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She Wants The Dust
By : RWBYRemnants
Category: +M through R > RWBY
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Chapter List
- 6
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THIS CHAPTER: Bumbleby; alcohol consumption, cuddling, confessions (no smut)
Blake/OC; random flirting, first kiss, ear-petting (no smut)
A quick ride on Yang's beloved motorcycle, Bumblebee, was all it took for them to get to their destination: a smaller-scale club on the edge of Vale. Not quite as big as Junior's, but with Yang's reputation there, it wasn't the best place to take Blake for her first night out.
Once the doors opened, the music was blaring directly into their faces. Blinding lights were lighting up the dance floor, and said dancers on it. Many people of all genders, even race, were all gathered in one place. There was only one reasonably calm place: the bar.
"What drink do you want?" Yang shouted to her friend, struggling to be louder than the music. "First one is on me!"
"Um," Blake stalled as she pulled at the hem of her skirt. It was quite short, and she wasn't comfortable in any outfit other than her customary shorts-related ones, but Yang had insisted she dress for the venue. "What do you recommend?"
"From here? They do this thing called a 'Love Potion'; like a Strawberry Sunrise but sweeter! Fitting, huh?" The blonde herself was wearing a rather short skirt along with her high boots. If she was going to make Blake dress for the venue, she would, too. They were in this together, after all.
After ordering two of the special cocktails, she watched as Blake fiddled with her shirt again and again. "Don't worry, you look great!"
"Are you sure? Because I feel like a fool." Nevertheless, she raised her glass. "Bottom's up?"
"Now you're speaking my language!" Yang grinned, raising her own as she clinked it against the side of her partner's, before tipping it right down her throat. Greeted by both a sweet taste of strawberry, mixed with a fair amount of alcohol, it was already enough to make the blonde shake her head side to side as she got used to the taste. "WHOA! Okay, that has a kick to it!"
"Yeah!" Blake coughed, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Already, a pleasant warmth was coiling in her stomach. "Wh-what did you say was in that, again?"
"Strawberry, vodka, rum, and I think I tasted peach in there, too." The blonde coughed a little, already feeling a buzzing sensation in her head. They may end up walking home at that rate!
But sat a few seats down from the bar was another Faunus. One with particularly large ears. These were flopped over, clearly not feline. This was a dog Faunus. And he was staring right at Blake.
"Hey, don't look now, but I think you got some interest already, pussycat." Yang smirked, gesturing toward said Faunus.
"Do I?" Shaking her head to clear it, she noticed the man. He wasn't a bad-looking sort, with some rough-looking charm and sharp clothing. Still, she didn't feel any particular interest in him over anyone else there. "Huh."
"Shall I call him over?" she asked, occasionally glancing over to him, then back to her partner.
"Well, I... maybe if..." In the end, Blake thought it would be rude to say anything else, so she forced a smile and said, "I guess."
With another glance over to the canine Faunus, Yang gestured for him to walk on over. Which he did so without haste, trying to "play it cool". Once near enough, he took a seat right next to Blake, smiling contently. From the way he was dressed, he was clearly another who grew up in Vacuo. No sense of how to dress up.
"Well, well, I haven't seen you around here before. What can I get you to drink, sweet cheeks?"
Blake's first instinct was to say "what my good friend Yang is having," but she decided to play the game. Maybe the old dog really would find a way to dazzle her, and her first impression would turn out to be wrong.
"What are you having?" she asked him softly.
"Depends how thirsty you are. Drinks are a little pricey here." From the smell of his breath, he had already been drinking. And not the particularly nice-flavoured cocktails that the girls were sampling. Leaning in closer to Blake, so Yang couldn't hear him, he quietly added, "Drinks are free back at my place, if you know what I mean?"
Wrinkling her nose at both the cheesy line and the stench of alcohol coming from him, Blake whispered back, "I do, and that's quite alright. I just want to have a nice evening out."
"My place is 'out', and I can assure you, it would be a lovely evening..."
It seemed the Faunus was persistent - and persistent, in Yang's eyes, meant bad. He hadn't even asked for her name! It was something she wouldn't stand for, and so walking over to where they were both sitting, she glared down at the dog Faunus, forcing herself to grin good-naturedly. "Is there a problem here?"
"No, no," Blake assured her with an embarrassed smile. "This gentleman was just making an offer, and I was politely declining, that's all."
