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Yang was staring. She knew she was, and that she should probably stop before she made a fool of herself, but Blake looked hot . Honestly, it should be illegal for someone to look that good in a bikini.
'If you can even call that a bikini.'
The top was a deep purple halter with diamond shaped cutouts across the chest, leaving very little to the imagination. And the bottoms...lets just say Yang was both grateful and disappointed when Blake put her denim cutoffs back on. Admittedly the shorts also left little to the imagination but the bikini bottoms…Yang may or may not have mentally compared them to dental floss when she first saw them.
Besides, she wasn't the only one, she saw both Sun and Ilia staring at her too.
Not that anyone could blame them.
Well...yes they could. Blake was a strong, independent and intelligent woman, not a piece of meat for people to drool over.
Yang's brow pinched together as she shook her head, prying her gaze away from Blake. She licked her lips and swallowed thickly as her stomach started to bubble with guilt.
But all it took was hearing the other girl's laugh from the other end of the dock and Yang's eyes were once again locked on Blake.
"You're drooling."
Yang jumped from her spot on one of the lawn chairs, spinning around towards the voice while wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
Weiss rolled her eyes as she gracefully sat down on the chair beside the blonde, somehow managing to elegantly scooch herself back so she could lean against the backrest. She raised an eyebrow in silent judgement at her friends antics,
"You weren't literally drooling Yang...I was kidding."
Yang awkwardly cleared her throat before hastily wiping her hands against her board shorts,
"Y-ya, I knew that."
Weiss shook her head, glancing between her friend beside her and the one sitting at the end of the dock. Weiss inhaled deeply before letting out an exasperated sigh,
"This is ridiculous, just go talk to her for Pete's sake!"
Yang sighed heavily. Her and Blake had been doing this weird dance over the last couple months, getting closer, slowly moving towards being something more, but then every.single.time one of them worked up the nerve to take that extra step, something inevitably came up. Which would then end up pushing them five steps back. And the dance would reset.
It had gotten to the point where Yang was starting to think maybe all the interruptions were some sort of cosmic sign. That her and Blake weren't meant to be together, that they were supposed to just stay friends.
Naturally, when she had voiced this concern to Weiss it had earned her a loving smack upside the head.
"You dolt! If any two people were meant to be together, it's you two. You both just need to work on your timing...because it truly is horrible."
Yang simply shrugged her shoulders and pushed herself back into the chair, turning her head to the left, away from Weiss, and shifting her focus towards the lake. It was a little past noon, so the sun was high in the sky making the water on the lake sparkle. It was beautiful. Regardless of what happened this weekend she was glad she had taken Coco up on her offer to come to her family's cottage; she needed a break.
With a forward tilt of her head, Yang sent her aviators sliding onto her nose with practised ease. She let her eyes flutter shut, basking in the warmth of the summer heat. Actively ignoring her friend as she got up and walked away, muttering something about "useless lesbians" under her breath.
Yang didn't remember falling asleep, but she soon found herself being woken up by a gentle tap to the shoulder.
"Yang?"
At the sound of Blake's voice, and the realization that it was her hand resting against her shoulder, Yang found herself jolting awake, scrambling to sit up, yanking off her sunglasses.
"Blake! H-Hey!"
Yang grimaced at her own awkwardness, but her growing anxiety was quickly abated by the warm smile Blake was giving her,
"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."
Yang shook her head, swallowing thickly,
"Y-you didn't!"
Blake's smile quickly morphed into a smirk as she raised one eyebrow, sending the blonde a questioning look.
Yang chuckled nervously before rubbing the back of her neck with her hand,
"Okay, you...you might have startled me a little bit. But.." Yang licked her lips. "But it's okay, cuz...cuz it's you."
And just like that, Blake's features softened and she gave Yang another warm smile.
"I was actually going to ask you for a favor? If that's okay?"
Yang nodded, no longer trusting herself to speak. Her cheeks were on fire, and her blush only deepened as she watched Blake turn around and untie the back of her bikini top, keeping one arm firmly against her chest to keep the material from moving. She sat down in front of Yang, at the foot of the extended lawn chair. She slowly twisted around to look at her, a knowing smirk on her face and a mischievous glint in her eye as she handed Yang a bottle of sunscreen,
"Would you mind doing my back for me?"
