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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
- 28
- 29
- 30
WARNINGS: Bumbleby chap. Depression, drug use, foot massage, breath play, sex without condom, suicidal thoughts.

=Chapter 29
The sad truth was, while Weiss's life was beginning to get back on track and head new directions, Yang's was steadily on a decline. Nowhere in the security field was hiring, and what was worse, Winter had made sure that Yang didn't even have a reference, so that was off the cards. Any other decent jobs were taken, including the electrician company Sun worked for and Blake’s office, and there was only one place she could go.
Sun managed to score her a job at his family's local restaurant doing two things she hated most; waitressing and dishwashing. It put money in the bank, but did nothing to fill the void she was feeling in herself, which was steadily getting worse and worse, despite her words to Blake.
As she stepped in the door after a five-hour shift, Sun and Blake were curled up together on the sofa; Sun watching a clearly 'nothing else on TV' cop chase program, while Blake was deep into a book. But as soon as he heard the door open, he called up, "Hey, blondie! How was work at the uncle's place? Busy?"
But there was no answer. All that came was clear footsteps heading up the stairs, and then a door closing behind her. No answer back to the two in the living room, no nothing. Blake sighed, pressing her index finger between the pages as she let the book fall closed.
"She's getting worse."
"Hmm?" Sun tilted his head, turning the volume down on the TV slowly, just enough to keep Yang from hearing them, but so he could better listen to Blake. "Worse? What do you mean?"
"I mean, she's always in a mood lately. Sometimes when she's home and she's high, and we can watch some Netflix and just be ourselves, everything's okay for a little while. But every time I come home or she comes home, I can instantly tell that she just… hates it here. Hates me, or the city, or…" Shrugging, she trailed off as she stared down at the coffee table, unsure of whether or not she had any more to say on the subject.
"So she's like this after work all the time? Or just… literally all the time?" Sun asked.
"Yes." When he just kept staring, she shrugged and added, "Well, she's always like that after work, unless it's payday… and sometimes like that even if it's her day off. Honestly, I don't know what to do."
"Oh…" Sun was beginning to realize what Blake meant; not that he particularly liked the thought of where it was going. But, it needed to be asked. "So you think maybe she's… Ill? Like, worse than we thought?" All Blake could do in reply was sigh and shrug again, but she certainly did nothing to refute his theory. As he looked up toward the ceiling, he appeared just as worried as she did. He of course had even less of a right to talk about Yang's personal life, having very little experience with her in general, but he could put his input in. "Constantly sad, no motivation, drinking, drugs… It all fits."
"Wish it didn't, but…" Her hand came up and ran through her bangs as she glanced in the same direction Sun did before lowering her gaze to his face. "What should we do? We can't just let her feel like shit all the time…"
"I don't know… Unless she goes to the doctor herself, I really don't know what to do," he said sadly, before beginning to shift himself lightly again, sliding his legs so they were off the sofa and on the floor instead. "But she knows you better than me. Maybe it's because I'm here she's being like this? She'll open up to you more if you two are one-on-one."
"Maybe." But what she did was reach out to pull him closer, pressing her lips against his cheek. "But I didn't want to run you off this early in the night; I was hoping we could all hang again. Guess not if she's in a grumpy mood, though…"
"Her health is way more important, okay?" He was already starting to get up from the sofa, stretching his back a moment to delay his leave however he could. "Besides, it's getting you down, too. And I don't want that."
That brought a reluctant smile to Blake's face as she joined him in standing. "So you want to fix her to fix me, huh? Guess I shouldn't complain about that…" Then she drew him into a tight hug. "By the way… thanks for, um. You know - an hour ago. Really drove me wild."
Unable to help himself, he both grinned and blushed terribly, running a hand through his gelled-up hair once again. "I'll make a note next time, you like it hard against the wall, got it."
"Damn right." Then she kissed him hard and long as they walked toward the door. "Okay… see you tomorrow, I guess."
