WARNINGS: NSFW.

NOTES: Sorry this took so long to update! I've just been dealing with a lot in my life lately. Things start heating up here, but there's still nothing truly outside the norm quite yet. Just lesbians :D


~CHAPTER TWO

Yang Xiao Long's plan was in action. The tallest member of Team RWBY had convinced her sister and sister's partner to head off into Vale for the whole day, meaning she would finally be able to have the room to herself with her own partner. Feeling rather proud of herself, she entered the room with a smug grin, expecting to find said partner reading, as usual.

Blake glanced up and favored Yang with a casual smile, then turned back to her book. Things were just heating up between the two ninjas in the story, and there was a waterfall involved. She was glad she had picked up the next in the series instead of training today; work was all well and good, however, as Yang had reminded her, downtime was equally valuable.

"Soooo... whatcha readin'?" the blonde asked, sitting on the bed by her partner's side and leaning toward her to peer at the pages she was reading. Rolling her eyes, Blake debated giving her a flippant answer, telling her to get lost, or being honest. There really had only been one choice all along.

"Well... it's 'Ninjas of Love Strike Back', if you must know."

Not wanting to give the wrong impression, the blonde leaned back again. "Sounds pretty cool. But I've got some cooler news," she began, half closing her eyes to look back at her partner, a smirk making its way upon her face.

"Oh?" Blake replied without looking up from the book, uncrossing her legs to cross them in the other direction.

"Well, thanks to some cunning strategy on my part, Ruby and Weiss are gonna be out aaalllll day," she announced proudly, the hand she was using to prop herself up on the bed making its way closer toward Blake. "Which means we have a few good hours alone. Interesting, huh?"

"Mmm, that's nice." Something about the tone of Yang's voice suggested this warranted more attention, but she was in the middle of such an engrossing part of her book that she figured if it were important enough, she'd find out about it later.

Yang could sense right away that Blake hadn't quite caught on to what she was implying. No matter; she had another trick up her sleeve. From times when Yang had taken a sneak peak at the first book, she happened to know what kinds of things those particular stories contained. Perhaps she could use the book's contents to fluster her partner. "So, uh... what's happening in there right now?"

"Hm?" Slowly, her teammate's words sank in. Eyes round, Blake looked up at her. "What's... happening? In my book?"

Still holding a sultry look upon her face, the blonde slowly nodded, leaning back onto the bed fully. "Yep. With Tomari and Makoto-sensei. I'm curious."

The Faunus's gaze raked along Yang's relaxed body. "W-well-" She found it was necessary to swallow to get her voice working again. "Well, it's... not much going on with them right now. They're between crucial parts of the plot. Um... h-how do you know their names – have you read the first one?"

"Skimmed it. But I thought perhaps you could tell me what happens." She hadn't moved from her spot, able to sense yellow eyes taking in her form; all going to plan so far. Of course, Yang didn't want to simply hear the story, but experience it in another way. An interactive way.

"I w-wouldn't want to spoil anything for you." Blake felt her pulse picking up. She'd never really shared these books with anyone. Not even her former comrades in the White Fang. When people like Ruby asked her for a recommendation, she usually picked one at random that was a bit less... risqué.

"Aww, I'm not the type to complain. Come on, try me." The blonde said this casually, although she then inched closer to Blake's side, leaning in and whispering into her ear. "Or perhaps you can... show me?"

"Show you? How would... I..." Instantly, she felt her fighting instincts kick in, but for a very different reason than usual. Asking about 'Ninjas of Love'. Sitting on her bed. Sending the rest of the team away... so they could be alone. What was Yang trying to accomplish, exactly?

"However you want. What's wrong? You need some…" She trailed off before running one hand across Blake's back slowly, reaching around to her hip to pull the girl closer toward her. Her other hand then began to gently stroke her thigh, agonizingly slow. "…motivation?"

Instantly, Blake felt her skin flush beneath her lace and leggings. Her eyelids slid shut for a second as she felt the warmth seeping through the thin fabric. "W-what do you... but we haven't..." Then she cleared her throat and turned to look up at her partner, trying for a nervous smile. "You're terrible."

