"Yang, breathe," Blake whispered in my ear.

"One… two… three," she counted off, bright eyes holding my gaze while I tried to get control of myself. I was struggling to suck down some air, my body felt like a huge weight was pressing against my chest and I just couldn't manage to breathe.

"Yang, I'm right here. Breathe... Breathe," she spoke slowly and calmly, never looking away. Each breath felt like I was trying to breathe through a stuffed straw. I could feel her hands wrapped around my thighs, squeezing gently. She was trying her hardest to get me to stop freaking out.

I managed one, quick breath. Then another…

It felt like forever before I could finally catch my breath enough to make my head stop pounding.

"Yang… are you okay," she asked softly, stroking my knees to a slow rhythm I could follow. I still couldn't speak, but I could nod and wipe the tears from my eyes as I tried to tell her I was okay.

"Yang… that was a panic attack… what's wrong," she asked me again, her eyes constantly on mine. I tried my hardest to crack a smile, looking down sheepishly at the grass beneath us.

"Performance anxiety," I mumbled, trying my hardest to play it cool. I wasn't sure myself of where that'd come from.

"Yang, I'm serious," Blake hissed, finally moving closer to me after I got my breath back. She looked all sorts of nervous and concerned. I felt terrible for freaking her out.

"What's wrong," she asked again.

"Blake, I… I'm only partly joking." My voice was gross and raspy; I sounded like I was choking. I cleared my throat, wiping more tears out of my eyes.

"Yang," she whispered, a small smile on her face.

"I know, I'm a big dumb baby," I sighed, taking a long, deep breath and holding it as long as I could. I cleared my throat a second time, nervously combing my fingers through my hair.

"Yang, you're not dumb," Blake whispered, wrapping her arms around my waist. She looked so beautiful, Dust. Her Faunus ears twitched as she watched me, making sure I was okay.

"I ruined our date," I grumbled. I could feel myself pouting but there wasn't much I could do about it. Resting my hand against her chest, I tried my hardest to look more apologetic than upset.

"Well… not necessarily," she hummed, eyes narrowing at me like a sultry goddess. I could feel myself blushing, eyes wide as I realized I hadn't ruined the mood.

"You just need to realize that this isn't your performance." She winked and kissed at my chest, nipping at sucking at my collarbones and I shivered. Her hands wandered down against my thighs and I bit my lip to keep from letting out a moan. I felt my heart fluttering, my skin getting hot as her fingers danced against my underwear.

"Tell me what to do," she whispered softly, ears twitching in a rhythm that I'd learned a while ago meant she was so fucking turned on.

"You're such a bottom," I laughed softly, still shivering as her fingers pressed against the cloth. I closed my eyes, clutching at the grass beneath my hands.

"Tell me or I'll stop," she warned and I knew she meant it.

"That wasn't very 'bottom.'"

"Blake… just fuck me."

"How," she smirked, fingers trailing away, moving closer towards my knees.

"Like you mean it," it was all I could think to say. I couldn't let her get away with being so damn sexy without pouring on a little allure myself.

Blake leaned in, kissing at my chest and pressed her palm against my crotch. She fingered me through my underwear and I'd never moaned so loud in my life. She rubbed circles into me, pressing just deep enough that I knew the cloth would be soaked by the time she pulled away.

I wrapped my palms around her head and pulled her back up to kiss me. Her lips were warm and god I would never get tired of the taste of licorice. I forced myself to close my eyes and focus on what I could feel instead of what I could see.

She hadn't figured out a rhythm yet, so I couldn't brace myself for her fingers. Each thrust was unexpected, but unlike anyone else I'd spent time with, she wasn't rough or impatient. Blake was slow and gentle and it drove me crazy. The build-up and the hitch in her breath as she was oh so obviously just as turned on as I was. The way she bit her lip as she watched me, the smirk on her face as she finally pushed the underwear aside and fingered me like a fucking goddess. I could feel every knuckle, every wrinkle in her skin as she spread her fingers, my body quivering around them, my back arching as my spine shuddered. I clutched at the ground, ripping grass out of the dirt as I squirmed under her palm. Leaning forward, I planted a sloppy kiss against her throat, knowing how much she loved those.

I was so fucking lost, lost in the sexiest girl in the fucking world. And she was trying her hardest to get me to cum. Her thumb rubbed against my clit, her fingers pushing and sliding and spreading. I tried to follow along with my hips, but my thighs were shaking and all I could manage to do was groan. My voice wavered as I called out Blake's name, nipping at her throat as I kissed her. I wanted more of her, I needed more of her. Finally I worked up the nerve and pushed her onto her back. Her fingers slipped out from between my lips and left a long trail up my stomach.

"Yang," she gasped. Her ears were pinned back against her scalp and her eyes fluttered behind her long lashes.

"Keep quiet," I warned, grabbing her thighs and settling down between them. Her hands reached up, tangling themselves in my hair before I'd even started. I smirked and took my first lick and Dust she tasted like heaven. I licked my lips as she looked into my eyes, biting chewing at her bottom lip. After blowing her a quick kiss, I got to work.

Her toned thighs tightened around me, muscles quivering as she tensed up.

"Relaaaax," I whispered soothingly, taking long, lazy licks that started from deep between her lips and ended with the tip of my tongue flicking her clit. I knew what I was doing and I wanted her to lose herself. She gasped my name, fingers tugging at my hair and pulling me closer into her. I kissed and licked and slurped and nibbled, and all she could do was writhe and moan my name into the cool night air. I felt big, powerful.

She came so fast, her breathing coming faster and faster, going ragged and finally hitched, voice cracking as she gasped my name into the cool night air. Her ears pointed out to the sides, back arching up off the ground, her body wrapping itself in knots as she flooded the banks of her thighs with her release.

Poetic, right?

I cleaned her off, tasting warmth and musk and the increasingly familiar tingle of licorice on my tongue. Her fingers left my hair, her hands moving to rub her face. I laughed softly, letting her catch her breath.

"Thanks, Yang," she whispered quietly once she'd come down off the afterglow of her orgasm. She tried to sit up, but I held her in place, shaking my head as I kept pace with my slow, lazy licks.

"Yang," she asked curiously, looking up into my eyes. I smirked and quickened my pace, focusing on her clit.

"You're not done until I say you are," I whispered hotly into her thighs.