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She Wants The Dust
By : RWBYRemnants
Category: +M through R > RWBY
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Chapter List
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THIS CHAPTER: Bumbleby: risky sex, masturbation, kissing, I Like To Watch, exhibitionism.
Anxiety tugged at Blake Belladonna's heart as she tried her best to concentrate on her studies. The test period was up. Had Yang forgotten? Had she even been keeping up their end of the deal? The two had spent the three days entirely apart, mostly for the purposes of mulling things over.
In that time, she had not been able to come to a decision. On the one hand, she really loved Yang; the way she moved, her confident swagger, those awful puns that made her smile anyway. On the other hand... she was already intimate on a regular basis with another of their teammates. If anyone else had asked Blake to "share", she would have turned them down flat. This was unthinkable! Why on earth should she settle for half of a person?
Not that she truly expected that to be how the relationship went. Yang would spend some nights with Blake and some nights with Weiss. As things stood currently, she was spending NO nights with Yang, so it wasn't like she was really losing anything. Thinking of it that way made her feel silly for being jealous, but she couldn't help it; she still resented the heiress for "beating her to the punch".
Maybe she was being silly. Actually, of course she was. Worrying about it hadn't done much for her over the past three days, and it wasn't going to make any difference now. Scolding herself, she turned her nose back down to the book laid open on the library table.
And that's where the blonde knew she would find her. She had been searching for her partner for hours now, eager to hear a decision. She really liked Blake, despite her current affairs with Weiss. If it came down to a choice, Blake would win in a heartbeat.
But as it stood, she was forced to wear underwear that bore her symbol all over them, even a few words of ownership on the thong. And she was going to ask another girl out in this? Classy.
Still, she had no choice; it was either that or give up. So she took a seat next to her partner, already appearing hot and bothered. Well, it had been three days.
"Took you long enough," Blake said without looking up. Of course, her heart had leapt into her throat, but she was damned if she would show any outward signs of it having done so.
"I got a little held up," Yang said. Truth be told, Weiss was continuing to tease her. She had still banned her from wearing less obscene underwear, and was still winding her up to the point she needed to end her heat. No such luck.
"I've done what you asked, though; no touching or anything for three days."
"Really?" Blake asked mildly, finally looking up. Then she blinked in surprise when she saw the heat in Yang's cheeks, the obvious discomfort in the way she was sitting. "Wow, are you okay? You look like you're gonna throw up, or pass out or something."
"You... will not believe... how pent up I am," she confessed, even having to fan herself with her hand. "I am like a cat in heat right now... No offense."
"None taken," Blake snorted, glancing up and down Yang's body. Truth be told, she didn't really have enough experience to be able to tell the difference between feverish and aroused. "This... was really hard for you, wasn't it?"
"Hah!" She couldn't help but laugh sarcastically at that comment. Even in the few moments of sitting still, she was a twitchy mess. Taking a quick gaze to make sure no one was nearby, she quietened her voice down. "I usually do that once a night, and that's WITHOUT getting teased by Ice Queen all day!"
That caused something to stir in Blake's stomach. Not something she could be certain of, but it was quiet real. "Teasing you in what way? Sorry, you don't have to answer that if you don't want to, I guess, but... well, I'm curious."
"Well, remember how you said I needed her permission before I wore underwear again?"
"Yeah, I do." The Faunus's eyes went wide. "Don't tell me she wouldn't let you!"
"For my training, nope! But it gets worse..." Her cheeks were turning red again as she looked down toward her shorts, knowing exactly what was beneath. "What I am allowed to wear? Really doesn't help."
"What you're ALLOWED to-" Blake glanced back and forth. There were a few people there, but no one nearby. Even so, she leaned in to whisper, "Should I be asking, or are you not allowed to tell me, either?"
"Honestly? I can't describe them. But they're driving me crazy!" Crossing her legs over once again, she couldn't help but groan out as she tried to keep to herself. Oh how she just wanted to relieve her frustration there and then, even in the library! But not when she still didn't know Blake's answer.
The groan was what first awakened Blake's own desire. Never before had she felt quite this directly flustered in such a public place. Unconsciously, she bit her lip, scarcely able to believe that there was something going on under the shorts that might be making Yang a writhing, panting mess without anyone actually touching her.
