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White Noise
By : RWBYRemnants
Category: +M through R > RWBY
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Disclaimer: RWBY is not mine and I make no money from this fic
Chapter List
- 23
- 24
- 25
WARNINGS: BUMBLEBY. Drug use, truth or dare, chasing, underwear ripping, sex without a condom. This chapter is mostly skippable if you‘re not into Bumbleby.

=Chapter 24
What a heavy question. Did he care if Blake slept with her ex? While Yang expected to get blown off, or even raged at, Sun actually took a moment to think. He looked up at the ceiling, and began to chuckle, swaying his feet back and forth.
"Blake's her own person. I mean, we're together and I love her and everything, but if she wants to sleep next to someone else, kiss someone else, even fuck someone else while I'm not around; it's cool by me. I trust she still loves me at the end of the day. I mean, what’s the point in me trying to make her not do what she wants? Then she wouldn’t be happy. That’s no good. "
This yet-more-forthright permission from her boyfriend left Blake speechless. When he last said he didn't care, it could have been a joke, or at least less than serious. Now he had literally told them they could sleep together and they would have his blessing. It made her love him all the more…
But also made her consider it, far more earnestly than when they had kissed. Her and Yang, again? They had both put a lot of effort into burying their past, and all the feelings that were associated with that time in their lives. Was it really in anyone's best interests to reopen that can of worms?
It wasn't too long after that Sun got a notification on his phone, which made him sit himself upright again as he looked out the window. Sure enough, a car was parked by the curb. "Well, looks like my cab's here. Time for me to be in it, and stuff!"
"Aww, already? But I was going to get the lube for you to test The Yang Wang." Yang continued to tease him, but managed to stumble up onto her own feet again to pace over to the other blonde. Immediately she wrapped her arms around him, patting him on the back; a rather masculine gesture, perhaps, but one Yang never broke the habit of. "Thanks for coming over today, man. Shitty movies were the best way to spend the day."
"You know it." He grinned in return, parting with her to help his girlfriend to her feet. Once she stood with them, he immediately wrapped his arms around her, and pressed a quick kiss on her lips. "See you soon, babe. And no more weed – I mean it!"
"Okay, okay," she half-grunted, half-laughed. Kissing him back again, she walked him to the door before adding onto that. "Listen… about me and Yang. That's not- I mean, I’m not actually planning on-"
"Look, whatever you both do, I don't give a shit," Sun repeated. He was well aware Yang was in the living room still, and unable to overhear. She was probably still too high to do anything about it anyway. "Like I said before, Yang's someone you know, someone I know now. Not some random stranger off the street. I trust her if you do."
He looked toward the doorway one more time, just to make extra sure she wasn't there, before leaning back in closer. "But just ask yourself, are you prepared for what it’ll mean , if it happens? She's still pretty shaken up about Weiss. Are you gonna be okay if you end up as her rebound?"
That single word crushed Blake in a way she couldn't explain: "rebound." So what? Of course it wouldn't mean anything if they hooked up. She was with Sun, after all. Still… being merely another way for Yang to dull the pain besides weed and booze was not exactly a high selling point. Even if it was to help an old and dear companion.
"Thanks for looking out for me," was all she said, and she meant it. But her concerns were to remain private. Instead of sharing them, she hugged him and sent him on his way.
Now it was just the two of them. As she returned to the living room, self-conscious about her missing shirt and the flush that lingered in her cheeks, she also noticed Yang's missing shorts. And the bulge that was no longer being hidden by the baked blonde. Especially not when she had taken up the entire soda while they were both out of the room, sprawling out completely over it to make sure Blake had no room whatsoever. Still high as a kite, she was only giggling and chuckling to herself, grinning mischievously.
"I'm a fucking couch now."
Luckily for both of them, that was the best way for Blake to have been taken out of the somber mood that Sun had started brewing within her. Snorting, she walked over and said, "Oh, are you? And how long have you known you're a sofa? Do you want me to go with you to pick out upholstery?"
