Chapter 2! I thought this was so cute, and I just had to write it for my fans! This one is based off the song Magic, by Coldplay. I love the song and it reminded me of Blake and Yang so I decided to write this! Anyways, without further ado…
Blake woke up to a certain warmth that was very familiar to her. Something that she had felt on all of those lonely nights. Her eyes fluttered open and she saw a mass of yellow hair covering her vision. She patted it down and saw Yang's face not even an inch from hers. The blonde's arms were wrapped around her in a warm embrace.
Blake looked around subtly, and saw that Ruby was rustling around in the closet. Ruby turned around quickly, and Blake shut her eyes, but still stayed alert. She heard Ruby do some more rummaging before opening her eyes and seeing her wake up Weiss, who seemed a bit disgruntled. Blake watched as Weiss pulled her clothes on reluctantly and grabbed Ruby's hand.
Blake closed her eyes again quickly, and slowed her breathing. She waited until she heard the door close, and opened her eyes to see lilac staring back at her. They pushed themselves into a sitting position, and Yang began twirling her fingers through Blake's tangled onyx tresses.
"Do you think they notice we were awake?" said Yang, still playing with Blake's hair. Blake smirked, and Yang grinned.
"Not a chance," Blake said, laying back down and pulling her girlfriend into the warm embrace they had before.
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Blake woke up for the second time, glanced at the clock, and pulled herself out of Yang's arms. Blake stretched her arms out and yawned. Yang rose just a few moments after her. Blake looked at Yang in her pajamas. She could remember the day they met like it was yesterday.
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Blake was focused so strongly on her book, that she didn't notice Yang and Ruby walk up. After a few moments of small talk she finally spoke.
"What's your name?" the blonde said enthusiastically.
"Blake," She said. She was surprised at their presence, since usually no one would've given her a second glance. All she wanted was to get back to her book, which she was enjoying very much until these people had decided to interrupt her.
"Well Blake, I'm Yang! Ruby's older sister." There was a long pause. "I like your bow!"
"Thanks…" Blake said, raising an eyebrow. She wondered what these people were trying to accomplish.
"They go great with your… pajamas!" Yang's optimism was almost sickening to Blake. She was so loud. She wanted them to leave.
"Right…" said Blake, trailing off and turning back to her book, hoping that they might finally go away. She was sure that they were leaving after Yang muttered to Ruby the she was a lost cause.
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Blake smirked at the thought. She would never had thought she would love the person that she just wanted to go away, but wouldn't leave her alone. She was lost in thought, but she was brought back to attention by the wonderful sensation of Yang's lips pressed against hers. Blake returned the kiss for a few seconds, before pulling back.
They both climbed out of Blake's bunk and started getting ready for the day. Blake pulled on her bow. And turned towards Yang, who had already slipped all of her clothes on and was working on her mane of yellow hair.
"Turn around," said Blake, making a motion with her hand. Yang sighed, knowing that this was a battle she could not win. Blake slipped out of her clothes and picked up her regular day clothes. Even though she had checked multiple times to see if Yang was looking at her, which she was not, she couldn't shake the feeling of eyes on her back.
After Blake and Yang had gotten ready for the day, they walked out of Beacon to the airship loading docks and boarded an airship to Vale.
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As soon as they got into Vale, Yang dragged Blake along to her favorite ice cream shop, where they bought two cones and walked back out into the hot air that had settled in the city.
"I love you, Yang," said Blake, sliding her hands into her girlfriend's.
"Blake, I don't want anybody else but you," said Yang, squeezing Blake's hand tightly.
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That night, Blake and Yang sat at a small wood table outside a café, watching the sunset, when Yang popped an unexpected question.
"Do you believe in magic?" Her voice was soft and which was odd since she was usually so loud. Blake pondered on the question thinking about how spending time with Yang felt magical, and every time they kissed it was like electricity.
In spite of that, there was only one answer: "Of course I do."