NOTE: This is rated M for a reason, its straight lemon with some talking. If you enjoy that, please read on, favorite and follow! If you don't like that, too bad, I warned you. Enjoy.
Blake walked the shelves of the library alone. She took solace in the dusty tomes that lined the ancient oak shelves. The light here was dim, but her faunus heritage had kicked in the minute she had entered the darkened library, allowing her see as well as she did in the sun. She ran a finger along the tops of the books, her finger coming away with a coating of dust. These books clearly hadn't been read in years, and they're abandoned state broke Blake's heart. It was tragic, books were the only thing Blake held in reverence, they were beautiful, and brought her to places she could never go.
Blake was often found in the library, sitting in one of its overstuffed chairs, accompanied by a stack of books that she would stay up late reading, but today Blake had deliberately slunk into the darkest, most remote corner of the library. Today she sought not entertainment from the library, but a place to hide. Today was Blake's birthday, a day she was determined not to celebrate. If she had to, Blake was prepared to spend the whole day hiding among the dust and bleached pages in the library.
Blake had found a small nook in the wall, probably an alcove where a chair had stood years previously, and had curled up in it in a distinctly cat like manor when she heard the footsteps. She immediately recognized the gait and weight of the footfalls. It was Yang, coming to look for her. Wishing she had chosen a less obvious place to hid, Blake made herself as small as possible and pushed herself as far back as the recess would allow, and waited for Yang to leave. Yang persisted.
"BLAKE!" Yang's words were loud and intrusive, ruining the quite atmosphere of the library. "BLAKE I KNOW YOU'RE IN HERE! COME OUT NOW!" Yang's voice was still several rows away, but her shouts carried exceptionally well. "COME OUT NOW, OR I START SMASHING SHELVES!"
"No!" Blake had called out involuntarily; horrified at the prospect that Yang might destroy the library's precious books. She clapped a hand over her mouth, but the damage was done. Yang's footfalls quickly closed the ground between her and Blake, and a moment latter, Blake was looking at Yang's boots, and the slender legs that came out of them.
Yang squatted down to Blake's level and looked at her sadly. "Blake," she said in a much softer voice. "It's your birthday, what kind of team mate would I be if I let you be alone today?"
Blake glared at her boots, refusing to look Yang in the face. "One who respects my privacy?" she said sardonically.
"Ya, I would be that, but I'd also be a complete bitch. Now get off your ass and come with me, we've got cake and presents for you back at the dorm."
"I don't want any cake, and please return the gifts." Her voice was sulky, and she hated herself for it.
Yang straightened up. "Look, either you can come with me willingly, or I will exercise the authority given to me by our team captain and drag your moping ass back to our room and force cake down your gulley."
Blake sighed resignedly, standing slowly and adjusting her bow. "Fine, you win. I'll come for cake, but take the gifts back, I don't want you spending money on me."
"Nope, Wiess is richer than god, even a truck full of cash wouldn't make her blink, now lets get going, the ice cream is melting."
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Yang kept a firm grip on Blake's wrist all the way back to the dorm, a good decision, since Blake seriously considered making a break for it. Once they had arrived back at their room, Yang blindfolded Blake and pushed her through the door. As soon as she entered the door, the lights came on and the voices of Ruby and Wiess were screaming what sounded like misguided complements and birthday praise.
"Blake! Where were you! Yang was looking for you for almost two hours!" This was Wiess, looking somewhat annoyed that Blake hadn't walked into their surprise party.
"I was trying to hide in the library, trying not to celebrate my birthday." Blake was no longer sulking, but she wanted to get this birthday nonsense over as quickly as possible.
"Alright, guys, presents." Yang seemed to share Blake's desire to get this party over as soon as possible, even thought she had gone to great lengths to set it up. Strange was the only word Blake could think of.