"Unless you wanted to come to my place tomorrow? If she needs time to herself?" he asked in a more hushed tone as he opened the door, getting ready to leave.
"You know what?" she responded with a contemplative look on her face. "That may just have to happen…"
Now that Sun was on his way back to his own house, Blake trudged up the stairs toward Yang's room. Part of her was dreading this encounter, but she tried not to let that portion of her brain win out over her concern for Yang's well-being. In addition to that, just because Yang had seemed tired didn't mean she was in a bad mood, right? Not necessarily, anyway.
"Yang?" she asked as she knocked on her door. "Um… you okay in there?"
The other side of the door, Yang was already half way through her first bowl for the evening, lying on her bed and doing nothing else apart from stare out into nothing. She had been about to put her phone on charge at least, or get changed out of her uniform; but all seemed to have been forgotten. Although she did blow out the smoke she had just inhaled, calling out to her, "Come on in."
Nudging the door open, Blake blinked at the cloud she ran into once inside. "Oh, so that's how it goes now, huh? Punch the clock, hit the pipe?"
"Please don't." Yang groaned, inhaling yet more smoke and blowing it the other side of the room rather than toward Blake. Allowing herself to relax right back against the wall, she sighed to herself, "Today was a shitty day… of a shitty week… of a shitty month."
"Wow, I'm glad you're so happy living with me. Really says a lot about my winning personality." There was an undeniable bitterness in Blake's words now; she wanted to help Yang, but being told that she wasn't enough stung no matter how much she tried to ignore the pain.
Yang closed her eyes, looking away from Blake as she sighed once more. Yet again, the wrong thing. Yet again she was treading on everyone's toes, ruining everyone's happiness just because she herself couldn't be happy. She could already feel the tears beginning to well up in her eyes.
All she could slip out was another overused word this past month. "Sorry."
That easily, Blake's sourness evaporated. She had meant what she said, but at the same time she also understood that Yang's sadness went so deep that it was going to take more than her being chummy to shake her from that funk.
"Forget it," she sighed as she came over and sat on the bed next to Yang's legs, putting her hand on one shin. "I shouldn't be so sensitive and take things personally when you obviously didn't have the greatest time at work. You… wanna talk about it?"
Yang just continued to look down and sullen, placing the pipe down in the ashtray once sure it was done with. Where on earth could she start? Wiping away a stray tear, she sniffed. "Everything is just so dull. I don't know what I can do to make myself feel… I dunno; happy, sad, something other than… this."
"These things take time," Blake told her as gently as she could. "Tell you what – can I run you a hot bubble bath? Relax those sore muscles. At least that might help your body feel better…"
Her eyes had only just looked back in her direction again, eyebrows furrowing in sadness. Of all the things, she didn't understand why Blake was being so nice. Not when she was here, doing the bare minimum and taking up space.
"I don't deserve it," she said quietly, looking toward the ground again instead.
Tears threatened in Blake's eyes now. Even though she still felt disappointment that her friend didn't think she was enough to change her mood, she was beginning to understand that it wasn't about her. This was something only Yang could conquer. That was so bleak and hopeless, but it was no use denying the reality.
"Is there really nothing I can do?" she finally whispered.
It barely registered to Yang. Whenever she found herself staring outward, it was at nothing. Even the things she used to enjoy were no longer fun anymore. Like video games, her bike, even stupid little tasks she enjoyed like working out. Each day was just doing one thing: surviving. And it was taking its toll on her, just as it was to her best friend.
Beyond all reasoning, she found herself tilting in Blake's direction, wrapping her arms around her and hugging around her. It was loosely, not all too heart felt perhaps; but it seemed she needed the contact. And no doubt after weeks of Yang not touching Blake, it was welcome. And she melted into the touch, shivering as a reflex at how unfamiliar it felt now. Her face smashed into Yang's neck, and a few hiccupping sobs came out, as silent as she was able to make them.