"Say Blondie... How about you convince your friend here, hmm? You understand dogs'll just keep chasing cats, right?"
But at that comment, the falsely-innocent smile that was on Yang's face had started to turn into a sarcastic, angry one. Towering over him once again, she said, "Dogs also get their balls cut off when they can't control their urges, so how about you listen to my friend, and leave her alone?"
Swallowing hard, Blake leaned in and whispered to Yang, "Hey, he hasn't tried to force anything, it's not a big deal..." Meanwhile, in the back of her mind, she was at least grateful that her friend was sticking up for her. More than just that, but it was all she was willing to contemplate while they were still dealing with the over-amorous drunk.
"Whoa... I'm starting to see what's going on here." The dog Faunus gazed at them both, watching how Blake constantly stayed so close to Yang. He had made an assumption that would turn out to be a big mistake. "How's about both of you ladies come back with me? Free booze, so long as I can watch."
"So long as you can watch... what?" Blake had a slight suspicion of what he might mean, but at this juncture she didn't dare assume. "Just what exactly do you think is going to happen at your apartment?"
"You're both here, dressed to kill, won't leave each other's side. You're lookin' for a three-way, right?"
The blonde could barely believe what she was hearing. This man, whom Blake had rejected twice, was trying to get them BOTH into bed. It was unreal. Clearly he wouldn't go away, unless Yang scared him.
"The only three way you're gonna get is a one-two-three punch in the face. She said 'no', so beat it."
"Yang, that's not necessary," Blake said quietly. "This man was just on his way, wasn't he?" At that, she turned a pointed look in his direction - more trying to communicate that him leaving was for his own good than trying to taunt or tease.
"Whatever," the man sighed reluctantly, getting up and returning to where he was first sitting.
With the threat gone, Yang turned to Blake, a slightly worried expression in her eyes. "Okay, yeah, I was harsh. But trust me, he wouldn't have backed off."
"Oh, thank God you did," Blake confided to Yang under her breath as she glanced over her shoulder at the man, who was already turning to chat up a pink-haired girl. "I just... you know, wanted to make him give up on us without it turning into a situation. Thought that would be easier and not get us kicked out of the club."
"You gotta be firm, but fair. Sorry about him, though. Next one I'll make sure is pretty cool with us." Scouting the room again, she searched for anyone else who was looking in their direction, until, from the other side the dance floor, her eyes focused on... "Neptune!"
While Yang was looking Neptune's direction, Blake was mulling over something the dog Faunus had said. Threesome? They looked like that's what they were after? Perhaps it had been merely him reading things into the situation that didn't exist, but on the other hand...
Then her thoughts were temporarily suspended when she saw Neptune approaching them, cocking a fingergun and winking. Apparently, he was Yang's next candidate to be her date for the evening.
"C'mon, least Neptune will accept 'no' for an answer if we say so." Grasping Blake's hand, she was already heading in that direction with her. There really was no stopping her this evening!
"Hey, ladies!" Neptune bellowed once they were within relative hearing distance. "What brings you out tonight?!"
"Oh, nothing," Blake said as she began dancing. That wasn't quite an accurate assessment of her prowess; she had never been that interested in such leisure pursuits. Basically, she just tried to move her hips in time with the music and copy what other people were doing.
"We're tryin' to get Blake here a date, but so far we've only attracted a creep..." Yang explained, joining in as she too moved her hips in rhythm. Taking a quick look around, she noticed someone was missing, someone who was always by his side. "Sun not with you tonight?"
"Nah," Neptune said as he did a quick spin. "Some girl with antlers was hanging off him when he headed for the exit. Can you believe that? Totally ditched me!" Then he flashed one of his patented smiles as he shrugged. "Anything I can get you two girls? A drink, maybe some apps? This place makes pretty good vacuñero poppers!"
"Oooohhh, I love those!" Yang grinned. With Neptune, she was confident that he wouldn't try to force anything if Blake didn't turn out to be interested. And there would be no feelings hurt if Neptune wasn't interested, as well. At least so far he had offered a drink without it needing to be at his bedside.
"Sweet!" Neptune said, turning to the bar that lead to the kitchens. "Hey, let me get an order of poppers!" The bartender nodded and gave the command to the line cook through the window.
From the other side the room, however, there was a crimson-haired girl staring at Blake from a distance. Holding her drink steady and with a slight blush on her face, she tucked her hair behind her ear. She wasn't exactly waiting for an indication to walk over to them, or even trying to summon the initiative to go over without any signals, but it was certainly the women that were catching her eye rather than the men.
