Blake and Yang are having a fun time doing it.

That night, she had almost killed the only person who understood her and Blake's heart twisted in the wake of that smile that she could've never seen again. To take her mind off it, Blake pushed the rest of Yang's top up, her tongue running up from the bottom of her breast to the tip where she bit a stiffened nipple.

The action caused Yang to gasp and arch beneath her. "B-Blake!"

A shudder went down Blake's spine at hearing her name spoken like that. That was it. That was what she needed; to be referred to with such want. To be important to someone.

Her tongue flicked along where she just bit, her hands finally being given free reign as the cupped and kneaded those breasts, the malleable flesh working like clay in her hands. Yang squirmed beneath her, arms straining against their bindings, but she was totally and completely Blake's, the idea of which caused Blake's thighs to twitch. Later. Right now, it was Yang's turn.

While her mouth continued to nip and lick at Yang's breasts, her hands made their journey down, fingertips gliding along that smooth skin and once again Blake took immense satisfaction with how each part that she touched twitched and quivered beneath her fingertips. Her stomach Blake gave particular attention to, her nails scratching lightly at the chiseled muscles which sucked in in response.

The faunus had built up a fine sheen of saliva that caused those breasts to glisten when she finally pulled away in order to give Yang another kiss, interrupting those quiet moans that constantly left her mouth. By then she had reached Yang's shorts, blindly fumbling with the button before unzipping them.

Yang barely seemed aware with what was about to come. When Blake inspected her face, it was to see it completely flushed, the blonde panting while her eyes were clouded with lust. The usually mighty and infallible warrior reduced to this had Blake swallowing hard.

It was time to give Yang her just desserts. Blake moved down, giving herself minor detours to lavish last minute attention to Yang's breasts and lick along her navel. Below, her fingers unbuckled Yang's belt and skirt before hooking beneath the blonde's shorts and panties in order to pull them down her legs and toss them both aside, leaving her in her boots.

The scent of Yang's arousal hitting Blake's nostrils sent the faunus's head swimming when she lowered enough to take a deep inhale of it. Rational thought flying out the window, all that Blake was left with was that primal, instinctive desire to please the one she loved. Arms hooking around Yang's thighs, she spread them wide, her fingers peeling open those lower lips, and then she was giving them a long, slow lick.

Yang bucked against her but Blake was prepared, arms tightening to keep her down while her tongue swept along the moist slit, causing the blonde to shout and curse. It urged Blake on, her tongue diving as far as it could go before worming around inside of her.

"B-Blake!" the blonde sputtered, her name breaking through the moans and screams. "Blake, Blake!"

It was when Blake rolled her thumb along the sensitive bud that was her clit that Yang came undone. The frantic rolling of Yang's hips suddenly stopped, the blonde's entire body seizing, then she was keening as she shook and bucked erratically, her walls constricting around the intruding muscle. The sweet fluids of Yang's orgasm coated Blake's tongue, the faunus giving no second thought to lick what she could as she drew out Yang's pleasure.

Eventually Yang stilled which Blake took as a sign to pull away. The Huntress was resting against the ground, her bared chest heaving with her sharp inhales while she recovered; a state that had once only came after their duels but, in this instance, Blake experienced a special sense of accomplishment with the methods she used for this.

While Yang caught her breath, Blake untied her. Once freed, Yang's arms laid limp at her sides, making Blake wonder if she really was out of it.

That was when one lilac eye opened, staring right at Blake, and the faunus caught the mischief dancing within the second before she was suddenly knocked onto the ground, Yang's hands planted at either side of her in order to lift herself above her. Grinning down at Blake, Yang questioned, "You didn't really think it was over, did you?"

At first Blake could only blink incredulously up at Yang. Then, slowly, a similar grin crept upon her face. "Honestly, I was hoping it wasn't."