"I've known since the beginning of time, that I want pretty people to sit on me… That's a sofa, right?" She swayed her head back and forth as she tried to fumble her words together. Credit given, she was doing far better than if she was drunk, but still made little sense. Especially when the sitting part was about to be tested.
When Blake made her way over and tried to move Yang's legs, she quickly used her foot to push Blake away. "Neeeehhh…"
"Fine," Blake sighed with a roll of her eyes. "You leave me with no choice, then; guess I have a new couch."
Making a huge production out of it, she turned and sat down - right on Yang's pelvis. And right away, Yang was starting to lean forward, legs instinctively trying to pull themselves in and away, but it was no use! Blake had sat herself down, made herself comfortable.
Right on the bulge. One which was getting warmer every minute Blake was there, gaining stiffness that was starting to get pressed against Blake's shorts also. Even if she was too high to notice properly, Blake certainly would; she was more used to being stoned and not nearly so blissfully unaware while under the influence.
And would notice even more when Yang tried to shuffle her hips around to try and get her off, yelling, "Cheater! Cheater!"
"How is that cheating?!" she giggled, doing her best to ignore Yang's body reacting. Maybe, subconsciously, this was why she had chosen that particular area to sit on but it was also where she had been standing in front of. Either way… t he warm erection felt great up against her rear through her shorts. Familiar, and hot. Already she could feel her own sex responding, starting to lubricate itself in preparation for what it expected to happen next.
And as Yang tried to lean up, she made a quick move to grasp Blake's arm instead, quickly yanking it toward her to pull her down with her. It had managed to get her off the ever-growing erection, but now instead, pulled her somewhere even more awkward. Pulled their chests right up against one another, their faces right near one another. Both with giddy grins and dazed expressions, both not a care in the world. But just like that first evening, Yang could feel Blake's breath against her lips once more. Far too intimate for close friends yet again…
Blake kissed Yang's cheek, a safer area. She whispered, "Best couch ever." Then she leaned down and left their noses touching, close enough that a kiss could be imminent, if one of them was brave enough to push inward. Brave, or reckless.
Maybe both. Yang found herself staring back into the amber eyes she had been with those years ago. Eyes she had once longed for, pined after. They'd been a source of comfort in the past, one only shared with the blue eyes of Weiss Schnee. In a way, Blake reminded her of her, the way she was overly cocky when it came to getting things she wanted, even a small giddy grin like hers. The more Yang stared, the more she was beginning to picture her ex-girlfriend, projecting her onto her even older ex-girlfriend. Not that she would tell her.
She instead acted selfishly, leaning up and pressing their lips together roughly. She was desperate for something – she wanted Weiss, but Blake was no consolation prize. Comfort was what she needed right now. Without even thinking about it, her hands fell to Blake's backside, grasping her cheeks firmly.
Immediately, there came a startled moan from deep in Blake's chest as she felt the pressure so close to the area she had been straining to ignore. Yang was really going for it! Even up until that moment, Blake had never dared expect this would happen; too much history, too much pain in her ex's heart from both two weeks ago, herself, and all the lovers in between. Tears began leaking from Blake's eyes unbidden as she felt the outpouring of desire from below her, and she returned it with a hurricane force from inside of herself that had been held at bay by uncertainty and "the right thing to do", and a million other things that no longer mattered. Now, all she wanted was to feel more of the girl beneath her.
Feel more she would. Feel those grasping hands at her rear move up to her back, slowly bringing themselves upward and resting on her shoulders instead. She would feel one of her them entering her hair, lightly scratching her scalp as she pulled her face in closer. She'd feel a tongue slide against hers once again, rhythmically back and forth.
Only this time, Yang's kiss seemed different to the first time they made out on that sofa. That time, she was well aware who she was making out with, and why; the single moment slipped by and they kept it from turning into more. But now everything was so muddled she didn't even know which way was up anymore. She just wanted the affection Weiss could no longer give. To the point she was picturing it was Weiss she was with right now – which she would hate herself for in the morning.
