Kamelot's "My Therapy". Don't know if I already used it or not, a bit too tired and time short to really care. Sorry :/

Of all possible weathers on that precise day, it had to be raining. Ghosting the walls of the city's streets in a vain hope that it would protect her from the thundering storm of water descending from the sky, Blake was walking as fast as she could toward the little square in which she was supposed to meet Yang. She had given up on wearing her bow, preferring colds looks over a soggy tissue driping water in her sensible ears, but she was now truly regretting that she didn't own an umbrella. It could have spared her so much troubles, so much slight detours to pass by some covered walkways… Finally arriving near the fountain that was placed dead-center in the square, she found nothing to do but to stare at the meaningless circles of waves in the pond, shaking and waiting for her lover to come. They had planned a romantic walk through the city, but deep inside her heart, Blake hoped that they could and would bypass their planning to head to a more comfortable and drier place. A brutal roar of thunder ripped the sky and calm alike, and she instinctively closed her eyes to shiver a little more. If there was one thing she hated more than rain, it was thunderstorm.

As sudden as the thunder had rumbled, the rain stopped hitting on her skin and hair, the global temperature peaked up around her and a warm, loving arm came circling her shoulders, morphing her passably irritated and pessimistic mood in one of simple joy.

"Hey kitty cat…" Yang's voice murmured just behind her. "Afraid of the thunder?"

Finally opening her eyes, Blake turned to face her blonde of a girlfriend and hugged her without saying a word, her felines instinct currently boosted into complete control by the previous noise. Right now, the only thing she wanted was to hug that warmth emanating from Yang, and snuggle with them in a dry, quiet place where she wouldn't hear the wrath of the sky anymore.

"How about we head to my place?" Yang suggested, still muttering – and miraculously still audible under the raging sound of the rain hitting the ground.

Nodding slightly, Blake finally managed to let go of her, at least partially. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't resolve herself to completely let the blondie out of her grasp… As they made their way toward Yang's apartment, Blake realized in-between two panicked crisis that she would have to apologize for the numerous bruises she was most certainly causing Yang. Even if she knew she was probably hurting her, she couldn't prevent herself from squeezing her girlfriend's arm to death each time a lightning bolt decided to tear out the tormented horizon.

Hopefully, everything got better the moment they both entered the apartment, as Yang closed every curtain and shutter of the habitation, slowly but surely muffling out the sound of the weather. They then ended up just snuggling in front of a random action film that none of them was truly paying attention to, and something happened that Blake had never thought as being a possibility.

In the middle of a harsh thunderstorm, she started to purr slowly.

I'll see you tomorrow guys… cause now I'm half asleep, and even less conscious…