Blake had pushed them through the day effortlessly, obliterating Grimm and getting them to the next town in what she deemed to be record time. She was incredibly thankful that unlike the prior evening, the soulless beasts weren't an endless swarm. Oh, not because she doubted her own abilities to fend them off, no, what she doubted was Yang's ability to stay still and let her do most of the fighting. Had there been more Grimm, who knows what kind of reckless behavior on her partner's part Blake would have had to deal with.
She also had to admit that focusing on anything proved to be a formidable challenge; her thoughts kept sliding back to what had happened that morning. She still couldn't believe it. The feeling of Yang's hands lingered on her chest, on her hips, even deep within her, and she'd feel her core flare up again. All the while, she'd then realize she had struck down another Grimm. She was on auto-pilot and though she knew how dangerous it could be to be so distracted… she just couldn't help losing track of their surroundings.
If she didn't keep herself in check, she would be overrun again and again with the memory of Yang's weight and warmth over her, or the scent of her skin, of her hair as Blake had pressed her face to her neck.
It was months ago that, as she'd realized the frequency with which her partner would draw her eye, she'd forbidden herself to let her mind wander. Of course she'd too often catch herself doing it anyways, but… she still tried her best not to let herself delve too much down that route. Letting herself fantasize of her partner this way would only be hurting herself needlessly, she kept reminding herself. After all, the chances the other woman would ever reciprocate interest were absurdly low. And she couldn't complicate things. She refused to be responsible for this kind of mess, she could not afford to risk the integrity of her precious team over one-sided… what? One-sided what? Curiosity? Lust? Blake didn't want to think about it.
Of course, Yang unknowingly had made exercising restraint impossibly challenging; the blonde bombshell knew how to dress her body to flatter her curves and she had a downright distressing way of finding herself in Blake's personal space. Not to mention the constant flirting! That woman flirted like second nature, leaving a trail of broken hearts everywhere she went, Blake knew it. It was exactly because she knew this that Blake never thought, not even for a second, that her partner's honeyed words to her held any authenticity, much less intent!
And yet... with the recent developments, she was forced to rethink their interactions. Something she kept reminding herself was not the time for; she has to focus. Bottom line, preoccupied as she was, the lack of Grimm had been a blessing.
Though they hadn't exchanged many words during the day, Blake couldn't say she was too concerned. It was obvious they both needed some time to process what happened. And while Yang had initiated, it looked to Blake like her partner was quite at a loss and, although not cold towards her, certainly withdrawn. It was strange being accompanied by such a tame Yang. Ignoring the fact that the green light on Blake's wrist meant the brawler couldn't throw herself into combat, Yang still had abstained from her dreadful puns and senseless flirting which left them with unusually long silences. But once again… since it didn't appear to Blake like the air was strained per se or that Yang was ill at ease beyond her confusion, she let it go.
In all this, what she disliked was that those silences left too much space for herself to reflect on the hurricane of emotions now subjugating her. It had been easier not to dwell on what her partner made her feel when she'd been absolutely certain it was hopeless. But now… the sensation of Yang's body pressed to hers and way she had moaned her name were haunting her. The latent desires she'd managed to brush off more often than not were now more alive than ever. Not to mention… the feelings she had done her absolute best to smother, convincing herself they were stupid and futile, were emerging in full-force to assault her mind.
Mission-wise, everything ran so smoothly it was almost a joke; they had made it to the rendezvous point shortly before sunset, yet they still had about twenty hours left before they would be picked up. Needless to say, as the evening had already darkened the town, they had found themselves in another inn.
The room had two beds this time.
It had been Yang who had checked them in, and as they made themselves comfortable, Blake couldn't help but wonder if the blonde would have rather shared a bed again. If maybe she'd asked for two beds because she simply hadn't had the nerve to presume Blake would want to again.
The faunus somehow willed her mind to silence. She refused to drive herself mad overthinking this and she refuse to imagine an opportunity for more at every turn. If she let herself go down that road, she would lose it before the end of the night. Yet, still... as Yang excused herself to shower first Blake had the fleeting thought of joining her. She pictured the hot water running off her partner's stunning figure, her soaked mane of golden locks sticking to her skin. A shiver coursed through her; of course Blake couldn't find it in herself to dare. After all, she still had no idea what had possessed Yang to do what she did, or if maybe she was over it now that she'd satisfied some curiosity… or worse, if she regretted their actions.
She didn't seem to have enough time to mull over all this before it was her own turn to shower. The thoughts she entertained now began to be tainted with dread. What if Yang hadn't enjoyed herself much? What if it had indeed been nothing but curiosity and Blake had been so caught up with her own desires she had only imagined seeing the same yearning in the amethyst eyes? What if Yang in fact regretted what they'd done? What if, in retrospect, she thought it was weird? What if she was ashamed? What if from then on, she started to pretend nothing ever happened? What if talking about it became taboo, a secret to never broach? Blake felt she'd slowly die if it were the case.
When the dark haired faunus got out of the shower, she found her partner methodically cleaning the parts of her weapon which she had completely taken apart. Yang looked fully immersed in what she was doing so, without a word, Blake settled on her own bed with her scroll, leaving the blonde to her meticulous task. Before departing from Beacon, she had downloaded to her device a novel she'd wanted to read for a while; if anything could distract her from her concerns, it would be a good story.
She found she had lost track of time when she was eventually interrupted by her friend's very familiar voice. "Do you want to read a bit more, or is it okay if I close the lights?"