The more they writhed together, lips fused and hands roving, the harder it was for Blake to ignore the thick, rigid presence grinding into her hip. Much though she wanted to, it was there, so very there - and her intoxicated state made it difficult for her to back down or think rationally. Finally, when they broke for air, she seized on the opportunity.
"Mm, that was fun," she panted, turning her face aside before Yang could kiss her again. One hand was clutching hard at her shoulder while the other petted along her blonde hair. "Now… now I should let you get to bed. I'm so tired, I should, too… long day…"
Forced to come out of the daze instead, Yang looked up toward her and blinked for a moment, attempting to compose her thoughts. This wasn't Weiss she was making out with. This was Blake — her ex-girlfriend, Blake. A good woman, yes, and still just as gorgeous and sweet and desirable after all those years apart… but an ex nonetheless, one she agreed to not hurt any longer. Because that's all she could think she would do, hurt her.
Yet, she didn't move. She didn't continue, she didn't push away… only waited for Blake to make the following move. Only that could determine if this was what she really wanted after all, and wasn't just doing what she thought Yang wanted. But she did at least manage to keep herself still, bite her lip and keep from moaning.
“Yang…” The hand came up from her hair to run through her own black bangs. “We’ re both really fucked up right now in about a dozen different ways. Are … you sure you want me? Want this? ”
The more she felt Blake shuffle around, the worse the problem situation in her undies was getting. Usually it would only get to half-length without direct stimulation, but now weed was added in the mix… a little grinding had her desperate for more. There were so many different voices in her head. Some screaming this was a mistake, some that she needed to stop now, others in the distance that were asking 'What would Weiss say about this?' But those were the ones that pushed her forward in the end. Weiss wasn't there, she wasn't going to be there. Ever again. And it would be a long long time before she could find someone she was so comfortable with that she could do this with, man or woman. Blake had the hard part out the way, she already knew she was trans. Anyone else would take days, even weeks to tell them.
And Blake still wanted her. There was no reason she should after all those years, the breakup, knowing she was on the rebound after Weiss… seeing her at her lowest point. It was impossible, yet the flush in her ex’s cheeks was unmistakable. If she didn’t take this opportunity, when would the next come along?
Licking her lips, she took the selfish option again. "Yes."
"Really? You're sure…" Her tone had changed very subtly, and her hips began to buck. "That you want to do things the way we did before? I mean, y-you’re a woman, so I don’t want to assume; I'd be flexible if you wanted to do this another way."
And the final nail in their coffin went in when Blake whispered, "But I mean, you remember how flexible I am."
"Hnnn…" Tilting her head to one side, she couldn't help but begin to smile at that remark, and the memories that came with it. A few thoughts came to mind of what she wanted to try, things she missed, good positions in general. But one in particular had stuck in her mind. And she knew she wanted to try it again. Not that she expected it in these circumstances.
"Not here," she spoke quietly. "In the… l-let’s go upstairs."
With that, Blake saw no point in beating around the bush any further. Pushing to her feet, she grabbed Yang by the collar and dragged her up into her arms again, reengaging their lips with such ferocity that it almost seemed like all her reticence from earlier had been an act.
Almost.
Yang had no choice but to obey. Clutching and grasping again, one of her hands had a handful of her hair, pulling at it lightly to add a sensation of pain to the mix. Just enough to make things exciting. The other was grasping her backside, making it increasingly difficult as they were pacing towards the stairway in the midst of their kisses.
Next, the kitten did something she hadn't done with Yang in years. She stepped away, pushing Yang backward as she squeaked, "Catch me if you can!"
