers down Yang's spine. This time Yang initiated the kiss, determined not to let Blake have all the fun. She could feel Blake's smirk which only drove her to kiss her deeper. Yang shifted her hand to Blake's rear, feeling a sense of satisfaction when Blake moaned.
"Two can play at that game," Yang said cheekily, earning an almost predatory smile from Blake.
"You asked for it," she said, diving back in. While one hand stayed on Yang's rear, the other made its way up, underneath Yang's shirt. The blonde gasped as cold fingers brushed across her bare skin. Her gasp turning to a breathy sigh when Blake's lips drifted down to her neck, and she shuddered as Blake chuckled into her kiss.
"Shit," Yang moaned. In her current distracted state, she almost didn't notice one of Blake's hands drifting, tracing the top line of her shorts. It wasn't until it stopped right below her belly button that she fully managed to process it.
"May I?" Blake asked, pausing as she looked Yang in the eye. Unable to form a coherent sentence, Yang settled for a shaky yet deliberate nod. Blake's smirk returned as she pressed her lips to Yang's, her hand slowly-
"Wake me up! Before you go go, don't leave me hangin on like a yo-yo~"
Yang awoke with a jump, completely disoriented. Her alarm continued for almost half a minute before she snapped out of her daze enough to turn it off. "Shit," she hissed, hoping she hadn't woken Blake up. To her surprise, her roommate wasn't in their room at all. "Oh thank god," she muttered, burying her face in her hand in mortification. She didn't think she could face Blake right now.
After a moment of trying to process what she just happened, Yang remembered that she should shower before class. She grabbed what she needed for her morning routine, opting for a cold shower while she worked through her thoughts.
It doesn't mean anything, she thought as she washed her hair, almost jumping when she unexpectedly dropped her shampoo in her distracted state. You're just thinking about it because Weiss and Ruby think you have a crush on her, Yang rationalized as she picked up the bottle. You don't really want to Blake to shove you against a wall, she told herself, ignoring the blush that thought caused.
Yet as she continued to shower Yang found it harder and harder to convince herself that she only saw Blake as a friend. Even if by some chance you do like her, and you don't, she's way out of your league she thought to herself as she began to towel herself off. As she slipped into a pair of shorts and a tank top, her gaze shifted to her reflection in the mirror, resting on her stump.
"No. I am not doing this today," she decided, reminding herself that she looked fine just the way she was. That's not why she's out of your league, she told herself, forcing herself to take a deep breath. Dream Yang and Blake didn't have a problem with it. Still, months of body image issues didn't just disappear, no matter how much Yang wished they would.
Yang was still trying to dispel the dark cloud when she stepped back into her room, only to find Blake sitting at her desk with two cups of coffee (or was it tea?). "Hey," Yang greeted, mustering up a practiced cheer.
"Hey yourself," Blake said, looking up from her work. "Coffee?" she offered, handing Yang one of the cups.
"Sure," Yang said, a little stunned but accepting the cup. "What brought this on?" she asked, taking a sip: a steaming hot mocha with extra chocolate, which happened to be her favorite. "Woah, how'd you know?" she asked, her mood immediately improving. Blake smiled, and Yang's heart skipped a beat.
"A little bird named Ruby told me. We both have a long day today and I was heading out for coffee anyway. Besides, I owed you for last week," she replied easily, taking a sip of what Yang assumed was tea.
"Thanks," Yang said, genuinely touched.
"Are you okay? You seemed a little off when you came in," Blake observed.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Yang insisted, and she meant it. "It's just been a weird morning," she admitted, "but it's better now!" she finished with a genuine smile. Her eyes caught the time and she immediately jumped. "Crap, I gotta go," she said, remembering she'd been...distracted this morning.
"See you later," Blake said, which Yang echoed as she rushed off to class feeling practically giddy.
Wait. Giddy?
Shit.
She totally had a crush on Blake.
It didn't take long for Ruby to answer her repeated knocks on her door. As soon as the door opened, Yang walked straight past her sister and Weiss to flop onto the nearest bed.
"Hey, that's my bed!" Weiss protested. Yang pushed herself up, glared at Weiss, and maintained eye contact as she walked over to Ruby's bed and dramatically fell face first on to it.
"I hate you both," she groaned into the bed. Yang looked up just enough to see the pair exchange confused glances.
"Uh, why?" Ruby asked, cocking her head.
"I have a crush on Blake," Yang muttered into the bed, so quiet she wasn't sure the pair heard her. When both continued to stare at her oddly, she knew they hadn't. "I said I have a crush on Blake," she grumbled, a little more audibly as she buried her face into the comforter. She didn't need to look at them to know that Ruby's face was one of pure delight if her excited squeal was any indication.
"And here I thought you'd be in denial for at least another week," Weiss said smugly. Yang groaned.
"Yang, this is great!" Ruby insisted as Yang sat up. "What made you realize it?" she asked.
"Nothing in particular," Yang lied, fighting a blush. Ruby didn't seem to catch it but Weiss certainly did. The white haired girl barely suppressed a chuckle. "And no, not great," she added hastily before Weiss could say anything.
"Why not?" Ruby asked with a frown.
"Well for starters she'd have to like me back," Yang pointed out. "And even if she did, I have no idea how...this-" she gestured vaguely "-works," she admitted.
"Wait. Seriously?" Weiss asked, raising a skeptical eyebrow.
"I was a closeted lesbian in a small town. There weren't exactly a lot of opportunities to figure out dating," she said dryly, seeing it click in Weiss's eyes. Yang sighed. "Look, I'm still getting used to this whole 'being out' thing. I don't think trying to jump into a relationship is a good idea right now."
"Fair enough," Weiss conceded, and Yang swore she could see a flash of understanding in her eyes.
"So what're you going to do?" Ruby asked.
"Nothing. We're just friends and I'm okay with that, honest," Yang said. She knew that Ruby of all people knew how much that meant to her. Besides, she refused to risk their friendship on the chance that Blake didn't feel the same way.
I'm pretty sure she's not looking for a relationship anyway, she thought, thinking back to some of the comments Blake made in the past.
Author's note: I debated up the rating thanks to this chapter, but I think it turned out PG-13ish enough to be fine.