Blake glanced up to see Ember Celica put back together into polished, small, yellow-golden cuffs on Yang's bedside table. "We can go to bed," she quietly answered, powering off her scroll.
Flicking the switch, Yang bathed the room in darkness and tip-toed back to her bed. They said their goodnights, and Blake found herself staring emptily into the darkness.
She had dreaded the moment when they would have time to settle down and talk about what happened. Blake had been torn over whether or not she should face and explore those surfacing feelings, the ones she had known were growing within her and had deliberately ignored. She knew if she opened the dam, what would flood her would be unstoppable; there would be no going back. And she so, so, didn't want to feel this way about Yang. It would be too complicated. It would be risking the integrity of the team. It would be risking her relationship with the person she had come to rely on the most… the person who had come to mean the most to her. Blake wondered if Yang thought of any of that when she chose to do what she did this morning.
No matter how she dreaded talking about it, now that they had gone to bed while not having sorted anything out, with the air still unclear and with the impression things would stay nebulous indefinitely, Blake felt like a complete fool for dreading the talk instead of dreading the prospect of the silence. Leaving everything hanging felt a thousand times worse than having to face the music and she was stuck with a positively unhealthy amount of questions to which she didn't know whether or not she'd ever get answers to. Fretting over how her partner felt, over what she thought, was sending Blake in a downward spiral. Again she wondered if Yang was ashamed of their actions, or worse, if she may come to develop some revulsion towards her. If Blake had stopped her then, would things be better now? Would a rejection this morning have been better in the long run? Not that she possibly could've rejected her, though… Blake had fantasized about something like that for months.
All of it was threatening to suffocate her. Blake feared she might not be able to find any sleep at all. Tossing and turning surely didn't help. She glanced at the clock; an hour already since they went to bed, yet she was still wide awake. Her eyes travelled to the other bed. Being a faunus meant darkness didn't impede her vision and, through the obscurity, she could easily make out how Yang laid very still, staring up at the ceiling.
Blake sighed softly. "You're still awake too."
"Yeah."
Her heart seemed to jump in her chest and Blake decided that, before she lost her nerve, they had to settle this. "…Are you also thinking about what happened this morning?"
There was a long pause before Yang answered again. "….Yeah."
Blake wasn't sure if Yang's lack of volunteering her thoughts was a confirmation she was uncomfortable with what they had done. The blonde had been markedly different today; she usually wasn't one to swallow down whatever was on her mind and, though the faunus hadn't read her more quiet demeanor as something negative then, she was now tremendously scared. Blake turned on her back, holding her breath. "…So how do you feel?"
Yang let out a dry, unamused short laugh. "You're asking me how I feel?" She mused. Then her voice was softer, a touch apprehensive but so gentle. "…I'm the one who pulled a stunt on you," she breathed, regret apparent in her tone. "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have."
Her fists clenched onto her bedcovers left her fingers feeling cold, and Blake wondered how breathing had become so difficult. "Don't be sorry," she answered, surprised with how smooth she managed to keep her voice. "…What are you sorry for?"
There was slight hesitation, and it was another moment before Yang spoke again. "…Forcing this on you," she carefully said. "I should've… asked. I just… I thought… I mean—at that time, it looked to me that you liked… o-or wanted…" She trailed off. Blake didn't dare glance her way, but she could hear her restlessness and agitation from the bedcovers being rearranged, maybe tossed off. "…I mean, I wish you would have stopped me if you were uncomfortable, and I wish you hadn't just gone along with-" She stopped herself again. "Sorry. Sorry. I don't mean that. I'm not blaming you. I should never have done what I did, not without asking and—and… and I should have been able to read you better, and… not…" There was another silence. "I really thought you were enjoying it, a-and I…" Yang yet again couldn't finish her sentence, now sounding quite strained. "I really shouldn't have done what I did to start with. I don't know where it came from or why I went ahead with it. I crossed the line. I'm sorry."
For a second, Blake was confused with what her partner was saying. Had she somehow been led to think that Blake wasn't okay with what had gone down? That she'd forced herself to endure what Yang had wanted? That she would rather it not happened?
Trying to take a step back and evaluate things from Yang's point of view instantly cleared up how the blonde might have ended up convincing herself of this. Throughout the day, Yang had likely been tormented with trying to sort out her own behavior, maybe questioning her identity too, all while also worrying about Blake. And Blake… having decided to take a step back and give her some space, might in fact have ended up coming off as quite cold to the blonde. Which only had made Yang worry more and made her more reticent to approach Blake.
Both of them had been so concerned about how the other felt, they had caused each other to worry. She thanked the heavens she broached the subject before things got out of hand and created a rift between them. The faunus wanted to kick herself. "You mean to tell me… all day, you've been distant because you've were concerned about my feelings towards what we did?"
"Shouldn't I be?" Yang shot back. "I mean, you're not usually the most talkative person, but damn, I don't think you said more than a dozen words the whole day." She then sighed lightly and hearing her shuffling around drew the faunus's gaze to her.
Yang sat up in her bed, looking her way, but it was unclear if through the darkness she could make out her features. On her part, Blake could very well see the confusion and unease on her partner's.