Then she was off like a shot up the stairs. Yet again Yang had stopped for a moment, blinking repeatedly. She hadn't heard that phrase for at least four years. She knew its purpose was to get them up the stairs and frisky as quickly as possible, rather than fumble around forever on them. In a way, that 'no messing around' attitude made things even better. But it also reminded her of chasing Weiss around the tour bus, trying to snatch up ‘the princess’ and claim her…
As she ran up the stairs after her, the blonde brute found herself less concerned about who and more about what they were doing. The indication in her underwear was more than enough to tell anybody where her mind lay. A week with nothing after steady sex for months could do that to a person. And now she had consent to release that pent up energy with someone, she found herself grinning, getting more into it.
When she found Blake, she was all the way on the far side of the bed, smirking and waggling her hips from side to side, ready to dart at a moment's notice. Her hands slowly lowered to "paw" at the bedsheets, and both eyes were trained on Yang… and on what Yang was about to offer her.
"Mrrrow?" she tried. Silly thing to do, of course, but they had a history with it. The words and sounds of it were buried in antiquity, and reviving them felt wonderful, if strange.
It was definitely helping Yang. It was helping her separate this from Weiss. Even if pretending she was with Weiss again might feel good for a minute, it was unfair to Blake. She needed to keep the two separate so as not to hurt her feelings. With a low smirk, she tried to remember back to the things Blake liked instead. A few thoughts came to mind, like how she enjoyed Yang to be very dominating at times, by pulling her hair, biting her neck. But she needed to catch her first. Dashing forward, she hopped up onto the bed, crawling over immediately.
And Blake fulfilled her expectations, sprinting away from that side of the bed and toward the closet door. The look on her face was a little dazed from the substances in her bloodstream, but still full of pure glee otherwise. Nothing made her feel more desired than pursuit.
"Awwwh that's just making this hard…" Then she looked downward. "…Pun intended."
Hopping back off the bed again, she ran to the other side of it, trying to catch Blake as quickly as she could. It was after two more attempts that she finally grasped Blake's arm, and pulled her backward with her onto the bed. In little to no time, she crawled on top of her, pressing her pelvis right up to Blake's again. Only this time it was deliberate. That much was obvious when she began bucking gently.
"You want this, baby?"
Blake panted, brain soaked with the adrenaline from the chase, and from lust for her old flame. Though her body might be different, her spirit would always be what drove her passions wild, she now realized. Yang was always Yang, was still Yang now even though her form was new. Better suited to who she was inside.
"Yeah, I want whatever you have," she whispered shakily, pretending to squirm under the body on top of her. "Give it to me… claim me…"
Once more their lips met in a frenzy. This time, there were occasional breaks, mainly for Yang to remove her shirt, and Blake to remove her bra. That was the upper half done for them both. Next was the lower. As she continued to assault Blake's mouth with her lips and tongue, she frantically tried to pat down and find Blake's shorts and attempting to shuffle them downward. She wanted Blake now. She needed her now.
A groan started deep in Blake's throat as she felt how desperately Yang wanted those shorts off, as she helped make that happen. She was like an animal, and she couldn't remember her ever being that… ferocious. Hungry. Didn't even stop to pay her chest the usual amount of attention. The Yang she knew loved to savor the moment, to…
That wasn't right of her to think. The Yang she knew — Ying — might have the same soul, but she was also a person who had another several years of experiences between then and now. Not all of them pleasant. She had no right to complain, especially when every little action was driving her desire into the stratosphere.
With a groan of frustration, Yang finally managed to push the shorts down with her hands, using her legs to shuffle them down the rest of the way. Letting Blake kick them off along with her socks, she continued their passionate kisses as the hands trailed back upward. Back to the same place where she used to pay her attention.
A hand cupped one of her breasts, the other still stroking her body up and down. Before, when they were together, the amount of time Yang would spend on Blake's chest was heavily influenced by her own desire for breasts of her own. She quite often used to touch and grope, dreaming of what it would be like on her instead. Of course, Blake somewhat knew that. But not to this extent. Not now that it seemed like the small grope was all she was getting.