"I know," Yang couldn't help but chuckle, but she hadn't moved from her spot. Instead, she continued her teasing assault on the thigh, planting small kisses along her girlfriend's jawline, down toward her neck. The skin on her own cheeks began to flush at this point; the two had kissed on occasion before, but this would be a first for anything else. It was all new territory.

The raven-haired girl twitched, causing 'Ninjas of Love Strike Back' to slide onto the floor. Blake felt her heart clench at not knowing if it fell open and whether or not any of the pages had been creased, but it was nothing compared to the uncertainty in her heart as to whether or not Yang should be kissing her neck, if she should be kissing back, or what she should do with her hands.

Yang pulled her lips away from her neck when she heard the book fall, leaning back to look her girlfriend in the eyes again. She wanted to make sure Blake was comfortable, but also give her a chance to make the next move.

'God, she's so gorgeous,' Blake thought helplessly. Having feelings like this for her teammate still felt… strange. They were new and alien to her; not at all wrong, just uncommon. What about Sun? Did she not like him that way? Or did she just have a severe and debilitating weakness for blondes?

No, that couldn't be it. Jaune wasn't anywhere on her radar.

Able to sense her teammate's conflicted thoughts, Yang's expression softened slightly. She wanted to put no pressure on her friend, but also had the best intentions for her to... enjoy herself. Still, she said softly, "Hey... we can stop if you want. All you gotta do is say the word."

Blake licked her lips, glancing to and fro for an escape route – on instinct. She didn't want to run from Yang, but part of her needed to know there was a way out. Speaking of which... "And which word is that, Xiao Long?"

Yang thought about this for a moment. How could she put her partner at ease and also play into the game? After a moment of thought, her eyes half closed again. She delivered a chaste kiss on Blake's cheek before letting her in on the idea. "If I go too far, all you have to say is 'Library' and I'll stop. Just like that."

A small smile crossed her lips at the word Yang had offered up. "Library. Should be able to remember that." Then her heart instantly started thumping harder again when she realized what acknowledging that would mean. "But I'm still a little unclear. What is it you're going to... stop, if I say it?"

The hand upon Blake's hips tightened slightly as Yang pushed her body up against hers, finally pressing her lips against Blake's –tenderly at first, but her actions grew ever more intense as her heart began to beat faster. The gentle pressure mitigated the suddenness of the kiss, and Blake's hands fisted in the sheets underneath them as Yang continued to knead their lips together. Feeling braver than last time, and knowing this was the reason Ruby and Weiss had been booted into Vale for the day, she tilted her head and opened her mouth the tiniest bit.

Truth be told, this was their first kiss aside from the occasional peck on the lips or cheek – and though Yang was experienced, despite it only being with men thus far, she didn't want to ruin it by moving too fast. She followed Blake in terms of pace, only opening her mouth a little; but that wouldn't stop her from taking the lead. She gently moved her tongue forward, pressing it slightly into her girlfriend's mouth, brushing it against her lips.

The tongue surprised Blake, though it should not have. Wasn't that why she had opened her mouth? There had never been time for this when she was with the organization; everything was strategizing, protests, rallies and raids. On the rare occasions in which a boy had approached her in this manner, she had deflected their advances by reminding them that the mission came first.

Not this time. Now, it was Yang who wanted this, Yang, her partner for the next four years. Maybe longer.

'A lot softer than boys,' Yang thought to herself, although she was able to feel that Blake was still rather tense. So she broke away, placing her free hand upon the Faunus's cheek and staring into her eyes for a moment before uttering the words, "God, you're beautiful."

A small smile pulled at Blake's lips at that sentiment - but her body froze when she felt the hand from her hip moving up into her hair, aiming for the bow there. After a moment, fingers began to run through softly as she found the spot just behind her feline ears to scratch very gently.

"Mmhhmmm…" Blake felt her eyes close on their own as the scratching began, a low groan starting deep in her throat. It felt so good. No one had ever done this for her. Well, a few of the guys in the White Fang had tried. And failed. She had no idea why the simple act of Yang's fingertips rubbing behind her cat ears sent her into such bliss.

Yang smiled softly, continuing the gentle scratching right on that sensitive spot, before planting soft kisses on Blake's neck yet again. The blonde's hand that was once on Blake's cheek beginning to slowly run down her side, hands exploring the wonderful shape of her body. The very thought of it was sending Yang's heart into overdrive, her cheeks flushing more obviously now.

