Just some peaceful piano music today…

It's amazing, how you can associate precise feelings to great memories… To Blake, there was several sensations she associated to some of her fondest souvenirs: the sound of waves crashing on a shore was her childhood, a cold and nipping breeze was her initiation at Beacon Academy… and the smell of citrus was her first kiss.

As she was peacefully walking in a garden, she couldn't help but smile when she passed near a lemon tree. The smell menacing to brutally take her back in those memories, she decided not to fight it, instead sitting against the trunk to breathe more of this lemon-scented air.

Her memories invaded her slowly, bit by bit and color by color. A blonde yellow first, then the vibrant green of the leaves, the ochre of a setting sun… then all of the less present colors, slowly roughing out the shape of a park that once stood in the city of Vale. An almost deserted park, as surprising as it could be in the overly crowed megalopolis, carefully enveloping its two unique occupants with an enchanting atmosphere.

Said occupants were sitting under a tree, Blake patiently waiting for Yang to start speaking. She had asked her to come here to talk, after all… But she had to admit that this nervous silence emanating from her partner was rapidly getting to her nerves, as her hyperactive mind started to imagine all kinds of scenarios. She did her best to remain calm and not expect too much, as she knew that her feelings were more than probably one-sided.

"Blake, I asked you to come her because… because I need to talk to you…" Yang finally said, still visibly searching the right words

"Yes, you told me that." Blake softly said, wanting to encourage her blonde of a friend

"I… I don't really know how to say that…" Yang breathed deeply before pursuing. "It might change everything between us, and change how you see me… And I just… I'm scared that I won't find the right words. You see, right now I'm rambling because it allows me to avoid the subject… Also, somehow it helps me keep calm, I don't know how… Maybe it's psychologic…"

"Calm down Yang" she said with a smile. "Whatever it is that you want to say, say it."

"You're right… Blake? I.." she stopped, biting her lower lip, and then muttering to herself. "Why is it so goddam hard to say?" Raising her eyes, to stare at Blake, she looked more vulnerable than ever. "Blake, I… I fell in love with you."

Suddenly, in Blake's mind, everything stopped working. Even the time seemed to stop, as she struggled to assess the information. She was pretty sure that if she was sitting in front of a mirror, she would have seen a blue screen deep in her eyes. With that random and somehow logical thought, her brain slowly started functioning normally again, and she was finally able to process what had just happened, and how she would react.

She started by putting aside the shocking revelation that Yang had just made, to focus on her own feelings for the blondie. The one thing she knew was that she didn't want to hurt her, and that excluded the possibility of lying. She knew she had a slight crush on the boisterous blonde, but was it enough? During a few torturing seconds, she asked herself if she could love Yang with the same force and sincerity that she had seen in her eyes… and at first, she was met with just a hesitation… And suddenly, that hesitation was completely thrown off, by another feeling: confidence, and trust.

Coming back to reality, she realized that all of her reflection had taken less time than she had thought it would, and that Yang was still biting her lower lip and waiting in an obvious display of nervousness. She felt a slight smile brighten her otherwise blank expression, and as in a dream, she heard her own voice speaking.

"You know… I think I did too."

Was it even possible to shift mood that fast? Yang, after the second of realization it took anyone to assess such important information, went from nervous to relieved for less than a second, before a firework of pure joy exploded in her eyes.

"I… you…" Was all that the blondie could muster in between all those emotions

Then, before Blake could realize anything, Yang's lips gently meet hers, surprisingly delicate, happy but not eager. Once the surprise had passed, she returned the kiss, closing her eyes and slowly immersing herself in the scent of citrus, and gunpowder.

Finding the memory a little too vivid, Blake came back to present times with her eyes still closed, but the scent of gunpowder and the silk of her love's lips stayed. She opened, her eyes, only to find that the present Yang was also there, gently tugging a strand of Blake's hair behind her ears while they were still mere inches apart.

"So it's true that a kiss can wake up a sleeping beauty," Yang said softly, her breath grazing Blake's cheek

Smiling, Blake closed the gap between them, and they kissed once again under the lemon tree.

Soo... what did you think of this one ? I thought I'd have trouble writing on 'lemon tree' but I think i got out pretty well.