Meanwhile, Blake decided she should keep up the good work - by raising her feet up to Yang's hips, catching the waistband of her underwear with her toes and gently sliding them down. This was a parlor trick she was probably prouder of than it made sense for her to be, but it did save time. Now Yang was completely nude, and her hands fell to the firm, supple hind cheeks she had missed so much, kneading and gouging into them with her fingernails.
Only this time, while before it would have been a simple grunt of pleasure, Yang full on moaned into Blake's mouth. Tensing her muscles against the fingers massaging them, she parted their lips so she could moan again properly, and look down at those amber eyes.
But that wasn't what she wanted. Not tonight. Although in the nights prior to this she had craved for Weiss's touch there again, for someone to give her region the attention; that wasn't how she and Blake worked. She was used to being the more dominant one before, and wanted to do that again.
Once more; that position she thought of earlier had come to her mind. "Flexible?" she asked, one hand resting on her leg. "Think you can still get a leg on my shoulder?"
Blake only replied with actions rather than words, moving her legs out to either side and angling them up to perch ankles on Yang's shoulders. The position was a little bit of a strain, but it was very satisfying for both of them that she could still manage it after all these years. Of course… there was the unspoken truth of why she still could, but they weren't thinking about his role in her life at the moment.
"Good enough?" she breathed shakily, thigh muscles taut and the pressure on her stomach changing her breathing patterns.
"Not… quite," Yang breathed. She kept a hold of one of her legs, securing it on her shoulder. But the other she brushed aside. It was a slightly rougher position than what most couples would do when they were reuniting after so long, but there were ulterior motives to why Yang wanted to. In her subconscious, she remembered when she asked Weiss of her favorite position. And that this was it. Yet again, even though she had separated Blake from Weiss, she couldn’t help chasing little ghosts of their relationship.
Except there was something she had forgotten. Blake's underwear. Which was what she felt as she ground herself against her with her bare sex, she groaned about in frustration again. "How the fuck did I forget underwear?"
Grinning at Yang's observation, she offered, "You're a little too eager, maybe?" But when Yang didn't seem much comforted by that, she reached up and stroked along her bare arms. "It's okay, we can spare the five seconds it will take t-"
"Nah."
Such a simple response, but that was followed by an even simpler one that showed just how hungry she really was for this. When Yang's hands left her leg, they reached down to the underwear, both grabbing a part each as she managed to pull it harsh, and hear a rip. Thankfully, Yang had made sure to check they weren't an expensive type in any way. Just plain old purple cotton; not as fancy as the bra she was wearing earlier. Still, they were ruined now.
The smile fell off Blake's face immediately, replaced with one of mingling desire and anxiety. She had not been expecting that; even though they had torn clothing before in their frenzy to be with each other, that was a long time ago, when they were hormone-crazed teenagers. This had been a more deliberate act. Even though she didn't care about the underwear really, it was the blatant disregard for anything that stood between Yang and getting laid that stopped her heartbeat for a moment.
"O-oh," she finally managed as she felt herself being lulled back toward passion by the feeling of thick arousal against her untrimmed bush. "Th-that works too." Then she gulped and glanced down, ashamed. "Um… sorry I'm a little furry right now, it's…" She was two seconds away from saying "Sun doesn't care if I shave" when she realized that might not go over very well in this moment, so she simply fell silent.
Yang spared herself a quick glance downward toward the supposedly offending area. Not that she could say a thing against it. After all, her own was just as bad above her thick arousal. In fact…
"H-Hey… It looks pretty good from… um…" Seeing both her member and Blake's sex, both right next to each other and rubbing against one another brought home just exactly what was going to happen. She and Blake were going to have sex. After so many years of no contact, they were about to reunite with their bodies – cross the line they had set themselves to remain friends. While the violent red blush on her face was saying one thing, she was questioning the soundness of this decision once again.
"A-Are… you sure you’re okay with this?"