A shiver passed through Blake when she felt lips on her neck, and she gulped, fists clenching tighter, legs twitching restlessly. Not that she knew what she wanted to do with them. Her heart sped up and her vision swam when she opened them, so instead she closed them again and whispered, "Wh… where did you learn how to do this?"

"What, you think I took some kind of class? I picked up a few things, but I'm mostly running on instinct." Yang hoped this would help Blake figure out what she'd want to do. After all, instinct was the thing she was raised to use primarily, wasn't it? She found it hard to detect what would make Blake feel more comfortable, but she was confident she was doing her level best. Yang's exploring hand gently began to stroke her legs again, finding its way to her inner thigh once more.

Both of Blake's thighs jerked together, trapping the foreign hand. The word Yang had given her sprang to her lips, but she bit it back; she didn't want to stop. Did she? No. But she wasn't ready to go forward, either. What on Remnant did she want?

"Your... instincts have served you well. You hunted me down."

"Yeah, I don't think so," Yang whispered. It would seem being the hunter wasn't exactly doing the trick, so she thought of a new technique. This time, she moved away from Blake completely, using this chance to lean back onto the bed, looking to her through half-closed eyes. "I think it's me that's the prey... so how about you pounce, tiger?"

Cold bit through Blake's body from the absence of her partner. "Yang..." Swallowing, she tried not to stare at the generous amount of cleavage her shirt always showed, at the firm muscles in her carelessly crossed thighs. When her eyes started to drift up the thighs, she forced them back to Yang's face. "Me, hunt you? Why, because I'm a Faunus?"

"Sure," Yang couldn't help but sigh at that answer, but still she didn't move from her spot. She quite enjoyed knowing Blake was taking her in; it excited her to no end, making her cheeks blossom with red again. "Well, what do your instincts tell you to do?"

"Maybe they tell me that, as a... tigress, I should dominate you." Unable to believe her own actions, Blake allowed her eyelids to fall half closed, crawling forward on her hands and knees until her face was partially hidden by a massive chest. "What would you say to that?"

"I kinda like that idea," Yang smirked, trying to look down at her partner, though she couldn't exactly see her fully from this angle. She continued to lie still however, softly adding, "Do with me as you will, Miss Belladonna."

Did Yang really want her to behave like an animal? Blake wasn't sure whether that excited her or terrified her. Perhaps both. Deciding to keep it playful for now and avoid the more questionable aspects of the idea, she leaned in and gripped Yang's neckline between her teeth, tugging down very slightly. Yang flashed a half-smile in return, reaching one hand up into Blake's hair yet again to coax her into bringing more contact with her neck rather than her shirt. Then her hand sought out that tender spot behind her cat ears, as she began to scratch softly yet again, listening for the reaction.

Instantly, Blake let go of the shirt as she melted under the attention to her ears, face plummeting down into the soft and inviting valley below it. "Nnhh… Yang, why..."

"Because you need to relax – and because I can't resist." She looked down at the woman currently lying on top of her, cheeks flushed with desire. Her partner would no doubt be able to feel the increased heart rate in her chest. "And I know you like me too, Blake. I can feel you're interested. Why hold yourself back any longer?"

"Hold b-ba..." Her brain was filled with fog. Yang wouldn't stop and she couldn't think with that sweet spot being attacked in this fashion. With what strength she could muster, she turned her head to one side and sank her teeth into the soft flesh of the healthy bosom she found there.

"Mrrfff!" Yang let out a slight groan under her breath, eyes closing at the feeling of Blake's teeth upon her in this way. Her free hand began to once again explore Blake's body on top of hers, sliding down her spine ever so gently. Free of the debilitating effects of her ears being toyed with, Blake pushed up and left a kiss in the center of Yang's chest, heart pounding at the hand on her back. This was insane. What were they doing? She wanted it down deep in her bones, but her brain kept screaming for her to stop and consider the consequences. Which would she listen to?

A quiet moan of want escaped the blonde's lips, her heart pounding below the beautiful woman above her. What was it about Blake that made her this crazy? With men, so much needed to be done before she was ever in the mood. How could Blake drive her wild with little to nothing? And this was only the beginning.