Yang froze at her words, her arm halfway towards the bottle in Blake's hand; there was some sort of gay fueled disconnect between her brain and the rest of her body.
But when she saw Blake's features start to slowly move from confident to uncertain, her ears drooping to the sides, Yang sprang into action. She grabbed the bottle and shifted forward until her legs were firmly placed on either side of Blake's.
Yang quickly squeezed some lotion into the palm of her hand, rubbing it between her hands to warm it up before moving to massage it into the soft, milky white skin of Blake's back. She made sure to get her entire back covered before moving her focus to kneading the tight muscles of Blake's upper back and shoulders. Yang paid careful attention to the slight twitches and flicks of Blake's cat ears, and the soft sighs and groans Blake was making, to judge what she liked and if her pressure was okay.
The longer she worked on Blake's shoulder, the more comfortable both girls became with the new contact. Blake letting herself lean back into Yang's touches and Yang becoming ever so slightly more bold with her touches.
Gently trailing her fingers along Blake's neck, with a shaky hand she pushed some of her short hair away and off her neck. Yang felt her heart hammering in her chest as she watched a shiver pass through Blake's body, goosebumps blooming across the girl's skin. She licked her lips and pressed a soft kiss to the back of Blake's neck.
"Get a room!"
And just like that, the moment was shattered.
Yang shot Sun a glare that had him running back up towards the cottage, before she tied Blake's top back up for her and gently rubbed her hands up and down her arms.
~~~
Yang threw her head back and laughed, Nora's antics were always a good source of entertainment. She took a gulp from her drink and pouted when she realized she had finished it. She could get up and go get herself another one; the cooler was just on the other side of the bonfire. But she was comfy, she had changed into a baggy pair of sweatpants and a tank top and had managed to snag one of the warmest blankets available. But the combination of the heat from the fire and her natural body temperature was keeping her warm enough to not need it, so she kept it folded, hanging off the back of her chair.
"Here"
Yang looked up and Lilac met Gold. Blake was standing beside her with a bottle of Sunflower Pop in each hand, and a tender smile on her face. Yang took the offered drink out of Blake's hand, whispering a soft "thank you." Blake's smile grew, and Yang couldn't be sure, but she thought she saw the hints of a blush forming across the other girl's face.
'Don't be ridiculous, it's probably just from the heat of the fire.'
Yang knew she should say something, anything. A quick glance around the fire and she noticed that everyone seemed to have paired off. Nora with Ren, Coco and Velvet, even Ilia and Weiss were sitting together. The only people sitting on their own were her, Jaune, Pyhrra and Sun. And Blake. Who had moved to stand in front of her, looking at her expectantly. This was the perfect opportunity.
"Hey Blake! You can come sit with me! I can make room."
Yang watched as Blake glanced over towards where Sun was sitting, squishing himself into the side of his chair to make room, before looking back at her.
Blake shivered, the cool air making her teeth chatter slightly, before opening her mouth to speak, a hopeful look in her eye,
"I'd uh, I'd actually rather share with you if you were comfortable with that?"
Yang blinked.
Then blinked again.
Her mouth hanging open. Brain short-circuiting. Before squeaking out.
"Uh y-ya! S-sure!"
Yang shook her head and coughed, her face burning in embarrassment; she cleared her throat one more time before speaking, her words coming out stronger,
"Of course, I can move over."
Blake placed her hand on Yang's shoulder, instantly making her stop what she was doing. When Yang looked up again she was met with a sly smirk and that same mischievous glint in Blake's eyes that simultaneously made her heart beat faster and her mouth run dry.
"I don't want you to move."
And before Yang could even process what was happening Blake was sitting curled up across her lap, her head resting against her chest, tucked up under her chin. The blanket pulled around them both. On instinct Yang wrapped her arm around Blake's waist, holding her firmly against her body. Her other arm resting against her legs above the blanket, drink in hand.
It took a few minutes, and the rest of her drink, before Yang started to relax. As soon as she did she could feel the tension leave Blake's body as she nuzzled into Yang's upper chest,
"This is nice right?"
Yang couldn't stop the grin that broke out across her face even if she wanted too. She looked down at the girl in her arms and hummed happily in response, gently resting her cheek against the top of Blake's head, being sure to be mindful of her ears.
"Ya, it is."
