Lights Down Low – MAX
Heaven only knows where you've been. But I don't really need to know. I know where you're gonna go.
4 years, 6 months, and 8 days ago
A box labeled for 'Books' is hefted down on the floor of the living room, Yang smiles in relief before allowing her form to collapse on the couch while taking care to not hit any more of the precariously stacked boxes that they would have to sort through.
"I really wish my first day of work wasn't after this weekend, I could use a whole week off after this." Yang buries her face into the cushion of the couch, her muscles let out a collective sigh. The aches and pains from moving box after heavy box start to set in.
Gentle hands glide over her shoulders and then down her front before they find a resting spot on her stomach, whisps of midnight colored hair tickles Yang's nose, "That was the last one though, wasn't it?" Blake plants a kiss on Yang's forehead.
"Yeah, your books weren't all that fun to heave up here." Yang gave her girlfriend a cheeky smile; trying to carry a forty-pound box up to the fourth floor is something she never wants to do again.
Blake feigns an innocent look, "Little old me? What did I ever do to you?"
"As if you don't recall batting your pretty little eyes at me and begging me to go grab your box of books." Yang sits up and faces the Faunus, "Don't think your little tricks will work on me forever."
"Babe, it works like a charm every time." She gives the boxer a rather Cheshire-like grin.
"Oh really?" Yang challenges, "I won't fall for your tricks again." The blond defiantly crosses her arms.
The former gymnast cocks an eyebrow at Yang and proceeds to stand up from the couch and saunter her way to the kitchen where they had stashed a case of water bottles for move-in day. The sway of her hips catches the attention of a certain blond, but Yang forces her gaze to look elsewhere.
The sweet relief of having an ice-cold water bottle pressed to her cheek breaks Yang out of her staring contest with the wall.
"Thanks, babe." Yang uncrosses her arms to reach for the refreshing beverage.
This proves to be a rather fatal mistake.
It took one blink of an eye and Yang found herself gazing up at the ceiling, her arms pinned down the side of her by Blake's knees. The boxer can feel that soft Belladonna bottom sit back on her stomach and thereby trapping her in place. Lilac eyes look up into those predatorily gold ones.
Like a cat toying with a trapped mouse, Blake simply looks down at Yang while deliberately bringing the precious cold water to her lips.
Never had Yang felt such thirst.
"What happened to not falling for my tricks again?" Blake practically purrs at her.
Yang struggles to get her arms loose, but Blake only needs to apply more of her weight to prevent her from getting free, "Uh… that I'm never falling for it again."
"Right." Blake takes another sip of the water, "How's that working out?"
"It's uh…" Yang tries bucking her way out again, but Blake proves that her strength is nothing to scoff at, "It's a work in progress."
Blake swallows the cold drink, she smirks once she notices that she's got Yang's complete attention.
The blond has a weakness for women who can take charge, and Blake knew it very well.
"What should I bat my eyes for this time?" Blake ponders aloud with a rather salacious smile plastered on her lips.
Under heavy skies in the rain. You're dancing in your bare feet. Just like we're in a movie.
5 years, 10 months, 1 week, and 1 day ago
A giggle escapes into the air and it echoes off the walls of Beacon University Tower. Beacon's top boxer and gymnast now occupy the usually restricted area.
"Do you know how much trouble we'll get into if they catch us up here?" Blake tries her best to put on a reprimanding front, but fails miserably once Yang looks into her eyes – the Faunus' giggles reverberate off of the Tower walls.
"Maybe someone should stop laughing so loudly before campus security hears us." Yang shoots back; she half tackles the Faunus into her embrace.
Blake settles into it, "You were right though, you can see so much of Vale from here." Her gaze flits out to the individual lights that dot the city, "It just looks so much… closer than the view from the over look point."
Instead of having the whole city laid out before them from a mountainside, the towering buildings of Beacon University instead frame the landscape – it was as if these structures were built with the sole purpose of framing this view.