"Blake..."

When her head lifted, Blake noticed she was above Yang, hovering over her. They were both breathing hard and her arms were shaking with effort from holding her body up. What should she do? "Listen. I'm... are you sure about this? I don't have... I mean, you know what I'm saying, right? I barely know how this works with a man and a woman, and that's just from whispers and reading. I'm completely stumped for... um, you and me."

"Then I guess I get to be the huntress, after all." A smirk rose to Yang's lips once again as she placed both her hands upon Blake's shoulders, using this to roll them over. A quiet squeak escaped from Blake's throat when she was rolled over, but she did not resist and did not otherwise speak. Then Yang was on top of the Faunus instead, her body weight holding her down into the mattress, chests pressing up against one another.

"I'll lead you through it. And don't worry, I'll be gentle." Yang then leaned forward yet again, pressing her lips against Blake's, this time slightly deeper than before. The blonde's ripe and silky melons pressing down against her own sent waves of heat up into Blake's face and down into... other regions. Though she was still frightened, she was beginning to crave more, raising her hands to rest against Yang's back as their lips kneaded each other's mercilessly.

Yang couldn't help but shift her body slightly to get more comfortable, though this meant her chest would slide over the Faunus's several times. Her legs rested on either side of Blake's own, so she was straddling her, which sent heat to her own core. But this did not take any intensity away from the kiss. Her tongue began to brush gently against Blake's lips, searching for another. Blake pushed her own tongue upward to prod the tip of Yang's, unsure of whether or not she would enjoy the sensation. Much to her surprise, she did; it was soft and hot, and having it inside her mouth was beyond thrilling. She didn't mind being pinned or straddled, didn't mind feeling Yang's heavy chest against hers. All of these things were intimidating and new, yes, but also felt like... affection. She had been without that for so long that she almost didn't know how to cope with having it again.

Then Yang reached down to the buttons of her jacket, undoing them hastily so she could throw it aside. It was far too hot for her to be wearing – although this would mean even more of her cleavage would be on display for Blake's eyes. Not that she particularly minded. The blonde broke their kiss so she could lean toward Blake's ear, whispering softly, "Just follow your instincts, tigress. You'll know what to do."

When the Faunus returned her hands to the shoulders of her partner, Blake felt skin, and it was warm and smooth. Yang's lips on her ear only seemed to make things worse. Even the sound of the jacket hitting the floor made things worse. And by "worse", she meant hotter, tighter. Swallowing, she finally attempted speech again.

"Okay, I... I'll try. Can… can I look at you?"

A chuckle escaped Yang's lips. She leaned up so she was completely sitting on Blake, giving her the full view from below. Her breathing was a bit heavier than normal, and her cheeks were bright red. "Of course you can... I don't mind you looking."

The tube top barely concealed Yang's form, granting her more than a glimpse of smooth, flat stomach. Even the tops of her breasts were visible from that angle, when by all rights, they shouldn't be. She really was a fiery goddess; waves of golden hair cascading down her shoulders and back, violet eyes alight with mischief. Perfection. Before they became partners, Blake had been vaguely jealous of how gorgeous and put-together the elder of the sisters was. Now... determined not to be the only one making any moves, she mentally kicked herself into motion. Trembling hands raised and pressed fingertips gently into the stomach so near to her, thumbs connecting above the tiny button in the center.

Yang reached down to her own belt, unbuckling and tossing it aside to leave her in her tube top and tiny shorts. But even with that, she was burning with desire. Her eyes remained upon Blake however, taking in the subtle shape before her. While Yang was a slightly bigger build, Blake's petite body was a sight she wouldn't trade for anything.

"Stop me," Blake whispered as her hands moved upward, grazing the underside of Yang's chest. "I... am I doing this right? I don't know, God I'm sorry, but I don't know..."

"Well at the moment, you're poking my boobs," she giggled, leaning back down to help Blake with her jacket. From there her hands slid down to the hem of her shorts, but before going any further the blonde looked up into her partner's eyes and saw the worry there. "Hey, you're doing fine... but we can stop if you think this is too much. I don't want to pressure you."

"No!" Clearing her throat, Blake started again. "No, I'm fine. This isn't my area of expertise, that's all. But I... I think I like this."