But she knew. Yang may have been numb, but she wasn't stupid. She could tell Blake was upset, that she needed to know things were going okay. Even if they weren't. It was one of the traits she was always taught growing up that she never quite let go, the unnecessary masking of emotions to try and keep a partner happy. Particularly a female partner. They remained huddled for a few minutes, Yang gently starting to rub Blake's arms to try and ease the sobbing down. She never said a word, never moved another muscle. She just lay and bore it.
Then Blake pulled away at last and said, "Sorry for getting all emo on you, that… I didn't mean for that to happen." Wiping at her eyes, she then smiled very slightly and said, "I know how I can make it up to you; take off your socks."
"Huh?" Yang tilted her head. What could Blake be thinking in this situation? Still, she did as she was asked, reaching down to take her socks off her feet and toss them aside. She owed Blake that.
Blake let out a slightly offended chuckle, wincing. "Whoo! Dude, what did I tell you about using lotion - and body spray in your work shoes?"
But she was smiling as she got up to run to the bathroom. Within a few minutes, she was back with a wet washcloth and some small bottle of lotion. There was a look of shaky hope in her eyes, teeth biting her lip.
Yang hadn't responded. All she did was watch what Blake was doing, tilting her head questioningly. Somehow she was getting the feeling she knew what was coming, that Blake was going to give her feet some kindness and attention. But did she deserve that? Did she really deserve that love and care?
"Back when I was working crappy food service jobs," Blake began as she scrubbed gently at Yang's feet with the cloth, "I remember every freaking day I came home, all I wanted was for somebody to either run me a hot bath or massage my aching feet. Or occasionally, my aching neck. You did that for me a couple times, I remember… but I only started working toward the end there. So not that many."
"Oh, yeah… I remember." As she watched Blake take care of her, it brought back the memories of their past. She remembered one particular evening they both managed to squeeze in together, while she massaged Blake's aching shoulders. But like she said; not that many times. Probably not as much as she needed. It wasn't the intent, and Yang knew it; but another wave of guilt flew over her.
"Sorry I didn't do it as much as I should have. Could have, if I didn’t run off."
"That wasn't what I said," Blake corrected with a weary smile as she switched. "Just… you know, what happened, happened. We broke up. Can't change the past." Her smile was soft, gentle - almost like one would use to coax a small toddler to try eating vegetables. "But I can pay you back for the times you did."
And as Blake began to knead her fingers into the flesh, she could feel the swelling already beginning to ease. It hurt, but the relief that followed was more than enough to make up for that. It was good, excellent even. She even found a soft moan of mingling pleasure falling from her mouth.
Nodding her approval at Yang's reaction, she laid the cloth aside and switched to the lotion. A pleasant floral scent of some kind began to mingle with the lingering smoke on the air the minute the bottle was open. "You were good to me. I know you might not remember it that way, but… I don't want you looking back on how we were together with some kind of dark filter. It was never 'bad', not really."
"Other than me being a man, I guess." Even if the comment seemed to be on the darker side, Yang forced herself to chuckle, pushing through the horrendous mood as best she could. "I bet I could do a better job now, softer hands and skin and all."
"Definitely softer." As she spoke, she kneaded her thumbs against the partially knotted muscles in the arch of her foot, really digging in now whereas before she had just been scrubbing the skin. "There… were signs, you know. Not ones I saw before you told me, but that I figured out after."
Even if it was buried right in the past, in the midst of relaxing, she tilted her head. She was always curious of that, how some people seemed to just know, and how Blake took the knowledge so easy. "There were?"
Relieved at some emotion from Yang other than apathy or bitterness, Blake's smile grew very marginally. "Mmhmm. Like, ways you would laugh, or just… things you liked doing, were interested in. Little things. I mean, of course at that time I thought you were a straight guy, so thinking 'He's so much like a girl'…. I felt guilty about it at first. Because normally, that's a mean thing to say. To most people. So when you came out as trans, there was this tiny voice in the back of my head going, 'I KNEW it!' Which I also felt guilty about, since that wasn't the point…"
Running a hand through her hair as she flexed her toes back and forth after Blake's gentle movements, Yang found a softer smile actually sticking to her face this time. It was small, but it was there. Better than nothing.