~~~
It wasn't long after that Jaune pulled out his guitar and started playing some songs. Their friends singing along; laughing when one of them sang horribly out of key.
But Yang couldn't focus on the guitar. The music. Or any of their friends. Because Blake had slipped her hand up under Yang's tank top and was lazily tracing her fingers across her abs. Her blunt nails gently scraped across her skin. Her fingers trailing lower and lower each time until she started toying at the blonde waistband.
Yang swallowed thickly, her throat bobbing. She was turned on beyond belief, an uncomfortable wetness forming between her legs that just got worse each time Blake's fingers raked down her abdomen. Her skin was on fire. She wanted Blake. Badly.
There was a part of her that was embarrassed by how turned on she was, Blake wasn't doing anything overly sexual, not really. But if the way Blake kept squirming in her lap and the way she not so subtly pressed her thighs together, Blake wasn't doing much better. And Yang took some comfort in that.
It was in that moment that Blake decided to dip her fingers past Yang's waistband, pulling a gasp that hitched in the back of her throat. Blake froze and twisted against her to look her in the eye,
"If you're uncomfortable or..or don't want this, tell me. Tell me to stop and I will."
It was the sincerity in her voice that made Yang's decision. She knew what Blake had been through and knew how important continued consent was to her. She knew without a doubt that Blake would stop at any time if she asked her to. Yang shifted under Blake, tilting her head to whisper in her ear, inhaling deeply against her temple,
"I want you so so bad right n-now. Just.." Yang looked around the bonfire, their friends were paying them no mind but she still felt exposed, "just not here."
Blake studied her face for a few seconds before grinning wickedly and whispering,
"Then follow me."
Yang could hear her friends laughing and hollering after her as Blake yanked her up from their chair and started to lead her stumbling away from the fire.
Yang followed willingly, albeit more clumsily, letting herself be led to wherever Blake wanted them to go, more focused on the pounding in her chest and the throbbing in her core, than where they were going. So when she felt herself be pushed up against the side of a car she was a bit confused.
She had been so distracted she missed the first time Blake spoke. She blinked her eyes and shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts,
"S-sorry?"
Blake smiled at her softly while tenderly cupping her jaw in both hands,
"I said, can I kiss you?"
Yang's throat bobbed as she wet her lips, nodding her head vigorously. Blake's smile grew before she pushed herself up on her tip toes and kissed Yang softly. But the kiss didn't stay soft for long, it was quickly replaced with burning desire and unbridled lust, as morphed into something hot, messy and a battle for dominance. Blake was the one to deepen the kiss, sliding her tongue past Yang's lips. Instantly pulling a moan from the blonde's throat. Yang's hands instinctively reached out and grabbed a hold of Blake's hip, pulling her flush against her. Blake let out a breathy "fuck" as their bodies collided together, her hands slipping up under Yang's shirt, splaying across the girls abdomen, before snaking them around her back, her nails biting into Yang's pale skin. Blake bit down gently on Yang's bottom lip, tugging on it slightly before pushing farther up onto her tiptoes and whispered in the Yang's ear,
"Get in the car."
Now, anyone who has ever had or attempted to have, sex in a car knows that it is not the most comfortable or ideal locations.
But the second she had Blake pushing her against the backseat, straddling her hips, Yang didn't care where they were. Just that they were together. And the second Blake's lips were back on hers, Yang didn't care about anything other than making the girl slowly grinding against her feel good.
Yang's hands automatically found Blake's hips, pulling her against her body once again. Blake's fingers tangled in Yang's hair, the girl's tongue sliding across her bottom lip, silently asking for permission. Permission that Yang quickly granted, pulling a small moan from her throat as her grip on Blake's hips tightened. She sucked on Blakes bottom lip, her heart hammering in her chest. She released Blake and kissed her softly, before she slowly started to push her hands up Blake's abdomen towards her chest. She stopped just shy, fingers trailing along the underside of the girl's breasts.
Blake deepened this kiss once more while gently grabbing onto Yang's wrists, slowly guiding them under her shirt, over her stomach, up towards her chest. Blake pulled back, looking Yang in the eye as she slowly pulled Yang's hands over her breasts, squeezing them over the girls hands.
Blake moved her hands to Yang's shoulders, bending to whisper in the girls ear,
"I want you to touch me Yang."