Which Blake noticed. True, she didn't assume anything more than that she was checking out everyone and anyone, but that was readily apparent. Still... she was glancing in their direction fairly often. After the third or fourth time they made eye contact, the girl smiled a little wider. That was confirmation. Hoping that at the very least they might make a new friend, Blake gave her a tiny wave before turning her attention to Yang and Neptune again.
However, Neptune also noticed Blake waving, and the girl looking in their general direction. "Hey, you know that girl?"
The girl gave a slight wave back, before getting up from her seat. Already she was dodging through the many dancers on the floor to get to them, trying her best not to spill her relatively full drink.
"Nah, I don't," she told him, glancing over at Yang. "Um... what do I do?"
"Well, let's try bachelor - or bachelorette, number two!" Yang gave her partner a playful wink, watching as the crimson haired girl joined them all.
Just like Blake, she too was dressed to impress. Short dress, a few bracelets, hair straightened and held back. But so far, she was relatively quiet, until she said to Blake, "H-hey."
"Hi," Blake said back shyly. Again, she wouldn't dare assume anything other than friendship... but the girl was putting out other signals, it seemed.
Not that Neptune picked up on them. "Heya, gorgeous. My name's Neptune, and these are my friends." He seemed to be waiting for Blake and Yang to introduce themselves, or the newcomer.
The blonde right away perked up. "Name's Yang, and this lovely creature is my friend, Blake!" Yang wasn't entirely stupid; she could tell that this woman was there for the women, and not for Neptune. Much to his dismay.
"Blake... nice name." She smiled, holding out her free hand toward her awkwardly. Seems she too was new to all this. "My name's Carmine, or just Carm will do."
"Carm, I dig it," Neptune purred. He was clearly trying to work an angle, despite her disinterest up until that point. They had to give him an "E" for Effort. "We just ordered some poppers if you want one."
"Ignore him, Carm," Blake chuckled quietly, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. "He's a good guy, though."
"Hey," Neptune said with a slightly dejected air. "What did I do?"
"Your gaydar is malfunctioning." Yang whispered to Neptune as surreptitiously she could, though returning to normal volume, she clapped her hands together. "Sooooo... You want us to stay with you guys? Or shall we leave you alone to talk?"
"Y-you don't have to leave! I was um... Wondering if I could get Blake a drink?" Giving a sweet smile to her, she chuckled, "Or... shots?"
Smiling back bashfully, Blake answered her, "Shots aren't really my thing, but... yeah, a drink would be cool. If you don't mind."
"I could get some drinks!" Neptune interjected, apparently made slightly nervous. He was starting to move beyond thinking Carm would be interested in one-on-one time with him and simply trying to stay relevant to the gathering.
"Well then... I'll have a Purple Rain, if you're sure." She had already seemed to give in trying to get Blake alone, sighing reluctantly as she leant against the bar. Still, she wasn't going to give up talking to her, at least. What was something she could comment on?
There was only one thing she could think of, and it was something she had been wanting to say all along. Better now than before the blue-haired boy came back. "...Your ears are cute."
"M-my ears?" Blake had thought her bow covered them quite well, and she had to fight the urge to raise a hand to the top of her head, and instead clutched the lobe of a human ear. "What do you mean?"
Carm's smile was slightly bemused. "You got one uncovered a little."
The bow must have partially fallen off on the ride here. Yang really did like putting the pedal to the metal. It would explain why the dog Faunus earlier was so keen.
"S-sorry, should I have not said that? I'm kinda useless at this stuff."
"No, it's fine," Blake sighed dejectedly. What had happened to her that she failed so spectacularly to hide her Faunus heritage? "So, um... what do you like to do?"
"Well... I work in the telecom towers. Kinda boring, really. I thought I'd give coming here a go for some fun, but my coworkers seem to have ditched me." She laughed nervously, scratching the back of her head as best she could. "W-what about you?"
"I'm a st-" Blake stopped herself. Technically, students at Beacon weren't supposed to frequent the clubs for a plethora of reasons. "Just, um, looking to make new friends. Guess it's working."
Before she could say anything cheesier, the poppers arrived, as did a pair of Purple Rains. Blake took a single popper and sniffed it idly. To ease her nerves, Carm already began to drink with haste, managing to down half of her cup before anyone could tell her otherwise. It was only then she saw the food.
