Yang receives a very special birthday present from a Blake wearing a very special hoodie...
This was ridiculous.
Nothing had even happened and yet Yang's palms were sweaty as she clutched the edges of the chair she was sat in like she would float off if she lost grip. The room was too hot. Far too hot, despite the fact she was only wearing her loosest gym shorts and a tank top. She tried to calm herself down- she really was trying- but the breathing exercises her dad had taught her hadn't really covered how to take your mind off what she was seeing.
The reason for her almost literal meltdown? Her partner, of course.
"I know you want me to take this off Yang, but believe me, boiling us alive in the room is not the best way to do it."
Standing in front of her wearing nothing but- Yang's breath hitched- her grey hoodie and the smuggest smirk imaginable, was Blake Belladonna- her long-time partner, short-time crush and brand new girlfriend. The hoodie fell to just above mid-thigh, meaning her long legs were very much on display before they were covered by the jacket, which was zipped tantalisingly low, exposing all of Blake's chest and hints of the curves of her breasts. Even her bow was off, meaning she was truly baring her all to Yang, and totally not just using it to turn her on even more. Desperately trying to regain control of her thoughts and the situation she mustered up her smoothest, most unflustered smile and basically did everything she could to not show how much it affected her.
"If this is your idea of a present I think I should have birthdays more often, though if you want to go full on with the present motif you should have left the bow on."
"I would have left it on," she stalked forward, "But I know how much you love my ears," she said, while flicking one of them slightly, causing Yang's mouth to completely dry up more than a Vacuan desert.
Swallowing slightly and completely giving up trying to notshow how affected she was by this, she spoke again. "Fuck, Blake- I'm sure this must be classed as torture by someone- this is a human rights violation, right? Aren't there laws against this?"
A finger reached out and poked her chest, emphasising every repetition of you. "You said you wanted me to be more seductive and then you said you wanted me to wear your hoodie, so here I am." Her hands rested on her hips as she cocked them to one side, "You brought this on yourself," she smirked again, enjoying Yang's discomfort a little bit too much, "I think you should be more careful what you wish for."
"You're wearing my hoodie and I'm not allowed to touch you? I hope there is a law against this- I need to see you in handcuffs."
Blake tilted her head slightly, surprised at how forward her partner was being. "Wow, coming on strong there babe," her smile returned, "In completely unrelated news you'll be pleased know I have your Christmas present sorted now."
"Oh my god." Yang rolled her head back groaning and shifted in the chair, "Why did I agree to the no touching rule? And when did you start saying babe? That's unfair- you're changing the rules- if you are I can too-"
She was swiftly shut up by a solitary index finger against her lips as her hands dropped back down to her sides.
"Uh, uh, uh," she shook her head as she leant forward, drawing Yang's attention to the place where the zipper stopped, just high enough not to reveal anything. "If you start doing that you won't get to see what's under the hoodie," Blake's smile was positively dangerous, "Or rather, what's not under the hoodie."
"I swear to god if you leave me high and dry-"
She was cut off again, this time by the zip being pulled down slightly, rendering her speechless, which Blake took the opportunity to capitalise upon, "What will happen? You'll go for a walk? To cool off?"
Yang whined her name in protest, "Blake! Don't bring that up now. I'm not gonna do anything, I promise."
The faunus sniggered at her plea. "Also, I don't think you'll be dry by any stretch of the imagination." An unamused expression came across Yang's face as she glowered at the laughing girl's poor attempt at humour. Regaining her composure, Blake returned to the reason for her girlfriend's discomfort, laying a hand on the zipper and watching with amusement as the lilac eyes immediately focused in on it.
"Shall you do the honours or shall I?"
"You can do it." Yang didn't trust her hands to not fuck up the simple act of pulling a zipper down at this precise moment in time.
The room was silent bar the quiet noise of the hoodie being unzipped.
"So," Blake's voice wavered slightly as she spoke, "What do you think?"
Yang's pupils were blown as she hungrily took in the sight of her girlfriend wearing only her hoodie and the laciest pair of underwear she had ever seen- oh wow did Blake's abs look good framed like that. Yang would stand by her statement that people looked better in minimal clothing rather than none; everything was hinted at but frustratingly hidden behind fabric that covered the full, glorious picture. The temptation to just grab Blake and throw this whole "no touching" thing out the window was almost overpowering. She licked her lower lip before biting it in an attempt to not say the first things to cross her mind. Well, that was assuming she was capable of forming actual words at that moment in time since she was very much doubting her current ability to speak. She was certainly doubting her current ability to breathe.
