I'm back in this bitch, throwin' turnips and shit. . .don't get the reference? That's okay. I guess Duane and BrandO references are ones that only Death Jr (and some other assorted awesome people) might get. I felt I should clarify that this is an AU that stems from Forever Fall part 2. It will not include any of the stuff from Episode 15 and will have a completely different direction. Anyway, back to Blake's POV, enjoy!

"Ugh," Yang groaned. "Prepare for the worst."

"It might not be all that bad." Yang snorted derisively, and I continued. "I mean, it's Weiss, I'm not exactly expecting the Spanish Inquisition." Yang scoffed.

"Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition." I glanced askance at her, smiling slightly.

"Monty Python references, Yang?" She shrugged.

"I do occasionally do things other than make fan-cat-stic puns, and look cat-solutely sexy." I stopped tying my bow just to glare at her.

"Yang? The next time to you do that. . ." She smiled mock innocently.

"Whatever could you mean, Kitten?" I threw up my hands and sighed.

"Never mind." She winked at me.

"Cat's what I thought."

I stepped out of the bathroom first, expecting to see Weiss standing there in typical Weiss fashion: lecturing, foot tapping, scowling, the whole sha-bang.

But, to my surprise, she wasn't there. Not a Weiss in sight. Yang peeked over my shoulder.

"Hmm," She said, thoughtfully. "That's a bit disappointing." I raised my eyebrows at her and she shrugged. "What? It's fun to mess with Weiss, she takes it so seriously." I bit back a smile.

"While that may be true, amusing as explaining this would be, I'm going to make my escape before she comes back." For all her flippancy and bravado, Yang nodded quickly.

"Agreed." I slipped quietly into the room, grabbed my copy of Ninjas of Love, and strapped Gambol Shroud to my back because, hey, you never know.

As I made my way back to the door, I was stopped by movement under the sheets on Weiss's bed. I could hear panting, and. . .moaning? Holy shit, I thought, are Weiss and Ruby making out? At this point, I think might have burst out laughing, had Yang, in all of her glorious subtlety, not practically kicked the door in at that exact moment.

"Morning, ladies!" She sang, throwing open the curtain. Ruby was propelled backwards off of Weiss's bed, landing hard on her ass and groaning.

"Ow!" Yang laughed heartily.

"I bet your ass hurts worse than a gay guy's first." She said, in trademark Yang fashion. Loudly and rudely. I sighed.

"Yang, that was insensitive and uncalled for." She thought about it.

"I guess you're right." Ruby stood and made her way to the closet, but Weiss still hadn't pulled the covers from over her head. Yang was obviously about to call her out, so I grabbed her shoulders and steered her out the door.

"See you guys later!" I called over my shoulder.

"In bed!" Yang shouted, and cackled. I pushed her out into the hallway and frowned at her.

"Don't tease Weiss about this." She pouted cutely.

"What? Why?" I shook my head sternly.

"Where did she find us this morning?" Yang winced and rubbed her neck, making the connection.

"It is kind of hypocritical." The door to team JNPR's dorm creaked open and Jaune poked his head out, his blond hair disheveled and his blue eyes narrowed. Immediately, I could hear a sound like a mix between a buzz saw trying to cut through steel and an Ursa's roar. Ugh, I thought. They need to get Nora a muzzle. Or duct tape. Jaune looked like he was currently contemplating the same thing.

"Morning, Blake. Did we miss class again?" He asked, resignedly. I shook my head.

"Good morning. And no, it's Saturday." He stared at me for a while, uncomprehending, then he brightened.

"So. . .No school?" I nodded, trying not to laugh.

"Yes, Jaune, no school." He smiled sleepily.

"That's a relief." Then he retreated into the darkness of the dorm and closed the door.

"He looked like a zombie." Yang said, stifling a laugh. I smiled.

"I'm not surprised, they should have a warning on their door that says Unus accipit quod Nora circa reliqua Nora." All I got was a blank stare, so I translated. "The only one around Nora that gets rest is Nora."

"Ah." Was my only reply. A moment of awkward silence followed.

