Summary: Blake tries to collect. Tries.


This was the second time in the span of two weeks that Yang was on top of Blake. Prime sexy-time positioning. It was also the second time that it had led to disappointment. She scolded herself for letting herself get worked up by a mere ass-grabbing – to be fair, there was also decent body friction and making out – Blake was honestly a little surprised that that was the thing that had had such an effect on her. For now, though, she was going to count her losses and give up the pursuit of sexiness. It wasn't going to happen right now, judging by the light snore that had begun to emanate from an increasingly heavy Yang.

There was a few paths she could take here, one of them being spitefully shoving off the deadweight and going to bed alone.

The other being a well-practiced routine of carrying her best friend to the comfort of a bed, although Yang was rarely ever to the point where Blake had to bear her weight entirely alone. But, she wasn't weak to the point where she couldn't if need be, so Blake prepared herself for the task.

There was a good chance that she would wake up the sleeping beauty regardless – she was trapped underneath her, after all – except that would probably lead to an embarrassing conversation about the fact that Yang had fallen asleep during what was essentially foreplay.

A conversation Blake wagered they both didn't really want to have for the sake of their dignity.

Gracefully escorting Yang to bed (to sleep) it is, then.

As she carefully wiggled her way out from underneath Yang – boobs and abs making sad, shameless, useless contact – Blake rolled the slumbering body into her arms, to pick her up in such a romantic, considerate way, it was almost domestic. Like, 'oh, honey, had a long day? I'll just put you to bed and leech your body heat while you sleep'.

Which, by the way, was entirely possible because, one, she could call her 'honey' because their partnership was affectionately labelled bumblebee by literally everybody; two, she had carried this woman enough times in her life to consider it part of her weekly workout; three, Yang was hot as fuck – in every sense of the word – and she found that feature to be very useful as a heat seeking mammal (a human/cat hybrid is a super-mammal, surely).

One thing that Blake hadn't factored into this situation was her own state of drunkenness and fatigue, and this whole carrying a tall, well-endowed, human tank seemed harder than usual. Muscle equals weight, and Yang was packing a hell of a lot of it. She briefly wondered how much a difference it would make if one of Yang's well-built arms were missing – she was so very proud of her 'guns' – but that seemed like a cruel path to weight loss.

It was most important to just get it done quickly and successfully so she could join Yang in dreamland, albeit less satisfied than she wanted to be. Blake summoned her strength yet again, the last of her reserves this time, to enter her bedroom – watch the head on the doorframe – and into her sizeable bed.

Shoes off, jacket off. She'd rather have more to strip when they woke and Yang hopefully wanted to continue what she had started (Blake's intuition pointed to yes). Besides, being a frequent drinker made Yang no stranger to sleeping in her clothes, so she didn't feel it was necessary anyways.

Blake, though, preferred her 'pajamas' – Yang never really did grasp the concept of her yakuta – and being in no rush, she could neatly remove and discard her clothes without having to have the hassle of finding them later; flung somewhere unreachable by a keen blonde.

She didn't even bother changing her underwear to something 'nicer'. Black was her colour anyway, and she certainly didn't give a shit, and Yang wouldn't even have the capacity to notice them when her very dreams were coming true; they knew each other too well for it to matter.

It then crossed her mind to go and close the window she had left open before some other person chanced the fire escape – she didn't want any other eager blonde entering her apartment. Once it was shut and locked, bare feet hastily made their way back to her boring sexless bedroom.

As she slid under the covers, making sure to cover up her bed buddy (because she certainly wasn't her bang buddy – wait, now she was just talking like Yang, ugh-), Blake scooted closer to the best heat source in the whole of Remnant (apart from the sun itself).

A sunny little dragon was a pretty good substitute.


When Yang awoke, it was definitely daytime. As she gathered her bearings, she realised that she was actually in Blake's apartment – well, in Blake's bed. Nothing unusual there. Now all she had to do was remember why-

"Oh shit!"