"W-well, you could go ask Weiss to do something about it. After all, you did what you needed to do, it's been three days. I, um, I wouldn't blame you if you did."
The idea had crossed her mind. The time had passed, and Blake had just given her permission to do just that. But no... It had to be Blake. For reasons beyond her explanation, it had to be her.
"That depends on your answer."
"Oh, right." The exact thing she'd been avoiding thinking about because she didn't know how she felt. Then again, the fact that Yang was sitting in front of her, writhing back and forth in discomfort because she had denied herself pleasure for her sake... that was touching, and impossible to ignore. But what could she tell her?
"I don't suppose you'd want to wait until tomorrow?" Blake asked with a hesitant smile.
If it was anyone else, she would tell them to get lost. Or even rip them a new one herself. But Blake was way different. She wasn't doing this to tease, she was genuinely confused. And why wouldn't she be? Sharing a girlfriend wasn't exactly a typical situation.
So instead, she took a deep breath in, and sighed calmly. "If you want me to, then okay."
Yang was visibly shaking as she said this, her hips and thighs twitching urgently. Blake felt her heart leap up into her throat. "Really? You'd do that, even though you look like you're about to run and jump through one of these windows?"
Already she was as red as a tomato, hunching up her shoulders. "F-for you, yeah."
Curiosity took over. How could this be done? Glancing around, Blake spotted something she had never used: the elevator to the second floor of the library. It was only large enough for a few people, or one person in a wheelchair, and she'd never used it more than once.
However, it had something crucial: a "stop" button.
"Come with me," she whispered, jumping to her feet and calmly striding toward it with catlike grace.
Her own curiosity was piqued. What did Blake want with her now? Was this another test until she could find out her answer? But she would know nothing if she remained seated. And so like a puppy, she got up and followed closely behind the cat Faunus.
They both got in and the door slid shut. There wasn't a great deal of room in there, but it wasn't cramped, either. Blake thumbed the button for the second floor, and then waited, watching out the small window as the current floor slowly dropped away.
"Steady... and..." The minute the window was completely obscured by the actual floor between the first and second stories, she thumbed the button to bring the car to a shuddering halt.
"Huh?!" In the position the elevator was in, it would look like it was on the opposite floor from whichever door one would look at. It was impossible to see inside. Or for anyone to see them. "Wait... what are you d-"
"Show me," Blake cut across her. "Show me what Weiss made you do, I... for some reason, I have to know."
Were there cameras? Yang certainly hoped not. What choice did she have? She was trapped. Slowly, she trailed her hands down her body, until they got to her shorts. Which she then began to pull down agonisingly slowly. If she was wound up to the point of no return, she was going to take Blake with her.
The hesitance had a different effect on Blake than Yang intended. Frowning, she whispered, "Yang, y... I'm not saying you have to or I won't go out with you, okay? Say the word and we can leave, I'm not trying to force you into doing anything you're not ready to do."
"No, I..." No. Actions spoke louder than words. And this time, she was going to take control. And so, before Blake could get a proper look at what she was wearing under her shorts, she marched the girl into one corner of the elevator, leaning to whisper into her ear.
"Sit down and enjoy the show..."
All the blood drained from Blake's face. This had not been what she expected. She didn't KNOW what she expected; maybe for Yang to simply show her what Weiss had done, for Blake to extend some sympathy and then tell her that she could go sate her desires. Maybe a little more, but certainly not this.
"I... alright," she breathed timidly, slowly sliding down the corner and onto the floor.
Once she was seated, Yang took a step back. It was then that she slid the shorts the rest of the way down, and Blake would be able to see the tiny underwear that she was allowed to wear. Black, with a light blue snow flake across it. Weiss's snowflake. Across some of it, the words "reserved for Weiss Schnee."
But that was not all. Hands once again trailing down her body, she slowly lifted her top upward, making an effort to sway her hips from side to side in order to entice the girl even more. Until she pulled her top off. Revealing a matching bra, scarcely covering the peaks upon her breasts.