"Then I'll show you the ropes," Yang smiled before tugging Blake's shorts down, slowly at first to make sure she had her permission, then faster until they were slipping past her ankles. With that finished, Yang moved on to her own shorts, making light work of them by tearing them off and tossing them aside.

The heat in Blake's face was searing enough to rival Yang's semblance at this point as she gazed down at the two pairs of panties concealing two sensitive areas. Were they going to touch them together? That didn't seem physically possible, but she didn't know how else this could be done. Perhaps Yang had heard things before. She was so in control at all times, so confident and bold. Why couldn't she be that way herself in any area of life besides the field of battle? Why was she so isolated?

Screwing up her courage, Blake lifted one leg and bent it until her knee was pressing against that warm, soft area between Yang's legs.

"Maybe... we can show each other."

Yang's eyes widened at first with the contact before she looked down to Blake. Seeing the desire budding in the amber irises, she smiled again, nodding to her in assent. Not wanting to move from the contact, she trailed one hand down to the area between Blake's legs, touching the soft fabric hiding what was beneath, able to feel the wetness.

"Well, you're certainly ready for the show, aren't ya?"

"O-oh!" Blake felt her eyes sliding shut, tingles shooting along her entire body, her mouth running dry. She hadn't been expecting to be touched. Yes, that was a ridiculous expectation in light of what they were doing, how they were dressed, the feelings exploding within them. Yet she was still surprised – both at being touched, and how it felt. Hot and wet and like magic and darkness.

Biting her lip, she drew her leg up even further, pressing harder into Yang and feeling how damp her underwear was becoming; they hadn't been before, perhaps because the blonde was always such a master of herself. A soft moan escaped Yang's lips; it was only Blake's leg, and yet it granted her this much pleasure. Soon enough, she found herself bucking her hips for more. There had been a few stray encounters with men before, yes, but it never felt so loving, so gentle as this.

Still, she had to impress her partner, too. Yang's hand moved up to the elastic of her panties while she looked to Blake's reaction, making sure she was open to being explored before continuing.

At first, Blake just felt sad at the loss of contact – and then she understood what was being implied. They were going beyond the first steps, beyond just pettings and questions. Tears stung the corners of her eyes as she fretted with the decision, wishing she could stop time in this instant and consider her plan of attack.

But it was not an attack. This wasn't a mission; they weren't infiltrating the White Fang or putting a stop to Torchwick. This was her partner; this was a warm, sensuous body atop hers. Sex. This was sex.

"I... Yang, do you... really want me?"

Yang looked at her partner worriedly, able to see the tears in her eyes. The question stung a little, but she understood why it was being asked; after all, this was entirely different from everything Blake had been through. With a warm smile of her own she answered, "Yeah, of course I do. I... I love you, Blake."

The wind rushed in Blake's ears. Love. Yang loved her?

"Do you mean that? Y-you don't have to pretend if you don't. I won't be offended." Biting her lip to stop herself from saying anything else stupid, Blake raised her hands to perch on Yang's hips, holding her in place. No matter their next moves, how urgent their desires or powerful their feelings, she wanted her right where she had her.

"You bet I mean it, more than anything. Blake, I really love you... and I want you all to myself. To be mine." The words were said with more than a slight blush. Her desires were all powered by the overwhelming feelings the blonde had for her; they had been there for a long time. Right now it was just the two of them, alone, for a whole day. Able to sate their desires how they pleased.

Which Yang did. She bucked her hips once again on Blake's knee, desperate for more contact. Her hand began to dive into Blake's underwear, trailing down an inch at a time before brushing against the center hidden beneath.

The words were still echoing in Blake's ears when she felt Yang's fingers come into contact with her wetness, and she gasped. No one had ever breached her defenses so effortlessly as Yang – and no one had made it anywhere close to this far before.

'I want you all to myself.' It was possessive. For her part, she wanted Yang to own her, to dominate her... but she also wanted to be her equal. Partners in hunting, but Yang's plaything... Those two desires didn't balance, and yet they were both true. How could she submit to an equal?

Yang's fingers pressed firmly against Blake's wetness, stroking her softly – not entering yet, but making enough contact to drive even the levelheaded Blake Belladonna to insanity. Still, she could not deny that she desired her partner's contact just as much as she was giving. This desperation caused her to rock her hips against the raven-haired girl's knee yet again, harder this time. Her wet underwear making contact with Blake's bare skin was nearly as intoxicating as the knowledge of what her fingers were doing.

