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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
- 26
- 27
- 28
WARNINGS: Bumbleby. Trans body dysphoria. Blowjob, light pain play, degradation.

=Chapter 27
While Weiss was debating the pros and cons of Neon Katt, Yang was faring considerably worse. Things didn't improve over the following weeks like Blake had promised Sun they would. Yang was always on the sofa, or in her room, either on her phone or playing video games. Sometimes Sun would come over and offer to take her with him to the gym, but she declined, asking if they could watch another terrible movie. Either way, she had barely left the house in all that time.
The remains of her pay were dwindling, getting lower and lower as she spent it on pointless junk food, booze, and more weed. She even had her own hash pipe, and was smoking every day rather than just a few times per week. When Blake had asked her to cut down, out of concern for her wallet and her health, she did - but on the junk food instead. Nobody wanted to say it, but everyone was thinking it: Yang was burning out.
And today was another day she couldn't get out of bed. All she could do was sit up, staring at her phone blankly and the image Ruby sent that morning. It was a screen capture of the interview, in which Weiss was very visibly wearing the guitar pick – as a necklace. After all this time, she never moved on. And that was bringing tears to her eyes.
Maybe she really did throw it all away for nothing. She should have trusted Weiss – trusted their love. But every time she thought about ruining her whole career, she knew she did what she had to do.
Then there came a brief knock at the door. It was Blake; of course it was. "Yang, you up? They're doing some electrical work at the office so they sent all of us home after we did some paper filing. I, um…" A lengthy pause. "I thought we could try job-hunting again. Just see what's out there; maybe if you see the places in person instead of just on craigslist you might find somewhere to start."
There was nothing from Yang for a good solid minute as she continued to stare down at her phone, at the image of the woman she still wasn't over. And from this evidence, she obviously wasn't over her either. Ruby had meant well, but the effect was the opposite. It made her feel even worse. As she rested the phone down against the mattress, she ran her hand through her now unkempt greasy hair, realizing she was yet to answer Blake.
"Yeah? Sure, um… Whatever you want."
By this point, Blake had opened the door and was standing over her with a frown in place. When she spotted the picture of Weiss still up on the phone, able to make it out just before the screen automatically went dark to preserve power, her frown deepened.
"Yang… I don't have a nice way of saying this, but I don't think staring at pictures of her is gonna make you feel any better."
Instinctively Yang drew the hand with the phone back in toward herself, even flinching very slightly away from Blake as she shuffled over to one side. But that didn't seem to make the frown go away, only seemed to make Yang herself continue to stare at the ground. "It's all I have."
"What am-" Blake stopped herself. She was going to say something out of anger that would further push the boundaries of their relationship, even past the two or three times they had slept together. Demanding to know if she didn't count for anything. That wasn't going to help matters at all.
"Listen, you have to let her go. If you can't go back to her, and she can't come to you, then… then there's no sense in killing yourself over this anymore, is there?"
"Isn't there?" It was such a small phrase to add to the end of her motivations, but enough for some, who were looking for signs to worry about Yang's mental wellbeing.
"What? Don't be like this, you know there's a lot left going for you." She was still irritated and worried, but she sat down next to Yang and put her arm around her back. "Me and Sun, for one thing. And we'll go out today and get you some part-time work; just to get you energized, motivated. Nothing permanent yet."
Yang ended up with her head in her hands, leaning forward as she groaned into them. It was enough for Blake to see that Yang was in a complete mess, and absolutely no state to go out looking for work. Not with hair as messy as hers and not when the smell of weed lingered around the hoodie she hadn't taken off for three days.
"I'm screwed, Blake," she managed to say softly. "And half-baked, and I smell. Who in their right mind would hire me right now?"
Against her own will, she had to admit Yang made an excellent point. The blonde looked like she'd been through hell and hadn't bothered to shower in a while. She herself had gone through a phase like that a few years ago, where she stopped caring about her appearance and hygiene, but even then she hadn't quite sunk this low.
"Alright, just… can you tell me one thing? Are you still taking your hormones on schedule?"
"So you can blame all this on time of the month or something?!" she responded rather angrily, still with her head in her hands. But after a while of staring at her friend’s unimpressed face, that started to fade. She wasn't angry at Blake, but more at the bleak situation. And she had to accept that Blake had genuine concerns for her. So she lowered her hands, sighing deeply. "Not exactly. I take them when I eat."
