Your Shirt – Chelsea Cutler

Present Day

The Faunus huffed in irritation; she would have to do laundry soon. In the background she had her scroll hooked up to the wireless speakers, it played an online music station that gave a chill vibe that fit the mood for bed time. She pushed deeper into her walk-in closet, digging to the back of a drawer for those shirts that she didn't usually wear in her day-to-day life but kept around just in case for situations like these.

Blake frowned once she noticed that she had exhausted those shirts too.

With yet another sigh, Blake tried another drawer in hopes of getting a decent shirt to sleep in. She was particular with her night wear, she enjoyed going to sleep in a large t-shirt and her underwear, the best thing to wear to get a good nights rest.

It's also worth mentioning that she just stood in the closet in just her underwear, she had finished her evening shower just minutes prior.

She smiled in triumph once she caught sight of neatly folded shirt, it was in her favorite color – black – so this was definitely her lucky day, or rather night considering the time.

Carefully, she unfolded the shirt and grabbed at the hem of it to slip over her head. She smiled once she saw how the edge of the shirt came right below her round bottom – this shirt was perfect! How come she hadn't been sleeping in it before tonight? It was a mystery to Blake.

But the mystery was solved before Sherlock Holmes could even begin to ponder the case.

The answer was staring at her in the form of a cutely drawn bee with the written phrase "C'est la bee" scrawled in neat cursive.

This was Yang's old shirt.

This time it don't feel like you want it all. Did I do something wrong to make you go?

3 years and 1 month ago

She feels something soft and melancholic press against her forehead.

Golden eyes blink open to look up at her lover – or rather, her now ex-lover.

"Morning." Yang smiles sadly, she had already taken the time to dress herself despite the fact that the sun was still peaking over the horizon. Usually, the blond likes to cuddle until mid-day after any and all nightly activities.

"Morning." Blake returns the smile; tentatively, she leans over with the intent to press her lips against Yang's cheek.

The former college boxer exhales softly, "This is it, I got what ever was left packed up in the back of my car."

"…I could have helped." Blake's voice comes out low and raspy, which happens to be one of Yang's favorite sounds.

Or was her favorite sound…

Yang shakes her head, "I couldn't bring myself to wake you up, you did exert yourself quite a bit." She jokes lightly, which causes Blake to roll her eyes skyward.

They have already been through all the arguing and ultimatums – eventually, the two grew tired of the fighting and came to a mutual conclusion.

That perhaps the two were growing apart with their lives and career.

That maybe they should try to go back to being friends.

Yang made the decision to move out before the matter could be discussed, she even wrote a check out to Blake to cover half of the rent for what ever is left on the lease.

"Are you going to be fine?" Blake asks, she reaches out to cup Yang's cheek.

Yang leans into the gesture, she breams brightly in a way that only she can, this causes a smile to form on Blake's lips, "I always figure it out and find my way – no matter what happens, you already know that." She takes in a deep breathe, "Are you going to be okay?"

Blake nods, she watches Yang move a hand to her Faunus ears, she holds back a content sigh as she feels those finger tips play with the tips of her velvet ears, "I'm pretty strong, I think I'll be okay."

"The strongest." Yang's hand begins to trail down those silky midnight locks, the feathery touch leaving a burning trail behind that Blake found pleasant, "Especially after dealing with me."

It's silent.

"Are we going to be fine?" Blake breaks it.

"As long as you want us to be, I'll always be here as long as you will let me." Yang answers reassuringly and without any hesitation.

Blake looks down and smiles at the response, she notices the shirt she's wearing.

Yang chuckles, her fingers trace the outline of the cursive words on the shirt, "You can keep it, I don't mind."

"I don't mind, either." Blake looks up into those amethyst eyes, "It's a pretty punny shirt."

Yang's laughter began to fill the room, causing Blake to join her friend in reeling at the Faunus' attempt to emulate the blonde.

Tangled up, now it's noon. In your shirt that you gave me.

5 years, 10 months, 1 week, and 3 days ago

The scent of cinnamon fills her senses and there's a delicious soreness that the Faunus feels from head to toe.

Languidly, Blake stretches her back out, but suddenly she observes the foreign fabric that clings to her body.

And she also notices the lack of underwear.

As well as the very warm bedmate.

A well-toned arm wraps around Blake's torso, she feels herself being pulled closer to the human furnace, but she doesn't mind the warmth at all. In fact, she makes it a point to cuddle closer to Yang. She rolls over enough to face the blonde whose eyes remain shut to the morning light that was pouring into the dorm room.

"When did I put this on?" Blake's memory proved a bit hazy, alcohol will do that to you. She runs her hands across Yang's powerful back, reveling in the feel of the sun-kissed skin beneath her fingertips.

Yang plants a sleepy kiss on the Faunus' temple, "You wanted to sleep in a shirt because you said you get cold easy, I tried to tell you that you wouldn't need it."

"Is it too late to take it back then?" Blake smiles coyly.

Yang peeks open an eye at her bedmate, "Well, it already happened, no take-backsies." Her voice comes out raspy, "Unless, you want to."

Blake immediately picks up the hidden meaning to the words, "No, I don't want to take anything back."

It finally happened.