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Blake was actually pleased with the presents Ruby and Wiess had gotten for her, now that they were in the know about her being a faunus, shopping for specific gifts was infinitely easier. Ruby had gotten her a very spendy plate of smoked salmon and a gift card to a local sushi bar, and wises had gotten her an unbelievably expensive turtle shell comb and a rare series of brushes and combs used specifically for the care of faunus hair.
After they had stopped swarming over her gifts, they got into the cake, which made Ruby entirely too happy.
"Ok, let's get going." Yang exclaimed suddenly. "Ruby, Wiess, get out, I need to have a private word with Blake, and you need to go study in the common room."
"We do?" Ruby asked, licking cake off her fingers.
"Yes, you do, and if you get Wiess out too, I'll give you the rest of the cake to take with you." Yang had barly finished speaking when Ruby, Wiess, and all but one piece of cake had left the room faster than you could say knife.
"Now that the rabble is gone, you can get your birthday present." Blake said with a mischievous smile.
"Why couldn't you have given it to me when they were here?" Blake asked as she tossed some of the wrapping paper into the trash.
She turned around just as Yang's shit came off of her head, revealing her bra. It was pale pink with roses on it, and Blake had a sudden desire to know if the down stairs matched.
Blake smiled, knowing what was in the works and began to undress as well.
"No no no." Yang scolded Blake. "You are the birthday girl, and I get to do all the work today."
Yang pulled Blake to the bed and pushed her down on her back, climbing onto the bed straddling her. Blake caught a glimpse of Yang's panties, and they did indeed match. Hot, she thought to herself as Yang slipped out of the rest of her cloths until she was in nothing but her underwear. Blake could see Yang's nipples through the fabric of her bra, two little bumps pushing up the little lace roses.
Yang pulled Blake's shirt up over her head, throwing it behind her onto the floor, and leaned over her. She kissed the nape of Blake's neck and ran her mouth up to her lips, drawing her into a passionate kiss. Blake felt a shock run through her body, curling her toes and making the hair on her arms stand up. As their toughs played in and out of each other's mouths Yang's hand reached around to the clasp of Blake's bra and unclipped it. When she drew out of the kiss to breath, she pulled off Blake's bra and threw it behind her to join the shirt.
"What should I do to little miss eighteen next?" Yang asked quizzically, absent mindedly snapping the elastic bad on her underwear.
Blake was thoroughly aroused by now. She could feel her engorged clit rubbing against her panties when she moved her legs, and the inside of her thighs were slippery with her lube. "Can we just skip the foreplay today?" She asked Yang, still pinned under the hot weight of her body.
"Of course we can love, just lay back and enjoy yourself." Yang slid down so her face was only inches from Blake's soaked panties. She slid them down her legs and they joined the rest of her cloths on the floor. "I could've wrung them out." Yang said with a laugh as she licked her fingers clean of Blake's juices. She left her fingers in her mouth to make sure they had a thick coating of saliva, than put two fingers into Blake's soaking pussy.
Blake let out a moan of ecstasy as Yang's fingers entered her, and another as the fingers began to move back and forth. Yang added another finger, exploring the walls of Blake's pussy with one hand and reaching up to her stiff nipples with the other. She circled the nipple with her thumb and forefinger, and as she did this her mouth came down on Blake's swollen clit. She took it gently between her lips and tugged lightly as her fingers slipped in and out of Blake easily. "Oh god, you're killing me!" Blake moaned, arching her back and approaching orgasm. "Please move your fingers faster!"
"Res menrm." Yang said, her voice muffled through Blake's pussy, and her fingers sped up, moving in and out of Blake so fast that Blake was no longer in total control of her body. Her hips bucked as she experienced her first orgasm. Thick waves of pleasure coursed through her body, arcing her back curling her toes, and drawing a heavy scream of euphoria from her lips. The contractions lasted for almost a full minute, and Blake thoroughly enjoyed every second of it. When she finished, her butt fell back onto the bed , her jucie and Yang's saliva flowing from her open sex, and running down her legs.
"Happy Birthday baby, I love you Blake." Yang said as she planted another kiss on Blake. "I really really love you."