One of Blake's hands went to her forehead, shading her eyes as she tilted it down slightly so she could only see as high as Yang's thighs. Of course, she then would take repeated peeks upward. She simply wasn't ready to gaze steadily at the object of her heart's desire in such a way.
"S-so, she has you 'reserved', does she? For when? Or is that j-just a general statement?" Her voice was quivering as her heart pounded out a rhythm against her throat, making it hard to speak.
"I guess till... You reclaim me." That of course was a bit of an over-assumption. Blake hadn't given an answer yet, what if it was a no after all this? After she displayed everything for her?
"M-me?!" Blake was nearly having a panic attack. They hadn't even held hands or kissed, or anything, and Yang was talking about reclaiming?! Nevertheless, fire began to blossom throughout her body at the thought, paired with the sight of the panting goddess in front of her. Licking her lips, she whispered, "That... looks uncomfortable. Are they? I've n-never worn underwear like that."
"It's not painful or anything. Just... Not helping my situation..." Certainly, not helping. Her sex was soaked; having had no contact for days on end had made it that way. If it weren't for the underwear being black it would be visible.
Still, she knelt down to Blake, eyes full of lust and want. But there was something to be said first: "You can still say no, if you don't feel ready."
"I..." Blake wanted to scream "NO!" into her face, but she also knew that she did want this. She just didn't feel quite ready for what Yang was proposing. "Maybe if... you kiss me?" The minute she said it, she wished she could take it back, could jump up and hit the button and run from the elevator screaming. Too late now.
Every now and again, she saw that Blake was spying at the door. And to the buttons. She could read her partner like a book. "You're not comfortable with this yet, are you?"
A tear rolled down Blake's cheek as she admitted the horrible truth, one she'd rather not own up to. "No. I... want to be, I really want to be... but I can't, not everything you want to. Not yet."
From this reaction, and seeing how Blake wouldn't look at her after, it was like she expected Yang to scream at her. Perhaps that was something she had gone through before? It would explain why she was so upset by it, and so unwilling to say no from the start.
And so, instead, she gently leant forward, kissing her cheek quickly before she went to grab her clothes again. Sliding them on by her side without question. "It's okay to not be ready, Blake."
"Come here," Blake whispered the minute Yang had tugged on her shirt. When Yang reached for her shorts, she grabbed her arm in a vice-like grip and stopped her. "Please? I... just need..." Why couldn't she talk properly? What on earth was wrong with her?
Turning around to her partner again, she looked over inquisitively. "What's up?"
Unable to stand it any longer, Blake threw her arms around Yang and tugged her against herself, digging both hands into her back and through her hair and taking deep, shuddering breaths to keep herself from bursting into tears. She wanted Yang. Yes, she truly wanted to try being with her, despite this situation. There was enough between them to warrant giving it a shot.
"Just kiss me," Blake whispered. "I want that from you before anything else happens, good or bad. One kiss."
The sudden embrace left her surprised, but that didn't stop her from hugging back, from reaching one hand up on the top of her hair as she stroked it softly. Blake clearly wasn't ready for any if this, and Yang had pushed her too hard. Her only wish was to take it all back and ignore her ridiculous heat to start things slow.
But as she continued to pet her hair softly, she made soft "shh" noises every so often, nuzzling against her softly. "We can have that kiss, of course we can. But I want you to be okay, first off. That's what I'm more worried about."
"Oh, I'm fine," Blake whispered softly, even though the tears in the back of her throat seemed to speak to the contrary. "Yeah, I'm freaking out, but I know it's you, and you... would never hurt me. So thank you for being who you are."
Then, without meaning to, she kissed Yang's neck. After she did it, she worried that it might have been too sudden and that it might not be alright, given that she hadn't asked. But she got the opposite reaction: Yang smiled, leaning against her further as she continued to hold her. What else could she do to calm her friend down? Other than holding her close against her she could only think of one thing.
Reaching up further, she stroked the top of her head softly, brushing across the top of her ears as they flopped backward from her touch, taking extra care so as not to pull the bow off of her. It wasn't as intimate as Carm had tried in their kiss, but still soft touches.