It was all Blake could do to keep from screaming at the rafters. Disgraceful how much pleasure she felt from Yang's gently probing touch, when she had only scratched the surface! Meanwhile, the hard muscle residing behind soft folds butted against her knee, with only a thin, sodden layer of fabric to keep her skin from feeling it directly. The thought made her sex a thousand times more sensitive to the touch.

"Yang, I-" But her words died in her throat, because when she had looked up toward Yang's eyes, all she could focus on was the rippling movement of an ample bosom. It was rhythmically hypnotic somehow. She had never thought twice about breasts as anything other than a random part of the anatomy before. What was different about them now?

The blonde's eyes fluttered back open at her partner's voice, as she noticed Blake's gaze was fixated upon her chest. "Hmm… like those, eh? I'll make that easier for you." Yang smirked wickedly, drawing her hand away from Blake's wetness and out from her underwear, only so she could remove her top fully, unclasping her bra and tossing both articles of clothing aside. All in all, the process was over in a few seconds.

Immediately, Blake turned to face the wall. She couldn't see Yang like this, not while she was in such a mood. That was too much. Yet they had already gone further than simply flashing breasts; and after all, they had seen each other undress before, hadn't they? Living together made that just a fact of life. Now, however...

The sight of Yang in nothing but panties was like staring into the burning sun. The chest she had unintentionally ogled was now on display and her eyes could resist for more than a few seconds. Elegant symmetry. Full and round. Beautiful.

One hand drifted up toward them, but she paused, glancing at Yang's eyes for disapproval. No disapproval would come; in fact, a comforting smile was what she got in return, welcoming the touch. The blonde shifted forward, pressing her bosom into Blake's hand. This was also so she could bring her wetness into contact with the Faunus's knee again, letting out a wet gasp of pure relish.

Yang's hands began to wander also, to the bottom of the white shirt. The primal desire to see Blake in the same way was taking over her. She looked down at the woman below her, hesitantly prodding.

"Your turn."

Deciding the easiest course of action would be to ignore Yang's hands and concentrate on her own, Blake drew her fingers together and felt the gentle give of flesh, the barely perceptible poking of a nub in the center of her palm. The blush in Yang's face said it all: she enjoyed this. She wanted this and more. Mouth opening slightly in anticipation, she squeezed harder, twisting as she did so.

A soft moan escaped Yang's lips, her eyes half closing yet again in pleasure. She did enjoy this, a lot. But she wanted to please Blake as well. Yang's hands began to slide up under Blake's shirt, making their way up to cup her more modest assets. Hands ever exploring the bare skin of the beautiful lover before her. Her lover.

Now Blake knew exactly what she was doing to Yang, because it was being done to her at the same moment. Gentle ache spread from her chest, sharpening the desire she felt elsewhere. She allowed her hand to slide to one side so she might rub an experimental thumb over the blonde's nipple.

"Blake..." Yang moaned again softly, enjoying the feeling of nimble digits upon one of her more sensitive areas. Yang wanted to show Blake just how it felt. Fingers gently massaged the soft flesh before she, too, ran her thumbs across the buds in the centers.

The ache exploded into pleasure when Yang fondled her. As it turned out, thumbs were good things. Body squirming restlessly beneath the one atop it, Blake felt wetness against her knee again and stilled, hoping she hadn't hurt her lover with her ill-planned movements.

But the look in Yang's flushed face said otherwise. Blake wetted her lips with her tongue as she watched Yang panting with desire, felt her pulse spike again with each flick of a digit over her pert nipples, saw the same reaction when she did it to Yang.

Feeling confidence spark back into her again, Yang pushed forward fully, closing her eyes as she crashed their lips together in a passionate kiss. With each movement of Blake's thumbs, a moan escaped into her mouth from her own. Slowly, she began to move herself against Blake's knee again, trying to sate the heat building down there.

The moment lips were on hers, Blake gave in to her urges, once again back in semi-familiar territory. Kissing had been done before. She knew this. Her cheeks flamed from the combined feeling of thumbs torturing her chest and the knowledge of what was happening down on her leg.