"The rumors go that they closed off the Tower to students because people would keep coming up here to drink and trash the place." Yang explained while her chin rested on Blake's shoulder. The Faunus sank deeper into the embrace while the pair looks out at the city lights.
Blake hums contently in the feeling of being embraced by the blond – that night they shared together 2 days ago still fresh on her mind and body.
Their first night together.
"I love looking out at the city at night." Yang's voice is above a whisper, "I actually don't take too many people with me when I go gazing at the city lights."
"Why not?" Blake found it surprising since this spot in the Tower is so secluded and oozes with romance, it's not hard to think that someone could be easily swooned by the atmosphere.
Blake could certainly feel it.
Yang shrugs, "I… It just never felt right." She looks out into the city, her eyes flitting from the different lights, "This is something… I guess personal is the way to put it – special. I like looking out at the city lights when I just got so much… stuff going on, you know?"
Blake shifts slightly to look at Yang a bit better, "I don't know what you mean." She wants so desperately to know what's going through her date's mind.
Yang half-smiles at her and then closes her eyes, the boxer's hands drawing absent minded patterns on the gymnast's waist, "Stuff like… whether I wanted to go to college, what I wanted to do with my life for a career, whenever I've got an important boxing match coming up… or stuff like when I'm trying to figure out what I want to do with you."
They both pause.
"What… did you think about when you thought about me while looking at the city lights?"
"What I… feel about you." Yang decides to be honest, "You… You're different."
"I bet that works every time."
"No – not like that." Yang tightens her hold on the Faunus, "You're not cheap like… some of the others – they don't hold a candle to you." She looks into Blake's eyes, "When I first met you, I just wanted to have fun with you – and I did, just not in the way I thought it would be fun."
"Like sex fun?" Blake raises a brow at Yang, the previous romantic atmosphere dampened.
"At first – but instead I got to have fun with you in a different way… a better way." Yang struggles to find the right words, "Blake, what I want to say is that… it's so different with you." She looks out at the city lights, "The past year of knowing you has been so… special to me, and it scared me at first."
"Why is it scary?"
"Because… because you're the only that makes sense to bring with me to go see the city lights together." Yang closes her eyes, struggling to find the words, "This. Going out to see this has always been special to me, I've only ever gone to watch the city lights with Ruby and we'll just sit out all night just watching and not saying much. It's… the rest of the world doesn't matter when I look out and see Vale's skyline, as if I can be alone for a while and just enjoy the moment in it's most purest form. Like stargazing, except… much more alive. Every single light down there is someone – a person that's living his or her life and making it through the day. And I can see each and every one of them from places like the Tower or over look point, and it's just so… humbling and I feel so… so small."
Blake's attention is completely on Yang, the boxer still sputtering through her thoughts, Blake smiles gently at the sight and her chest flutters from just listening to her.
"And it just always felt wrong to even consider bringing someone up here that wasn't… who isn't special." Yang turns red, the boxer unsure of what she had just said.
"I get it." Blake offers a reassuring smile, "I like you too, Yang."
Can I stop the flow of time? Can I swim in your divine?
3 years and 10 months ago
A heavy sigh reverberates through the hotel room that the young Agent is shacked up in until they crack the case she's on.
This particular case dealt with an international human trafficking ring, current investigation leads has brought Yang to Vacuo. A few case files are strewn out on the coffee table, a few empty energy drink cans scatter around the edges.
Lilac eyes catch the flashing icon on her Scroll, she missed Blake's call while she was in the shower. Yang smiles once she catches sight of the icon that indicated she had a voicemail waiting.
She loves it when Blake would leave her a voice mail, the writer would read poems that she had scribbled down, talk about her day briefly, reminisce on some of their favorite moments together, or talk about the things Yang does that still gives her butterflies to this day.
The Agent takes a seat on the couch, turns the volume up all the way on her Scroll and hits the play button.