"Um, Blake?" I looked at Yang, who was tracing a pattern on the floor with the toe of her boot and looking uncharacteristically awkward.

"Hmm?" She took a deep breath.

"Um, I was wondering what. . .what we are?" I tilted my head slightly, wondering what she meant.

"What we. . .are?" She puffed out a frustrated breath.

"What am I to you?" I stared at her for what felt like a long time, unsure what to say. "Do I have to break out in song?" Yang joked weakly. "What's the matter, cat got your tongue?" I shook my head.

"I'm not. . .really. . .sure where we should go with this." She looked a bit crestfallen. "Just give me a day or two to think about it, okay?" I added quickly, hating the look on her face and just a bit mad at myself for putting it there.

She nodded, looking relieved. I smiled, and she smiled back.

And then Yang, infamous for her bluntness and lack of timing off the battlefield, chose that moment to ask:

"So. . .wanna have sex in the hallway?" I gave her a stare so withering, she actually backed up, raising her hands in surrender and chuckling nervously.

"Stay the hell out of my journal." I growled.

"H-hey, calm down, Kit-Kat. Just a suggestion." She paused. "Hold the phone, your journal? You have a journal for sexual fantasies?" Whoops. I shrugged.

"I like to be organized." Yang shifted her weight from foot to foot, measuring her words carefully.

"Can I re-"

"No." I interrupted her, stepping past her and heading for the Library. Yang, having worked out where I meant to go, called after me.

"Got one for the Library?" I refused to answer. Yang just laughed. "I thought so."

She ended up following me there anyway, probably because she didn't have anything else to do.

Yang persisted in trying to guess my fantasies as we walked through the aisles of the darkened Library. It's a good thing the librarians let me have a key, otherwise I'd have to wait for the weekend librarian to get here.

"Got any for animal cosplay?" I ignored her as best I could, hoping she would drop it. "Oooh! How strawberry syrup?!" I stopped and looked at her.

"What?" She grabbed my hand and stared at me mock seriously.

"Blake, I want to cover you in strawberry syrup, then lick your body clean." I blushed and snatched my hand back.

"Yang," I hissed. "Stop it. It's really hard to tell how many people are in the Library at any one time, we don't know who's here." She rolled her eyes and placed her hands on my hips, leaning in for a kiss.

"Aw, c'mon Blake, there can't be anyone here. You unlockedthe door, it's eight-ish in the morning, and it's a Saturday. There's no one here." I could see she had a point, but I still didn't want to take a chance. Unfortunately, logic eroded my resolve, and the prospect of kissing Yang in the dark, empty Library was thrilling.

"Well," I hesitated. "fine." Yang smiled.

"I knew you'd see things my way." We shared what was possibly the best kiss we'd had since Yang first kissed me. Yang licked my bottom lip slowly, begging for entrance, her hand trailing up and down my thigh. I opened my mouth eagerly and Yang's tongue dived in, writhing and wrestling with my own as she pressed me back against the bookshelf.

I felt my heart start to race at the similarity of this situation to the fantasy in my journal. But there was one thing out of place.

"Hello?" I pulled away from Yang and accidently knocked a few books down with my elbow.

"Fuck." I growled, picking them up and returning them to their rightful places, while Yang looked puzzled.

"I know that accent." I nodded.

"Over here." I called to her, letting her know where we were. She peeked around the corner, her chocolate brown bunny ears going first, and the rest of her head following, and then stepped fully into view. "Morning, Velvet." She smiled shyly.

"Good morning." She must have realized how close Yang and I were standing, because she blushed. "Am I interrupting?" I shook my head, though she'd hit the nail right on the fucking head.

Sometimes I swear there's some asshole out there, fucking stuff up every time Yang and I start to get romantic. If there is, I'm going to find them, and hack them to pieces.

Oooooh, scary. Maybe I should watch my back. . .or I could just kill her off. Ha! No. Then I'd really have to watch my back. And not because of sexy ninjas with gun-swords. . .I don't think. Well, I hope that if I had to die a violent, grisly death, I'd have had sex within the past 48 hours, and it was the aforementioned sexy ninjas. Ta-ta and all that jazz, I'll update again soon.