"Listen Blake… if you're not okay with what happened, I need to know. If you regret, if you feel uncomfortable in any way, I have to know," she pleaded, before exhaling a shaky breath. "…I know what I did was…unexpected. And unacceptable. I just…" Yang took a long moment in an apparent attempt to reorder the speech she probably had mulled over all day. "I didn't know. I really didn't know I was— I… I'm…" She trailed off, and even through the darkness, Blake could see her blush. Yang sighed again. "I never knew that I… th-that I had it in me to… want another woman that way," she guiltily admitted. "I swear I never realized I—that I… … e-especially towards you…." She paused again, and the way she stared through the darkness gave Blake the impression she could indeed see her. The blonde's eyes were on her features and she looked both apprehensive and discomfited. "I know it's stupid, and I should have known because I'm… I'm always all over you. I should've known what it was. But I swear I didn't," she explained with difficulty. "I'm sorry you had to be subjected to my own self-discovery, I didn't mean to impose anything on you... I feel disgusted that I did." With this, she seemed to find a little resolve. "I swear I won't do anything inappropriate again. I'll sort myself out. We can sort it out," Yang implored with all her heart. "I'm so, so sorry," she quietly added.
What ludicrous situational irony, Blake thought. Her partner was agonizing with guilt over desires she was discovering... without knowing that Blake herself had harboured similar feelings for longer that she might believe. The faunus exhaled again, this time a little nervous. It felt as if whatever she would say now would completely redefine their relationship. It may in truth have been selfish to take this gamble regarding her best friend and partner, but Blake couldn't let this opportunity slip by her.
She closed her eyes to calm her nerves. "You have nothing to be sorry about, Yang," she gently said. She didn't quite know how to communicate how so very on board she was with all this because, as a matter of fact, she'd been fantasizing about her for months. "If I indulged what happened this morning… it wasn't solely for your sake," she quietly admitted. "I've also been guilty of wanting… this. So… what you did was welcomed. And… I was disappointed you requested a room with two beds tonight."
There was a silence in the room that seemed to last forever to Blake. That was, until she heard the other bed creak and glanced her way; through the darkness, Blake saw her stand and swiftly walk over.
Without asking, Yang pulled the covers and climbed in to press herself on top of her, trapping her under a much stronger body and an avalanche of golden locks. She couldn't have been more welcomed, just feeling again the weight and heat of Yang's body above her was bliss. Blake drew her into a desperate embrace. She could feel how labored her partner's breathing was with exhilaration, the way her chest pressed into Blake more with every inhalation, the way her breath burned on her skin. And Blake couldn't help pulling her even closer, wishing the fabric of their clothing would do her a favor and just disappear. Fingers were unashamedly searching her body already and Blake felt her grip on reality slip. Her mind was quickly fogging up with desire and nothing but Yang seemed to exist anymore.
It was in a fleeting flash of lucidity that she remembered this didn't settle anything. Fore sure her worries had pretty much gone up in smoke, but Blake still didn't know what this was. She knew they needed to talk about this too. "Yang…" It sounded more like moan than she would have wished.
"Yeah?" She gripped her rear, pulled her up against her to press their midsections and lower body closer together and Blake couldn't help her feeble gasp.
For a second the midnight haired faunus forgot what she wanted to say, she thrust instinctively against her partner's pelvis. Fierce desire overwhelmed her rapidly yet the need for answers pulled at the back of her mind. She couldn't leave things up in the air again, still not knowing if Yang meant for this to be anything more than pleasure for the sake of it. It took everything she had, but she made herself snap back to reality, trying so hard to straighten out her thoughts. "Yang, please-" But then Yang was sucking on her neck and her mind reeled, came completely undone, her thoughts completely scattered and out of grasp.
"… I've been thinking all day, you know…" The blonde whispered, her breath hot against her ear.
A million thoughts came to her at once, jumbled, a mess of emotions, words and memories. Blake had been thinking too and through it all, one thing weighing more on her more than anything else, that thing she had been running from for months. Through the haze, Blake was still sensible enough to decide that before she chanced saying anything compromising about what was becoming increasingly clear to her, it might be best to hear her partner. She would hate to say too much and scare the other woman into stopping what was happening. "About what, exactly?" she simply murmured back.
"…I tried to make sense of things, I guess, I've been trying to think… really trying to sort myself…sort out what happened…" Yang was so close, her lips brushed against her cheek as she talked. "I thought… with what I did, I needed to have explanations for you." Her voice sounded a bit apologetic and she paused then had a light chuckle, apparently at her own derision. "But I don't have anything to offer because see, I kept being distracted by how I couldn't believe I didn't take the opportunity to kiss you…" she whispered, drawing back to lock gazes. Her eyes, significantly darker than the usual amethyst so dilated were her pupils, were clouded with engulfing desire the same way they had been in the morning and Blake's heart hammered in her chest. "Blake," Yang breathed her name like it was her lifeline. "Can I kiss you?"
Instantly, Blake's hand in the blonde hair slid along her jaw, inviting her, capturing her lips with hers as soon as she could. Goose bumps and oblivion; how sweet it was. How long had she wanted this? Staring at her lips, wondering what her kiss was like. Finding passion and hunger didn't surprise her in the least. Yang's kiss seemed to burn through her, engulfing her in an untamable blaze that, despite herself, awakened for good everything she had struggled so desperately to repress.
It had been a few months ago that Blake had realized that, somewhere along the line, she'd started feeling something she had deemed inappropriate for the other woman. She would catch herself staring at her and she truly had been unable to suppress her fantasies… but she had forbidden herself to dwell on what lurked beneath them, afraid that facing what nestled inside her would worsen her situation. In this moment, she understood that not allowing herself to think about this had done nothing to prevent her feelings from growing. And in this moment, she started to understand how deeply they now ran.