"I guess that's better than having no signs… I always liked your heels too much for a start."
Laughing, Blake glided her fingers up to the wiggling toes and began to pull upward slightly, digging in and massaging along with the motion. "Well, I was too surprised at the time to admit it, but… there were a few pairs that looked better on you than on me. Even if they were a size too small."
"Yeah, finding shoes I like and shoes that will fit is… still a struggle." She chuckled, flexing the toes one more time once she was done, and then allowing her to move on to the next foot. "Just… gotta ask you one thing. Did you ever feel sad? Like… feel like you made me into a girl or something? Or feel weird that one minute you're straight next you're possibly bisexual?"
"What? No, not- Yang…" Pausing in her actions, she looked her dead in the eyes. "When I started noticing… like, you trying on my shoes more than one time for shits and giggles, I started figuring it out a little, but at first I was just really confused. Still, I kept my mouth shut; I didn't confront you, didn't push you one way or the other. Like…" While the words volleyed back in forth in her head, Blake’s thumbs started up again, gouging up from heel to toe and pressing in hard, eased in their efforts by the lotion. "My plan ended up being, just let you explore what you wanted to explore, and not interfere. Even though I was going crazy trying to figure out if you were gay, or trans, or a cross-dresser… like, it was you who had to go through the thing. What right did I have to either push you to discover yourself faster or to ask you not to?"
Forced to look back into the amber eyes, even when she was softly sighing at the motions again, Yang’s eyebrows began to furrow. She assumed she was being sneaky before, or that Blake had never really caught her trying out feminine things until she fully embraced being trans. But she had known, and had let her discover. That was more than anyone else would have done, all the boyfriends, the few girls before Blake, even Weiss, if they had been together back then.
More unintentional guilt. It always led there, even though she hated it. Still, she forced herself to respond positively: "You deserve so much better from me, you know that? And you did back then, too."
This was the most positive sign she had received from Yang in a long time. She didn't want to push it, didn't want to goad her or ask for more. So instead, she raised the foot up and placed a brief kiss on the tip of her big toe. "You're fine. I mean, I hate that you're in a funk sometimes, but it's the funk I hate. Not who's having it."
She smiled again softly. Blake was being so kind to her, and she always was, always would be. But what did Yang give her in return? Grief. It may not be today, but she would be back in her depressive mood come tomorrow, and the day after. And she knew it. She knew Blake didn't deserve this, knew she needed her to be better, yet could never convince herself to get better. She could only think that she didn't deserve Blake's current attentions.
And then back to that encounter again, where she asked Blake to hurt her. That she deserved, some pain. Something to teach her a lesson. It was all her brain could convince itself it needed, even if a part of her knew it was fucked up.
"There," Blake gusted at last, running her hands up and down Yang's shins. "Any better? Any worse? Do you still have sensation in your legs at all?"
Snapping herself out of the dazed gaze again, she finally realized that Blake's hands were moving up and down her legs. And she tried to clear the air again, forcing a laugh. "No, you're gonna have to call it, I think I've lost them. Get me a wheelchair."
Pursing her lips, she swatted the nearest leg before crawling up to sit next to Yang. "Jerk. Pass me the pipe, would you?"
"Huh? Oh, right." As she asked, she passed over the smoldering pipe. There wasn't much remaining, but enough for Blake to take a hit, if that were her intention.
"Thanks." Blake did take a long drag, then blew out as she passed it back. "That's cached. And don't smoke anymore tonight, okay? For me?" For good measure, she hit her old friend with the sad puppy eyes.
