The Lie - Chapter 9 (Patreon)

Before the house party and stupid lie Blake told, her life was predictable.  She went to class, did her homework, studied, and spent time with Sun and his friends every once in a while.  Romance was far from her mind, nothing more than a feeling she gleaned through books rather than firsthand experience.

Now, every thought began and ended with Yang.  Classes were an endless parade of talking heads interrupting daydreams about the two of them together.  Homework distracted her for only short periods of time.  She hadn’t seen Sun in days.  Even her capstone project, which should be her sole focus right now, took the backseat whenever Yang came up, which was often.

They’d gone to the same school for three and a half years.  They’d passed each other on campus hundreds of times.  Blake probably noticed Yang far more than the other way around, but there were plenty of opportunities for them to connect.  Yet they never had until now.

How had this beautiful, amazing, funny, kind-hearted person hidden in plain sight for so long?  How did no one else see it?  Yang wasn’t as perfect as her appearance suggested, but that’s what made her so relatable.  She wasn’t as confident, she wasn’t as certain.  She wasn’t who everyone else thought she was, and Blake liked her all the more for it.

Why was it something so stupid and childish as lying about hooking up at a party that brought them together?  Why couldn’t they have stumbled across each other in the hall and struck up a conversation?  Why couldn’t they have ended up in the same class together?  Or waiting in line at the coffeeshop near each other?  Or any of the other ways their paths could have crossed?

Instead, this...whatever was going on between them...was entirely due to a lie that Blake abhorred more with each passing day.  How could she tell the truth without painting herself as a horrible person?  How could she explain her ongoing silence about the truth?  ‘I wanted to see how it played out’ sounded both selfish and inconsiderate of Yang’s feelings.

Blake still wanted to see how it played out.  Part of her didn’t believe it would last anyway.  Yang could abruptly realize that she was too good for Blake, and this could end before the truth ever made it out.  Or maybe Yang would sign that modeling contract and leave school, effectively ending whatever they had and breaking Blake’s heart in the process.

Hearing a soft buzz from the desk beside her, Blake turned away from the blank page she’d stared at for the past few minutes and smiled at her phone instead.  Did Yang know how a single message brightened Blake’s day?  Or was this just a regular, friendly text?

‘Another Omega house party tonight - any chance I’ll see you here?’

Blake’s first thought was that Yang finally used her number - that fact alone was worth a small celebration.  Now, if only Yang would kiss her...

‘A chance to do research for your report?’ Yang added as if Blake needed an incentive.

Another party...sounded horrible.

Another opportunity to see Yang...sounded heavenly.

‘I’ll be there.’

Once upon a time, Blake wouldn’t have even considered it - she had studying to do, after all.  But she just sent her capstone outline to Dean Caldwell and, as much fun as it would be to sit on pins and needles waiting for a response, she’d rather spend that time with Yang instead.  Plus, after the work she put in, she deserved a break.

“Hey Sun?” she called into the living room, where he was watching a game on TV.

“Yeah?”  A few seconds later, remote still in hand, he poked his head into her room.  “What’s up?”

“I was invited to a party tonight.”  His eyes instantly lit up, so Blake hurried on.  “Want to come?”

“One - seriously??  Other people invite you to parties?”  Blake managed an eyeroll before he grinned and continued.  “And two - like you even have to ask.  I’m so there!  Actually -”  After popping the collar on his shirt, he winked and sent her a pair of finger guns.  “I’m already ready.”

“Well, I’m not,” Blake said, flipping her notebook shut and standing up.  “Let me change, then we can go.”

“Sweet!”

After Sun pranced out of the room, Blake hurried to her closet and searched for something to wear.  Realistically, she could spend a week choosing an outfit and Yang would still out-dress her.  What other people thought wasn’t important though.  It was more important that she wore something Yang liked.

Blake picked the outfit at the back of her closet - the one she often considered getting rid of because she would ‘never’ wear it.  Normally, she wouldn’t wear something this revealing, but she wanted to keep Yang’s interest.  And, based on her previous forays into fraternity parties, every other girl would be dressed just like this only more so.

Dressing up for a crush...going to a party for a crush...changing habits for a crush...all things she swore would never happen to her, yet here she was.  Honestly, she didn’t mind.  Sure, she was stepping outside of her norms and her comfort zone.  At the same time, she was enjoying herself.