"So you take them once a day, or every two days?" There was a slightly sharper edge to Blake's tone now, but nothing too acidic. Just enough to get her point across. There was another annoyed sigh as Yang refused to answer. "Fine, never mind, let's just… get you into the shower. I'll wash your back and do your hair for you, and then we can at least drive around looking for a little bit."
"Cause I can't even do that right." It was all passing comments, all at her own expense. But they were getting horridly more frequent then she wanted to admit: like she genuinely did feel these things toward herself. Still, she did as asked, hauling herself out of bed and standing.
"Hey," Blake said in a lighter tone as she began to nip around Yang's room and find the few articles of clothing that weren't dirty or hopelessly wrinkled. "If you're a good little girl and help me get you washed, and it takes less than an hour… I'll give you a blow job when we get home."
Rolling her eyes, Yang finally managed to force a smile as she pushed her hair behind her ears again. It didn't last for long, but was enough to show Blake she appreciated the comment. Other than that, she just headed for the bathroom.
As Yang undressed and Blake got the water running, she continued, "So I figure we'll just hit a few places in the neighborhood. No sense going all the way downtown and wading into that mess today; we can do that another time if you don't find anything."
"I, uh…" She began to hesitate. As she grasped the shower curtain to push it back, she looked over her shoulder to Blake again. Clearly she was still nervous. "I… dunno if I can go outside. Not, today, at least."
"Oh…" Once the blonde was under the water, she unbuttoned the sleeves of her blouse and began rolling them up. "Well, if we try it and we don't make it out there very long, that's okay. But I’m not letting you stay holed up here. You need to at least get a breath of fresh air."
"Maybe. I'm just… really nervous." She was able to hear her still despite being completely under the water, running her hands through her hair over and over to soak it as best she could. She couldn't even remember the last time she showered, and it was embarrassing that she needed Blake to force her before she would actually do it.
"It's okay to be nervous. But I know you can push through it; you're one of the bravest people I know, Yang. You're badass."
"A badass who needs help showering now." She sighed sadly, only just stepping out from the water to grasp the shampoo. "Sure."
Reaching in to turn off the water, Blake pushed the curtain aside and took the bottle so she could begin lathering Yang's hair without fear of getting herself wet. Only one of them still needed a shower, and clearly she didn't intend to take two in the same day.
"Brave people hit rough patches, too. It happens."
When she felt soft fingers slithering into her hair, nails massaging the substance into her hair, she sighed again. Someone else fussing over her hair and appearance made her feel so good, so wanted. Why was that feeling suddenly incredibly rare, something she cherished?
"Feels more like a pit of doom than a rough patch."
"Let me throw you a rope, then. Just because I think you're brave doesn't mean I'm gonna let you do everything all by yourself." When she noticed Yang was relaxing into her scalp massage, she leaned in and kissed her wet shoulder. "I got your back."
Yang only looked down glumly again. She had no clue where to even start to respond to her. There was so much she wanted to say and express, but she couldn't. It would cause more harm than good. So she simply looked back around to her instead. "Thanks for putting up with me."
Taking some initiative and hoping it wasn't ill-placed, Blake pressed a gentle kiss into her lips. "No biggie."
Then she drew back and began to lather her hair in earnest. Yang continued to only sway her head back and forth in accordance to Blake's fingertips, making sure she got as much of the area as she possibly could. And once satisfied, she turned around to face her. Mainly so she could wait for Blake to get out of the way of the water.
As Blake pulled the curtain closed again, she decided to try another incentive. "So what do you think about, um, getting some wings after we finish looking for jobs? The Cubs game is on tonight."
"Do we watch baseball?" she asked, turning the water back on and massaging the substance from her scalp. It'd been so long since she showered last she could practically feel it getting lighter when the dirt and oil was washed away. Mundane topics were doing so much to help, but they weren't fixing everything, of course.
Like the fact she was beginning to stare downwards at her body again. Something Blake had only seen her do years ago. Of course, Blake couldn't see her doing it at this moment. Only in the other ones, here and there.
"Yeah, I know neither of us were fans, but I mean, Chicago is a baseball town and Sun's a big fan." Her voice became a lot more self-conscious as she added, "We don't have to watch it. Either way is fine."