Yang's own were slightly saddened by that remark. As much as she wanted to answer “yes” without a problem, mind-altering substances served as her only distraction. She knew as soon as Blake would leave, if she wasn’t drunk or high, her thoughts would come back.
But she couldn't say no to that face, so she sighed, "Okay, fine… As long as I can have a beer later."
Rolling her eyes, she draped an arm over Yang's shoulders. "Fine, I guess." Then she kissed her cheek. "We can split one. Fair? I think it sounds very fair."
Leaning forward and pressing her forehead against Blake's, she allowed her hands to rest on her hips. Again, couldn't argue with that. "Whatever you say."
"That's true. Whatever I say." The grin said that she was joking, even if her words didn't. And a moment later, when Blake leaned in to graze Yang's lips with a soft kiss, she was still wearing that same grin draped around her, cradling both of them in its glow.
But almost a minute after they left, Yang allowed herself to lean forward again, pressing her lips up against those of her friend's. It had been nearly two weeks without this contact, without the closeness of Blake's body against her own. Blake had tried before, but Yang just wasn't in the mood, or pushed her away one way or another. But now, she allowed herself to kiss, allowed her hips to slightly push up against her friend's own. Maybe she was on the mend.
So eager was Blake to have this again, to return to where they had once danced and writhed and basked in the warmth of finding each other once more, that she threw herself back into the kiss, hands clutching at Yang's back as she twisted their legs together. All she wanted was more of this, more kissing, more affection. More Yang being Yang, instead of the unrelatable shell she had allowed herself to become lately.
Gradually, she pulled Blake down into her as she sank into the bed, leaving her on top as they continued to kiss. It was still somewhat out of character, the old Yang would have rolled over so Blake ended up below, or made a repeat of that first night where she ended up with a leg on her shoulder. But this time, she was being more submissive, taking a back seat and allowing Blake to lead.
On the mend was one thing, but there was an ulterior motive. This way, if Yang was the submissive one of the two, she'd be far easier to punish. Not that Blake was in any kind of condition to notice. No, her mind was entirely centered on Yang, on tasting her, experiencing her body and hopefully connecting to her emotionally. Starting with her lips, but working her way into other areas as soon as she could manage.
But that would be pretty soon. With each movement of Blake's hips against her own, she could feel her beginning to grind against growing hardness. And she wanted it. She guiltily wanted to be inside Blake again, even if it was just to vent her heartbreak. That was all sex seemed to be now; not an enjoyable activity as it once was, just a way to rapidly purge her anger and pain and feel something different for a change. It wasn't something she could explain to Blake, and frankly, she thought there was no need. She just continued to kiss, and went to grasp her hands, pulling them up by her neck.
"Mmmhh," Blake groaned needily, hungrily, slamming her hips down against the rising flesh beneath her own with increasing frequency. How could they have gone so long without? Sure, she had Sun in the meantime, but Yang was not Sun – and Yang didn’t have anyone else. Fingertips dug into the flesh around Yang's neck as their bodies began to find a rhythm, inflaming Yang's desires enough that it spread to the girl above her.
As they parted their lips a little bit, Yang managed to speak between gasps. There was the rule they still had to abide by, the one that Yang would respect no matter what. "Sun is out of the house, right?"
All Blake did was nod before she reengaged her again, too ready and pent up to bother with words that weren't necessary. Sun was gone; the girls could play. And they did. Rather than undress fully, Yang was unzipping her trousers, pushing them and her undies down just enough for Blake to do as she wanted. Ride as she wanted. She wanted her to be in control tonight, or more, needed her to be. However, there was another shaky request.
"Don't… don't let go of my neck, okay?"
"What?" she asked breathlessly as she pulled back from Yang's mouth. Misunderstanding for the moment, she trailed her lips down her jaw to her neck, licking and pressing them inward here and there.
Instantly Yang corrected her, hands grasping hers again as she pulled them back up to her neck instead. The intention was clear enough. She wanted her to hold it instead of kiss. Before, she was always a sucker for kissing and biting of a neck, and yet here she was trying to prevent it happening. It made no sense . But the rock hard exposed arousal said otherwise. Maybe this was something she had discovered she was into since their break-up.