Once she felt confident in her appearance, she grabbed her phone and walked into the living room to find her wallet.  Sun was playing on his phone but, as soon as he looked up and saw her, his jaw dropped.

“Uh, damn.”

“Are you ready?” she asked in return, hoping to steer the conversation away from her outfit.

“Born ready!” he said while jumping to his feet.  “Are you ready?”

After walking to the door and taking one last look at her reflection, Blake brushed her hair behind her ear and took a deep breath.  The outfit wasn’t as uncomfortable as expected, especially when she looked forward to seeing Yang’s reaction to it.  But she looked forward to seeing Yang, period.

“I think so.”

“You’re going to knock her socks off.”  After opening the door, Sun followed Blake into the hall.  “Maybe her pants too.”

“Sun!”

Ignoring the sudden blush on her cheeks, she shook her head at him.

“Just saying...I’ve seen the way she looks at you.”

The idea sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine, helped out in part by the cool night wind blowing across the street.  She didn’t want to get her hopes up that anything would happen - she just wanted to see Yang.  If something happened, she certainly wouldn’t be opposed to it.  After waiting this long, she was more than a little open to...anything, really.

“Where’re we headed?” Sun asked when they returned to the street of sprawling manors and pounding bass.

“Omega House.”

“Really?”  When she nodded, he rubbed his hands together and grinned.  “Excellent...back where it all began.”

His comment, combined with the stream of people heading towards the only fraternity house Blake recognized, clued her in to the reason behind his surprise.  Omega House was the same fraternity that hosted the back-to-school bash Sun dragged her to what felt like ages ago.  It was also the location of her now-infamous ‘hookup’ with Yang.

Her spirits dropped at the realization, which would probably lead to some uncomfortable conversations over the course of the night, but she was determined not to let that put a damper on her mood.  She would see Yang again soon, and that was worthy of celebration regardless of the circumstances.

For the last few minutes of the walk, she prepared herself for the volume of the music, the mass of people, and everything else that came with mixing a large group of college students and copious amounts of alcohol.  From the look of it, the party was already in full swing - complete with a couple of very drunk girls stumbling across the front lawn before being helped by their friends.

“Is she already here?” Sun asked as they followed the path to the front doors, which were again thrown open to admit anyone and everyone.

“She should be.”

That was what Yang’s last message said, and she would have sent another if she left for any reason.  Which meant she was here, somewhere inside the sprawling mansion packed with people.  Now, it was only a matter of finding her.

After squeezing through the crowd gathered at the door, Blake paused in the entryway and waited for her bearings to return.  The dance floor lay off to the right, only partially filled at the moment.  The music was loud, but not quite as loud as she remembered - that, or she’d suffered permanent hearing loss from the first time.  As for Yang…

Following the energy and excitement of the party, Blake easily found Yang standing with a group of friends just outside of the kitchen.

Blake wasn’t so much of a romantic as to claim that time slowed down or stood still, but when their eyes met a current of energy passed between them.  Like a synergy or connection that transcended the space and people sharing the room.  It no longer mattered that they were at a party, or that there were too many people, or that the music was too loud and the air smelled bad.  They were here together, and Blake wanted nothing more than to be much closer than they were now.

“Hey Sun?” she said, her eyes never leaving Yang.  “I’ll catch up with you later, ok?”  Hearing his laugh, she finally pulled her gaze away from Yang.  “What?”

“Nothing!  I just never thought you’d be the one ditching me for a girl.”  After chuckling again, he winked and nudged her arm.  “Don’t worry about me - Neptune’s here!”

Sun motioned further into the house, where Blake spotted the blue-haired boy loitering near the backyard, shooting finger guns and winks at several unamused girls.

“Still want me to punch him for you?”

Thinking about the rumor Neptune spread and what sprang out of it, Blake turned back to Yang and smiled.

“No, that’s ok.”

“Cool.  Then go get some!”

When Sun lightly shoved her forward, she gave him a look before shaking her head and turning away.  As soon as her and Yang’s gazes met, she smiled and moved through the crowd.  Yang immediately broke away from her group of friends to meet Blake halfway.

Suddenly, Blake understood the allure of these parties.  At least, she understood the allure when someone special was around.