"I don't care if you don't care," she whispered with a shrug of her shoulder, still embarrassed and not realizing they had changed topics. "God, why didn't I just grab the razor this morning when I thought about it? I feel so stupid now!"
Before more of the thoughts could tell her otherwise or make her stop, she immediately shook her head to rid herself of them, took hold of Blake's leg and began to thrust herself forward against Blake's wetness yet again. Right in between her lips, back and forth, she felt her member gathering the warmth that was already there, making her cock glisten in the faint light. Even when it wasn't in yet, each push forward made her shiver, and caused a shaky moan.
That did the same for Blake, her back arching as she felt Yang preparing to enter. They were really doing this; she was going to have that beautiful example of phallic bliss inside of her body once more. Oh, how she had missed it - a lot more than she allowed herself to think about in the past few years. And as she looked up at Yang's golden hair, her soft, beautiful face, she was stunned by how womanly she had become all over again. And that it suited her perfectly, despite her memories of how she had been before, and her preference toward men.
This was how Yang was always supposed to be, and it surprised her even more to find that she preferred this Yang. The true Yang.
"Here we go…" she whispered to herself, drawing her hips back as she lined herself up with the entrance. So many years had passed since she had done this with Blake, and in that time, it was filled with a range of emotions. Mostly crashing lows, angry outbursts, all to do with the changes and hatred of her body. Now all that was behind her, she was able to enjoy the highs. At least, she could if she wasn’t so screwed up by the breakup with Weiss.
But an alternate high had pushed the mumbled thoughts out for the night, and she focused only on herself and on the woman below her. Pushing herself forward, she gasped as she felt the warm wetness surrounding her sex once more. And she didn't stop there. She was so eager to get started, she continued until feeling her hip contact with Blake's thigh when she was fully inside.
The gasp of mingling surprise and ecstasy was familiar, comfortable. Not as pronounced as the times Weiss had made such a noise, not so taken aback; this was old territory for the older girl, and one she and Sun had covered in the interim between the last time Yang had invaded her and now. The leg on Yang's shoulder twitched obviously as she strained to hold in her reaction from being too negative or off-putting. They both knew she had tended to make inadvertent noises that sounded like she wasn't enjoying herself in the early days, and it still took a degree of control to suppress those.
"Ohhhhh, Yang… so good, you're so good… I missed you…"
Hanging onto her leg like it was her only crutch, she honestly didn't know how to respond. She did miss Blake. She didn't want to admit it, not with the feelings that were still very real, nearly as much as for Weiss; but she did miss the different scenery, those odd sounds she would make at the start, the way her body would occasionally twitch when it was first taken. Odd small memories she had forgotten up until now, all returned.
And Blake herself. She was a fantastic friend and a deep, beautiful soul. It was a shame it took this to make her remember that.
"Hmm…" She purred in response, beginning to draw her thick member back out again. As she looked down to her member, she could see just how much Blake had been wanting this just by how wet it was. She truly needed this. And Yang did too, shown when she immediately thrust back in afterwards.
"AHHNNHH!" Blake moaned aloud, head thrown back and thighs doing their best to part further. Impossibly, it seemed to have gotten bigger since the last time. Not that she was complaining in the slightest.
And right away, Yang settled herself into a quick rhythm. There was a world of differences between her and Weiss, some of which were very intimate details, like how much easier it was to get going quickly with Blake than with Weiss's body. Possibly because Blake was so turned on beforehand, or because she was used to it. Then there were differences in their behavior. Weiss was very vocal, she liked to talk about how things felt and how they made her feel emotionally as well, along with moaning rather loudly and rhythmically. Blake on the other hand, she was more one to lay back and pant heavily, with the occasional moan when her sweet spot was touched. Animalistic.
Yang? Always the same. Always one to get into a rhythm, and moan rather quietly into her own heavy breathing, which she did. As she pushed herself in and out, she continued to grasp Blake's leg, even leaning her head against it to pepper it with small kisses. Anything she could give attention to, she would.