As she avidly kissed her back, readily granting the other woman entry when she felt her tongue trace her lower lip, Blake felt her heart rapidly devoured by incandescent passion. It felt like she had opened Pandora's Box. The raven haired faunus was flooded with everything she had managed to stifle until now. All the passion, all the adoration, all the longing, all the hunger…the whole extent of what had been boiling inside her, everything ran free. For the first time, she truly came aware herself of just how hopelessly in love she was.
Her hands flowed down her back, groping her partner's round buttocks, pulling closer, bucking her hips against her. And amazingly, miraculously, Yang wanted her. Blake devoured her lips, losing herself completely in the moment, barely registering it as Yang had started to disrobe her. Intertwined as they were, the brawler had still somehow managed to pull Blake's shirt up over her breasts to caress her. She didn't know how long they kissed, searching curves through garments, pulling at their clothes, but eventually Blake's thirst was quenched enough for her to be able to release Yang's lips at least for a few minutes.
However, Blake didn't want to talk anymore. She didn't want to sort anything out about what this meant because something told her that if there were any feelings involved, Yang would have at least tested the waters. Her fiery partner wouldn't be able to keep something of this magnitude hidden for long. Even if she'd somehow stifled her impulsive nature, Yang was a horrible liar and had she understood her yearning ran deeper than pure lust, if this had been anything more, it most likely would have shown through.
Blake decided she didn't mind for now if things stayed nebulous, as long as she could share the other woman's warmth. She would rather not know anything, because talking things through would bring to the surface her own feeling and it could certainly be synonymous with rejection.
…And she would be damned if she said anything that would make Yang stop. She couldn't scare her off, not right now. Talking could wait until the next day, or the day after, or maybe in another lifetime, but right now, she needed to consume this passion. She needed to know at least once —just once..!—what it was like to be her lover. Through the darkness, she studied her partner's face, tenderly outlining her exquisite features with the tip of her fingers. "Let's not do this through our clothing this time around…"
Yang nodded, her hand trailing from Blake's bare stomach to her breast. "I want to feel your skin against mine," she whispered, gently rolling her thumb over a nipple.
Blake gasped a sound meant half in approval of what Yang said and half in response to her caresses. She arched her back to press into her hand, surprised that she wasn't embarrassed about her chest being bared. She assumed her desire to take down any barrier between them was culprit and she reached for the loose orange tank top the other woman was wearing. "Take this off," she urged.
Though she was the one who asked, and even if it was so she could undress, Yang's hands and weight leaving her body still was agony. Blake busied herself getting rid of her own top, but before she could do away with her panties too, she found herself pinned again under the brawler's this time gloriously naked body. She gasped; her skin was smoldering hot and silky smooth and her muscular body still soft in all the right places. Blake buried her face in the crook of her neck relishing in the strong arms embracing her and the delicious scent of her hair. The feeling of skin against skin was so beyond anything she could've anticipated, she was ready to call this a divine experience. The pleased rumbling started up again in her chest against her will.
"I never knew you could purr before this morning," Yang murmured mischievously, a gentle breath against a cat ear.
"I don't like people to know…" Blake admitted, her fingers trailing on the newly uncovered skin, almost afraid doing so would break a spell.
She exhaled, moving closer to her lips again. "You're kidding, right? It's adorable."
Blake didn't wait to be kissed, she moved in, eagerly meeting her halfway. She felt Yang shift to press her thigh between her legs and she knew that her partner would feel how she'd soaked through the thin fabric of her underwear. Knowing Yang would feel the wetness against her skin only served to turn her on so much more. She rubbed herself against her leg, caressing her shoulders and she felt Yang's embrace grow stronger, pushing her tongue in her mouth. Blake was overwhelmed, melting, her heart resonated through her body, her pulse in perfect synch with her partner's if the flawless rhythm they fell in was any indication. Her hands got lost in the soft golden locks, she arched her back into her and the air around them was becoming hot, suffocating. Already, Blake couldn't seem to catch her breath, though it's not like she cared. She had to die someday and dying of trying to quench this thirst for the woman she loved sounded like the best way to go anyhow.
Only… Yang released her lips, pulling back only an inch—an inch too far. Blake had been so caught up in the kiss, she hadn't noticed when one of Yang's hands had slid down her body to her rear again, now coming aware of how she had been encouraging the thrusting of her hips. Blake only now realized how heated her grinding against her thigh was and how this was probably why she was so desperate for air. Blake's eyelids felt heavy, but with her eyes cracked open she met dark violet ones. Her partner's avid gaze bore into her, making her so very aware of how keenly the blonde was observing every one of her reactions.
Yang's hot breath still warming her face, mingling with her own, had her completely intoxicated. The hand on her ass slid under the fabric of her underwear, still inciting the motion of her hip, and Blake bit back another moan. Her partner's eyes were locked on her features and Blake felt utterly exposed and vulnerable and this once in her life she didn't care. She was already treading near the edge and although she didn't want to be pushed over so hastily, her partner seemed to sense how close she was. She pushed her thigh more strongly against her and didn't let her slow down. With her arms around her neck, Blake clutched desperately, groaning, and her skin stuck to Yang's burning one, and sweet release washed over her all too soon. Ultimately, she could breathe again.
Yang longingly kissed her cheek before trailing kisses along her jaw to nibble at her ear while she recovered. "You're so hot," she whispered. "Do you even know how much you turn me on?"