After several seconds of this, Blake finally stopped her shallow breathing and took a long, slow breath. Following that, her tenseness visibly went down, and she finally drew back and leaned her forehead against Yang's. How could she have even remotely thought any portion of Yang's attention would not be enough?
"Kiss me," Blake whispered urgently. "Just a little."
"Alright." She was ready. She'd calmed down enough to be ready. That was what Yang wanted more than anything.
Tilting her head to the side, she leant slowly forward, taking Blake's lips with her own. At first, it was a slow, delicate kiss, just pecking at her lips. But soon after she opened her mouth slightly more as she captured Blake's top lip between hers.
That made Blake's body shiver again, but with excitement, not fear. This was beyond just a friendly kiss, this was passion, and this was affection. The blonde's lips were so smooth and perfect! Little time passed before she yielded to the advance, softening her lips so Yang might do as she wished.
Her hand moved from her ears, to her cheek. Caressing it softly and holding her in place, she worked to deepen the kiss, nuzzling the Faunus' lips open with her own. As time progressed, she risked even further, pressing her tongue forward against her bottom lip, brushing over it.
Another shiver, this one with a hint of fear. Would she be good enough at this for the more-experienced Yang? Deciding she was in for a penny already, she threw herself into the contact, widening to admit Yang's tongue, wondering if it would be much like it was with Carm, wondering if Yang was even enjoying this at all. But she did at least feel brave enough to trace one hand very hesitantly up Yang's shoulder and against her neck, holding her head in place.
Much to Blake's favour, Yang was enjoying it. Very much so. That was given away by the low toned growl that came from her as she pressed her tongue up against Blake's own, brushing softly against it. Unable to help herself, she wrapped her arms around her partner, only to then pull her backward and on top of her as she lay on the ground. She had debated whether or not to be the one on top, but given Blake's uncertainty, this felt better. At least this way, Blake could push off her easily.
At first, Blake didn't think anything of their positioning as she slowly climbed onto Yang's form, feeling their chests brush against each other. Then her hand grazed Yang's nearly-bare thigh and she froze.
They were about to do more than just kiss, weren't they?
"Yang?" Blake breathed, her mouth still a fraction of an inch from another one. "Wh-what is...?"
Looking back up to Blake again, she blinked a moment. Her heat had been rekindled; burning with desire throughout the kiss. But it wasn't something she was going to act upon if Blake didn't want her to. Blake was in control here.
"Don't worry about me," Yang said softly, hand brushing against her cheek. "What do you want?"
The next words were very hard to get out for Blake, and she pondered how best to word her feelings. Then she again noticed the way Yang was chomping at the bit, squirming uncomfortably and nearly begging for release. An idea finally came to her, and she immediately loved the sound of it. Question was, would Yang?
"So... maybe I'm not ready," she breathed nervously, and quickly followed up with, "but... I wondered if you might, um, consider something a little unusual."
The blonde tilted her head. What was she thinking? Her only hope was that it wouldn't be as cruel as what Weiss had done to her. "Go on?"
Now that she was about to say what was on her mind, Blake had second thoughts. Perhaps this was too depraved. Then again, Weiss had Yang parading about with dental floss for underwear, so perhaps it wasn't.
"Maybe I could just... watch?"
"Watch?" Then she knew what she meant. "Oh..." Cheeks flushing red again, she looked up at her Faunus friend shyly. She was on top of her still, and doing that in this position would be difficult, but not impossible.
Would she mind Blake watching, though? Part of her did, because she would be so helpless. So... weak. But another part didn't at all. If they were going to be together, they would see one another in that way often. Might as well test it out now.
"...I guess you could."
All of Blake's face flushed with heat. "I... you don't have to if y-you're not okay with it, but you shouldn't have to wait any longer because I'm being weird. Besides... I'd love to see how you handle yourself." Then she lowered her eyes. "That's weird, isn't it?"
"No. It's actually kinda... kinky," she confessed. One of her hands had already began to trail down her body in a smooth path, gliding along her soft legs until reaching her own sex. "Oh, do you need a better view?"
"Yeah, I do." Swallowing hard, again Blake backed into the far corner, noticing as she got further away that Yang was already prodding at herself through the thin fabric of the garment Weiss had saddled her with. To her surprise, the flash of irritation at seeing those words over Yang's most intimate area was rather mild. Perhaps it was because it wasn't Weiss in the elevator with Yang at that moment. She, Blake, was being given this honour.