A quiet "oh!" fell from Blake's lips when she felt another set on her leg, lavishing it with affection. As she vaguely remembered, those lips were quite talented in many, many areas. If they were doing this again, maybe she would have the pleasure… but that was too much to hope for at this juncture. Maybe Yang just needed one good fuck, just once. No sense getting her hopes up.
Either way, the good fuck was definitely underway. Yang continued the firm thrusts into her, slamming herself right into Blake's body with more force this time. And then the speed was increasing as well. It truly was a carnal hunger, nothing but a dense craving she needed to satisfy. One brought on by a mixture of her sadness and the illicit substance in her system. Either way, it seemed to be helping. That was becoming obvious when she threw her head back, moaning out toward the air.
"Mmmmm, yeah," Blake moaned, letting her arms fall overhead as Yang took complete control of their copulating, grinding in and out of her walls with exquisite, relentless force. Nothing mattered now but that tingling of her flesh around the massive cock, and the vision of the blonde delivering it into her with increasingly reckless abandon.
Blinking her eyes open as best she could, she tried to look down toward Blake again. The elated look on her face said it all; she was enjoying this. Enjoying it a lot. She remembered that face all too well even after four years. And no doubt her own was going to be a picture. Talking of which…
"Look at me," Yang asked of her. She remembered how Blake liked to be commanded, told to do simple little things. She wanted to see if that'd changed. "Look at… what I'm doing to you."
After a few more thrusts, her amber eyes fluttered open again and she craned her neck to look down. She could only see Yang's breasts bouncing rhythmically in time with her bodily movements. A mass of yellow hair and her own splaying toes. Craning yet further, she was finally able to glimpse what Yang wanted her to see.
One of her favorite things about their bedroom romps had always been the very different hair colors blending together into one. A thick trunk stretching out from a blonde canopy, reaching down into her own midnight thicket. Over and over and over. Her throat felt hoarse from moans and wails and smoking earlier, and trying not to cry from how beautiful it felt.
"God you're so… i-incredible!" She struggled to find a word as Yang continued the fast and hard pace. That one would have to do. Then the telltale signs began. Against Blake's pelvis, Yang's lower half was beginning to quiver, and her moaning was beginning to get higher in pitch. She was nearly there! Very nearly.
Only at that point did it occur to her: they had missed a step. One that was somewhat important. But she herself was too far gone to stop, or ask Yang to stop. Even just to pull out.
"Yang!" Blake screamed in her quiet way, softly intense, muted yet unhinged. She would do absolutely anything for her, she now realized. Anything in the world.
"Hah… Ah! AAAH!" Yang's calls were ascending in pitch yet again as she delivered her last few firm thrusts. And then she was done for. She felt her body shuddering violently against Blake's leg as she yelled out loudly, and her length throbbing inside Blake's body. Felt it releasing its seed into the latex coveri-
Shit.
As soon as the climax ended, and Yang was holding herself there while trying to catch her breath back, her eyes went wide. She forgot something horrendously important, something she should have remembered no matter what. No condom. No fucking condom, what the hell was she thinking?!
Blake's face got stuck in the "oh" position when she felt hot liquid spurting deep into her, splashing against her inner walls. They had done it; Yang came inside her. That was something she had not felt in a very, very long time; Sun always wore one, and so had the boyfriend she had between Yang and him, and Yang herself before that. Any guy who approached her and wanted to "ride bareback" got the brushoff.
Until now. Despite Yang not being a man, she still had something that could change her entire life when handled improperly, as they had just done.
"Shit…" Yang said aloud this time, using Blake's foot to push herself backwards and out of her. She didn't bother to take a moment to gaze down at Blake's body this time, something she used to do in the past; this time she was gazing out into nothing, mouth slightly agape as thoughts rushed through her head of what she had just done.
Then she was pulling at her thick blonde hair, hard. "Shit shit shit!"