Blake exhaled, still trying to get a hold of herself, but she couldn't help her smirk. "I may have an idea," she smugly answered. "I'm different from you, remember? I can smell how wet you are."
She pulled back enough to meet her eyes again, her face a perfect blend of impressed and uncertain. The blonde was apparently trying to assess if her faunus partner was messing with her.
Amused with the other woman's positively mystified expression, she briefly played with the idea of leaving the truth up in the air. Ultimately, she decided the facts were too good not to disclose. "I'm not joking," Blake revealed.
"That's…unfair, and really awesome," she laughed, always one to be thrilled with the unexpected. "So you can tell?"
"Oh yeah… I can tell," she quietly confirmed, her hands finding her partner's ass and caressing up her back under her hair. "I could also tell this morning," she added. "How riled up you were simply from lightly fondling my chest was astounding."
The expression on her face was like a deer in headlights, Yang stared down at her looking absolutely mortified. "…Just…for how long were you awake before I realized…?"
"A while," Blake murmured. "When I came to, you hadn't really gotten into it yet."
She broke eye contact. "Sorry."
"It's okay…I let you do as you pleased all that time after all," she conceded. "I thought it was just curiosity."
"…That's what it was at first," Yang pointed out. "It's just… we kinda found out at the same time that it wasn't all there was."
The faunus laughed and met her lips once more, savoring the simple fact of being allowed to do so. With her smile still gracing her features, she then guided her partner into switching positions. She had noticed that morning how Yang seemed to have struggled to hold off some of her weight and this time Blake wanted her to relax and let go completely. Plus, she wouldn't mind more control. She pulled back to take a moment to appreciate the view on her partner's body. The blonde's typical choice of garments never really hid her shape much, however… seeing her naked was a completely different experience. Yang was more beautiful than she'd dared imagine on the sparse occasions she had dared fantasize about her. Blake bit her lower lip; knowing what she'd desired so agonizingly much was hers to take felt surreal.
Slowly, she approached her again, brushing her lips to her collarbone, taking in the enthralling scent of her skin, she trailed kisses down to her chest. As she cradled one in her hand, bringing her mouth to suck on it, she observed Yang's breasts were, though very large and heavy, somehow much softer than hers. The blonde sighed in satisfaction, gently holding her head against her, combing dark locks of wavy hair with her fingers. She opened her legs as Blake settled on top of her and, as she laid down, Blake had no choice but to come aware again of the state her partner was in. Their position had her lower stomach pressed to Yang's burning and wet core and Blake pressed closer, visceral need flaring up again deep within her. Her teeth lightly raked over a nipple, she sucked harder, squeezing her other breast and gripping her thigh to press her midsection against her sex. Yang squirmed under her, rolling her hips, rubbing against her stomach and noticeably gumming it with her fluids.
"Blake, please…" she breathed. "I'm so fucking turned on, I can't, don't make me wait."
Somehow this made the faunus chuckle, she was simply exhilarated with how amazingly aroused her partner was. She couldn't wrap her head around how much Yang actually wanted her. Electing not to tease her right off the bat, she lifted herself just enough to squeeze her arm between them, finding her sweet spot to massage in a circular motion. Yang's voice was magnificent; she growled and chuckled and hummed with pleasure as Blake pleasured her. Her hands in the dark hair in turn were gently combing and suddenly clutching and then loosened up again to tenderly scratch around her cat ears. The faunus moved her mouth to her other breast and her partner kissed the top of her head.
When Blake slid her fingers in, she felt herself lifted off the bed slightly as the other woman arched her back under her and quickly remembered her own weight was nothing to her partner, unlike the way Yang would firmly pin her down when she was above her. She thrust her fingers slowly at first, though as Yang bucked her hips under her, encouraging her, her cadence hastily picked up to a vigorous pace. She reached deep inside of her and Yang blissfully moaned her name again. Blake absolutely loved the way she would let it roll off her tongue every time the stakes were raised. Sometimes she whispered it with need, other times she seemed to be imploring, but any way she called Blake's name was fantastic; it would inflame her even more.
Yang rested shaky hands on her shoulders. "I don't think I've ever been this wet before," she admitted between heavy breaths. "This is amazing…"
Her comment compelled Blake to notice how slick her fingers were, how even her palm was getting slimy, how the bed sheets were stained too. She licked her lips and took out her fingers, instantly the blonde's head snapped up to throw her a betrayed look. Maintaining eye contact, Blake brought her fingers to her mouth, deliberately sucking them clean so slowly, holding her stare as Yang's expression morphed from slightly bothered to mesmerized. Her fingers traced on her own lips the ghost of a smile, the luscious taste lingered in her mouth—Yang's taste. Blake realized she was salivating.
Before she knew it, she was already kissing her partner's stomach, her tongue dipping in her bellybutton, Yang's stomach quivered against Blake's lips as she followed down the faint outline of her abs, each shivering breaths betraying the brawler's anticipation. The musky scent and hot air made her dizzy with lust, and Blake didn't hesitate to press her mouth to the wet flesh, parting her lips with her tongue.
"Oh fuck yes."
Blake grinned, holding on to the thighs now resting on her shoulders as she gave long licks, trying to lap up as much as she could before she dug in. How many times had she fantasized about this? Watching her every day in those stupidly short shorts, wondering how the skin of her thighs would feel against her cheek. Wondering if the delicious scent of her body was any indication of how she would taste. Wondering how sensitive she was, if the rougher part of Blake's cat-textured tongue would be too much for her to handle.