Blake was then woken by her stupid bed buddy bolting upright and disturbing her wonderful heated nest of blankets and, well, stupid bed buddy.

Letting loose a tired growl, Blake yanked the warm body back down to her own. "Quiet. Warm. Sshh."

As much as Yang was internally relieved Blake hadn't shoved her unconscious body back out the window she'd come in through, she was still one hundred percent sure she'd fucked up any fucking chance of fucking the most important person in her life, fuck.

Groaning, she clutched the smaller woman close and showered her in affection, kissing in quick succession anywhere she could get to. "I'm," kiss, "so," kiss, "sorry," mumbling out more apologies and landing even more kisses until Blake could no longer resist.

The Faunus deftly captured one of Yang's apology pecks with her own lips. "It's okay," she acquiesced, "I'm not opposed to taking rainchecks."

She could see lilac eyes open fully in the dim light, because as she predicted that woman was insatiable, Yang unable to hide the glee in her voice, "Yeah?"

Blake gave the hopeful face across from hers a stern but seductive stare. "To be collected, say, immediately?"

As quick as she had ever possibly seen her move, Yang had scrambled on top of Blake hastily to straddle her. There was no hesitation with full body contact anymore – whether she was too excited or didn't care at all to prolong this any longer than it already had been was anybody's guess – Blake was grateful.

The thin fabric wrapped around her did absolutely nothing to mask every curve and dip of the body atop of hers and just holy fuck hurry up already.

It was just getting good again when her scroll buzzed on her bedside table. As if everybody and everything were more important than attending to the smoking hot-

"You got a message from Ruby," said the only person left in the world that had not interrupted her at this point.

"I may have forgotten to tell her where I am."

This shit was getting old fast. "I'm going to tell her you're here, you're fine, and then, we are doing this." A thumbs up from above while Blake swiftly replied to Ruby just as promised- oh look Yang was pulling her shirt off.

And look she did. Blake felt a shiver roll down her spine; her cat ears stiffened, because wow her senses were going into overload when Yang came closer and plucked her scroll away from her weak hands – she faintly smelled like alcohol and Blake's bed, but there was that burnt aroma that is distinctly her – and she had that 'I'm going to say something smooth but it's really not it's just dumb' face.

"Miss Belladonna, your order of blonde bombshell is ready, and I'm confident you will be fully satisfied in ten minutes or less."

She wasn't sure she wanted it to be that hurried, although…

"Ten minutes? You sure about that?"

…there was no harm in enjoying herself.

Yang donned a very cheeky smile, "I'm not opposed to giving refunds," she shrugged, "you can even return me if you're disappointed."

Blake would take the ten minutes; she'd take the damn refund. She'd take anything at this stage.

"Time's ticking, Xiao Long."

Yang was off like a rocket, like the bombshell she had claimed to be. Blake's world had exploded into a rush of every desire she had ever had; she was overwhelmed by basic instinct and was focused on feeling every. Damn. Thing.

Hands on her waist, on her hips, clutching her face as she was kissed roughly – Yang's lips were a little dry, but she could fix that – Blake gripped the straps of Yang's bra and yanked; giving her enough allowance to take control of Yang's mouth with her own.

Blake easily coaxed open Yang's lips with her tongue, she accepted and welcomed it with a happy little moan. Yang pulled the same trick from last night; Blake could feel more pressure on her chest as Yang again made room to fit her hands underneath.

Except, this was way better. She had no pants on – which was taken full advantage of – Yang cupped her thighs and ran her hands up and under Blake's yakuta on the way to grab her ass. Way better.

She couldn't hold back a breathy moan. "Fuuuuuck."

Yang laughed, looking as cocky as ever, "That's the idea, Blake." She was adamant the fiend was going to exploit her weakness until she was told to stop (which would never happen).

