Sorry about both how long this chapter took and the lack of smut, I hope to rectify all of that in the following chapter, as well as ending this section of the story. If you enjoyed, favorite and follow. Reviews, requests, comments, and questions can be sent to et111thompson or blacklusterheart . Enjoy.
Blake pressed her palms against her eyes, trying to alleviate the awful pressure inside her head. She squashed her eyes, affording her a brief respite, and searched the shambles of her memory for its last few minutes of consciousness. She remembered fighting Aymie, getting hit, and then going down. Then she had woken up here, with the worst headache she had ever had.
She felt vomit welling up from her stomach, and swallowed hard, leaving a sting of bile that burned her throat. She pushed down the covers, and using the wall as support made her way to the bathroom. She washed out her mouth, brushed her teeth and had a long drink. The cold water felt amazing, and she splashed her face, and held her head under the water.
Once she had finished washing, she contemplated going back to bed. The clock in the hall had told her it was just after two in the morning, and she was still tired, but her stomach had other ideas. She tread quietly over the cool tiles of the house as she felt her way to the kitchen. She didn't turn on the lights, but her night vision had kicked in, and the pale green glow from the stove clock lit the room like day.
She rummaged through the fridge, pushing aside the old leftovers, jars of jam, and Aymie's beer, until she found the leftovers from the night before. The fish. Fish. She started pulling food out of the fridge, fish, potatoes, a can of soda, and grilled asparagus. She pushed everything onto a plate and leaned against the counter, shoveling the cold food into her mouth in a way that vaguely reminded her of Mr. Fox in The Fantastic Mr. Fox. She smiled at the idea, and popped the soda, pouring a quarter of it down her throat. She wiped her mouth, and took a second to catch her breath.
"Jesus, don't choke on it!" The voice came from the dark corner of the room, and Blake jumped, knocking her fork onto the floor. She looked into the dark of the living room, and saw a figure sitting in the overly stuffed chair in the corner.
"Aymie?" She asked, picking up the fork and carried her plate to the couch across from the chair and sat down. "Why are you awake? Its like, 2:30."
"Ah, I'm fine, I just couldn't sleep tonight, you know, the moon." Aymie nursed her drink as she spoke, gesturing towards the sky, and its obvious lack of any celestial bodies other than the stars. She wore loose shorts and an even looser tank-top cut off at the waist.
Blake nodded as she ate. The creatures of Grimm were most active as the moon waned, with the most dangerous night being the night of the new moon. She had heard that veteran hunters and huntresses had paranoia and fits of PTSD on nights like tonight.
Aymie finished the last bit of amber drink in her glass and headed for the cabinet on the wall. As she walked through the brighter area of the room the scar on her back was thrown into sharp contrast against her skin. Blake hesitated before she spoke.
"Aymie, can I ask a question?" She watched carefully as Aymie filled her glass out of an old and expensive looking bottle, the kind that didn't have any labels.
"Go ahead, shoot." Aymie leaned against the cabinet and swirled her drink absent mindedly.
"I don't mean to be rude, but how did you get that scar?" Blake didn't make eye contact as she spoke, opting instead to look at her food. When she looked up, she expected Aymie to be wathing her, but she was looking out the windows, and seemed a million miles away, unreachable.
"How about this, have a drink with me, and I'll tell you the story." Aymie looked out to the ocean, a sad expression in her eyes.
"No thanks, I don't really drink that much."
Aymie refilled her glass. "Mmmh. That's too bad, but stories like that aren't good to tell sober." She smiled weakly, and Blake took her cue to leave.
She left the kitchen and tip-toed down the hall, pausing at her doorway, and looking into the dark hallway. She could hear Yang asleep in Ruby's room, and she really didn't want to sleep alone. She crept into the room, and almost tripped over Yang, passed out on an air mattress on the floor in a jumble of blankets and pillows from the couch.