Blake relished in finding out these answers. The skin on her thighs was remarkably delicate and stuck to her cheek with the dampness of the sweat. Yang tasted sweeter than she imagined, the fluids thicker than Blake's own, leaving a strong taste in her mouth. She stuck her tongue out further, giving her a sample of the rougher texture at the back and Yang parted her legs wider, losing herself in the pleasure, pushing back with her hips, chanting her name. Blake shivered. Yang wouldn't shut up in day to day life; of course she'd be the same in bed… though the dark haired woman found she was immensely enjoying her passionate and vocal reactions. She couldn't help bringing one hand down and touch herself; Yang turned her on so much.
Her sense of time seemed to fail her, it felt like it was only an instant and her partner had already reached her tipping point. Blake could feel a pulse against her tongue, small contractions coming from deep within her partner, the muscles in her trembling thighs contracted as she closed her legs slightly, her hands clutching the dark hair roughly. Blake fingered herself faster, madly aroused by the blonde's climax, but she couldn't catch up to her before she felt her relax and release her.
Hands gently tugged at her. "Come up here," Yang managed to articulate, attempting to catch her breath. Blake moved up, stretching over her, and lying to fill the void of her open arms. Yang's embrace was needy, though not in the carnal way it had been moments before. It felt serene, loving, so soothing and safe, it served to remind Blake how much she loved her warmth. "That was incredible," Yang whispered, drawing her into a tender kiss.
Blake tried to answer her kiss gently, yet wound up as she was and still craving passion and release, she knew no matter how gentle she tried to be her appetite showed through. She eagerly kissed her back and, entangled with the other woman's body, she couldn't resist faintly rubbing against her thigh again. Though she didn't want to urge her, it was beyond her power to stifle her impulses.
Yang smiled through the kiss. "Oh, don't worry, I know…" she murmured, acknowledging her partner's glaringly obvious need. One of her hands trailed down her spine to lightly tap her ass. "I promise I'll do something about that. But first…" she met her eyes, an amused gleam lighting up the amethyst color. "…Why don't you show me what you were doing, kitten?"
This took her by surprise; she found herself blushing slightly both because of how embarrassing the demand itself was, but also because she hadn't realized Yang had been in any position to notice. She knew her partner was likely teasing her, but she felt something flare up from deep within her, as if challenged. Blake detached herself from her, taking advantage of the moment to finally discard her underwear; she moved to sit astride on her stomach. She felt the other woman's enthralled gaze travel along her now completely exposed figure. "Are you a bit of a voyeur, Xiao Long?" she mocked.
Like the cheeky devil she was, Yang grinned saucily. "Maybe. Does this mean you're actually going to show me?"
Blake held her stare for a short moment before she wordlessly brought her hand between her legs again. She saw the blonde's mischievous expression take a dive into focused interest, embers of lust flaring again in her eyes. A smile spread across the faunus's features, thrilled with how engrossed her partner was with seeing this. She slowly pushed two fingers inside herself, humming gently. So watching was one of those things Yang liked, huh? Blake did remember how intently the brawler had observed her face when she had been grinding against her thigh earlier.
Blake decided to indulge her for a moment, allowing her to watch as she leisurely pleasured herself. With each motion of her hand, she thrust her hips slowly, and Yang looked positively mesmerized. Satisfied with her apparent power over her hypnotized partner, Blake nevertheless started craving more. Yang's fingers inside of her that morning had felt so much better than this and her need was starting to ferociously devour her. With a moist finger, she traced a line down Yang's torso, between her breasts, on her stomach. "You've had your fun. How about you make good on that promise and take care of me?"
And instantly Yang's hand was between her legs, searching her flesh. Blake exhaled heavily; she kneeled up a little higher to leave her some maneuvering space and rocked along with the rubbing motion of her partner's fingers. She closed her eyes relishing in the caresses as Yang's other hand found her breast, her waist, her hips. Blake's blood was unquestionably boiling, she felt her fingers sliding in, her palm pressed to her clit for added stimulation as she curled her fingers. She bit back a moan, following Yang's hand with a roll of her hips, cracking her eyes open to look down on the other woman's body through the darkness.
Yang's generous breasts were forced together by her position, one hand between Blake's legs and the other resting on the faunus's hip. Her proportions were absurdly perfect with her slender waist and broad hips while the glistening of her skin served to faintly outline muscles when she moved, when she breathed. Her complexion was still flushed from her orgasm, her blonde mane was a happy mess and her eyes were so dilated with arousal they looked to be a bottomless abyss of desire staring up at her. How beautiful. Blake exhaled with lust. Something primal was slowly invading her… an unfamiliar, savage desire to possess her partner.
With both hands she reached for her arms, pulling, making her understand to sit up. The shift forced Blake back to straddle her lap and Yang took the opportunity to add a third finger. Blake groaned a shaky, high-pitched whimper, her thrusting becoming more and more heated. Both her arms came around Yang's shoulders and her mouth found her neck to mark her skin, to leave bruises, evidence, a testament to the passion utterly consuming her.
Yang made that noise again, somewhere between a chuckle and a moan, and if the faunus hadn't already felt absolutely wild with desire, she definitely did now. She gripped her desperately, tightening her embrace to the point she would have been afraid to hurt anyone else. She pressed against her as if she wanted to fuse their bodies, rocking her hips in rhythm with her partner's caresses. She was so close.