Shrugging her shoulders, Yang began to rub the lathered shower sponge over her body. First her arms, then gradually working her way up toward the shoulders. But as she got closer to her chest again, it started to significantly slow down, like there was no motivation to take care of what she worked so hard for.
"It's something to do. But maybe some barbecue ribs?"
"Ooh, ribs would be good, too… yeah, we can get both." Blake watched her movements idly through the curtain, unable to quite tell why she wasn't washing as fast as usual but not thinking too terribly deeply on it. After all, Yang was so sluggish lately in every area of life. "And I guess I don't have to ask if you want to pick up a six-pack."
"Whole thing for me? Yes, please." That she did manage to make a happier voice for, even if she was continuing to stare down at herself. Then she was coming to the more difficult part; one that up until now was completely fine, but recently it was becoming increasingly difficult to even look at. It had to be washed, like everything, so she sluggishly lathered that as well. However, now that the subject was coming to it …
"I kinda wish I did get the bottom done now…"
"The bottom of what?" Blake asked as she eventually pushed the curtain aside to get Yang's back washed while Yang finished her front. But then she saw what she was lathering and caught on. "Oh… um… oh."
Having just finished, she couldn't help but continue to stare. Even if it was embarrassing to do so. But eventually she sighed; yet again, she was bringing down the mood. "Sorry. I just… I feel like none of this would be happening if I didn't have… him."
Squirming, she kept scrubbing at Yang's back as she tried to think. "Well… maybe you could still get bottom surgery. It's not too late." Then her voice took on the quality of a schoolteacher trying to be patient with a stubborn pupil. "And what do we need to make that surgery happen?"
"Yeah yeah, I know."
"Aaaand what do we need to get what we need?" she prompted further, still not letting it drop despite Yang's monotone response. Yang closed her eyes tightly. It didn't help at all that her last job was so wonderfully paid, which was another thing she lost as well as Weiss. It made her even more bitter.
"I know you're trying to help, Blake?" She finally started to turn around so she could face her, and let the water run down her back. "But I got a horrible feeling I'm gonna end up in a fucking McDonalds."
But Blake didn't react very strongly to that notion at all. "So what if you do? No shame in working at McDonalds. I've done it - you remember." When Yang didn't react to that, she reached down and gripped Yang's package, only hard enough that she couldn't ignore the pressure.
"This does not make you who you are. It's just a thing. But if you want to change it, I'll help you." Swallowing hard, she let go and reached up to cup Yang's face. "Because this is you; in here."
Finally she looked back into the amber eyes once again. It was hard to tell what was tears and what was just the water anymore, but Yang genuinely smiled this time. Even if it was for only a short while, Blake had helped remind her of something that was very hard to remember lately. She had been about to hug Blake, until realizing…
"Wait, you already showered."
“ Oh, right, I … here. ” Leaning in, she kissed her on the cheek and patted her shoulder, laughing as she added, “I’ ll dry both of us off afterward, and then we can have a real hug. ”
Turning off the water once she had finished getting the last of the suds, Yang smiled contentedly once more, grasping a towel from the nearby handrail and immediately getting to work. However, she also began to laugh. "Hey, I finished in that hour as well, so … pucker up."
"What?" Then she blanched as she finished drying off her own forearms. "Jesus, Yang… really?" But Yang was only darkly amused; she knew that Yang was going to take her at her word. "Fine, I guess I did promise. You want me on my knees in here or on the bed?"
"…Well shit; I was just kidding, too." But given that Blake was now smirking as Yang continued to dry herself and started to tuck the towel around her, apparently neither of them were kidding as much as they claimed. While usually she would have jumped on the chance, said straight away for Blake to go on her knees, this time she seemed intent on leaving the room. Or even no interest in having one at all. But maybe that mood would change. "Um… the bedroom, I guess?"
In truth, Blake was still kidding, even now. However, Yang being even vaguely interested in doing something was enough reason for her to go with her without complaint. Blow jobs weren't her favorite thing to do in the bedroom, but she liked seeing Yang or Sun satisfied because of her tongue's talents and didn't mind the taste or sensation that much. Therefore…
"Let's go," she said easily, taking Yang's hand and leading her out of the bathroom.
