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Chapter 16
Blake wasted no time in leading Yang well away from prying eyes of the festival. They both hurried back to the privacy of their own home. Some of the others in the household were also enjoying themselves. The lewdness of the racket and the heady scents only sending a spike of arousal through the Faunus. Blake purred as her grip on Yang's hand tightened, as she all but dragged the snickering blonde through the house, Yang's own humor spilling over into Blake.
The two of them snickering as they bypassed a lurid kiss being shared between Sun and Ruby, the shorter woman whispering sweet nothings to the monkey Faunus much louder than she realized.
The all too sweet scene only made Blake want to prove her own desires to Yang even more. They continued beyond the many sleeping areas and then Blake promptly locked the door to her bedroom to keep anyone else from entering. Her feral gaze turning to the blonde in front of her. "Yang…" Blake purred, the rest of what she wanted to say muddled and impossible to articulate.
The still smirking blonde just shook her head. "I know." Yang said easily enough.
Truth be told, she did. Blake had said her feelings hundreds of times over the years they'd known each other. The Faunus made no mistake about the fact that although the blonde annoyed the hell out of her, she couldn't imagine a day without Yang around. Whenever Yang took missions away from home, the others would report Blake to be volatile, aggressive, and restless. The Faunus herself would become unspeakably territorial the moment Yang returned.
Their relationship wasn't like the others.
It was something else, something that always toed a line in the sand. The two of them, edging on the brink of things that in the end there were no real words for. No actual turns of phrase that encompassed it all. Love was too simple a term, and addiction itself was too derogatory. Yet, the two of them danced betwixt those too all important lines, a couple significantly different than any of the other bedfellows either of them entertained on any given night.
Yang was Blake's first, in almost all things. Now, she would be the first mate that Blake would ever take. It was impossible for the Faunus to really convey everything she wanted to. It seemed as though Yang felt the same, and for the first time in years, Blake almost felt like a blushing virgin all over again.
As if to testify that very sentiment, Yang leaned in ever so slightly. Blake did the same. Their lips met cautiously, but comfortably at first. A slow meeting of mind and body that wasn't entirely comforting to the excitement that bubbled beneath it all. Then, Yang felt Blake try to deepen the kiss, those sharp and pointy eye-teeth of hers playing gently at the joining of their lips. The tiny nip, careful as ever, followed by a soft purr.
Yang groaned at this, an invitation for more. One she demanded, as her hands came up to rest on Blake's hips. Her lips pressing against the Faunus with urgency. Their kiss turning fierce in that single heartbeat. She wanted to feel more of those sharp teeth, knowing their danger, loving every moment of it. Blake's purr deepened, a near growl for merely a moment as she her own hands lifted, sliding gently into blonde locks.
The hands on Blake's hips shifting down to her ass, grabbing the Faunus and hoisting her up, causing both to break away from the kiss. Yang obviously didn't want to wait, her narrow-minded focus slipping by the seconds. With what little of her restraint remained, she forced herself to walk forward, her momentum carrying them both to the bed. They crashed onto it like a wave, the soft bedding cradling the both of them as Blake growled again.
"Yang..." Blake breathed, the demand was clear.
Yang obligated as Blake kissed her aggressively, the Faunus raking her fingers down Yang's shoulders with a renewed vigor at the meeting of both teeth and tongue. Yang toyed with those all too sharp teeth again, Blake allowing it only to appease the blonde's playful nature, soft nips daring to draw blood, but never doing so. Blake groaned at the way Yang's thigh slid upward, pinning her more fully to the bed, giving the blonde more leverage than the Faunus thought she ought to have.
A complaint shattered like broken glass as tactful fingers found one of Blake's Faunus ears, tweaking it in just the right way to make the Faunus sag under the touch. It was then Yang pulled away, breaking their kiss with a grin.
"Jackass…" Blake breathed. "You know what that does to me."
Yang wasn't in the least bit sorry for her actions, only continuing to smile down and Blake, knowing the Faunus earnestly wanted to turn the tides. Even so, Yang had always been more experienced in the ways of the heart, and most certainly in the ways of the body. "Yeah, I do." Yang agreed, her voice soft but ever so playful. "And you love it."
"Yang, please, this is important." Blake said with a roll of her eyes, leaning up to kiss Yang. This time, it was slow, meaningful, and the blonde sighed into it as her eyes drifted closed. Of course this was important to Blake. It was for Yang too. Then again, almost everything they did together held some sort of meaning for the blonde. It was only when they pulled away again, when Yang's eyes opened, that she saw the earnest expression of her lover.