Blake stepped onto the mattress, sinking into the material as she stepped over Yang and lowered herself nest to her. Yang didn't so much as stir as Blake lifted the blankets and inserted herself between them, snuggling herself against Yang's chest, resting her head on her arm. Her mind started to drift away, Yang's chest rising and falling against her. She pressed her face against Yang's chest, burying her face in her cleavage and inhaling slowly, just swimming in her smell.
She felt sleep coming, but she couldn't have known when it happened. She didn't hear the door open, and she didn't see Aymie standing in the doorway, and she didn't see her smile as she watched the three girls sleep.
Yang pushed at Blake's head gently, trying to extract herself from the tangle of limbs and blankets without waking her. She succeeded in liberating one arm from Blake's clutches, but then the arm just snaked back around her waist , and Blake just pulled herself closer against Yang's chest.
Yang sighed, there was no way she could get out of bed without waking up. She resigned herself to the inevitable, and gently rocked Blake's shoulders until she opened her eyes.
"How do you feel?" Yang asked Blake as she adjusted to the light.
"mh good." She sighed and inhaled deeply. "Had a headache last night, but it's gone now."
Yang nodded, propped up on her elbow, and surveyed Blake.
"When did you come to bed?" She asked, pushing hair off Blake's forehead.
"About two thirty, but I'm not tired."
"Want to take a shower?" Yang asked, as she rolled out of the mountain of blankets and helped Blake to her feet.
"Will you wash my hair?" Blake asked as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
Blake sat on the sill of the tub, eyes closed against the soap running down her face. Yang stood in front of her, massaging shampoo into her scalp, eyes somewhat distracted from their task by Blake's chest.
"I really love your breasts, you know." Yang commented as she ran her fingers through Blake's hair. She ran her hands down her cheeks and to her chest, cupping her breasts fondly.
"Want to trade than?" Blake smiled and laughed as Yang's fingers tickled her skin. "They already pretty much belong to you."
Yang smiled and blushed, "They're so small and cute!" She resumed washing Blake's hair, stepping to the side and directing the flow of water onto her head.
"You might as well be a pedophile." Blake laughed as Yang poked her in the stomach.
"Excuse me for loving you the way you are," Yang said sarcastically, "And now that I've done you, time to reciprocate."
Yang handed Blake the shampoo and sat down on the floor of the tub, her back to the hot spay of water. The next thing she felt was Blake groping her, her hands massaging her breasts.
"I meant reciprocating the hair wash, but this is nice too." Yang giggled and blushed as Blake buried her face in her wet hair, and continued to fondle her.
"I like your breasts too," Blake muttered through Yang's hair. She pulled Yang to the bottom of the tub and sighed into her back.
"Ok, let go of my tits please." Yang removed Blake's pawing hands and leaned againt the edge of the tub, water running down her chest. "Ruby's waiting for the shower, we'll continue this latter."
Blake stuck out her tongue, "Blech, you're no fun." She sat up and playfully hit Yang on the head.
Yang laughed, and handed the shampoo bottle to Blake. "Do my hair and pleased to cease the domestic violence."
Blake grudgingly accepted the bottle and set to work on Yang's hair. "I talked to your mom last night after I woke up." Blake commented as she worked the lather through Yang's hair, scratching her scalp with her finger tips as she did.
"I deny everything until more information is available." Yang giggled shaking her head to get a stream of soap off her face.
"We actually didn't talk about you, I wanted to know about her scar, actually." She perceived a drop in Yang's shoulders, and guessed she was frowning. "What, is that such a taboo topic?" Blake asked, wondering if asking had crossed some line.
"It's not exactly taboo, I guess, but it's not really a good story to hear." Yang spoke from under the shower head as she washed off, then turned off the water. "I feel like you can ask, but don't expect to like what you hear.
Blake nodded as she toweled off. There was something slightly not right with Aymie, and she was too curious for her own good. She laughed a little; curiosity killed the cat.
"I think I'll have that drink now."
Well, this wasn't my best chapter, I kinda lost my spark here, but I promise that the next chapter will be better, I plan of tying up all the loose ends and ending things back at beacon. Hope you enjoyed it, and I hope I'll get the next chapter to you in a more timely manner.
-Xoxo, Holo.