Yang, as usual, stood out from the crowd.  Her lilac eyes sparkled.  Her long, blonde hair held a perfect, gentle curl.  And her outfit was...undeniably sexy.  She’d dressed for the added warmth by pairing a flowing, low-cut top with tight, dark jeans that hugged her curves.  The revealing outfit combined with the bass beating through their bodies, and the crowd forcing the two of them closer, lit a fire in Blake’s chest.

“Hey,” Yang said as soon as she was close enough, her radiant smile brightening the room.  “I’m glad you could make it.”

“Of course.  I’d never miss the opportunity to do more...research.”

Yang’s eyes sparkled while she laughed at the response, making Blake’s heart flutter.  An incredibly drunk young man stumbled behind Yang then, pushing her forward in his haste for the exit.  The unexpected jostle knocked her off balance, but she briefly set her hands on Blake’s hips to steady herself.  The casual, unintended touch added fuel to the fire growing in Blake’s chest, leaving her searching for words even after Yang pulled away.

Thankfully, Yang didn’t move far away.  Instead, she stood close enough that no one would walk between them.  The proximity took Blake back to the near-kisses of yesterday, leaving her wanting more.  Yang’s eyes reflected the same - and, after a great deal of indecision on her part, she leaned forward and kissed Blake’s cheek.

Suddenly, Blake wished they were somewhere private.  Maybe then Yang would kiss her for real.  Or maybe then she would kiss Yang for real...

“Can I get you a drink?”

When Yang gestured at the drunk bartender of the night, Blake shook her head.

“No, thank you.”

“Yeah, I’m not drinking either,” Yang replied with a light laugh.  “Still haven’t recovered.  Besides, I want to remember tonight.”

The comment sent a flurry of questions through Blake’s mind, all of which she wanted the answers to right now.  What did Yang want to remember about tonight?  Did she simply mean tonight in general, or...did she have something specific in mind?

Before Blake had the opportunity or courage to ask, Yang motioned with her head towards the kitchen, where her group of friends still stood.

“Want to meet some people?”

‘Not necessarily’ should have been the answer, but Blake wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to learn more about Yang’s life, including everyone in it.  Were any of these girls true friends, or were they more of the same?  If they were more of the same, where did they land in terms of proximity to Yang?

“Sure.”

As soon as Blake accepted, Yang smiled, took her by the hand, and led her through the crowd.  At that moment, she decided that she loved holding hands with Yang, even if it earned her quite a few jealous looks from the girls standing around the kitchen.

“Hey everyone,” Yang called out before pulling Blake closer to her side and beaming at her.  “This is Blake!”

Blake didn’t expect a warm welcome, so the fake smiles and unenthusiastic greetings were unsurprising.  The girls quickly returned to their own conversations, though those conversations now included sending glances Blake’s way.  When it became clear that no one wanted to chat, Yang leaned close to her ear and whispered, “These are the Kappa girls, but I can’t remember their names.  Pretty sure half of them are named Jennifer.”

Laughing at the explanation, Blake mentally moved the girls far from Yang’s shining sun.  They were more like...stars wishing they could be planets.  Still, it was fascinating that they treated her with such open disdain.  Was it envy of her position or insecurity about their own?

There wasn’t much time to think through that question before a familiar face strode over - a drink in her perfectly manicured hand and a scowl on her lipstick-lined lips.

“Hey, Yang,” Mel said, flipping her scowl into a smile when Yang turned towards her.  “I didn’t realize you invited...company.”

“You mean my better half.”  When Yang heard the phrase out loud, she blushed and cleared her throat.  “Uh, I mean, of course I invited someone.”

Blake laughed at yet another endearing foot-in-mouth incident.  Yang relaxed and smiled at the response, looking especially relieved when Blake squeezed her hand and smiled right back.  That was when Mel noticed their joined hands, and her expression soured.

“I need another drink,” she told no one in particular before flipping her brunette curls over her shoulder and stalking away.

“I say the dumbest things sometimes,” Yang added while Mel disappeared, not-at-all bothered by the girl’s abrupt departure.

“It’s adorable.”  When Yang beamed at the compliment, Blake doubled down on it.  “Really, it’s very cute.  You’re cute.”