Yang wasn't sure which one did it; was it the low raspy voice dripping with desire, or the words themselves that Blake whispered in her ear, or was it the feeling of warm breathe ghosting over her ear and neck or maybe the fact that she could feel Blake's nipples start to pebble under her palms? Or maybe it was simply a combination of all the above. Whatever it was, it sent a jolt of pleasure down her spine to core.
Yang growled, bringing her hands down to the hem of Blake's shirt,
"I want this off."
Blake scrambled to help get herself out of her shirt, before helping Yang out of hers, tossing them somewhere behind her. Blake's bikini top followed soon after. The second her clothing was off, Yang's mouth was on her neck, her hands back on her chest. She kissed and sucked against Blake's neck as she palmed and rolled her nipples between her fingers. Blake tangled her fingers in Yang's hair and she threw her head back and let out a throaty moan.
Blake was on fire.
Every single touch set her skin ablaze, sending jolt after jolt of arousal and need through her entire body. She gently, but forcefully, guided Yang down towards her chest. Yang immediately flicked one of Blake's nipples with her tongue before sucking it between her lips. Swirling her tongue around the hardened peak as she pinched and rolled the other between her fingers. Blake's grip on Yang's hair tightened, holding her firmly in place as she cried out in pleasure. Her hips were moving on their own. Desperate for any form of friction where she needed it most.
"Yang. Please. I need. Fuck."
Yang switched sides, making sure to pay equal attention to each of Blake's breasts. Blake whimpered as Yang sucked on her chest, gently grazing her teeth against her nipple.
"Fuck Yang I need you to touch me."
Yang looked up at Blake, her tongue still lightly flicking against her, the sight was enough for Blake to feel another wave of arousal pool between her legs.
"Yang please "
Yang let her go with a pop, slowly trailing her fingertips up and down Blake's sides, goosebumps forming in their wake, as she kissed her way up her chest towards her neck. A small smirk toying at the corner of her mouth,
"I am touching you Blake."
Blake growled, her impatience reaching the breaking point. She grabbed one of Yang's hands and confidently guided her down her body, pausing just above her waistband. Blake looked Yang dead in the eye, pupils blown, dark with need ,
"Please Yang...I need you."
The whispered plea combined with Blake's hips canting against her was enough for Yang to snap.
She slowly pushed her fingers past Blake's waistband dipping them between her legs. The angle was awkward and the clothing was restricting, but there was no space for either of them to shimmy out of the rest of their clothes.
But the second Yang's fingers came into contact with the wet heat between Blake's legs, neither of them cared much.
Yang's head fell forward against Blake's chest as she groaned,
"Fuck Babe"
Yang started making small circles against Blake's clit while leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses up her chest before nipping against her neck.
A breathy whisper ghosting along her skin,
"You're so wet"
Blake whimpered before crashing her lips back against Yang's. Her hips moving against Yang's hand, her pace increasing as the coil deep in her abdomen started to wind tighter and tighter.
" Fuck "
Blake pulled back, tugging on Yang's lower lip,
"Inside. Yang. Fuck . Please. I need you inside."
Blake was panting, she would have been embarrassed by the desperation in her voice if she wasn't already wound up as tight as she was. But as it was, she was too turned on to care.
Yang decided not to tease her anymore, and just give Blake what she needed, slipping two fingers inside her. Both of them moaning at the feeling. Yang pressed soft circles against Blake's clit, allowing her to adjust, waiting until Blake started moving her hips before pumping her fingers in and out of her. Their current position didn't allow for much leverage on Yang's part, but Blake didn't seem to care as she ground her hips and rode Yang's fingers.
Blake's heart was pounding in her chest, breath coming in short gasps as she chased her own release. Yang's lips and her free hand grabbing, pinching, kissing, licking and sucking any and all the exposed skin she could reach. She was already so turned on, so close, that it didn't take long before the tight coil low in her abdomen exploded. Blake's head snapped back, ears pinning to her scalp, her back arching, her nails scraping across Yang's upper back, as she came. Her entire body tingling and buzzing with pleasure.
Yang kissed Blake's collarbone, softly still circling her clit, letting Blake ride out her high. Moments later Blake sagged against her, resting their foreheads together.
"You're so beautiful Blake."
Blake hummed, a lazy smile on her face, before she softly kissed Yang, mumbling against her lips "That was amazing."