"Oooh... May I? They look fantastic."
Laughing, Blake held out the one she had picked up. "Go ahead, I'm, um, not very hungry." To be truthful, the entire day was making her too nervous to even contemplate food, though the poppers did smell quite good.
"Ah, you shoulda said," Neptune put in as he picked up his own drink.
"It's no big deal, I just... thought I was more hungry than I am, I guess."
"I usually eat when I'm nervous. Is that weird? I think it's weird..." Before she could ramble too much, Carm managed to silence herself, picking up one of the poppers and biting a considerable chunk out of it. Right away, she was met with a spicy, cheesy flavour, made even better by the alcohol numbing her senses. "Mmm..."
"Don't worry about it." The new acquaintance reminded Blake of someone, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Maybe it would come to her later. "You, uh, wanna dance? Or chill in a booth?"
"Chilling in a booth sounds fun. We can... chat." She smiled, unable to help herself as she quickly took one more popper, before getting up from her chair. "Lead the way."
"Oh good," Blake sighed with a smile, "I'm not much of a dancer. You and Neptune are alright here for a while, right, Yang?"
"Uhhh," Neptune said, but was cut off immediately by the blonde, who wrapped her arm around his shoulders, pulling him into her and squeezing.
"Iiiiit's fine! You two gals have a nice chat!"
"Oh, but I..."
Alas, they were already leaving poor Neptune behind and headed to a booth in a shady corner, drinks in tow. It was only once they sat down that Blake noticed Carm had a couple of poppers clasped in a napkin.
"Oh, you... really did like those, huh?"
"Y-yeah. They're really good. You want one?" she asked, holding one up by the stem in her general direction. Was she going to hand-feed it to her? That was a form of flirting, right?
Blake smiled shyly. "N-no, I wouldn't want to take them from you when I'm not even hungry." Secretly, she thought anything with even the least amount of spice might make her sick in the moment. "But um... so, you come here with those work friends a lot?"
"No, actually. Only been a couple of times. They wanted me to make more friends more like me, so... here I am!" She chuckled nervously, tucking the pepper back in the napkin. Taking another sip of her drink, and nearly finishing it, she asked, "The blonde girl over there, she's your friend, right?"
"Yang? Yeah, she's my partner." Blinking at how that sounded, she hastily added, "At work! Partner at work!"
"So you and her are close, then?" she asked, occasionally gazing back at said blonde. But whenever she seemed to look over, Yang seemed to be looking right back at them both. It was enough to make her even more nervous. "Don't take this the wrong way, but she looks as though she'd kick my ass if I said the wrong thing, heh."
"You're not wrong about that," Blake sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. Yes, she loved that Yang always had her back, but it would be nice if she knew when to back off, as well. "But it would have to be something really wrong for her to do that, honestly. Or you'd have to be a guy."
"Oh? Are you..." What was the best way to phrase that question? As much as she didn't want to assume, if that factor was out of the way, she could make her next moves the right ones. "Sorry to be rude, asking this completely out of the blue like this, but are you, um... straight?"
"Kind of... don't know, honestly. I've never really dated much, and I'm kind of a big chicken about trying anything new, so, uh..." To fend off talking for a few seconds, Blake picked up her drink and took a few gulps.
This really was a losing battle. Both of them were too shy for their own good, and both were uncertain of the other's intentions. Swallowing, Carm looked over to Blake's hand, laying hers right by its side. "I'm more one for girls, myself..."
Whether it was due to the alcohol, or to the obvious flirtings of this near-stranger, Blake knew her cheeks were heating up. "Y-yeah? Hey, look at that, I'm one of those, aren't I?"
"You are." She smiled. Finally taking a chance, she placed her hand on top of the other, stroking her thumb along the soft skin. "A rather beautiful one, in fact."
"N-nah," Blake sputtered, unwilling to take her hand away. The contact felt nice, but she wasn't sure if she was ready for it or not. But she had to ask something else. "You're not... okay, you saw the ears. Does it bother you, me being Faunus?"
"Why would that bother me?" she asked, tilting her head as she found herself blushing wildly. The alcohol certainly didn't help at all, and she'd been drinking before she walked over. "You're cute, and the ears are even cuter."