She had apparently been staring a bit too long as Blake decided to break her out of her trance.
"It's good to know you like your present," she said it casually, like Yang had simply unwrapped a nice book rather than a hoodie that had been covering up everything, "I'm taking the silence as a good thing by the way; I don't think anyone will believe me when I tell them I managed to completely shut you up."
The seated girl's mouth opened and closed as she tried to formulate a coherent sentence out of the thousands of thoughts flying around her head.
"I love my present, oh my god, I do." Yang blinked a couple of times, "I think this is probably the best present I've ever gotten. I don't know if you realise it Blake but this is like, a good four of my fantasies crossed off and jumbled all together." She took a deep breath, "Please let me kiss you." Her eyes were wide and pleading and her voice broke slightly with desperation.
Deciding to finally to take pity on her and to end her poor girlfriend's torture- her knuckles had gone completely white gripping on to the chair in an attempt to keep her hands to herself and Blake didn't fancy being the one trying to explain how it got broken to the faculty- she dropped herself into Yang's lap. Immediately, she found her lips captured by Yang's, who was kissing like her life depended on it- who knows, maybe it did at that moment.
"I think I can let you touch me now, that rule was only in place to stop you from skipping straight to dessert so to speak." She gave Yang a small peck on the cheek and leant closer to ear, dropping her voice to a husky whisper. "I must say you are exceptionally good at following instructions; I think you like me being in control."
A poorly repressed shudder ran through the worked up girl as she nodded almost imperceptibly. Blake's breath ghosted over her ear and down to the base of her throat, where a nip brought Yang hurtling back into reality- if she could even believe this was reality, that is. Her hands snapped to action, slipping under the hoodie and following the sharp lines of Blake's back and pulling her in for a deep kiss, her arms draped over Yang's shoulders and her legs dangling either side of the back of the chair. Neither of them could tell exactly where the other began and neither of them particularly needed to know at this point.
Yang's hands made their way from the defined back muscles to just underneath Blake's breasts, rubbing light circles on her ribs and forcing her to pull away from the kiss and look down at her partner with a frown.
"Yang."
The blonde looked up, the picture of innocence and she continued to trace patterns on her girlfriend's ribs, ignoring the twitches starting to emanate from the points her fingers touched.
"You know, heh, stop it, you know I'm ticklish there," her giggles negated any anger that she tried to convey with her frown. Yang simply started tapping her fingers as she began to speak in a light voice.
"Would you rather I rub your tummy? Cats like that right?" Her grin was devilish as she lowered her hands to Blake's stomach and once again leant up to kiss her.
And then the hands kept going down, completely ignoring her abs in favour of teasing the waistband of her black pants with one finger while holding onto a hip with her other hand. Blake tried desperately to lift herself up to meet the hand but her legs dangled uselessly at either side of the chair and Yang's strong hand on her hip kept her in place, while their mouths refused to part.
Too soon, the teasing hand was pulled away- Blake letting out a soft moan at its loss- sliding up to join its partner before they simultaneously moved around to caress what many said was Blake's greatest asset. Yang involuntarily grinned against her partner's mouth, causing her to pull back and amber eyes to watch her suspiciously.
"If you just thought up a pun I'm going to have to stop you right there, this is not the time."
Yang was grinning lazily as she looked up at the girl on her lap, "What? Am I not allowed to appreciate my girlfriend's awesome butt?"
The momentary reminder that, yes, they were girlfriends and, yes, this was happening sent a small smile across Blake's face, "Yes you can appreciate my butt, but," Yang snorted and whispered butt but under her breath. Blake ignored her, "But, your girlfriend would like it if you continue appreciating what you were appreciating before," grinding down ineffectually to try and give a hint at what she was insinuating. Sadly, it seemed that Yang still wasn't quite over the teasing from earlier, as she sat back and smirked at her.
"But Blake, I thought you said you didn't want me skipping to dessert? Especially when I've still got so much more to explore before then, things like these." That last word was coupled with Yang leaning forward and placing a kiss directly between her breasts, the connection startling her into reflexively arching her back to try and get closer again. Yang's rough hands moved to support the small of her back, thankfully stopping her from falling backwards off the chair.