Blake was breathing heavily now; she could feel some sneaky fingertips slipping under the hem of her panties, that promise of ten minutes was almost beginning to feel like an eternity-

They almost crashed their foreheads together when Blake's sex-hating scroll shrilly rang beside her.

"Are you fucking kidding me," Blake all but snarled looking at the screen to see who needed to be assassinated for disturbing them.

"WEISS!" She prepared to throw the device out the window – but she realised she had plans with her for lunch, shit – and reeled her arm back in to answer the call, thoughtfully pressing 'answer (audio only)' and trying to breathe normally.

"Hey, Weiss," she said as casually as she could muster since somebody decided to be an ass and start sucking on her neck.

"Blake, I hope you haven't forgotten about our plans?" Blake was instantly apprehensive at the tone of voice she heard from the other side of the line.

"Of course not," her voiced hitched on the 'not' as she was bitten.

A scoff that obviously was disbelieving emanated from the speaker. "Then I suppose the reason you're already half an hour late is not, in fact, because you're too busy canoodling with Yang at this very second, hmm?"

It was already the afternoon? Why the fuck hadn't she noticed that when she used her scroll less than two minutes ago?

After all the shit Weiss had pulled and all the things she had said on the topic of her and Yang's (still) non-existent sex life, Blake wasn't going to just give her the satisfaction of being right.

She tried to push the mouth working at her throat away before it completely ruined her façade. "No, what makes you say that? I just got caught up in a book and the time got away from me," now looking bored and unimpressed, Yang sent her an eye-roll that said 'wrap it up'.

"I'm heading out right now." Lies, all lies.

Weiss' tone of voice was arrogant. Undeniably arrogant. "Then the message you just sent Ruby that said, I quote, 'Yang is at my place, she's fine' was a lie?"

Unbelievable, conspiring little-

"Or the fact that I am literally looking at your apartment door and, oh, would you look at that, you're not leaving right now! As if you avoiding a video call wasn't my first clue anyway!"

Yes, Blake was going to murder Weiss. "Have I ever told you that I hate you."

"I believe you told me that last week," was the reply.

Well, it was true.

"I hate you!" she screeched through the microphone.

Blake's now very unhappy partner rose completely from the bed, crimson eyes blazing in anger.

"I'm gonna go melt that frigid bitch!" Yang exclaimed as she stormed out only wearing socks, pants and a bra.

Having heard the threat Weiss was hasty to hang up, "Ihavetogonowbye!"

Completely true to her word, thundering footsteps and shouting echoed throughout the building not even ten seconds after Yang had left. Her ears picked up a very high pitched shriek that was unmistakably Weiss Schnee, "YANG XIAO LONG DON'T YOU DA-" which was cut off by a roar that was unmistakably her raging dragon.

Blake amended her vow to murder Weiss. She'd kill Weiss – if there was anything left of her.


A/N:

*I just picked up a mistake rereading this a number of hours later so sorry to anybody that read this and was like 'how can Blake yank a shirt Yang isn't wearing' well she can when I add things in and don't notice my event sequences are wrong lol.*

Yeah, I dropped a reference to Yang's canon missing arm, because apparently the worst thing in my little world is bumbleby beeing interrupted and nothing bad happened to anybody ever (Pyrrha literally appeared in the story so yeah you probably guessed that). Also snuck in a jab at Sun's obvious crush on Blake because it's SO OBVIOUS doesn't mean I give a shit maybe if they hadn't focused more on him than Yang in v4- no, must tone down the salt; be strong for mother.

I'm pretty happy with this one. It went on for longer than I had anticipated and the end turned out better than I had initially planned - which I hope you liked. Blake's getting fed up, but, let's face it she shouldn't have answered that call from Weiss 'savage' Schnee.

It's not valentines day for me anymore, but somewhere it probably is, so this is from me to you. May whoever you're seeing or wish you were banging right now be less tortured than our favourite feline faunus.

There's more where this came from -unfortunately- so see you next time!