Amber eyes narrowed as she felt her hands being guided where Yang wanted them, and she whispered, "Wait… what is it… you want me to do?" But she already knew. She just couldn't quite accept this was their new plan to get Yang off. Obviously, she had heard of "breath play" before, but never had any reason to look into it beyond that.
Once sure Blake's hands weren't going to move, her hands went to her hips instead. As best she could, she tried to push her shorts down and away, to eradicate the last barrier between their sexes uniting. This would be something she had never tried before, and had only heard a few stories of. Some liked it, others hated it and freaked out. Yang herself never wanted to try this but it seemed a more painful thing to do, a way to punish her. Just what she wanted.
"Choke me."
A shadow passed over Blake's features, clear and distinct. But the feeling of the hard, insistent girth now pressing against her now-trimmed hairs was enough to cut off any protests; this was obviously something that excited Yang. Who was she to judge?
"Oh, I… okay… like this?" Her hands slid inward a few fractions of an inch, resting up against her neck without truly squeezing yet. As Yang swallowed, Blake could easily feel it.
That wasn't enough at all, she could still breathe quite clearly and easily. She needed it far tighter. But there was something else keeping her back on earth that she could tell Blake wanted. Her rock-hard arousal that Blake's lips had often encircled, grinding across it unintentionally. She could tell Blake wanted it inside, and who was she to take that from her even if she didn't feel she deserved the pleasure?
As she pushed her hips against Blake's to show her that intention, she also demanded. "Harder."
"Mmmhh…" Still nervous about the idea, Blake did as she was asked. She began to squeeze Yang's throat, gliding her wetness up and down the shaft as she did so. Something about it was… exciting, though she despised the very idea of it being like that for her. Even if it was for Yang.
"Hmm…" Now breathing was starting to become difficult. Not impossible, not yet. But there was a noticeable difference. That would do for now, while she continued to push her hips up against Blake's again and again, continuing to glide her cock up against wetness. From the angle they were at, she couldn't quite position herself to enter, not when Blake was only going up so far. But after a few more gyrations, tongue wetting her suddenly-dry lips, Blake spoke up.
"Are… you ready to fuck me?" It was bolder language and more than she usually spoke in these situations. But with her cutting off Yang's air supply, she had to be sure that she was still paying attention - and still interested.
Shaky breaths fell when she was asked that question. Was she indeed? Blake still wasn't holding her as tightly as she'd have liked, but she was preparing herself to thrust inside, to let Yang take her. And yet again unprotected. As she nodded, she pressed her hands on Blake's again, deliberately squeezing them tighter to give her the message.
This was the most frightening thing yet. She didn't want to be choking Yang in the first place - did she have to do it harder? However, she had already agreed to try such an unusual kink, and there was no turning back. As she raised her hips forward to line Yang's tip up with her entrance, feeling it just barely gliding along her folds, she tightened her grip on the strong sinew of her throat.
There was a small hum of satisfaction once Blake squeezed harder. That was what she wanted, exactly. Now she couldn't breathe at all, any attempts were instantly stopped by the tightened hand. It hurt, forced her heart to pump faster and faster, as if feeling Blake's entrance slide around her member wasn't enough to do that anyway. Beyond all possible reasoning, she found a faint smile forming on her face as she attempted to breathe in again and failed. Why? Why did this appeal to her? What was wrong with her now?
As Blake sank down onto the girth, she watched Yang carefully. The smiling was all well and good - even if worrying. What about her breathing? How long could she go without air? That was something she herself hadn't worried about since she went swimming as a little girl. Now here was Yang asking to be deprived of oxygen during sex, to drift closer to death's door…
The instant the last thought flitted through her mind, Blake completely relaxed her grip. Nothing could make her keep going straight through; Yang needed to breathe at least every now and then.
