Bodies closed in on Yang, ripping, cutting, gouging. They were everywhere. Faces covered, and hands reaching. They tore at Yang, pulling her hair and shredding her alabaster skin. She screamed in agony, her pain scrawled across her face, tears running down her cheeks from blood stained eyes, and all Blake could do was watch. She tried to reach out to Yang, but her arms were lead at her side. She tried to run to her, but her legs laughed at her, and remained firmly rooted where they stood.
The creatures in front of her abstained from their mutilation of Yang, ribbons of flesh and organ hung from their claws, as soon as they realized they were being observed. They straightened, and turned to Blake, who was still immobile, rooted by her frozen feet to the black ground. They converged on her, but instead of attacking, the caressed her skin and arms, their willow like fingers stroking her body, smearing blood down her arms and across her neck. Their touch sent waves of repulsion down her spine. “Love us.” They whispered into her ears. “We took her, so love us.”
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Blake awoke screaming, sweat running in cold rivulets down her face and chest, sticking her bed cloths to her in an uncomfortable choke hold. Her hair was matted to her face, masking her vision as she cleared it from her eyes in a panicked haze. Her eyes darted around the room, and her chest heaved as she recovered from the initial terror of the nightmare. Before she had even caught her breath Yang was at her side consoling her.
“Shhhh. It was just a dream kitty cat, just a dream.” Yang cooed softly in her ear as she embraced Blake and began to rock slowly.
“Your awake now, nothing can hurt you here, I’ve got you.” Yang’s voice was low and comforting, like a mother speaking to her child.
Blake recovered from her immediate panic and leaned her face into the crook of Yang’s arm. Now that the initial shock was over, she began to cry. Tears cascaded down her face, and were absorbed by the soft flannel of Yang’s bed clothes. Blake pushed her closed eyes hard against her in an attempt to vanquish the images of Yang’s eviscerated body from her vision.
“I dreamed they took you.” Blake wailed into Yang’s chest, her voice muffled through the tears. “I dreamed that they killed you, and I had to watch, and I couldn’t stop them.”
“I’m right here kitty cat, and nothing is going to happen to either of us.” Yang’s words calmed the shaken Blake and turned her sobs into muted hiccups. “Nothing is going to happen to me. Or Ruby. Or Wiess. We are all here, and we’re all fine.”
She pulled Blake down from her kneeling position to the duvet and changed the pace of her rocking, slowing it to a rhythmic back and forth that fell in sync with their breathing. They lay together on the bed, Yang whispering comforts into the ear of the agitated Blake. Before long, Blake had drifted off to sleep again, leaving Yang behind in the real world. She stroked the top of Blake’s head, and contemplated the recurring nightmares that plagued her lover.
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The following morning was a bit hectic. Yang had disabled the alarm with the intention of letting Blake sleep a little more, but her plan was interrupted by an irritated Wiess. Being late to class and not getting her beauty sleep due to Blake’s nightmares and it did not a happy Wiess make. Factor in her irritation at awaking to a sleeping Blake nested in Yang arms atop a mound of rumpled blankets, and it was almost a miracle that she hadn’t killed them all.
“Honestly! Show some subtly with what you do!” Wiess ranted as she threw her books haphazardly into her beaded bag.
“I do not care in the least that you are dating, but I do not want to deal with your bed life. Remember that you share a room with other people, and those other people would like some sleep.” Wiess finished her rant as held the door open for Blake, Yang, and Ruby.
She strode off quickly in the direction of their first class, leaving the rest of them to catch up.
“Calm down Wiess, we know we have room mates, but we never do anything when anyone else is there! And you can’t blame Blake for her nightmares, it’s not her fault.”
“OH FANTASTIC!” Wiess cried, “Joy! It’s good to know that using a black light in our room is an awful idea!” Wiess rang out with a resounding voice that sounded near hysterical, and her yelling had begun to draw strange looks from the other students in the corridor. “And you say I can’t blame her for the dreams, but after three consecutive nights it’s now up to you to get it sorted!”
“Stop Wiess, you’re not helping!” Ruby had butted into the conversation, looking stern. Wiess checked herself and looked at her shoes.
“I’m sorry Blake, Ruby’s right; it’s not your fault.” She sounded, much to Yang’s satisfaction, more than a little ashamed of herself.
“Look, I know you have your own stuff to deal with, so why don’t you two just… take today off from class and just get yourselves sorted.” Wiess looked up from her shoes and made eye contact with first Blake, than Yang, trying to apologies silently.
“Thank you Wiess, thank you.” Yang thanked Wiess, and she truly meant it. “You cover our asses, and I promises that by the time you get back to the dorm, all our shit will be sorted.” She bowed her head, and Wiess blushed and looked back at her shoes.