"Come on, kitten ... say my name," she whispered in her ear.
Blake pressed her face in her neck, mostly lost in the sensations, but she did not feel like being teased now. "Shut up."
She could hear her grin in her voice. "What, can't focus?" Yang audaciously shot back.
Blake growled. Though she had very much enjoyed Yang's vocal feedback earlier, her current teasing had distracted her enough that she lost her rush… and Blake was beginning to aggressively need release. She pushed her back down fairly brutally, following over her on all fours.
Opting not to resist, Yang gave a cheeky laugh. "…I love it when you're feisty," she excitedly breathed.
In other circumstances, Blake might have wondered if she should ask for consent for what she was about to do, but something visceral possessed her and she found herself moving up. Maybe she had gone ahead because, somewhere at the back of her mind, she trusted her partner would stop her if she was uncomfortable, on top of the fact that she really didn't want to hear another word, not until she got release.
The faunus held her down as she crawled up and Yang looked confused until Blake positioned herself to kneel over her head. Somehow only now that it was too late was she suddenly overtaken with the impression that the blonde may not have wanted to do this for her. Feeling her partner's hands on her thighs, gliding on her skin, inciting her to lower herself a bit more was such relief.
Her lips gently touched her, tentatively traveling along burning, dripping flesh. Then it was her tongue and Blake's breath caught in her throat. Glancing down to see her partner's face between her legs made her shudder with pleasure, heat flaring up in the pit of her stomach again. With a trembling hand, she brushed away some unruly golden bangs sticking to her face with sweat. Yang hummed in a pleased tone and what had started with only hesitant sampling turned into enthusiastic exploration, licking, searching for a pleasing pattern and the right tempo. Blake cued her in with soft moaning and lightly moving her hips, cautious at first not to smother her yet quickly losing control over the primal thrust incited by the suctions she felt. Yang opened her mouth wide, gorged on her flesh greedily, rubbed her tongue against the swollen nub. Both her arms were wrapped around Blake's thighs, pulling her harder against her mouth as she pushed her tongue deeper in her.
By now Blake panted harshly, her fingers clumsily rummaged through the tangled blonde hair, she curved her back and perhaps she was arching it now, and her skin was so slick with sweat it rolled down her spine. Yang's tongue found the opening again and Blake grinded against her, unable to remember she wanted to be mindful of letting her breath. Her own breath was running out anyways, her heart raced and her head was spinning. She felt her hands reach up to caress her stomach and hips, going to her ass to encourage her thrust. A short moment later her body was wracked by an almost violent convulsion and she came to a stop. For a brief moment everything went blank; Blake was losing her senses. She felt her consciousness slipping. Pure ecstasy. Maybe her eyes rolled back, she knew she opened her mouth but if she made a sound it was muted to her ears.
When she started to come to, the first thing she was aware of was her loud purring. Then, how she was clutching the headboard of the bed to prop herself up. She was ready to collapse, drained and quivering from the intensity of the orgasm. Finally the rest of the world faded back in and she was aware of how Yang gently kissed the inside of her thigh, massaging them as well as her buttocks in very large, soothing motions. Blake caressed her face, drawing her eyes up along with her attention and shakily released the headboard, slowly moving off. She was immensely glad Yang helped her; she felt so feeble she barely trusted herself to move.
She tiredly settled down next to the blonde and arms around her waist pulled her in, cradling her. Eyes closed, exhaling contently, she pressed her forehead against her torso, nuzzling into her, and felt Yang's chin rest on top of her head. Blake couldn't help the smile on her lips when she felt fingers gently scratching behind a cat ear. They cuddled in silence for what seemed to Blake like blissful eternity.
She probably had dozed off for a while, because her skin was dry when she opened her eyes again and she didn't remember having disentangled herself from her partner. Even through the darkness, the first thing she saw was amethyst riveted on her features. Her own voice sounded more sluggish than she expected when she opened her mouth. "How long was I out?"
Yang's gaze seemed impenetrable. "Maybe half an hour, give or take."
She frowned lightly, squinting her sleepy eyes. "Have you been staring at my face all that time?"
"Not all that time, your body is gorgeous too."
Blake didn't know how to answer her.
They both lay on their side, facing each other and all she could do was gaze back at her in silence. Yang seemed uncharacteristically pensive. The dark haired faunus might otherwise have been worried, but her partner's eyes still held a warmth and kindness that was reassuring.
Blake wondered what then. Was it time to talk? Who was Yang to her now? Still only her partner and friend? Or more? Or… would this not happen again? She would have given anything to have a glimpse at the blonde's mind. She searched the gorgeous amethyst eyes for any trace of the longing she knew often reflected in her own gaze when she found herself observing her partner. But Yang simply stared back, and Blake was completely unable to decipher any emotion beyond her thoughtful mask.
It was Yang who finally broke the silence. "…I can't just stop this when we'll be back at Beacon."
"We don't have to stop. We can find moments," Blake quietly answered, relieved that whatever this was wasn't about to end anytime soon.
"Though I don't know how we'll manage, never being alone and all…" The blonde sighed lightly. She propped her elbow up and leaned her head in her hand, still turned towards her. "Think we should tell Ruby and Weiss? It'd make it easier if we want some time alone."
She swiftly made a run-down of scenarios in her head, and Blake decided that unless they were to be more than… this, she wasn't quite comfortable with letting their teammates know about what happened. "…No. I believe it'd be better not to tell them for now."