"Nothing, at all?"

"Nothing, at all, from last night." She presses her fingertips lightly into Yang's naked back, the blond groans contently at the feeling. Blake feels the rippling of the boxer's muscles while Yang wraps both of her arms around her.

It feels extremely warm.

It smells even more like cinnamon.

And it just became her new safe haven.

Blake drops her voice to a whisper, her lips an inch from Yang's ear, "I like it when you hug me like this." Her hands play with the blond mane that's spread out against the pillow.

Soft lips crashes against her own.

"I'm glad."

Half asleep, wishing I still had you

2 years and 5 months ago

She doesn't want to be here.

She just wants to sleep, but he has other ideas after coming home – drunk.

Blake's ears fold themselves against her head, the furious pounding at her locked bedroom door echoes across the entire room.

"You will open this fucking door right now, Blake!" Adam Taurus yells out to her.

"Fuck you!" Blake screams back at the man, her scroll already in hand and her fingers were moving across the screen for the familiar number.

Two rings and the number picks up.

"Iliya… he's doing it again." Blake struggles to keep her tone even and quiet, she doesn't want Adam to know that she's calling for her to come get her... again.

"I'll be there in 10 minutes." Iliya responds quickly. This wasn't the first time.

Blake hopes it will be the last.

The tears streaming down her face begin to drip on to the screen of scroll.

Where did this all go so horribly wrong?

Why had she not noticed this before?

How come she let this go on for as long as she has?

"I'm such an idiot." Blake closes her eyes, she tries to block out the terrible noises from the other side of the door. She's thankful that Adam had given up on trying to knock the door down and instead shouts out some incoherent words that are slurring out of his mouth.

She uses the collar of her shirt to wipe the tears staining her cheeks.

She takes note of the scent.

Cinnamon.

For just this moment, Blake feels safe.

It's fine, I said, if you're the one in my head. Cause I just don't know how to put you out.

7 years ago

Blake bends over and grabs the towel she left laying on her gym bag. She buries her face into the fabric to wipe off the sweat pouring down her face. Her coach made her go through a grueling routine on the uneven bars for her training that day.

She looks around the gymnasium and sees the other gymnasts still hard at work trying to get better in time for a statewide competition. In the stands, she takes note of the crowd that was gathering in order to watch everyone practice.

Blake catches sight of one person in particular – a blonde that was not even bothering to hide her blatant ogling at the other gymnasts.

"Xiao Long!" The main doors swing open to a disgruntled looking coach, his raging eyes scanning the bleachers for whoever this Xiao Long is.

Blake giggles once she realizes that the blonde is in fact the Xiao Long that the new coach is looking for.

"You need to stop fucking around like this, you have a bout in two weeks!" His words echoing off of the gymnasium caused all others to pause from their training.

The boxer looks around nervously for an exit.

"Don't even try it, Yang!" The coach yells out.

"C'mon coach! You already had me go at it soooo early this morning." She drawls out in exasperation, "I just want to relax this afternoon, classes were such a drag today."

"You can relax and drool over other students after your match, we need you in top shape." The boxing coach stands over Yang, arms crossed and blocking her view.

"I'm in the best shape of my life!" To make a point, Yang flexes her arms and the rather impressive muscles were practically bursting out of the shirt.

Blake gets a good look at the shirt; she lets out a rather loud giggle for how clever that 'C'est la bee' tagline is.

Yang shoots a look down to the giggling gymnast, "Hey there, Kitten." She gives her a charming smile.

The Faunus refuses to let on that she thought anything of the blonde.

"Hey," Blake raises an eyebrow, "Looks like you're in the doghouse right now." She looks at the angry coach, he rolls his eyes at the brash stunt the boxer was in the middle of pulling. He opts to start dragging Yang down the bleachers and towards the door.

"What's your name?" Yang calls out while her coach is all but shoving her through the doors.

The gymnast shakes her head and ignores the question; she instead decides to continue on with the next part of her training regiment.

I don't wanna miss somebody who's not missing me.

Present Day

Blake grabbed her scroll and paused the music for the night, it was time to get some shuteye. She felt her scroll vibrate and she looked down at the new text from her boss at the publishing company – he approved her request to take tomorrow off.

The Faunus smiled to herself and then settled into the king sized bed.

"That's a cute shirt." Her bedmate climbed in next to her, "I really like that pun."

Blake chuckled, "It's from my college days, I forgot I had it." It was true, she did forget about it – the shirt, that is.

Iliya Amitola leaned over and planted a kiss on Blake's lips, "Sweet dreams, babe."

Blake nodded and made herself comfortable under the sheets, "Good night." She returned the kiss.

A/N

What started out as a piece of scratch paper to write some thoughts down has evolved into this - the unintentional creation of this angsty Bumblebee story. For those wondering - I'm still working on Gladiator, just decided to post this side project of mine to help out with some writer's block.

Our Playlist is an experiment because I've always wanted to try my hand at writing a non-linear plot. And I also want to try writing a short story. Short in comparison to Gladiator - the intended chapter count is going to be around 12 or 13 chapters.

Well, please let me know what you guys think.

Hope you enjoyed the read.

Cheers,

DevilRed