Blake's own face was heating up, as well. Did someone tweak the thermostat? Crossing and uncrossing her legs under the table, she leaned in and whispered, "I'm probably about to insult you, and I swear I'm not trying to, but you don't have like... a thing for Faunus, do you? Not that it would be a bad 'thing', I guess, as 'things' go. I just... God, why am I asking you these things? You're not on trial here."
It seemed like her entire face lit up then. Seemed the girl was indeed hiding the fact that she had a predilection for her kind. Shown as she took her hand away and began to twiddle with her thumbs. "W-well... it's not a s-sex thing as such. It's just... the ears. I find them totally adorable. My last girlfriend had fox ears, kinda big, really.
"Ohhh, okay."
"Aaaand the one before that had lynx ears..."
That sent up a red flag in Blake's mind. On the one hand, it was nice to actually be appreciated for her differences instead of reviled for them... but on the other, she didn't want to be merely another pair of ears in Carm's collection. Still, some people liked breasts, or legs, or butts. Even further down the spectrum were people fascinated by armpits and feet and who knew what else! What was the harm in Carmine having an affinity for Faunus parts?
"Well," she whispered as she glanced into the rest of the room. Nobody but Yang was paying them any mind. "Do you... I mean, would you like to maybe pet mine?"
Looking up to them, Carm couldn't help but hunch her shoulders up nervously. She could tell already that Blake was put off by her confession, and that she wasn't entirely comfortable with it.
"L-look, Blake, you don't have to do that. I understand if you don't feel comfortable with... me saying that. I really do think you're cute, just you... the ears only add a bonus."
"I wouldn't have offered if I didn't mean it," Blake soothed her, even though the words "Faunus fetish" ran through her mind, however briefly. "You are pretty cute yourself, though."
"Perhaps... a kiss first?" she asked, placing her drink back down on the table.
"Wh-what?!" Blake burst out, startled at the sudden leap forward. When she saw Carm flinch, she softened her voice. "Oh, I... I just meant, you'd really kiss me, just like that?"
"I... I'd find that a little more comfortable than petting you - at this stage, I mean! Is that... weird? That's weird, sorry, I'll shut up now. God, what is wrong with me?!" Once again she held a hand behind her head, scratching the back of her neck nervously.
Maybe it was the liquor talking, or maybe she was just losing her mind, but Blake suddenly wanted nothing more than to press her lips against those of this flightly young creature. Therefore, she did, rushing across the space between them on the booth seat to envelop a soft set of lips with her own.
Caught by surprise, Carm stared at the feline Faunus with wide eyes. At first, she was about to push her away, but when feeling how soft her lips were... she only wanted to keep going. One of her hands rose upward, despite her insistence not to touch, and landed on her bare cat-ear. From there, she began to delicately scratch the surface of it.
Shivering, Blake felt a sensation that she had only felt on rare occasion; deep, satisfying pleasure emanating from her scalp. Rubbing it herself while showering was always fairly comforting, but someone else doing it? Sparks flew, and she shivered from deep in her core. It was hard to feel irritation that Carm had taken such a liberty with her stomach fluttering that way. Much to her own mortification, a quiet moan slipped into the kiss as her mouth opened wider.
The moan was mirrored in Carm's mouth, as she found her tongue running forward, beginning to brush itself across her bottom lip. The courage only grew when she sensed Blake was enjoying her ears being petted, as did her excitement. Given that her blush was getting warmer and warmer, her actions more bold, it seemed it really was a sex thing, after all.
Finding Carm's tongue in her mouth, Blake had to fight down a rising panic. This might be too much, too fast... or perhaps too much with someone too new would be more accurate. However, it felt incredible, and she genuinely liked Carm - her love of furry appendages notwithstanding.
What if she toyed with the shy thing, just a bit? As their lips slid over each other, Blake twitched the closest ear, wondering what her new friend might make of that.
Such a simple movement of Blake's ears seemed to drive her wild. Right away, she had to scratch the surface even more, trying her best to pull herself even closer to the girl. In the booth, that was no easy task.
Unfortunately for Blake, it was still unclear on whether or not Carm genuinely was interested in her, or if she was just in this for her ears. She was leaning toward the first, but couldn't entirely rule out the second; not only having known her less than an hour. At least with Yang, that was assured. She and Yang got along well before she even knew she was a Faunus, after all.
It was that thought that made Blake finally pull back from the kiss, breathing somewhat heavily. Immediately, she felt a sadness at the loss of contact with the sweet girl, but that was the price she would have to pay for being honest with herself. With both of them.