‘Cute’ was the tip of the iceberg when it came to Yang - breathtakingly gorgeous, jaw-droppingly stunning, and so damn hot also applied - but she looked overjoyed by such simple praise.  Overjoyed and...maybe a little emboldened?  When she opened her mouth, however, another familiar face bounded over.

“Yang!” Cal called out before wrapping her in his muscular arms and lifting her feet right off the floor.  “The girl is here,” he said while setting her back down and pointing at her.  “I mean, the girl is here!”

“Hey Cal.”  After gently pushing him away, Yang returned to Blake’s side and took her hand.  “Looks like you’re having fun.”

Based on his swaying posture, bloodshot eyes, and giant grin, his party started a long time ago.

“You know it!”  Spinning around, he high-fived a confused stranger before turning back to Yang and growing more serious.  “But I kinda need your help with something.”

“Really?”

“You know your friend - rich girl?  She’s kinda pissed that one of my dudes hit on your sister.  Think you can help him out?  She’s, uh...small but scary.”

Yang shared a concerned look with Blake, who quickly nodded for Yang to leave.

“Yeah, I should check on them,” she muttered before heading off with Cal, but not without giving Blake one last apologetic look.  “I’ll be right back, ok?  Stay there!”

The crowd swallowed Yang up moments later, but Blake tracked Cal across the room and outside.  Once they disappeared from view, she shook her head and wondered what that scene looked like.  She’d never met Weiss, but Yang made it clear that she was extremely protective of Ruby.  Protectiveness and a house full of drunk college boys probably didn’t mix.

In Yang’s absence, however, the sorority girls’ judgment kicked up several notches.  Now, they didn’t bother hiding their looks while speaking in low voices Blake couldn’t quite hear.  Of course, Mel returned then with a refilled cup in hand.  It took her all of two seconds to figure out that Yang was nowhere to be found, making her smirk while walking over.

“Look who it is...” she said before scrutinizing Blake’s outfit.  “Didn’t have anything else to wear?”

Mel’s friends snickered at the insult, but Blake rolled her eyes.

“Didn’t have anything else to say?” she retorted before crossing her arms and turning away.  She didn’t want to engage with the girl if she didn’t have to, but Mel huffed and stepped in front of her.

“Listen, Blair, is it?”  Again, Mel smiled as if the intentional mixup was clever.  “I know you’re obviously thrilled that you’ve had Yang’s attention for a good minute, but seriously, it’s time to give up.  You constantly hanging around is just sad.  I mean, everyone knows she’s way out of your league - even you know it.  So why don’t you stop wasting her time and just -”  Making a shooing motion with her hand, Mel smiled.  “Disappear.”

“How about we let Yang make that decision?” Blake replied, silently daring Mel to argue.

Intimidation wouldn’t work on Blake.  She didn’t care what Mel thought about her.  She didn’t care what any of these girls thought about her.  What she did care about was trying to make Yang happy - something Yang more than deserved.

And Mel - Melissa - knew she didn’t have a response that wouldn’t make her sound like the possessive, controlling bitch she was, so she glared instead.

“She’ll get tired of you eventually,” she finally said.  “You have nothing to offer.  You’re...boring.”

With a single sentence, Mel proved she didn’t know Yang half as well as she thought she did.  When Blake smiled upon the realization, Mel’s confidence disappeared.

“What?” she snapped, but Blake just rolled her eyes and focused on the person she wanted to talk to, who’d just slipped through the crowd and returned to her side.

“Hey you two.”  Yang glanced between the two of them, clearly trying to figure out the mood, but Mel threw on another fake smile and sipped her drink.

“Hey Yang.”  Mel set her cup on the counter and tugged at Yang’s elbow.  “Dance with me.”

“Oh, sorry Mel.”  When Yang pulled her arm free and moved closer to Blake’s side, Mel looked like one of them just slapped her.  “I’m, uh, not in the mood,” Yang added - a clear lie from the way she shuffled her feet and avoided Mel’s gaze.  That was probably for the best since Mel glared daggers at Blake instead.

It might be petty, but Blake smirked at the power shift.

“Later then,” Mel replied, her last-ditch effort to save face before walking away without giving Yang time to decline.