"O-oh…" Nervously she followed, hanging onto Blake's hand and allowing herself to be led however she wished. Now she knew this was actually going to happen, she was questioning it. Why, first off? Since she woke up, all she had done was either treat Blake like crap, or talk about herself in a pessimistic way. And yet Blake was still in the mood for this?
Then next came something she never thought she'd hear herself think. Did she deserve it? Did she really deserve someone to touch and tease her with their tongue, completely lavish her in a way only a partner could? All she could think was: no, she didn't. She didn't deserve that happiness — not when she was a burden to her in her home, and a burden overall.
But Blake was so eager, that much was clear when Yang was pushed down on the bed. How could she get out of this properly? Make it something that Blake could enjoy without feeling guilty? She had to think…
"You know," Blake murmured as she ran her hands over the towel covering Yang's body, "I was beginning to think our, um… 'arrangement' was over this past week. You haven't seemed that interested in doing anything."
Laying back on the plush surface of Blake's bed, she closed her eyes tightly, groaning sadly. So she had noticed something was up, other than her appearance and eating. "Yet you still wanna put up with me," she said calmly, almost as a way of putting her off. In truth, she was trying to delay her while she thought the options through.
"Well, of course. I'm patient, even with assholes who steal my weed. When they can fuck me right." When that didn't even make Yang smile or laugh, Blake's smile slipped a notch. "I'm kidding… of course I care about you for way more reasons than just how much dick you give me."
Tucking her ever drying hair behind her ear, that did provoke a small smile again. And even the wittier comment; "A reasonable amount, right?"
Blake crawled up on top of Yang's body, pressing her own right down flush and staring deep into her eyes. Her voice dropped into a slightly huskier tone as she whispered, "I've never once been a dissatisfied customer."
Swallowing, Yang stared downward at the space between them. Or more, the lack of it. Blake always had her ways of enticing her, drawing her in leaving her completely speechless. Even now, when their arrangement was solely for fucking. That's how Yang would describe it; brief moments of desire just to vent out emotion.
But Yang didn't feel she deserved such things. Not now. And although she suppressed it, the doubts kept resurfacing.
So Blake pressed her body down harder, ghosted her lips over Yang ’ s. In the past, all she had needed to do was what she had done so far to get her going - whether or not she had been going by "Ying" at the time. But this time, Yang just didn't seem to have any desire whatsoever; even though she wasn't pushing her away, it was as if nothing could get her going. Nothing in the world.
At least that's how it seemed. In Yang's case, the body was willing, but the mind was not. Blake's actions and grinding were causing the side effect she had intended, making the length under the towel begin to harden and grow warm. Even when Blake's mouth met hers on occasion, there was no drive. No desire to kiss her. Blake needed a new strategy.
Though it frustrated her that something was off, she could feel her body's response. Not everything was broken; she just needed a little extra something to push her past her general malaise. After a few more kisses that went nowhere, she began to slide down her body, tucking the towel aside as she went.
"Hello," she breathed onto the surface of the partial arousal she found there.
That provoked something at least. A small sigh of enjoyment, and a little throb in Blake’s plaything. But apart from that, nothing else. Not even a sassy remark. For the moment, Blake was content to stroke along it, lave all over it with her tongue to make it longer, more rigid. Around the time she had it ready to go at it full tilt, she glanced back up…
And saw Yang was still dead-eyed and quiet. Not herself at all - even compared to the semi-depressed Yang from a week ago. Was she not doing this right? Sure, they hadn't done it together in years, but she thought she had become fairly good at this through practice. Sun certainly never had any complaints…
There was an idea that finally came to Yang. Maybe there was a way Blake could enjoy this and do something to help her. She could ask of different things to be done to her while the blowjob was happening, maybe things she didn't like, but would at least keep her from losing interest and focus.
Ducking her head, she said, "I have a request…"
Immediately abandoning her previous goal, she grasped Yang's length and raised her head. "Yeah? Name it."
"This… Is gonna sound really weird," she started off, averting her gaze away from Blake's again. The one thing she craved was to feel something. Anything . And the most obvious way she thought she could feel that, was through pain.
"…Slap it."
"Slap… wait, what are we talking about here?" Blake's amber eyes narrowed slightly in confusion as she glanced between Yang's ashamed expression and the thickness in her hand. "You want me to slap this?"