"You really need this, don't you?" Blake remarked as she watched the fingers just beginning to prod at Yang's centre. "Maybe three days was too long. I'm sorry, Yang, I don't know why I even made you do that... it was cruel."
"Hey, you had good reasons for... the challenge. I didn't mind." But already, her fingers had begun to slide into her wet folds, coaxing a small moan from her as she ran them back and forth over it. It had been so long, she was indeed aching for this. She simply wanted to force her fingers inside herself, make it so quick that no one would be able to see just to get it over with; but she had a special audience to entertain.
Of course, Blake felt her own body beginning to respond to watching Yang do such a thing, but she ignored that for the moment. As she continued, the smallish garment slowly inched off to one side, providing even more of a view for her to feast upon. Which Blake suddenly felt like doing in the literal sense. She wouldn't, not this time, but for whatever reason it suddenly appealed to her to place her mouth on Yang's slick and needy sex. Simply imagining doing so was exciting enough for today; actual exploration could happen another time.
As Yang's finger wandered further upward, it coaxed a small moan from her. Usually, if doing these activities on her own, it would be a silent affair until her climax – especially if she needed to keep her voice down. But her need was driving her wild, and sating it was making her moan by herself.
Which she decided to intensify with the addition of her other hand. Whilst the first began to circle her clit, the other ran up and down, collecting wetness in its travels. Getting ready. But it was only then that she finally looked back toward Blake, half closing her eyes with sheer desire as she continued to touch her needy sex. She needed to see her, to imagine the things she could do to her. What Blake could do to her back. It was spurring on her arousal further.
The insides of Blake's stomach fluttered as she watched Yang use both hands on herself. She'd never even thought of such a thing the few times she'd tried this. Did it make such a difference? According to her ears, yes, it did. Their eyes met for a few seconds, emotions flowing between them before Blake turned hers down to stare at the soft pink petals that determined fingers were petting, at the small nub she was circling playfully. Perhaps, in future, she would be adding her own hands into the mix, helping send her battle partner into the throes of passion.
"You look so good, Yang. Like you... really love doing that. Tell me how it feels for you? Please?"
Through the gruff moans, and gasps for breath, Yang closed her eyes. How could she describe it? It was better then how it usually felt for some reason, possibly due to the wait, or to the fact the Faunus was watching.
"It's... It's like I'm getting hotter. Like I'm- ah!- like I'm finally able to end the torment. It's so good!"
The word "torment" shot through Blake like a flaming arrow. That hadn't been what she meant for Yang to feel, she had only wanted to see if Yang's feelings for her were genuine or merely a whim. Now that she stopped and thought about it, that was obviously a ridiculous thing to ever question; she'd never known the blonde to lie or lead anyone on.
"Yeah? So good that you... that you can't stop? Because I don't want you to stop, just do anything that comes naturally!"
"No, I can't stop. It's just so... So good!"
With that last word, she plunged the wet fingers inside herself, wasting no time as she began to pump them in and out of her aching wet sex. All whilst circling her clit again and again. It was like fire, fire that she needed more and more of. If only Weiss was there to touch her second opening again, that would spur on an incredible orgasm! But that could wait for another time.
Blake found herself leaning forward slightly to better see how the fingers dove in and out of the slick entrance, as if this were the crucial moment in a battle simulation or something similar. Of course, it wasn't, but this was as like that as it was like anything else for her: she was about to watch someone else orgasm for the first time. And that someone was Yang.
Someday soon, maybe she would be doing the same thing, and Yang would be watching her. Yes, this was precisely what she needed to make her feel more comfortable with the entire idea. To love and be loved? That could follow eventually, as well.
Further moans poured forth. More and more as she pushed her fingers deeper into herself, attempting to curl them upward to hit that spot that Weiss had touched many times. And doing so was bringing her close already to her limit! Continuing to try and make this as fun for Blake, however, she looked over to the Faunus, half closing her eyes again.
"Did you... Did you want to try?"