"Mmhh," Blake moaned into the kiss again, running her hands all over Yang's breasts and along her sides, trying to touch all of her at once. Yang was going to orgasm, on her, while pushing against her body. Was this real? Why had it taken them so long to try this?

The feeling of Blake's hands all over her body, touching her everywhere, was driving Yang insane. More moans found their way into the kiss as she pressed herself more firmly against Blake's leg, the speed of her movements increasing as her pleasure rose. One of Yang's hands moved away from Blake's breasts, down toward her underwear yet again. She wanted to show her what this felt like.

It was difficult, but Blake managed to force herself to keep kissing Yang as if nothing was about to happen, to accept that when the hand finished its journey south...

'I'm about to lose my virginity,' she realized with a start. That had not occurred to her before. Yes, that she was going to have sex, but not that particular aspect of it. And as fearful as she was of that, she was also glad for it to be under these circumstances. That thought relaxed and readied her a lot more; it was Yang touching her, Yang who would enter her body, give her this first orgasm in the presence of another human being. That was far better than many other ominous possibilities.

Sure enough, Yang's hand was once again firmly rubbing against Blake's inner folds. Borrowing the wetness from there, she bought her fingers upward, rubbing against her clit in slow but firm movements. She intended to bring Blake to the point she was already at herself, which was fairly close to orgasm. Yes, Yang had been with men before, but never had she been this close with this little contact before. What was it about the black-haired cat Faunus below her that stirred her passions so easily?

The moment her clit was touched, Blake spasmed hard. It was everything she could do to keep from literally slamming her knee up into Yang's most vulnerable area, which would have been unforgivable. This was unlike anything she had ever experienced; even on the extremely rare occasions she had explored her own body. Clearly she had been doing something wrong.

"Mnh!" Blake moaned into the kiss, feeling her hips start to push forward, aching for more touching, more teasing. More wet fingers on her raw protrusion. More Yang.

The movement was felt right against Yang's wetness, encouraging her to increase her speed, to press herself more firmly against her. The blonde's breathing was becoming heavier now; the heat below was building more and more. But she was determined to get Blake there, as well. Yang replaced her fingertips with her thumb, using this to circle her partner's clit, this time slightly faster. This left her fingers now free to enter Blake's body; only one at first, just so she could get used to the sensation.

Blake felt her eyes fly open at the invasion. Yang was going inside. Thin, tapering fingers sliding past her defenses. The leg not pressing against soaked panties above her tried to push outward and open herself up more, but Yang's leg was in the way. More.

"Mmmore," she managed to moan before rejoining sweet lips again, tongue diving in for its opposite, its partner. Yang parted her own legs further, allowing her to press herself more firmly against Blake, to grind with more force. She was close; she could feel pressure building in her lower stomach. However, to sate her partner, she shifted her hand and pushed another finger inside. The pace was rather quick, her desperation spurring her to do more. In, out, thumb still continuing to circle her clit as she rode the leg below her.

"I- I'm close!" Yang had to break herself away from the kiss to say the words between her moans, which were growing louder in volume.

When she heard the words "I'm close" from her partner, Blake discovered that she was, as well; that was the word for this sensation she was weathering. Her mouth missed the attention but her insides accepting another finger was more than enough to make her forget it for the time being.

"Me too," Blake managed to sigh, a heated whine falling from her mouth the instant she was through saying it.

Desperate not to disappoint, Yang put all her remaining focus into two parts of herself: the hand pawing at her bosom, and the knee driving her over the cliffs of passion. In all else, she merely yielded to the moment as her hand began to pick up in pace one more time, the thrusts of her fingers becoming ever more frequent inside her partner as she also groped at her chest. The blonde couldn't hold out much longer.

"Blake... Yes!" she moaned out, giving a few firm thrusts herself before she found herself leaning back in ecstasy, her toes curling tightly as the pleasure swept through her body. "NNNYHAAAAAAHHHH!"

Feeling the firm thighs clench around her own knee was what did it, more even than the fingers inside herself, more than the exquisite sound of Yang's cry of elation. That was where Yang was climaxing. Climaxing against her.