Blake, especially while in the middle of heat, had never been the best with romantic words. Yet, here she was, trying to find some. It drove her crazy that Yang was always so beautiful, and so always sure of herself. Even with Yang's doubts, of which the blonde had a great many, she was always so damn sure of what she was doing. What she wanted, and who she wanted those things to be with.
Blake had always struggled under that sort of pressure, because as self-sure as she forced herself to be, there were times she felt inferior to this human.
Inferior to Yang…
The first time they'd ever been together behind closed doors, Yang had taken the lead. Guiding Blake through the social awkwardness of sex without even batting an eye. The Faunus had never recovered from that, her confidence completely stunted when Yang looked at her with all of the love and compassion in the world…especially when Blake knew that world that had only shown Yang cruelty in return.
Try as though the Faunus might, none of her promises to Yang had ever seen fruition, and Blake feared, those promises never would. "I love you..." It seemed not enough.
"I love you too, Blake, and I want to be your mate." Yang said gently, the playfulness fading into sincerity. "I've wanted it for a while now, because I know what that word means to you."
"I just don't want you to regret this." The Faunus replied then.
"Regret what, having a place to belong?" Yang asked then. "You gave me that...this...I'll always be thankful."
"Everything else." Blake say cryptically, knowing the blond would understand.
"Aw, Blakey, come on…" Yang said as she leaned down, pulling Blake's long black tresses aside so that she could murmur unto the girl's human ear. "Wanna know something? I'm nervous too."
That admission derailed Blake's sensibilities. "Why?" The Faunus whispered.
"Cause tomorrow morning, that matchmaker is going to come in here knowing what we did last night, and she's going to put a big tattoo on by body…and let's be honest, some part of me is going to love that…"
Blake nodded thoughtfully. "I'm sensing a 'but' someplace in there…" She said, her voice quiet but gentle.
"I know I'm not always great with responsibilities, and I know what this is going to look like…me being a human and all." Yang said, with all of the tenderness that she could muster. "I just want to make you happy, Blake. I might not care about what most people think of me, but I'm always going to care what you think…and I just…I wanna be up to that standard, you know?" And, though the admission lacked grace, it was completely honest. Entirely something Yang would worry about, simply because that was how earnest the blond was. "So, let me take care of you, Blake. Cause you're right, this matters...it always has, it always will."
The Faunus, nodded wordlessly, earning a warm and sunny smile from the blonde. This next kiss was slow and sensual, conveying all of the things Yang would never adequately be able to put into words. Like a shockwave, the feeling skittered across her body, a shiver come to life. Blake sunk into that feeling, and Yang followed her. Not breaking the kiss, Yang expertly let her hands trail along Blake's arms upward until searching fingertips ghosted along her neck.
The small sound the Faunus gifted those actions alone caused Yang to repeat them.
Yang had a gift for her rough and tumble ways. It wasn't even a question those ways extended into bedroom frolics, but on this night, Yang was maddeningly gently. Her motions careful, as though Blake were made of glass as they took turns undressing each other. The Faunus, moved by these gestures, responded in kind. The shedding of clothes a gradual process, the mingling of scent a tender one.
Blake could feel her own docility, rare as it was to come by. There was no instinct to use her teeth, no urge to claw. The usual desires to mark up the blonde made weak by something Blake herself had no way to express.
She loved Yang, though. Knew the blonde loved her in return. Yang's subdued actions were a human reflection of that. What humans called, making love, if her research on the subject meant anything at all. Blake considered, hazily, it was perhaps that emotion, something that both humans and Faunus shared, that quelled her more animalistic desires. To match Yang in her affection, as Yang often matched Blake's aggressive passion.
These actions were not the caustic rutting that they were used to as a couple. It wasn't even the oversexualized desire one might find in the books of Blake's more lurid collections. Instead it was wordless admission with every soft hitch of a breath. A straying touch, little more than a playful ticklishness bound by trust. Desire, a heady scent and thick in the air, same as the moisture between their legs.
Orgasms were a seemingly secondary goal as the night drew on, longer, as though taunting the Faunus. That too was a maddening thought, as Yang touched her in ways that Blake never allowed anyone else. Her smug little smile, cocky in the way it displayed itself, as if Yang knew the luxuries she was taking without even the slightest hesitation.
The moment she leaned up, nipping on Blake's Faunus ear, three figures buried deep into Blake's womanhood, was the moment Blake came undone at the mercy of this human. A climax so powerful, she could do no more than submit to it, and that too was unsettling, because no one was allowed to nip at her ears. No one was allowed claim dominance over her in such a way.
No one, but Yang...