"T-try?!" Blake gasped, startled. "What would I be trying? On you, or..." The unspoken second option brought quite a lot of heat to her cheeks. Clearly, she was not ready to manipulate herself just yet.
Yang gasped once more to contain herself, licking her lips to stop another moan from escaping. Slowing her movements right down, she looked over to Blake. "Either... You can... you can help me if you want. Or you can... help yourself."
While it was true that Blake felt her core heating up merely from watching Yang torture her own body - and even more so from watching her tongue wet her luscious lips - she was still not quite ready to do more, either to her own nether region or to her partner. 'Next time,' she told herself inwardly, hating her own hesitance.
But she had another idea. "If... if I showed you more of myself, would that help you?" Once having said that, Blake felt silly for bringing it up. Her body was nothing special. Then again, she was quite enjoying watching Yang, so it stood to reason that Yang could want that after all. To make her meaning more clear, she opened the button on her vest.
'Holy shit.' It was all Yang could think as a button was undone. Even with just the one being undone, it was enough to give her a little more of a view of her chest, enough to assist her imagination. Yes, seeing more of Blake would be an excellent way of helping her.
"Yes! Y-Yes it would."
Why on Remnant did the great Yang Xiao Long want to see the body of some blushing bookworm? Especially when she had ready access to- but Blake stopped herself. Too long had she been comparing herself to the other girl in Yang's life, when obviously Yang was here with her now, not anyone else.
With trembling hands, the Faunus began to lift her tight white shirt, sliding it up and over her sizeable assets. Nowhere near Yang's magnitude, but quite perky and round in their own right. Her cheeks began to glow even more when she remembered putting on the lacy black bra that morning; it looked as if she had been expecting Yang to see it. Perhaps, on some subconscious level, she was.
It was even more perfect than the heated blonde could imagine. The assets her best friend possessed were simply perfect. They weren't too big so as to seem strange, nor were they too small to do anything with. They were wonderful for her. And seeing them was spurring her ever closer to an inevitable end, but there was one more thing she could think of to help even further.
"Would it... can we... kiss again?"
"Of course," Blake panted as she crawled up and pressed her lips against Yang's, not even hesitating this time. She could worry about whether or not she was ready to be kissing Yang while she orgasmed some other time. In that moment, it was Yang who needed all the attention. The kiss was much more heated due to her current state, but Blake didn't mind it in the slightest. This was what she had intended, wasn't it?
Right away, the blonde's tongue had begun to search for Blake's again, and once it had, it brushed up against it eagerly. Yes, this was perfect for helping her get over the edge, for helping her satisfy her heat after so long. And she could already feel the pressure beginning to build in her stomach.
In a rather small attempt to warn her, she moaned into her mouth again and again, movements of her hands speeding up in her final attempt.
"MMM! HMM! HMM!"
All Blake could do to encourage her was give the smallest of nods as she felt the tongue invading her mouth, as she held her close and pressed her nearly-nude breasts against Yang's. This seemed to be everything the blonde needed to push her over the edge, so far be it from her to deny her such a simple pleasure.
"MMMMMMMMM!"
Finally she growled into the kiss, unable to stop her body from shaking in her grasp, shaking against her as she was held close to her. White hot pleasure mixed with the knowledge that her partner was spurring it on all mixed into one incredible sensation, also fuelled by her sheer need after the three days. It was sensational.
So much so that as she came down from her high, her head felt light. It was a great effort to remain conscious.
Once she finally felt Yang relaxing in her arms, Blake gently laid her down against the floor of the elevator, still leaving light kisses on her mouth rather than the passionate one of a few seconds ago. Her hand began to pet along her abdomen, willing to go that far in touching her teammate now.
"Are you..." The phrase "are you okay" didn't seem appropriate, so she rephrased. "Was it, um, good?"
"You kiddin' me?" she panted, finally drawing her hands away from herself as she looked back up to the Faunus. All over her body she was sweating, and her face was entirely red. It had indeed been a good session. "T-That was... incredible."
"Then that's great," Blake whispered, kissing against the damp temple of her battle partner. "I'm glad you got that overdue release, and I'm sorry for making you wait in the first place. Wow... yeah, it's pretty easy to tell you were suffering before now."