"I hate it when you throw my words back at me like that," she managed to grunt out through gritted teeth.
She could feel Yang smiling against her skin before mumbling out, "Same babe, same."
Okay, they were definitely going to have to place a limit on that word because otherwise Blake could foresee there being some very awkward situations in the future. One word should not have that effect on her.
Yang's hands once again moved back around to Blake's front, this time avoiding her ticklish ribs and instead moving to cup her breasts, drawing another sharp intake of breath from her. The loose hanging hoodie still obscured most of her breasts, well it did, until Yang nudged it away with her nose, peppering kisses across their tops while her thumbs brushed across Blake's nipples sending shudders through her body. For a minute the room was only filled by Blake's heavy breathing and Yang's murmurings as she pressed kisses to every inch of her partner's chest.
Eventually, Blake spoke, panting slightly as she closed her eyes in a state of complete bliss.
"I thought this was your birthday present not mine."
Yang was startled out of her worship of Blake's chest by the sudden statement, looking up at her slightly confused, "What on Remnant makes you think that I am not ab-so-lute-ly fucking loving this? Best." Kiss. "Present." Kiss. "Ever." The blonde licked her lips before continuing, "Also, what makes you think that we are anywhere near finished? I hope you weren't planning for this to be a quickie, because there'll be plenty of opportunities for you to pay me back, so to speak, later. You might have been calling this dessert but I'd rather call it the entrée."
The slight accent on the last word made Blake shiver, but she masked it with a full body eye roll. "Judging by the fact I managed to convince Weiss to take your sister on a trip to her family's weapon manufacturing plant- which is a full weekend event for your information- I think you can be assured that I was not expecting this to be, as you so eloquently put it, a quickie." She pouted a bit, thinking back to Weiss' reaction and subsequent demands when she discovered the reason why she was being forced out of the room for a weekend. "I need to make the most out of this, Weiss drives a hard bargain you know."
"Selling your soul to the Ice Queen was definitely worth it for this," Yang hugged her closer, burying her face in the crook of her neck, "I love you Blake."
The casual declaration of love caught Blake off guard but she took it in her stride, ignoring her increasing heartbeat and burning face, "Tell me that when you start thinking with your brain again and not when I'm sitting on top of you mostly naked. I feel like that might skew your opinion in my favour a bit."
"Hmm, it might be swaying my opinion a bit," Yang said distractedly, fiddling with one of the drawstrings on the hoodie, before glancing back at Blake. "Speaking of being mostly naked, though, I thought I said I wanted you to wear only my hoodie?" She arched her eyebrow at the girl on her lap, "I'm seeing some extra fabric under there- not that I'm complaining too much, but..." She finished her statement by dragging her finger along the black lace band, smirking at the shivers she received from doing so.
Blake ducked her head "Well, I didn't feel entirely right with just the hoodie so I thought-" This time it was her that was cut off by Yang's finger closing her lips, forcing her to look up and focus in on the smile her partner was wearing.
"Shh, it's okay, I was only kidding. I actually think I like it better like this, you are rocking the look. Seriously," she gestured at Blake's abs and general appearance, "Better than Dream Blake could ever be." A silly grin lit up her face, "Plus, it is one more thing for me to unwrap."
Reassured that her addition hadn't ruined her girlfriend's fantasy she rolled her eyes, "Great minds do think alike," she pecked her on the cheek again, "Happy birthday Yang."
"A very happy birthday to me."
The silence lasted a beat too long, as the two stared at each other with dorky smiles on their faces, neither willing to break eye contact with the other.
"I feel like this would be better continued on the bed."
"I'm beginning to think you just like me picking you up, Blake."
"Are you saying this wouldn't be better continued on the bed?"
"I wasn't disagreeing with you, just thinking out loud. I didn't hear you disagree with me either."
"I hear the roof is lovely at this time of night, the perfect place to cool off-"
Blake's last sentence was cut off by her yelp as she clung onto a laughing Yang who had stood up from the chair with a quick jerk, carrying her wayward partner over to her bed and setting her down gently on the cover. Gently pushing her backwards, Yang leant down over her, the now familiar fire of lust burning in her eyes as she spoke in the low tone that sent shivers down Blake's spine.
"Believe me babe, I do not plan on cooling off tonight."