Why had she just thought of Yang in that moment?
Breathing heavily herself, the redhead finally opened her eyes again, looking up to her new Faunus friend. Already however, she could sense that Blake didn't look as happy about the kiss as she was. And that made her withdraw her hand right away. "S-sorry, was that not..?"
"I just..." The look in Carm's eyes impelled Blake to slide a hand into her hair and cradle her head gently. Maybe they had pulled away just a bit too quickly. "This is a lot for me this soon, and I can't even tell what you like about me. Besides the ears, I mean."
Unlike the dog Faunus, whom Blake had to reject three times, Carmine offered a still friendly smile, backing herself away from her personal space.
"T-that's fine, I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable, Blake. You are still really cute though, and would be a real catch. And I s-swear it's not just your kitty ears."
The way Carm fumbled with her words, the shy, friendly smile, and the willingness to please finally broke through Blake's mental block; Carm reminded her of Ruby. Essentially, she had just made out with her partner's little sister, which was why nothing had felt right from the beginning. Maybe that was a silly association to make, but in that moment, it was glaringly obvious... and didn't sit right with her.
"No, no, it's fine, it... that really was nice. I just don't know you very well, and we just met, so... well, I don't wanna lead you on. You're way too sweet for me to do that to you." Swallowing hard, she leaned in slightly. "Friends, though?"
Nodding, she smiled happily. Once again, offering a friendly hand outward. "Friends."
Of course, that part had felt right. Taking her hand, Blake returned the smile with equal enthusiasm as they shook. "To be honest, I don't have a whole lot of those, anyway, so... it's nice to meet you, Carmine."
"And you, Blake. Oh, and by the way..." Looking over to the bar again, she saw Yang and Neptune, both currently having shots together and seeing who could down more quicker. Yang obviously winning.
"Your work partner... you're quite keen on her, aren't you?"
"Of course I am," Blake said automatically, following Carm's gaze to the bar. "We're best friends. I mean, look at how confident she is, and beautiful, and you should hear her stupid puns! Who wouldn't be lucky to have her as a friend?"
"Oh, of course! I can't say anything otherwise; she's definitely a bombshell. B-but what I meant is... well, you seem to like her, like her."
The words stunned Blake. Did she? No, of course not. That was ludicrous. She and Yang were very close friends, of course, and she had admired Yang's body on several occasions, but that was objectively. Strictly objectively. Wasn't it?
Then again, there was that recent incident when they were dressing for class. Her eyes filled with a vision of nipples poking through thin material, calling out to her... of a nude back... and how Yang had been so nervous about them changing together...
"Would that be so weird?" she accidentally said out loud.
"Not really; you two kinda work." The girl seemed to assume she was talking to her. Still, she continued, "You're sweet, down to earth, and her, she's confident, tough. Forgive the pun, but you'd be the Yin to that Yang."
The heat that had just begun to fade from Blake's cheeks was suddenly rushing back. Her and Yang?! Impossible! Besides, Yang liked men... didn't she? All she'd ever heard from the brawler were tales of her dates with guys in the past. Still, that didn't mean she would only date guys; that was presumptuous of her.
"I... nah, come on," Blake said softly, her bashful smile only growing more and more shy. "Why would she think twice about me when she could have anybody in this bar?"
"Well, you can see how confident she is. Wouldn't she have gone for someone else if she was interested in getting with someone else?"
It was true Yang hadn't really flirted with anyone in the time they had been there, nor did she seem to intend to as she stayed close to Neptune, laughing and sharing drinks with one another. But they were only good friends. No, Yang hadn't even tried to get with anyone. In the space of being here, she had only defended Blake from anyone who attempted to take advantage of her, and tried to assist her get someone else. She really cared about her.
"Carm, I don't- no. Me and Yang? But if we... what should I do, what do I say? I've never really tried to date anybody, much less a friend, and we- and she's so..."
"Just... ask her. Yang seems a nice girl and a great friend, so either you'll be together, or you'll still be friends," she reassured, reaching forward to squeeze her hand. "Please ask her out. You both deserve happiness."
"You do, too, Carm," Blake tried to deflect. "Seriously, no matter what happens... we meet up here next weekend? I can be your wingwoman."
"I'll drink to that!... If I had any more left." In her nervousness, she seemed to have drank all of her remaining cocktail. But still, she stood and moved away from the booth. "I suppose I'd better see where my friends went. You have a good night, yeah?"