“Uh...ok.”  After shrugging at Mel’s rapid exit, Yang smiled at Blake.  And, just like that, the warmth in the room returned.  “She wasn’t being mean, was she?”

When Yang nodded in the direction Mel went, Blake considered her possible responses before ultimately shaking her head.

“Don’t worry - nothing bad.”

Based on the relief in Yang’s eyes, that was the right answer.  Even though Mel wasn’t Yang’s best or closest friend, she was still a friend, and Yang didn’t want to worry about her and Blake getting into arguments.

Yang had enough to worry about; the last thing Blake wanted was to add to it.  Besides, she felt pretty assured in her position, especially when Yang inched closer and gently held her hand.

“Is Cal’s friend alright?” Blake asked, noticing Yang’s smile as their fingers intertwined.  “Weiss didn’t kill him, did she?”

“Just about, but I convinced her to take Ruby home instead.”  Yang shook her head but chuckled at the situation.  “Can’t believe I just pimped my sister out like that.”

“I’m sure he’s grateful.”

“Yeah, yeah.”  After thinking about it for another second, Yang took Blake’s other hand and beamed when Blake again made no attempt to pull away.  “I’m glad you decided to break your ‘no party’ rule for me.”

“I thought I was here for research,” Blake teased, and Yang laughed.

“Right, right.  Research.  Forgot about that.”  Seeing the sparkle in Yang’s eyes, Blake smiled and shook her head.  “Oh, that reminds me.”  Still holding Blake’s hands, Yang tugged her towards the doors leading to the backyard, where it was slightly quieter.  “I’ve been thinking about your whole solar system thing.”

“Yeah?”  Blake smiled when Yang leaned closer.  “What about it?”

“I was thinking...the planets want to get closer to the sun so they can use the energy, right?  Like solar power - supporting life and all that.”

“Right...”

“But what does the sun get out of it?”

Yang asked so earnestly, Blake’s heart ached when she couldn’t immediately think of an answer.  Yang wasn’t asking hypothetically - she was asking for herself, for her life.  The fact that she didn’t already have an answer made Blake feel even worse.

“I haven’t thought about that,” she admitted.  “But maybe sometimes...the sun just really enjoys the attention.”

“And if it doesn’t?  What if it stops enjoying the attention?”

It hurt to hear Yang express those thoughts, which no one would ever believe she had.  To the outside world, she had everything.  She was the sun, smiling and brightening everyone’s day just by being around.  But what happened if the sun burnt out?  What happened if it suddenly stopped shining?

In reality, everything would follow the sun’s collapse.  In this metaphor, where movement between orbits was possible, the planets probably found another sun while their original sun disappeared alone.

“Some of the planets will always stay with them,” Blake answered while gently brushing her fingers through Yang’s hair.  “Even if the sun decides to stop shining, the planets closest to it will stay, and maybe reflect some of the sun’s warmth back to it.”

Blake would stay, she knew that much.  It didn’t matter if Yang was famous or rich - Blake would always want to spend more time together.  And she knew she wasn’t the only one.

After thinking about the response for several seconds, Yang flashed a quick smile.

“I like that better than what I was thinking,” she admitted.  But, if she wanted to say anything more than that, the opportunity disappeared when the DJ cranked the music up to ear-splittingly loud.  The current song must be popular because the crowd cheered and shouted the lyrics along with the track.  After glancing at the dance floor, Yang looked at Blake and pointed that way.

“Wanna dance?”

Ordinarily, the answer was ‘no,’ especially in such a crowded space.  But when Yang offered, Blake decided she might as well give it a chance.  She’d already discovered so many experiences that were more enjoyable with Yang’s presence - dancing could very well be another one.

Instead of trying to speak over the music, Blake nodded and let Yang lead her to the converted living room.  Thankfully, Yang didn’t move far into the mass of bodies packing the dance floor.  Instead, she stopped near the edge and faced Blake.

Yang was nervous - that much was clear from her eyes - but she stepped forward and set her hands on Blake’s hips.  That was all Blake needed to understand the appeal of dancing in such an inhospitable environment.  It wasn’t so much about dancing; it was about the person you were dancing with.