"Hey babe, hope you're remembering to take breaks when you can – I know you'll get that break through and then you can come home."
Yang feels her lips twitch upwards into a smile, there was something about hearing Blake's voice that always lifted her spirit.
"I walked by a boxer and his trainer out in the park today, and of course I thought of you – I thought of the first time that I went to go watch you fight. I'm sure you remember that one just fine, you tried to wink at me mid-round and caught a left-cross with your jaw."
Light laughter fills the air, of course Yang remembers that match – she got an earful from her coach after that stunt.
And I will give you everything baby. But can you feel this energy? Take it. You can have the best of me baby.
4 years, 10 months, 1 week, and 1 day ago
"I love it." Yang holds up the matching necklaces.
Blake beams at her girlfriend, "Happy first anniversary." The Faunus leans over to plant a kiss on her temple, before she could pull away she feels that familiar embrace envelope her completely.
"I love you." Soft lips tickle the side of her neck and the warm breathe sends shivers down Blake's spine.
"And I, you."
Yang will never get enough of that.
"Well… I wasn't sure what to get you, because I wanted it to be special, some how." The boxer pulls away and reaches into the back pocket of her jeans, "I… I wrote you a letter." She holds out the envelope, "I thought that, since you're going to be a writer and all, it would be pretty meaningful…"
With two hands, Blake carefully picks up the letter, it's thick, and scrawled on the front side in Yang's nicest cursive is Blake's name.
"A letter?" Blake looks over the envelope, the weight felt like something otherworldly, as if someone had gone to the moon and gave her a piece of it.
"You… do you think it's cheap? I knew I should've gotten you earrings or a bracelet." Yang runs a nervous hand through her hair, "I… I'm sorry that – "
"Yang, I can't wait to read this." Blake cuts her off, a knowing grin on her lips, "I can't remember the last time I got a letter. And… it's definitely special, do you know why?"
"Because I wrote it?" The boxer throws out.
Blake lets out a light laugh, "Because since you wrote it, these words are going to stay with me for a very long time." She steps closer to her girlfriend, "Yang, I've always thought that your words are more precious than any jewel… and for you to write them down and give them to me – it's like you handed over a trove of treasure just for me."
"R-Really?" Yang lit up, "I'm so glad I did it then."
Blake looks down at the letter in hand, "It's pretty thick." The comment slipped out in a most pleased tone.
"I had a lot I wanted to tell you." Yang smiles sheepishly.
Oum, Blake could give the most loving of kisses that would always stay with Yang no matter what.
Oh, turn the lights turn the lights down low. Yeah, now I'm feeling you breathing slow.
Present Day
The song ends, but Yang doesn't make any moves to put on another one.
"Oum, why does the night sky always remind me of you?" Her voice slightly hoarse and her whole body felt absolutely exhausted, but these thoughts kept spinning through her head and wouldn't let her sleep through the rest of the flight.
Absentmindedly, the old boxer goes through the different applications on her Scroll, intent on finding something to help pass the time.
Her finger slipped slightly and missed the icon that opens up the other games on her Scroll, instead her phonebook opened up and the icon leading to her voice mailbox caught her eyes.
Yang never cleaned out her voice mailbox because she rarely missed calls that warranted a voice mail.
She counted to five, after that she was going to exit out of the phonebook and probably reopen that zombie helicopter game.
But she doesn't.
Her thumb glided over the screen and then hit the voicemail icon.
Her eyes scanned the dates and names of each of the associated voicemails – they're all by the same number and person.
The volume of her headphones are turned up a bit louder.
"Hey babe, hope you're remembering to take breaks when you can – I know you'll get that break through and then you can come home."
A/N
6 more chapters left on this story. I thought this little detour wasn't going to be too much, but I thought wrong on that haha. Definitely got pretty invested into this story and I hope you guys enjoy the conclusion of this story line.
Hope you enjoyed the read.
Cheers,
DevilRed