"Yeah, I will. Before you go..." Taking a quick step to catch up to her friend, Blake held onto her wrist and gave her a peck on the cheek.
"Thanks for being my first kiss with a woman. It was... I'll never, ever forget it."
Sure enough, that made Carm's cheeks as red as her hair, as she tucked it behind her ear. "H-ha-happy to help!"
As Blake sidled back up to Neptune and Yang, the blue-haired man was howling like some kind of wolf. Startled, Blake stopped in her tracks. "Did... I miss something?"
"Oh!" Neptune laughed, obviously inebriated. "Nah, it's... not gonna be as funny without the setup. How you doin'?"
"Okay," she replied shyly. "Seems like you two got along pretty well without me."
"You seemed to get along without us! I saw you getting some lip-on-lip action." Yang winked, but with a quick gaze she noticed that Carm was no longer present. Nor was she at the booth. Had she left? "Hey, I thought you'd be going home with her... something happen?"
"We just... didn't quite... match up," Blake managed to force herself to say. "Apparently, I have my eye on somebody else."
"Oh yeah?" Neptune asked as he lowered his glass. "Who?"
All Blake could do was gaze at Yang, into her deep violet eyes. She really was trying to say more, to finish her thoughts, but every time she tried she could only let out quiet breaths and shiver slightly. With that one observation Carm had made, her ability to speak to her own battle partner was completely crippled.
As confident as she was, Yang was currently somewhat oblivious. Whether or not that was the alcohol affecting how observant she could be was up in the air, but all she could do was look back into the amber eyes, tilting her head. "You doing okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," Blake breathed. Lying through her teeth.
"Great!" Neptune crowed, breaking the spell as he slung an arm around his friends. "Let's dance!" And off they went onto the floor.
Three glasses of water and a cup of coffee later, Yang was sober enough to make the way home on Bumblebee. Her passenger, however, still seemed to be rather merry. Or... would have been. Since their encounter, she had became rather quiet around her, for reasons Yang couldn't quite understand. But a club with loud music wasn't the best place to ask. The bike however, if she went really slow, would be.
Placing her helmet over her locks of hair, she looked back to Blake, who was waiting. "Y'alright to hang on to me? Can always get a cab if you're not."
"Nah, I'm fine here," Blake said into Yang's back as they coasted down a slight hill. The wind whipped at her short dress, and with only the jacket to keep her truly warm, she couldn't help but feel a chill that had not been present when the sun was still up. Therefore, she squeezed in closer to her partner's back with a muttered, "S-sorry, I'm j-just cold!"
Looking back at her friend, she smiled softly, reaching a hand back to rub against her arm that was wrapped around her. "Hey, snuggle all ya want to warm up."
A smile tugged at Blake's mouth. "Not s-sure how much closer I can get, unless I wiggle under your jacket!"
That gave Yang an idea. Her semblance was warm, even through her jacket. And though she usually activated it when her hair was touched or in the midst of battle, it was still possible to activate it while on the gentle ride home. With that in mind, she waited for a long straight to close her eyes a moment, and in that moment, her body began to heat up rapidly. Thankfully for Blake, not enough to be considered her full power, but enough to make her a human radiator.
When she looked back to see how her partner was doing, her eyes were just a little bit more red than violet. "Better?"
Blake was breathless. It was better - so much better, in fact, that she was grinning from ear to ear. "Yeah. Thanks, Yang, I... it's perfect."
As she looked into the red eyes, she thought she might want to say more, or to do something reckless, but she wasn't even sure what she would do or say if she had the courage. So instead, she just leaned in and bumped their noses together affectionately.
The gesture surprised Yang, but it wasn't unwelcome. In fact, she gladly accepted it, even wiggling her head side to side to nuzzle her nose back against hers. But as much as she wanted to stay in that position all day, she had to pull away, to look back at the road.
"Just hold on tight; not gonna go fast, but it'll be nice and toasty for ya.'"
"I'm not worried," Blake told her evenly, the warmth of Yang's semblance and the liquor in her belly combining to make her feel pleasant all over. "You always take care of me."
"Well, you are kinda my best friend." She smiled, attempting as best she could to snuggle back against the woman hugging her, but on a bike that was no easy task. "Aaaaand you are kinda cute, too. But shhhh, don't tell Carm I said that."