"It's fine... seriously, it's fine. I-In fact... I think that's what made this better... A-And it, um... made me think." Looking back down at her mostly naked body, she couldn't help but gaze down at the symbol upon her underwear. All over her panties and bra. It was the mark of another woman. Another who she began to question her feelings for after all this time.
Sensing Yang's reticence to continue, Blake hugged her closer and spoke in a soft tone. "Oh? What's the matter?"
"I don't know anymore." Looking back up to Blake again, her expression this time was one of worry, despite what had just happened. "What we just did compared to what... what Weiss and I have done in the past... felt better. I can't explain why, because it's a different sensation. But it felt good."
"Okay, listen. I have the feeling that... you're trying to make a choice." Taking a deep breath, Blake cupped Yang's face and forced herself to say the next part, because it was truly how she felt despite selfish desires. "But I'm not asking you to do that. We can do this again, and you can do w-whatever you do with Weiss again. Maybe you get different things out of each person. I was really thrown off by the whole idea at first, and I'm still confused about it because it's new to me, but please... PLEASE don't think you have to choose between us just because of my hang-up!"
"Okay," she said, reaching up to hold one of the hands on her cheek. "I want to be with you both... But I feel like I need more time, more time to decide what's exactly going on in my head. I mean... sure, Weiss is damn good in bed, thanks to circumstances, but-"
But the instant she said that, she froze. She had NOT just brought the factor of Weiss's anatomy up, had she?
Luckily for Yang, Blake had no frame of reference to know what "circumstances" those might be. However, she did blush a deep scarlet at her mention of how they were together in bed. "I'm s-sure she is, and obviously you mean a lot to each other, so... don't do anything hasty, okay?"
"...I don't want to play around with you, though." She looked toward her, brows furrowing once again as she gave in, instead leaning forward to rest her head against her chest. "You deserve more than that, Blake. You deserve... Deserve more than me."
"Oh, sure I do. I'm such a great person I almost drove you crazy with my stupid 'condition' for me to think about dating you." Pushing past her nerves, Blake reached down and laid her hand on Yang's naked thigh. It was quite warm to the touch. "But you did prove yourself, that you were going to treat me well, it... I believe you now, okay? You don't have to do anything else, and that includes changing your relationships with other people."
Perhaps Blake was right in some areas. Nothing had to change, if that wasn't what Yang wanted. But that didn't mean that she couldn't treat her new girlfriend equally well. Perhaps that's what she needed to do in order to decide things, to figure out what she was getting out of each relationship.
"Maybe, uh, you and I could go back out to that club again? As a couple? Like a... fun little date."
Almost grateful for the subject change, Blake's face split in a huge smile. "I'd really, really like that." Then she cleared her throat and looked around warily. "Maybe we should get dressed before someone calls the maintenance crew."
"Heh, yeah." She chuckled, soon collecting her shirt from the ground, quickly slipping it back on again, along with her shorts. Then another idea came to mind. "Before we do go out, though... did you wanna go for a ride on Bumblebee with me? When the driver's sober, we can go pretty fast."
"Hey, is this just another excuse for you to get my arms around your waist again?" Blake asked as she tugged her shirt back down to cover herself.
"Damnit, my plan is foiled," she laughed, tugging her shorts back up and pulling her panties back over herself again. How did the Faunus manage to do that? To make her grin and be happy despite all the confusion.
"Not necessarily. Just because I know about it doesn't mean I'll do anything to stop it." With a wink, Blake pushed to her feet and reached down to help Yang up, as well.
Once back in order again, she gladly took her partner's hand, pulling herself back to her feet. And then remembered... "So... How do we get this working again?"
Shrugging, Blake reached past Yang - making sure to lean in very close as she did so, breathing against her neck - and thumbed the "stop" button again. "Easy."
And once again, the ever confident Yang Xiao Long was at the mercy of another woman, blushing crimson and weak at the knees. It was twice now she had been turned into a blushing mess by her lovers. One thing was sure: if both Blake and Weiss were alright with the arrangement, she could get used to that.
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She Wants The Dust	By : RWBYRemnants Category: +M through R > RWBY Views: 3206 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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She Wants The Dust