"Yang, I- YANG! NHH!" When Yang leaned away from her, the breast slipped out of her hand and she watched it bob to one side as she clenched around the fingers, involuntarily pushing herself up off the bed. "MMMHHHHNAHHHH!"

Coming down from her high, the blonde above her panted heavily, falling forward onto Blake once she had finished with her own climax. The fingers slipped out and she pulled her other hand away from Blake's breast so she could instead wrap her arms around her. "Hnnnn… oh maaan..."

"Mhhmmmh," Blake groaned weakly as she managed to raise an arm to drape over Yang's back. They both felt like lead, and her center felt empty now, though sated. Her hips twitched first one way and then the other, testing whether or not she felt vastly changed from the experience. Not really. Different, yes, but not completely transformed.

"Hey," Yang managed to muster between mouthfuls of air, still recovering from her climax as she shifted herself to get more comfortable on top of Blake's body, cuddling her closely. "That was incredible."

"Heh... hhhyeah." Why couldn't she talk? Her instinct was to stop talking until she was able to state her words eloquently, but she knew that would take too long. "Did... is that how it was for you? This intense?"

"Uh-huh," the blonde said softly, her chest still rising and falling with her deep breaths. Though she was positive this was something Blake wouldn't mind feeling against her. Curiosity got the best of her; she tilted her head as she asked, "Was that... um... have you not done... that before?"

Blake had to blink at the question, squirming slightly to situate the welcome weight of the woman atop her. "Nh… no, I haven't. You were my first. Um, did I not say so?"

Yang couldn't help but blush at the response she received. This was Yang's first time with a woman, but this was Blake's first time, full stop. The idea in her head made her blush rather nervously. "I thought you had... you know, with boys. I didn't realize I was your... wow."

"Oh." Suddenly, Blake felt very self-conscious. If Yang hadn't been on top of her, pressing her down into the mattress, she'd most definitely be trying to put her clothes back on, turn away, and escape. But she was trapped; not necessarily in a bad way, just in a way that forced her to change her own behavior. "N-no boys. I'm sorry, I thought you knew. I didn't try to hide it like I did with..."

She glanced up toward her cat ears. Yang took a moment to look at them, currently hidden in the bow, as usual. She bought her hands up to undo it slowly, being gentle so as to not startle her. Once they were free, she gently scratched behind them again, saying softly, "News to me, but it's nothing to be ashamed of. I'm kinda flattered, actually."

Against even her own expectations, Blake completely melted when the fingers dug behind her ears, the odd relaxed tension of having just found release but being unsure of what to do next gone. "Nnhyannnh..." She had been trying to say "Yang" and clearly failed. "Yang, that's... no ffffair..."

"When do I ever play fair?" Yang asked, giggling happily, continuing the scratching for a moment longer before she rolled to Blake's side and snuggled right up to her, one hand across her stomach as she looked into the Faunus's eyes.

"Never," Blake sighed as her entire body went limp. It had helped; now she was entirely at peace. She would be damned if she admitted that to Yang, though.

One idle hand smoothed over Yang's cheek as she took in the healthy post-coital glow in her cheeks, the impish light in her eyes that was softened with love. A moment of silence passed between the two, Yang leaning into the hand. Blake wanted to say so many things. Do so many things. But she also wanted to do nothing at all, just stay there forever. Yang's eyes half closed again as they met the ever yellow eyes of her beloved; she too wanted to say so many words, but found four simple ones to sum it all up.

"Man, I love you."

Blake's eyes slid closed for a moment as she weighed that in her heart. She wanted to be that brave, but she wasn't. Not in this. Not the way her mighty fire dragon was. So instead, she merely whispered it back while she wasn't looking, hoping it would be as valuable this way.

"I... love you, too."

It was. Although Yang could barely hear it, it was just as valuable. And to prove this to her partner, she leaned forward, kissing her girlfriend on the forehead softly before nuzzling into her to fall asleep.

The kiss of acceptance quieted Blake's fears as easily as if they had been removed. Was that part of Yang's semblance? Dissolving fear? Perhaps that was why she was so confident all the time. But there would be no asking her now. She held the sleeping form of the quietly snoring woman against herself, breathing in the sharp scent of her hair mixed with sweat, feeling fatigue overtake her.

"I love you," she whispered again uselessly. "My Yang."

To Be Continued