Yang gently slid her hand out from inside Blake's pants, locking her eyes with Blake's as she licked her fingers clean. Blake's lips parted seconds before she crashed back against Yang, moaning at the taste of herself on Yang's lips and tongue. She pushed Yang to the side, both girls awkwardly maneuvering themselves around in the cramped space until Blake had Yang laying down across the backseat.
Blake wasted no time, trailing her hands down Yangs body, stopping at the top of her pants. Blake softly rubbed the pad of her thumb against Yang's hip bones, waiting for permission to go farther. Yang reached up, curling her fingers against the back of Blake's neck before pulling her down into a heated kiss, only breaking it off when the need for oxygen became to great, and the throbbing in her core started to become painful,
"Blake please, please."
Yang canted her hips upwards, trying to get across what she was unable to vocalize.
Blake kissed her slowly before sliding her hand under her waistband, moving to whisper in her ear the same moment she pressed two fingers inside,
"Don't worry Baby, I got you."
The moan that escaped Yang's throat was borderline pornagraphic, making Blake bit her bottom lip, her own hips bucking forward at the sound.
Blake's ears flicked upwards as she heard the sound of shoes crunching against gravel, moving towards them.
"Looks like we weren't the only ones who had this idea."
She dropped forward, clamping her free hand over Yang's mouth while simultaneously having to bite back another moan as her chest came into contact with the blonde's. She stilled her other hand, keeping her fingers inside Yang, not moving. While the idea of possibly getting caught turned them both on, Blake was fairly certain Yang didn't actually want to get caught.
But that didn't mean she couldn't tease her a little bit.
Blake shifted forward, the warmth of her breath ghosting against Yang's ear, sending a shiver through the blonde's body. Her voice was low, raspy, dripping with desire, a light dusting of mischievousness,
"Can you be quiet?"
Blake smirked as she watched Yang's eyes widen in surprise. She waited until Yang nodded before shifting her weight, moving to straddle Yangs leg. Blake slowly started to pump her fingers in and out of Yang, the sound of the girl's arousal filling the car. She felt Yang groan against her palm, her eyes fluttering shut, head tilting back. Blake slid her hand away from Yang's mouth, trailing her fingers down the slope of her neck, smirking at the shudder that passed through Yang's body.
Blake kissed her way down Yang's chest, sucking and nipping against her skin, leaving red marks across her skin.
Blake started grinding against Yang's thigh as she continued to pump her fingers, faster, harder. Yang was whimpering and withering beneath her.
Blake loved it.
It wasn't long before Blake's own moans and whimpers of pleasure started to mix with Yang's. Both of them nearing the finish.
Blake gasped as she felt Yang's leg shift under her, pressing more firmly against her core while skilled fingers started kneading her breasts, rolling and pinching her nipples.
Blake whimpered.
She could feel herself nearing the edge at an alarming pace. And she was determined to make Yang cum first.
She leaned forward, pumping her fingers in and out of Yang while pressing small tight circles against her clit. She grazed her teeth against the blondes pulse point before whispering in her ear. Her breath hot against Yang's skin,
"You're doing so well baby. I want you to cum. I want you to cum hard on my fingers."
And just like that, Yang's back arched up, snapping like a bow as the most power orgasim she had ever experienced ripped through her body, lights exploding behind her eyes. Blake's name on her lips as she came.
Blake following behind her seconds later.
Yang's chest was heaving as she came down from her high, a warm smile spread across her face and a light chuckle sounded from her throat as Blake nuzzled against her. Yang lifted her head to kiss Blake between her ears before flopping back down onto the seat, completely spent.
Her mind wandered.
And then realized one thing.
Yang shifted,
"Blake?"
The girl laying across her chest, tucked between her body and the backrest, just hummed her acknowledgment of Yang saying her name, cuddling closer against her chest. Yang smiled, shaking her head slightly as she started to run her fingers through Blake's hair.
"You...you didn't drive up here this weekend."
Blake stiffened causing Yang's fingers to still,
"Blake? Who's car is this?"
Blake snorted softly before shifting her body to be able to press light kisses against Yang's neck, making the girl shudder. She pressed one more kiss against Yang's pulse point before whispering,
"Let's just say you should be
extra
nice to Weiss for the rest of the weekend."