Wiess sighed and turned on her heel and walked through the door of the classroom. Ruby exchanged a glance with Yang, and a wordless understanding seemed to be exchanged. Ruby followed suit and went into class, leaving Blake and Yang alone in the now empty hall.
Yang let out a breath she hadn’t known she’d been holding and slumped against the wall. She was exhausted. Blake hadn’t slept through the night in almost a month, and the lack of sleep was starting to get to her. She was unusually aware of the weight of her bag, and her eyes felt like little balls of needles.
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The library was closed at this time in the morning, but Yang jimmied the lock and opened the doors into the cool and dim interior. Blake breathed in the cool air and smiled. The library was her favorite place in the world. Well, second favorite maybe. Her favorite place would always be wherever Yang was, and since Yang also happened to be in the library, it was most definitely her favorite place.
She ran her fingers over the rough leather spines of the books, and felt their embossed titles under her fingertips. She loved the books here, their smell, their touch, and their weight in her hands. Everything about the library made her want to curl up on one of the big sagging chairs that occupied the sunlit corners and let go of every worldly concern she had. So she did.
She selected one of the largest chairs in the room, almost the size of a love seat, and spread out on it, flexing her hips and back in a particularly feline manor.
The bow on her head twitched, and Yang let out an amused snort. “Carful miss Faunus, if your too happy I guess people will start to treat you like violet.”
“That’s not funny Yang, people like Carter are the reason I joined the white fang.” Blake stretched her back over the arm of the chair and yawned loudly, her mouth seeming to take up most of her face.“Viole shoudan be tehted lhy tha.” Blake finished her yawn and curled back up in the crook of the chair. “She deserves better. She’s a nice girl.”
Blake curled up in the chair and drifted off into a state of semi-consciousness. Her chest rose and fell rhythmically and her hands were tucked under her chin, like a cat in a shaft of sun. Yang was struck by the notion that Blake might be taking the nightmares worse than she thought she had. True, she had lost weight in the last month, and she could only sleep soundly during the day, but other than that Yang had had the impression that she was still healthy. But what if she was wrong? What if the small sleeping girl in the chair was fighting a war in her head? A war that she was losing.
Yang walked silently to the foot of the chair and knelt with her elbows on her knees. She leaned against the edge of the chair and admired the sleeping body before her. The lack of sleep had left dark marks around Blake’s eyes, but they did nothing to detract from her beauty, if anything they brought focus to the rest of her strikingly beautiful features. High cheekbones, full, pink lips, and bangs that fell perfectly in a cascade of black locks over her forehead.
With the utmost care Yang reached up and brushed a lock of Blake’s hair out of her face. Her hand lingered on Blake’s forehead, and Yang brought her fingers down the side of her brow, caressing first her prominent cheekbone, than her silky cheek. She began to withdraw her hand, but Blake opened her eyes and looked imploringly at her.
“Please don’t stop Yang.” Blake spoke quietly, almost unintelligibly. “Your hands are nice.” Yang smiled softly and put her hand against Blake’s forehead. Blake caught her hand and pressed it to her lips.
“Hey Blake,” Yang began slowly, “Why do you think that you keep getting these nightmares?” She felt Blake’s lips on the back of her hand move as she began to speak.
“Because I’ve never had something to lose before.” Her words were quite, barley a whisper, but Yang heard them more clearly than she had anything before.
“When I was in the White Fang I only had things to gain, when I first came to Beacon I had everything to obtain and nothing on earth to lose. I could deal with that, but then I met you, and for the first time in my life I had something that could be taken from me.” Blake kept eye contact with Yang while she spoke, never once looking away.
“I didn’t know how to deal with having more than one person in my life that I wanted to care for; it had always been me for myself.”
Yang pulled herself onto the chair facing Blake and pressed her forehead against Blake’s so their mouths were only millimeters apart. “Just because you have something to lose now it doesn’t mean that you have to worry about me, it just gives you more reason to live.” Yang pressed her lips against Blake brow and ran her fingers through her hair. She pulled at the end of the silken bow that hid Blake’s ears and let the ribbon drop to the floor.
Blake flicked her ears in surprise and looked quizzically at Yang. Yang ran her fingers over the silky smooth ears and giggled. “I forgot what you looked like with ears.” She said with a wide grin. “I always thought you were more attractive without the bow.”
