This chapter contains allusions to adult material. Nothing overt, but it's implied.
9 Days After Cinder's Invasion
Blake yawned and stretched, the muscles in her legs and back quivering in pleasure. She rolled over and opened her eyes to see that Yang was not in bed with her. The Faunus smiled at Yang's typical behavior. True to her nature, Blake slept a lot. Yang, of course, marveled at how Blake had gone nearly two weeks without any sleep whatsoever and Blake merely shrugged. Truth be told, she often felt like she was still paying for that mistake.
The smell of pancakes wafted through the dorm and Blake sat upright, stretching her arms and purring lightly. Yang closed the sliding door to the kitchenette and turned around. In her hands, she held two plates of pancakes with everfall syrup. Blake raised an eyebrow at the outfit that her fiancé had decided on—a small, white apron that said 'Bang the Cook'—though Blake had to admit that Yang looked absolutely enticing in the skimpy ensemble. Yang had already established that during the summer months, she preferred to sleep naked. Blake didn't mind and often joined her. She'd grown accustomed to her own personal space heater, and Yang enjoyed the feeling of the smaller girl pressed into her every nook and cranny.
"Good morning~!" Yang called in a sing-song voice.
Blake smiled and blushed lightly as Yang handed her one of the plates, then sat cross-legged at the foot of the bed. Yang dug in and three bites worth of pancakes suddenly disappeared into her ravenous maw. Blake watched her eat for a moment before leaning forward and kissing her pink, syrupy lips. Yang stopped mid-bite and raised her eyebrows before swallowing. The two laughed softly and kissed again before finishing their breakfast.
As morning light filtered through the curtains in their dorm, Blake pulled Yang to her, haphazardly tossing the sticky plates onto the end table beside their bed. Sticky lips met in a deep kiss. Blake reached around and undid the apron that served as Yang's only clothing. The garment fell away and Blake, for the hundredth time, admired her lover's body. The two dissolved into kisses and lovemaking that took them through the morning and into the early afternoon.
The pair rolled over, panting from their latest go and stared at the ceiling. Yang reached over and clasped Blake's hand, who twined their fingers together.
"Damn, kitten…"
"I know…"
The two took a few minutes to catch their breath before Blake struggled into a sitting position. Standing on numb, shaky legs, she leaned against the wall for support and started making her way towards the small bathroom. "Well? You coming or what?" Blake called out behind her.
Yang bolted upright and tripped out of bed, following the Faunus to the shower. "Hell yes," she mumbled. "Hell. Yes."
Once the two girls had freshened up, destroyed all their hard work, and then freshened up again, they found themselves dressed up for a day on the town. However, Blake was pressed firmly against the door and Yang was pressed firmly against her. The Faunus lifted her leg and Yang held it into place beside her. Blake's black pleated skirt shifted and Yang brushed her bare leg against Blake's pantyless womanhood. The smaller girl moaned into Yang's mouth and Yang was grateful that she'd decided to wear shorts.
Their make-out session lasted a while and by the time they were done, Blake's hair was a mess and Yang's leg bore a distinct wet spot. They debated staying in or going ahead and going out. Yang smiled and took Blake's hand. "Let's go out," she offered, and that was that.
Blake followed the tall blonde out of the dormitories and to the shuttle pad. An airtaxi took them to the center of the entertainment district and the two girls began to meander through the streets. Yang had her arm around Blake and Blake snuggled into the warm girl's embrace.
As the two entered into the wealthier part of the entertainment district, the stares of passers-by became more and more apparent. Blake shrunk into Yang's arms. Yang only raised an eyebrow and kept walking.
It wasn't long before the stares became murmurs and whispers. They passed a particularly rotund woman talking on her scroll, dressed in a deep purple gown with a fox-fur neckwarmer wrapped around her thick folds. Yang wondered how she could stand the heat in the getup but curiosity turned to furiosity. Yang's hearing had only deteriorated since she'd built Ember Celica, but thanks to Summer's lessons, she could read lips just fine. …with a filthy Faunus girl. Yes, here, in the Upper District.
Yang stopped suddenly and Blake clung to her. "Come on, Yang, let's just get out of here. It's not worth it."
Yang trembled and she tightened her grip on Blake's shoulder. As they passed the woman, Yang was pushed over the edge. "…would be best if they all just disappeared off of the face of Remnant."
"What the fuck did you just say?" Yang whirled and grabbed the woman by the arm.
"Well, I never!" she cried out in a thick posh accent. She tried to scramble away from the blonde, who's eyes glowed with a crimson rage.
"You want to repeat your opinion of Faunuses?" Yang growled, her fingers digging into the woman's fat.