"Yes," she answered without delay, still averting her gaze from her. Clearly this was a tough thing for her to ask of her judging by the fact there was no eye contact.
But in the end, Blake slid her hand down a little lower, staring at the erect length as she debated her next course of action. Yes, she could slap it once; see how Yang felt about it. Maybe this was something she had been curious about for a long time, or maybe she'd done it to herself before and wanted more of the same. Either way, it didn't seem too bad to raise her hand and swat across it gently. After she did so, hearing the quiet tapping noise that came from it, she looked up questioningly.
"Like that?"
There was a small intake of air when it was tapped; but then she shook her head. It didn't do enough, not nearly enough for the effect she wanted. Yes it affected her slightly, but not enough to fill that void.
"Harder," she commanded, allowing for her to try again.
And Blake obliged. Rearing back her hand, she put about double the force into this swing, and the resulting sound was louder; she herself winced at hearing it, but didn't know how Yang felt about receiving such abuse.
Far more reactions this time. She flinched forward, bit her lip and took in more air. A slap like that to such a sensitive area was abuse alright; and sent a wicked sensation of mingling pain and intensity up her spine. When she dared release her lip from her own teeth, she hissed, "Y-yeah, like that."
The girl's eyes narrowed even more, and her mouth opened to ask a question, but it seemed unnecessary; Yang was asking for more. Surely she wouldn't do that if she wasn't enjoying the sensation… even if it seemed like something she shouldn't.
"Do you want me to, like… talk dirty while I do it or anything?"
At first she shook her head. But then again, she had to think about that. The point of this was to express how much she didn't deserve this much affection and consideration, but pain instead; for being an awful person to her friends, her sister, Weiss… She couldn't tell her to say that exactly, but something along those lines would certainly help.
"Tell me I'm a bad person. That I deserve it."
"Well… okay." Again, she flashed her hand across its girth — and this time she followed the action up with, "You naughty girl."
Yet again she flinched, fingers digging into the sheets to try and help her cope a little, closed her eyes tightly to bare it. But the phrase didn't quite sit right for her. 'Naughty' just seemed too innocent, like she had just been winding Blake up all day and got her pent up. It didn't seem like the right word to use for this.
“N-Not naughty… bad ."
Again, Blake said, "Okay." This time, she sounded a lot less "okay" with the idea than before, though. Yang seemed to really want to be told she was bad… struck repeatedly across her erection. Flogged. This was a side of her she'd never shown before - never in all of the years they had known each other.
"Bad girl," she tested out, smacking it again - this time with the back of her hand. Yang groaned out with the pain, yet again grasping the sheets so she could bear it. Even if it was becoming impossible by the minute. When there was another after that, she shuddered again, eyes tightening shut more. But it was working. It was making her feel something, something other than numbness. It was doing just as she intended.
"That's right, you're… so bad." Clearly, Blake was out of her element; playacting this wasn't going over very well because she didn't believe what she was saying. But her blows were definitely right on the mark; they were getting harder and harder in very tiny increments. After two more, she said, "How dare you think…"
She paused, and seemed to finally come up with a reason. How dare she think what? It was hard, because she didn’t think Yang had done anything wrong personally. So she tried something. "How dare you think I would give you a blow job? I'll have to punish you for that."
Perfect. Yang nodded to show she approved of the character, even if her body was showing the tell-tale signs that she did not. There was such a huge and confusing contrast between her! She was asking for more with her voice, but her entire self was flinching at it, trying to bear the pain rather than give in. All apart from the erection, of course, which was hard as a rock now. But why would she be demanding such pain when she clearly wasn't enjoying it?
If not for the hardness of her cock, Blake probably would have already stopped, deciding on her own this particular experiment had yielded horribly negative results. But Yang was hard… she was at least enjoying this to some degree. For whatever reason.
"You filthy… bad woman," she tried again, and this time dug in slightly with her fingernails on the base of the cock. "What made you think I wanted this in my mouth? You're the worst!" And she punctuated this by slapping her again, still gouging in with her other hand.
Yelling out again, Yang reached up to hang onto the pillow above her, this time instinctively bending her knees in order to try and get her off of her. Not that she wanted it to stop, but her body knew it just couldn't take anymore. Maybe that should be the sign for Blake to stop, since Yang clearly wasn't going to tell her. These days she was barely talkative at all, let alone during sex.