In that moment she instinctively gasped, eyes snapping open again as she looked up to the amber ones that were staring her down. She looked terrified, even with an arousal buried deep inside her body. Yet Yang could only let out a shaky moan when she got her breath back a small amount. Was it right for her to be pushing Blake into doing this?
The deeper motive was there. As much as she didn't want to admit it, didn't want to say it aloud, there was a horrendous reason why Yang found it so appealing, and in turn why Blake was so scared of it. There really was a possibility it could go on a moment too long. That she could just slip away…
Then Blake was squeezing again. The play clearly made her nervous, but stopping without a valid reason would make her seem weak. Cowardly, and as if she couldn't keep a promise as simple as screwing Yang the way she wanted to be screwed. She wanted to ask so many questions, but they all sounded too harsh, too probing when the only probing that should be going on was already happening.
In the moments Yang was unable to breathe, that same thought was coming back over and over: what if she did slip away? She'd no longer be a burden for Blake, or for Ruby… or anyone, for that matter. She'd be free of the pain, of feeling numb. It was beginning to become more and more appealing.
But when Blake released her again and she gasped, the thoughts were flooded right out of her. No, she couldn't do that. She couldn't put Blake through that pain. If Blake ended up choking her to that point, she would never forgive herself. Even if Yang had asked her to. As selfish as her wish for it was, and how desperate she was wishing it, she allowed her hands to reach up for Blake's again and take them off her. If she was to ever do that, it wouldn't be by someone else's hand.
In the middle of a moan, she breathed out, "T-That's enough."
"You like that?" Blake asked as she rode Yang hard. Her voice sounded as if she were merely asking the question the usual way; was Yang having fun? Yes or no answer. But her eyes clearly were asking more questions: why did she like that? Why couldn't Yang just enjoy how they were together, enjoy the tightness of her slick inner walls around her throbbing arousal? That was all Blake needed.
Well… from both Yang and Sun. In moments when she was with Yang, she would occasionally forget Sun entirely; that worried her. But she also knew she did the same thing about Yang when she was being intimate with her boyfriend. Fair is fair. Problem with that was, Yang was not someone she was dating. Just a friend with benefits. So why was it sometimes she could be with her and her heart flashed back to that high school girl who thought Yang would be in her life forever? Be the only one who would stay by her side, no matter what happened?
Completely and utterly breathless, Yang nodded as she picked up the pace. It was extremely difficult to think when Blake was riding her. Such actions were enough to take her breath away anyway, why did she feel such an urge to ask that of Blake in the first place? Nothing was making sense. Not her actions, not why Blake stayed, not even why her own sister kept up contact…
But the only thing that was beginning to make sense was the quivering in her legs she could feel again, the sweat on her brow as she started to push up her hips. She was close again, even if she felt she didn't deserve to be. And Blake very clearly wanted it to happen. For Yang to feel something, even if it was only with her body. Maybe a little of that could reach her heart if she didn't give up, didn't stop riding her until they both screamed. So she didn't relent, only pushed herself to her utter limits.
Finally she did. And as her hands fell to Blake's backside again to pull her down against her member, she felt her quivering intensify. Muscles were spasming through her lower body as she yelled out, length throbbing inside Blake's body. Yet again, inadvisable as it was, she released her hot fluid inside Blake's body. And again, they'd forgotten that barrier. But at least she was assured Blake was protected.
Her only hope was that in her brief moment of bliss, Blake finished, as well. Lately because of her fatigue and general mood, she either finished far too soon, or not at all. It had been a while since she was able to return the favor to Blake just as much as she had for her. And that was another factor of her guilt.
But Blake did finish; it had been so long since they last writhed against each other this way that her excitement and the sudden shock of feeling warm fluid inside of her was enough to put her over the edge. It wasn't the strongest, most earth-shattering orgasm of her life, but it was good enough. Comforting and reassuring.