Blake blushed and pushed Yang playfully. “You and only you.” Her eyes sparkled; all signs of exhaustion that had been there prior were gone. “You realize we haven’t done it in almost a month, right?” Blake sounded like she genuinely thought Yang might be aware of this fact. In truth, she was painfully aware of it. “And I was thinking I might sleep better if I were tired, and they say that sex burns as much energy as an entire day of running.”
Yang looked at Blake’s muddle of facial expressions and started to laugh. She couldn’t help herself. The whole scenario was absurd, and she couldn’t believe where this was going. She pulled herself upright on the chair, her knees sinking into the overstuffed cushion. “This whole day is just ridicules.” Yang helped Blake into a sitting position and leaned towards her. “Everything today is just absurd, and now were here. The library of all places!”
Blake saw the humor in the situation and began to laugh as well. Every time they calmed down enough to catch their breath, they saw the others tear stained face and broke down again. Blake leaned against Yang’s chest, grabbing her shoulders and laughing. She was struck by how warm her skin felt against Yang’s; it was like leaning against a cool stone wall. Blake put her neck against Yang’s, enjoying the cool sensation of her skin pressed against hers.
Yang pushed Blake back into the chair, pressing her chest against Blake’s. Their breathing became faster and more erratic. Yang could feel the ridged edge of Blake’s nipples as she rubbed against her through her shirt. She felt Blake’s breathe, hot on her neck, and she pressed her mouth against its source. Their lips clung to each other furiously, and their tongues played with each other, darting in and out of each other’s mouths. She felt Blake squirm against her, and Yang pressed the palm of her hand against Blake’s navel, and pushed. Blake squirmed under her touch and brought her hands the back of Yang’ head, burying her hands in Yang’s soft golden hair and pulling Yang’s hair next to her cheek. It was flushed with color and burned to the touch.
Yang ground her pelvis against Blake’s leg, savoring warmth that the contact brought her to the area between her legs. Her fingers moved downward and invaded the area between Blake’s thighs, and she leaned back into Blake and planted another kiss on her lips. She once again explored the inside of Blake’s mouth with her tongue. When she drew back they were connected momentarily by a strand of saliva. Blake had her eyes closed and was breathing heavily. Her cheeks were flushed red, and when Yang pushed her fingers under the band of Blake’s underwear, she jumped and let out a spastic moan.
“Yang, please don’t stop now.” Blake was looking at Yang with hungry eyes, and beads of sweat were running down her neck, leaving little trails of moisture in their wake.
Yang was slightly more hesitant, mostly due to their current local. “What if someone walks in on us?” Yang asked quietly, eyes downcast. “We’d probably get kicked out of-!” She was cut off mid thought as Blake’s hand wriggled down Yang’s skirt and into her panties. Yang felt little shocks of electricity fly from her groin to the tips of her toes. Whatever she had intended to say vacated her mind, and was replaced by hot, crippling bolts of intense pleasure. She sighed unintentionally, submitting to the euphoria as her nectar drained from her sex and coated Blake’s hand. Yang arched her back and wriggled on Blake’s hand, trying to drive her fingers deeper into herself. Blake complied, pushing her fingers deeper into Yang’s pussy, enjoying the feeling of Yang’s soft walls clench around her index and middle fingers. She felt Yang’s soft walls churn, and she flicked her fingers inside her silky grasp, her other fingers tickling Yang’s engorged clit. A shrill cries escaped Yang’s mouth as she came over Blake’s hand. Cum ran out of her pussy and over Blake’s fingers as Yang’s frame buckled as the intensity of the orgasm claimed her. Blake held her up as she rode out her climax, one hand buried in Yang’s sex; the other supported her hips and back while her lips toyed with one of Yang’s stiff nipples.
Yang collapsed against Blake’s chest, drained by her orgasm and panting heavily. A drop of saliva ran down her lips and hung suspended from her chin. Blake ran her hand along Yang’s cheek and wiped away the drool. “I think I love you Yang.” Blake whispered, leaning her head against Yang’s chest. “I really think I do.”
Yang paused and rested head on Blake’s head. “I know you do.”
Blake looked up at Yang, her eyes asking the question. “Do you love me Yang?” She sounded scared; she needed Yang to tell her that she loved her. It was the only thing she wanted.
“I love you Blake. Since that first day in the classroom, I knew.” Yang ran her fingers through Blake’s hair as she spoke, inhaling deeply, savoring the smell of her lavender shampoo. “I knew. When you came to Beacon for the first time, I saw you the first night in the gym, before we got our rooms, and I knew that there was something special about you.”
“Yang, can we just sit here for a little?” Blake leaned her head back against Yang’s chest, absolutely and totally content. Even her nightmares seemed a world away.
Yang wrapped her arms back around Blake’s middle and they leaned back in the chair. And they sat.