However, Yang hadn't said anything directly, and Blake was in completely uncharted waters. "You want me to take this in my mouth? Why don't you beg?" Again, she slapped it. "Beg me to take you!"
Another strained groan as Yang tried to hold on. This time tensing up her arms as she could feel her eyes start to water. Not that she would tell Blake. She wanted her to keep going, punish that area of her that shouldn't be there. But she couldn't tough it out anymore; it was too intense.
"P-please…"
"Louder!" But this time she didn't smack it again; she was beginning to sense that they had taken this as far as they safely could, judging from the bleakness of Yang's words. Maybe her old friend enjoyed the pain somehow, in a way that she herself could not fathom, but she wouldn't hurt Yang permanently. That kind of sadism just wasn't within her.
"Please, I- I want it!" she called out louder this time. She had been about to shout out “I want to be hurt again”, but something stopped her. Deep down, she didn't want any more pain. But that still didn't stop the horrible gut feeling that she didn't deserve to feel the pleasure that was to come.
That was enough. Blake fell to enveloping Yang's tortured, stinging flesh with her soft tongue and lips, soothing and lavishing gentle affection all over. She had to admit, it felt warmer than it had in a while, but even knowing why wasn't enough to make her want to repeat this "experiment".
And once again, Yang's breathing was beginning to increase in volume and intensity. There were just too many things going through her mind yet again, and that was without the weed or booze she usually had I her system. It felt fantastic, a pleasant coolness to quell her flames. But that was the problem again: not feeling like she deserved to be happy.
But it was too late to stop her now. Within a minute, her old friend was bobbing up and down expertly upon her cock, eyes half-closed in concentration as she took it slowly to the back of her throat, and then down inside. One hand was laid upon her hip, thumb in the sweet spot where leg met abdomen, resting comfortably. Much more familiar territory, and she was glad to keep going until Yang finished.
Letting her eyes fall shut, Yang lay her head back, resigning to the sensation with a slightly higher pitched sigh than before. She could already feel her hips beginning to move upward to meet with Blake's actions, and after very little adjustment time, feel her lips getting to the base of her length. All the times she could remember before, Blake took a while to adjust, and even then struggled to cope for so long. This of course made it obvious that she had been practicing.
That much was abundantly clear; she was flying up and down with such ease that it was almost like she did this every day. And perhaps she had. Blake and Sun had been going out for a while, and she had another boyfriend between the two. Who knows how many chances she'd had to test the limits of her throat?
At this rate it was taking no time at all for her to bring Yang closer. And closer still. She could feel her muscles beginning to tense and quiver, even if she attempted to hold off. Blake didn't want to put up with that yet did she?
Or did she want to do it at all? She remembered Blake didn't particularly enjoy this activity. She would swallow, but often look up with a relatively disgusted expression. That's how it was in the past, how she remembered. And yet Yang's last girlfriend loved it. Loved it so much that the photos Yang had existing of her featured those lips around her member, and her face coated in it. She loved everything about her.
And yet again, she was finding herself thinking of another woman while Blake was going down on her. 'What the fuck is wrong with you?' her conscience screamed.
But if Blake had any strong reservations anymore about this activity, she certainly wasn't showing it. Her lips went all the way to the base with ease, over and over. Her other hand drifted lower and gently cupped the sack below, fondling the spheres inside as she sucked her off.
"Ooohhh…." There was the needy moaning again, and yet more quivering of her legs. She was so close now, so painfully close to finishing right in Blake's mouth. That was certainly spurred on when her delicate spheres were toyed with. Breathing getting heavier, she managed to force out the words of warning, "C-close! So close!"
The only reaction was a humming against the length; eager, contented humming. Blake had no desire to slow down or pull Yang out, and definitely wasn't doing it so far. Just gently encouraging her to finish, and finish exactly where she was.
Finally she couldn't take anymore. When she hit the back of Blake's throat one more time she felt herself shuddering violently, and allowed herself another rather loud moan as she throbbed hard inside her, but this time just in the warmth of her mouth. Seed spurted itself to the back of her throat, beyond her control. To her credit, Blake didn ’ t even flinch, didn ’ t balk at the thick fluids in her throat; she simply swallowed them down with some minimal effort, repeating the action until Yang was entirely spent, falling back on the bed, panting heavily, cheeks slightly damp from where a few tears had fallen.