"Yang, please, stop," Blake begged, tugging on Yang's other arm. The brawler didn't listen. "Please, I'm used to it. It's not worth it."
Yang turned her head and shot Blake a look of such pain and sadness that Blake took a step back. The furious Huntress turned her attention back to the big woman who'd dared to insult Blake. "You think that Faunus are filthy? Disgusting? You think they should disappear?"
The woman stammered for a moment before Yang grabbed the woman's thick neck with vise-like fingers. She pointed the woman's face to Blake and hissed in her ear, "This 'filthy Faunus' is a hero of Vale. She saved the kingdom from destruction. What the fuck did you do?"
"I…I…" was the woman's eloquent reply.
"That's what I fuckin' though," Yang growled. She let the woman go.
As the woman stumbled backwards, she sneered and pointed accusingly at the pair. "Y-you won't get away with this! I'll have you and that disgusting animal arrested!" She took several steps back and her arm fat jiggled as she caused a scene in front of the onlookers.
Yang sighed at Blake, kissed her fiancé on the lips quickly, turned, stepped forward, and slammed her right fist into the woman's stomach. The woman doubled over and, for a moment, was suspended in the air by Yang's arm.
The woman fell to her side, coughing and retching. "Anyone else have anything to say about Faunuses?" Yang turned around, her arms outstretched. "Anyone? I didn't think so." She lowered her arms, grabbed Blake and started back towards Beacon. "C'mon, babe. Let's go."
Blake followed wordlessly, not knowing what to say or do.
Later, after calming down, Yang had apologized to Blake, who had just kissed her and smiled. The two now walked hand in hand towards the docks. The evening light danced across the distant waves. As they walked down the wooden pier, Blake finally spoke up.
"I know that you want to defend me and that you hate Faunus discrimination, but you can't just punch anyone who looks at me wrong. You're going to have to get used to it, love. It's going to happen."
"Yeah, well I don't see why I can't punch them. They deserve it." Yang leaned against the wooden railing, sighing. The sun's reflection in the water lit the whole area in a dusky red glow.
Blake walked over and put her hands on Yang's shoulders, kneading the tense muscles. Planting a kiss on her lover's neck, Blake whispered, "I do like that you stand up for me, though, even if I'm fully capable of doing it myself."
Yang turned and nuzzled her. "Oh, I know. I just like being the one to leap to your defense." She shrugged and turned, taking Blake's hands in her own. One small kiss later, Yang realized that the docks were deserted. An uneasy pit formed in her stomach, but she hid the feeling from Blake.
"Yang…" Blake was more perceptive than Yang gave her credit for and the two huntresses immediately whirled to stand back to back, opening their aura and channeling it into the visible spectrum.
Around them, a group of black-clad individuals appeared from the shadows. They offered no name or identification and as they rushed towards the two huntresses, they offered no challenge. Blending their minds together, the pair slipped into Insight and fought as one being.
Blake's shadow clones propelled Yang into a group of five hitmen while Yang's kinetic fire dance across Blake's arms. Their semblances fused perfectly and they danced in unison to the sound of broken bones and gushing blood.
As the last man fell, Yang walked over to the only one who bore any kind of marking. It was a simple metal clasp, but it was enough to identify him as the leader. Yang dug through his pockets and found what she was looking for: a wad of cash and a note.
Find a blonde human girl and a brunette cat-Faunus. Make them suffer.
Yang crumpled the note and threw it into the sea. She took the money, a couple thousand lien, and shoved it into her bra. Grabbing Blake by the hand, the two calmly continued with their walk, leaving a pile of moaning, groaning men behind.
By the time the engaged couple made it back to their dorm, it was nighttime. Blake shut the door behind her and locked it. She leaned against the door and stared at Yang, who began to undress. The blonde stretched and Blake eyed her from the door. Yang reached for a large t-shirt to wear until bed time, but Blake was there first. The Faunus stepped in and cupped Yang's chin. Standing on her tip-toes, Blake leaned up and kissed Yang, softly at first, but then deeper.
"Thank you, Yang," were the only words offered. They were the only words needed. Yang scooped Blake up into her arms and carried her to bed, where the two Huntresses ended the day as it began.
Author's Note: I know this is relatively short and really not like my other chapters, but I saw a writing prompt on tumblr and I had to do it. I wanted a "normal" day for our precious Bumblebee. Looks like they got more than they bargained for.
I might start working on Part II tomorrow. Might. I also need need NEED to upload Chapter 2 of Black Chronicle. I nearly have it finished and I want to get that story off of the ground. Combine those three stories with my ACTUAL novel that I'm preparing to write and I am SUPER SWAMPED. PLUS, I need to find a job which means even LESS time to write and I just wish I could get paid to sit around and write fanfiction all day.
Sigh.