"Baby, it's okay," Blake was gasping immediately; she tried to sit up, but she couldn't quite manage yet. Her legs were too shaky and her arms refused to support her weight. "I'm on Nexplanon - I mean… the implant. It's… you're okay, we're gonna be fine."
Taking a moment to herself to breathe heavily, she gazed downward blankly. Hands were beginning to loosen from the thick blonde hair, but she was at least not panicking. If anything, now she was simply angry at herself. "How could I be so fucking dumb to forget that?!"
However, Blake was distracted by something else. "Oh, I… I'm sorry, I didn't mean to call you ‘baby’." That pet name was automatic; she hadn't used it much, but she did for both Yang and Sun on rare occasion. But that was back when Yang was her ‘boyfriend’; not now. That definitely should not be allowed without some serious discussion. Her voice got a lot quieter as she repeated, "I'm sorry."
"I could have got you pregnant," Yang finally managed, still somewhat deaf to what Blake had been saying. Particularly, she hadn't heard Blake's apology, nor realized what it was about; this was the larger concern to her. Instead she just ran her hand through her hair, and shakily sighed. "Didn’t even stop to think, just… just jumped right in without a second thought… and I've always been so careful before. What's wrong with me?!"
Without another thought in her head, Blake reached up and pulled hard at Yang's body, hoping to drag her down on the bed next to her. There was a slight yelp when that happened, as she was pulled down against the bed and down by her side instead. It did the job, shut her up and stopped her complaining about herself. But when she lay completely blankly by Blake's side, it was obvious she was still thinking about it. And still thinking exactly on what they'd done in general.
"Listen. We're fine. I'm covered; I mean, I usually ask for a condom anyway to be extra-safe, but I'm… it's not going to hurt me." Sighing, she pet Yang's hair needily, regretfully. "God, I knew this was stupid - I shouldn't have let this happen while we're stoned, neither one of us thought this through…"
The petting had seemed to begin snapping her out of it. At least to the point when she was actually looking at Blake. However, she still seemed genuinely saddened about what had happened. And as she finally shuffled herself over to huddle herself against Blake, she sighed again. "I just can't believe I'd forget the risk; I never, ever wanted to hurt you."
But Blake was already shaking her head before she even finished. "No, you didn't hurt me. I know you would never do it on purpose, and like I said, I'm fine. Even if somehow the implant doesn’t head that off, there’s always the morning after pill. Nobody died, and everything’s totally okay." Her lips pressed against Yang's forehead. "Better than 'okay', if we're being honest, here. That felt… pretty, um…"
Blinking again, Yang was starting to look down at them both. Her reddened, spent cock was still so close to Blake’s little patch of dark fur. Aside from that, they were both completely drenched with sweat, and both still exhausted from what had happened. Only just beginning to realize that was what Blake was talking about, she smiled lightly. "Pretty… good? Or bad?"
"Pretty sure you know 'pretty good'," she teased back with an equal grin, resting their foreheads together as she began to recover from their vigorous activity. "Ohhh… shit. This is stupid, but if we never do this again, I'm kinda… glad we forgot the condom; it was nice to feel you right up against me just once. And you felt so good in there, just you and me…"
'Just you and me.' Yang thought about that comment rather deeply. It could have been nostalgia talking, a comment that Blake just used to make in the old days; or was there more to it than that? Did Blake really want it to be just them again? And forget Sun?
Yang didn't want that. She knew it from the very start when they were kissing. She wanted a vent, yes; somewhere to let out all her emotions and help her lose all the pent-up stress. Of course, it was also wonderful to get to visit old stomping grounds with a woman she still loved, in some complicated way or another. But she was still heartbroken from losing her white-haired starlet. And she would be, for a long long time.
Either way, still high from the substances, she was in no state to think about it too much. All she did was begin to nuzzle into the pillows and hope sleep would keep her from having to care as soon as possible.
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White Noise	By : RWBYRemnants Category: +M through R > RWBY Views: 1666 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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White Noise