Then she drew back licking her lips, smiling up at her lover. "Mmm… thank you for feeding me, bad girl."
When she looked back up toward her, she would be able to see the worn-out face of Yang. And the slight wetness at her cheeks and below her eyes. But straight away, she covered them, trying to disguise it by breathing heavily, composing herself as much as she could. When Yang didn't answer, Blake crawled up to press her body along the other in her bed, curling tightly inward.
"Yang… is… there something we should talk about?"
Managing to wipe away the wetness from her eyes so it wasn't too noticeable anymore, she blinked a few times before she answered again. "H-huh?" It was shaky, and not from being exhausted. "W-what do you mean?"
"Well… I don't know. You've never asked me to like, hit you. Not ever, and not there . So like, I mean… maybe that's something you were into with Weiss? But I don't know if I like it."
Blake looked very shy about bringing these things up, and also as if that wasn't the entirety of the topic. Merely the tip of the iceberg. Yang looked away, but at least this time she had an arm open for Blake to nuzzle into, and it was bringing her slightly in toward her. Probably the closest contact she'd had all week.
"It's nothing I've tried before… I just kind of thought…" But she found herself shrugging her shoulders. "I dunno…"
Nodding sullenly, she curled in harder against her side. "You just… lately it seems like nothing's good enough. Nothing makes you happy anymore. Right after you got here, you went through moods, but now you only seem to have one mood: sad. A-and I don’t know what to do, Yang."
The words were hardly registering to Yang's ears as she seemed to stare off into the distance. But she was managing to get the picture. Blake had noticed something was up, but hadn't yet dropped the bomb. She didn't like where this was going.
"What are you saying? ”
"Maybe…. you should…" Blake trailed off. All she could feel was stupid for bringing this up now, for trying to tell Yang what she should or shouldn't do. They weren't dating, not really; they weren't in a committed relationship where she had a true stake in Yang's future and therefore had the right to speak on this topic. In all honesty, Yang would probably disregard her advice either way. There was little point.
But this time, Yang wanted to know what she was thinking. It seemed like this was going to be something too big for Blake's mind if she let her stew on it and think about it. "Should what?"
"Okay, this is just a suggestion. But maybe you should… talk to somebody." A pause. "A professional somebody."
"Huh?" Finally she was beginning to piece things together. Blake mentioned that her moods were all over, and now that she was just sad, how she seemed constantly bored. It added up to something. "You mean, like a shrink? You think I'm depressed?"
"Aren't you? I mean, I already knew you were, but now I'm starting to worry that it's… with a capital 'D'." Frowning, she ghosted her hand up and down Yang's neck as she whispered, "I'm not trying to start anything, and obviously I don't know you as well as you know yourself, but like… how am I supposed to ignore how much you don't care about anything anymore?"
There was a pause. A long pause as Yang began to think about it. Her? Depressed? That couldn't be right. Sure, she was before her transition at times, but hadn't been in years. It wouldn't have been back because of Weiss, would it? That was a stupid reason! Nobody actually got depression over breakups , did they? She always thought it was an excuse people gave, a way to trick their exes back into a relationship. And she wouldn't let anyone else think that.
"Hah… Hahahaha!" she forced a laugh, bringing Blake in extra tightly with a fake smile for a moment, even pasting a kiss against her cheek. "Noooo, me? No way! This is… this is just a rough patch, like you said. No biggie."
There was a very visible, very real sigh of relief from Blake as she let herself be cuddled and reassured. But her hug back against Yang was so tight that it almost became a cling. "Okay, if you're sure. I'm… I believe you."
"D-don't worry about it, okay?" She was slightly more hesitant that time. However, she did lean in to place a kiss on her forehead, allowing herself the pleasure of clinging back on her, brushing her free hand up and down Blake's side. "I just have bad days sometimes, and I think I let this one get too far. I'm sorry I made you think I was… yeah, that. My bad. I’ll try harder to be less of a downer."
"Alright. I just… really don't want to lose you," Blake whispered. There were a thousand more things she wanted to say, but none of them were her right. So she left it at that… for now.
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White Noise