"I won't!" the Faunus laughed as she returned the snuggling, leaning along with Yang as they drifted lazily around a corner. "Um... speaking of which, Carm said she thought you're cute, as well. And um..." Why did she feel so nervous speaking the next part? Ordinarily, she probably would have chickened out, but the warmth coming off the blonde in waves combined with her inebriated state gave her guts she didn't normally possess. "And she said you and me look like a matching set. Can you believe that?"
Yang was silent for a short moment. Her and Blake? Matching set? Before she found herself in a particularly strange relationship with Weiss, and her own sister, she had considered asking Blake in the past if she was interested in maybe going out for a meal, or just a cup of coffee. But there were always other plans, or she would outright talk herself out of it. Those thoughts were pushed down once she was 'taken'.
Until now. Perhaps, in this semi-drunken state, she could ask more about it, and there would be no hard feelings. "And what did you think about that?"
"Well, I kind of thought she lost her mind." Yang was just barely starting to laugh when Blake added, "At first."
"...At first?" she asked, lazily turning another corner once again. It wouldn't be too long until they were finally home. Only now was Blake starting to regret continuing this conversation, but now she couldn't stop.
"Well, you saw the kiss, right? Up until that moment, I wasn't sure I was really interested in any romance at all, much less... you know, with another woman. I know that might sound kind of old-fashioned, but honestly, I've mostly been attracted to men in the past, so-"
Her words cut off as they sped up suddenly on a straight-of-way, the last one before reaching the Beacon grounds. Once they slowed down again near the last few turns, she finished, "...so when I shared that moment with Carm, some things changed in my mind. About... who I might... want to be with. Do I sound nuts? Just tell me if I sound nuts."
"Doesn't sound nuts." Finally, the cogs were starting to turn properly. She realised exactly where Blake was going with all this. She liked her, really really liked her. How had she been so blind to not see it earlier?
But she had to be sure. So when they slowed to a stop at the Beacon grounds, she remained on the bike a moment, looking back to her friend. "And who do you think... that person is? The one you wanna be with, I mean."
"Somebody..." Now or never. "Somebody who's way too cute and way too good for a nobody Faunus who's only half as brave. But... she always takes care of me, anyway." Hoping that repeating the phrase would be enough, Blake fell silent, biting her lip as she waited for whatever the reaction might be. Good or bad.
Now Yang was sure. It was made crystal clear. Blake liked her. Even Carm had told her that the two made a good pair, and all the feelings for her partner she had forced away came flooding back. The ones she had tried to bury anytime they were sharing a laugh, or training together, or eating together. Or, even worse, in the locker room.
Guilt came along with the feelings. Even if Weiss was with more than one partner, Yang was still committed to her. It was a healthy relationship, a stable one. To then date Blake as well, without Weiss's knowledge, would be disloyal. It would break trust, and hurt Blake even more.
"Blake... It's not that I don't want anything like that, because believe me when I say I do – I can't believe you're talking about it, it's like a crazy dream come true! But the thing is, there's something I have to... sort out."
"Something to sort out?" Blake felt conflicted; her heart leapt at the knowledge that Yang might return her feelings, but this unknown factor worried her. Perhaps she had never dated a woman, either. If that was the holdup, there was no way she'd ever blame her for it. "Okay, um... yeah. Please do some sorting, I, uh... yeah." Blushing, she fell silent.
"...I can give you an answer tomorrow." Hopping off the bike, she held it firm to allow Blake to get down safely. "I'm just... I'm sorry to leave you hanging. You don't deserve that, and I promise it won't be any longer than that."
As Blake slid from the seat, she paused. Tomorrow? That was awfully specific. "Soon" would have made sense, but Yang already knew when she'd have an answer? However, it wouldn't make much difference if she badgered Yang for details.
"Alright. I appreciate that, if you really can make that happen."
"For now..." She slid her arm around her partner's shoulder, supporting her as they walked back toward the dorm together. Even if Blake could walk alright by herself, the blonde still held her close for support, and to warm her up. "Let's get you into bed, okay?"
"Care to join me?" Immediately after speaking, she winced. "J-just practising."
"Hey, if it's this cold inside, I just might." She winked, unable to help but give her a slight squeeze closer. Laughing and blushing in equal measure, Blake merely basked in her partner's warmth as they went inside. This was all she wanted.
For now.
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She Wants The Dust