Executing his landing strategy, Winston studied his surroundings. No Grimm.

Pulling his scroll from his pouch, his ears detected, "Headin' into twilight

Spreadin' out her wings tonight," turning,

"She got you jumpin' off the deck

And shovin' into overdrive," something collided into him.

Feeling something between her breasts, Yang shook her chest. Arching back, her fingers slid through her long yellow hair. Looking down, she saw the head between her legs. Staring over her sunglasses frame, she smiled at this dark, handsome face between her legs.

"Fell like revving up your engine to listen to my howling roar under of the tension of your throbbing metal piston pounding my cylinder while begging you to touch and go."

Detecting mumbling, she placed her hands on the ground. Leaping up, her legs went back. Spreading her legs, she landed on his hips.

Removing her sunglasses, her teeth chewed on the tip of the left arm of her sunglasses. Her purple eyes stared into his dark eyes.

Tracing his lips with her index finger, "You got kissable lips."

"Get off."

Smiling, "Want to grab my cakes?" leaning closer until their noses touched.

Rolling his eyes, he pressed his palms against her butt cheeks bringing a smile to her lips. Lifting his hips up, he pushed her off causing his face to brush her hips. Landing on her face, she stared at Winston studying his scroll. Sitting cross legged, Yang kept her eyes on this young sultry, dark eyed man who when she pressed her body against his dark muscular body made her warm. He was going to be fun when she snared him.

Watching his confused look from his study of his scroll, she pulled her scroll out. Turning it sideways then upside down, her basic understanding of numbers couldn't figure these coordinates.

Standing up, she stared over Winston's shoulder.

Comparing the numbers on his scroll to her scroll, "Why are your numbers different from mine?"

Looking at her, "What are you talking about?"

Placing her scroll beside his, "See different numbers."

"Let's trade information," handling the port cord to her, "That's all."

Taking the cord, "Connecting your male protruding pin," rubbing his index finger, "to my female corresponding round sockets."

"Just connect our scrolls."

Perishing her lips, she connected their scrolls. Watching the downloading, Winston detected Yang's scent. She smelt good. Wonder how soft her skin is?

"Want to squeeze my melons?"

Staring at her until she moved his eyes to her cleavage, then he stared back at his scroll.

Flipping through the pages of Cult of the Ninja's Love got interpreted by something smacking her stomach. Catching her breath, she stared at the purple bandanna around someone's left knee.

Noticing their foot pressed against the wall, "I'm staying away from Winston," said Blake keeping her head forward.

"I'm not here about Winston."

Sighing, Blake tried going under Yang's leg only for her face to slam into Yang's crotch.

Shaking her head, Blake tried darting around Yang only for Yang to slam Blake against the wall.

Pinning Blake to the wall, "Now let's work on our getting to know each other better like adults," said Yang wrapping strands of Blake's black hair around her index finger.

"No discussing personal things with an immature child," remarked Blake.

"How dare you talk about your teammate Weiss like that?"

Unbuttoning Blake's vest allowed Yang to rub Blake's smooth stomach.

Biting her lip prevented Blake from groaning as Yang's hand slid under her white undershirt. Grabbing handful of Blake's hair, Yang closed her eyes. Leaning towards Blake lips, Yang pressed her lips against Blake's. Feeling a sudden chill caused Yang to open her eyes discovering her lips and hands frozen to the wall.

"Your sister's suggestion," caused Yang to stare from the corner, "of using Dust with my Shadow Clone actually worked."

Removing Yang's scroll from her pouch, Blake pressed the call button.

"Hello, Winston," said Blake, "your team leader is frozen to a wall. You might want to here before she takes the advantage of the naïve," placing Yang's back in her pouch, "Winston is too good for you," ruffling up Yang's head.