Yang hummed pensively. "It's a shame," she said. A radiant smile spread across her lips and she reached out to gently caress her cheek. "You're breathtaking when you got that satisfied glow. Makes me wish I could tell the world."
Her heart seemed to stop for a second and Blake couldn't hold her gaze. "…I don't think anyone needs to know what I look like after sex," she breathed.
Yang laughed. "I didn't mean it like that. I meant… I don't know, I was watching you sleep, and I felt so good, so happy it felt like my heart was ready to explode and I guess that's what wants to come out. Wanting to tell everyone how you-….how…" Her expression as she spoke had slowly seemed to lose its amused quality, as if she was perplexed herself with the words she found herself saying. Her tone had also grown much softer as she finished her sentence. "…How…you make me feel."
Blake searched her features through the darkness, troubled. She didn't expect this at all, and she was scared to be reading more in her words than there actually was. "I'm still unsure what you're trying to say."
Her voice was very quiet. "…It's okay, I'm not really sure what I mean to say either."
It was almost painful how thousands of emotions seemed to surge forward in her heart, in her chest, in her head, and Blake wanted to scream, she wanted to confess everything, everything.
How no one ever got under her skin the way the blonde did, how she had desperately wished that Yang had offered her more than one dance that night, how she had hoped her partner would be bothered by seeing her so constantly with the faunus boy, how every night, her faint breathing on the bunk bed above hers almost drove Blake mad, and how—…
How she had believed her own darkness to be impenetrable, yet somehow this blazing sun's light had seeped through the cracks. This light had roused her from a seemingly interminable nightmare the White Fang had plunged her in. She wanted to tell her how in these last months spent with her, she had been made to feel like she wasn't the irredeemable monster she thought she had become, that she could dream of a future to look forward to, of a place where she belonged, of being happy. She burned to confess how especially now, after having been consumed by her fire, after feeling like she had embraced the sun itself, she couldn't be more certain of her feelings. She couldn't take the blame for falling so deeply in love, it wasn't her fault. They were perfectly complementary and Blake was led to believe they were meant to be a whole. Night and day, light and shadows.
….Although, this was exactly why she couldn't find it in herself to say a word. Because in truth, who needs darkness? It was only a foolish romantic fantasy to think that for harmony to exist, it needed equal parts of brightness and obscurity. Why would someone so radiant bind themselves to any form of darkness? …How could this burning, golden beauty ever settle for a beast barely emerging from shadows? It would be an unfair arrangement, wouldn't it?
Blake believed she already was undoubtedly transgressing a number of unspoken rules by indulging in what Yang was offering her. It would be unreasonable, absurd to long for even more, especially when she didn't see what she had to offer in return.
Somehow, even through her inner conflict, Blake managed to keep a cool demeanor. Yang, on the contrary, seemed to be visibly struggling with the confusion her own words brought.
"I'm sorry if I don't make much sense," the brawler offered. "I just…" She sighed. "I just never even realized that… …I mean…" This time she groaned. Manifestly, she was straining very hard to figure out even herself what she wanted to say. "I always thought you were stunning. Gorgeous. But somehow I never... somehow it took having you in my arms this morning to recognize that…" she chuckled in apparent disbelief. "Somehow before this morning I didn't understand that when I looked at you and I stopped in my track, and I'd forget what I was doing because you were so damn beautiful ...Somehow, I know it's ridiculous, but I hadn't realized that all that was attraction."
Yang's gaze then drifted down, seemingly lost. "And right now, well. I'm still a bit shocked… both that I'm feeling this way and that I never realized I was feeling this way." Her head snapped up to look at her. "Don't get me wrong, I'm not ashamed of being attracted to you…but I… just… I'm at a loss. I'm surprising myself, I wasn't aware of this part of me."
The faunus felt guilt quickly leaden her stomach. Yang kept apologizing and was currently doing her absolute best to explain herself, her thoughts, her actions, all this in vain… while Blake, who knew very well where she stood, had made up her mind not to say anything.
"You don't have to strain yourself to try and explain," she gently offered. "Whatever you feel or want, how you are…don't feel pressured to justify yourself or have any answers… especially not if you're pressuring yourself to have answers for me. If you can't explain right now… well you just can't." She saw visible relief on Yang's features as she listened to her, and it made her smile a little. "I really don't want you to agonize over… over what? Making it right by me?" She searched eyes. "It's not like I'm offering you any explanations either. You're not the only culprit in this room."
As she reminded her of this, realization seemed to hit Yang at once. "….Right, you're right," she acknowledged and it looked to Blake like the blonde was making tremendous efforts not to ask, not to pry now that she realized Blake was not even trying to talk. "I'm sorry, you're absolutely right. I know I'm the one who brought up the subject, but… yeah, let's not talk about all that just now." She gave a bit of an awkward laugh. "Doesn't help I'm so tired I'm confusing even myself."
"Yeah…"
Yang then shifted uncomfortably. "Are you going to kick me out of your bed? …I know it's a tight fit, but I'd really… would rather stay with you."
Blake moved closer again gently taking her arm. "Stay," she immediately requested. "Please, stay."
Smiling, Yang eagerly pulled her into another strong embrace, snuggling up to her. The faunus nestled against her chest, thankful for the warmth and affection. Soon enough they would be back at Beacon and they wouldn't be able to share this sort of intimacy, even just sleeping in each other's arms would prove difficult. Blake would miss it.
tbc-