After a few seconds, she slumped down against Yang's body, panting and sweating through her clothes, feeling the length still within her. For a long second, she closed her eyes and imagined she never had to move from there; that she could just hide within this moment for the rest of her life.
But all that came from the partner below her was the same amount of panting. And then a sadder reaction. A sniff. Of course, that wouldn't be the first time Yang had been emotional after a good roll in the hay. Uncommon though it was.
Blake pressed herself harder against her and kissed her neck tenderly, whispering, "You were so good…"
There was yet another sniff from Yang. She felt her eyes welling up with tears yet again, lip quivering as she tried to hold herself back. But it was useless. Her voice was muffled through the hand she covered her mouth with, but it was enough for Blake to hear.
"W-what's wrong with me?"
The girl atop her froze. That was a question she had been asking herself so often lately… but she didn't have any answers. All she could do is kiss her neck again and whisper, "Nothing. Nothing is wrong with you, okay? You're perfectly fine - and… and I'm glad you're here. So glad…"
Yang was trying to choke back any sobs, closing her eyes tightly and keep the tears at bay. But it was no good, they were falling easily. "I don't want this anymore," she choked out, trying to keep the lump in her throat away. "I don't want to feel so numb, so blank. I don't want to keep making you upset or keep crying. I just want to be back to who I was…"
"I know you do. God, I know…" Her heart was breaking, but what could she do? She was just another person. She wanted to run away, to hide from the reality of her old friend's suffering, but she couldn't. Instead, she pulled back to look down at Yang.
The tears rolling down her flushed cheeks were enough to finish her off, if seeing something could literally shatter a heart. The blonde looked literally lost, without a shred of hope left in her world. Even these past weeks, she had at least looked satisfied after they slept together, even if not exactly "happy". Now nothing, up to and including climaxing inside of her, was enough to shift her from the depths of despair.
"Yang… I'm scared for you. Really scared. Isn't there anything I can do for you? I'm so out of ideas, but I want to help so bad…"
But it seemed hopeless. As she shifted her body to at least slip herself out of Blake's body again, there was a slight sigh when the cold air was hitting it again. But that was it. Apart from that, she was no different. Still crying, still clearly without hope. Still with her spirit completely broken. She gradually shook her head, sniffing again.
"I don't know what you can do. How can I ask you to help me, when I don't know how to help myself?"
"Then maybe…" Blake finally slid from on top of her friend's body to one side and reached down to tuck her gently back into her slacks, zipping them closed again. For once, she did absolutely nothing lewd or appreciative of the part itself; just put it away, then reached up and wrapped her arm around her stomach. Her stomach clenched as she braced for impact. This was going to be awful. "Maybe you… should… talk to someone else? A lady I work with, Velvet… she went through grief counseling when her sister passed away. I'll get the name of who she went to and pass it on to you. I mean, can't hurt to try it once, right?"
"Yeah… Yeah I guess." This was the first time she was remotely admitting that she needed help. And although it was reluctant, it was more than the whole two months. Looking downward in a daze once again, she began to think of that possibility. Counselling. It was a familiar road, one she had many hours of when she transitioned. Of all the things that would push her back to going, it was an ex.
That made her breathe outwardly. "How pathetic is this, though? Me maybe being… Depressed with a capital D because of a breakup."
"Pretty pathetic," Blake told her with a weak smile. "But then again, how pathetic is it that the moment you're back in my life, I'm on top of you like nothing ever happened? Seriously, I have no room to judge."
It wasn't exactly the same, but Yang wasn't about to argue against her. She felt too weak, and was always getting weaker by the minute. That seemed to be the trend, for her to have these briefly relaxed moments after sex and then sink back into the sullen state she was in before. Blake was offering help. Like she was last time; only now, Yang had agreed to try.
As she nodded and huddled into Blake's side, the only question remaining was a simple one: would she be brave enough to stick to that agreement? Or would her pride in her own ability and denial of circumstances be her downfall?
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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