She followed Yang’s lead, letting Yang’s hands guide her while the bass thumped through their bodies and the flickering strobe light lent a disjointed sensation to everyone’s movements.  As more people joined the dance floor, warm bodies quickly surrounded them on all sides, the entire mass moving and jumping to the same beat.  The temperature started rising, though Blake couldn’t tell if it was from the influx of dancers or from Yang’s proximity.

The beat pushed them closer and, with each passing second, Yang grew braver.  Her hands firmly held Blake’s hips, refusing to let anyone break between them.  Then her fingers snuck under the hem of Blake’s shirt, grazing skin for only a second before disappearing.

The fleeting sensation could easily be explained away by their movements.  But when Blake’s lips parted with a soft sigh of excitement and desire, Yang smiled and did it again.  This time, her hand lingered long enough to prove it was more than an accident.  Her fingers ran up Blake’s side before back down again, leaving a trail of goosebumps in her wake.

In the crowd of people, Blake felt emboldened, almost invisible.  Everyone was various levels of drunk.  Everyone was busy dancing with their own partners or friends.  Everyone had someone else to focus on.  So she moved as close to Yang as she could get, their bodies meeting as one while their hips pressed together.

The temperature kept rising, lust and hunger reaching a fever pitch while Yang’s hands kept exploring.  Blake saw the matching desire in Yang’s eyes, which only made her want more, now.  Wrapping her arms around Yang’s neck, she wanted to pull those enticing lips down to hers.  She wanted to do what both of them wanted - Yang’s desire confirmed it with every second her hands lingered on Blake’s skin.

Then the song ended, and the short interlude sent a disturbance through the group.  That disturbance paused Blake’s intentions while people pushed past to leave or join the fray, destroying the momentary sense of anonymity.

It felt like another missed opportunity, especially when Yang’s hands returned to Blake’s hips.  But Yang still held Blake tightly, and - as the next song built through the intro - leaned down to say something.  Because the music was so loud she pressed her mouth right to Blake’s ear to be heard, and Blake’s eyes fluttered at the feeling, which became a burning heat when those lips moved.

“You look gorgeous,” Yang said before drawing away with a smile.

Blake’s heart thudded in her chest.  Before she could respond, however, Yang brightened and pulled her off to the side of the room so they could talk.

“I just had an idea,” Yang said while excitedly clutching Blake’s hands.  “This is where we met, right?”

Looking around the room, Blake bit her lip and considered her options.  She didn’t want to lie, but she didn’t see a way around it.

“Yes.”

“Then you can recreate it for me.”

“What?”

“You can recreate that night!” Yang explained, her excitement still growing.  “You can show me how it happened.  Where we bumped into each other, what we talked about, where we...you know...”

Yang was asking her to lie.  To lie, and lie, then lie some more.  To make up an entire night of events that never happened.  To add to a story that shouldn’t exist.

“Come on,” Yang added with a pleading smile.  “I don’t remember, but you can be my memory!”

Blake balked at the idea.  She didn’t want to outright lie, and she couldn’t do what Yang was asking without making everything up.

“I don’t know…”

“Please?”  Squeezing Blake’s hands, Yang gave an adorable pleading expression.  “I really want to know.  I want to know how this started.”

Yang’s interest was so sincere, Blake couldn’t possibly say ‘no.’  But she couldn’t possibly lie either.  She had to tell the truth.

Searching for somewhere private, she found the nearest hallway and pulled Yang towards it.  Several partiers strolled the halls, most coming to and from the restroom, but further from the main living area seemed to be peace and...well, it still wasn’t quiet, but the volume of the music lessened.

After peering through several open doorways, Blake found an empty laundry room.  Not exactly the ideal time or place for such an important conversation, but she couldn’t wait any longer.  She wanted to move forward with Yang, and she couldn’t do that with this guilt hanging over her head.

“In here?” Yang asked, looking around the small space while Blake closed the door behind them.  “I guess it’s private, at least…”

“Relatively,” Blake agreed.  Now that the moment was upon her, she second-guessed herself.  What if she made something up?  Yang only wanted one fictional night.  A few landmarks and topics of conversation.  One good story.

But it would become part of their story forever.  Yang would bring it up, and Blake would have to remember a lie for as long as this lasted.  And she wanted this to last for a long, long time.

“Yang, I need to tell you something.”

When she turned around and found Yang standing right behind her, words vanished from her mind.

“I just had another idea...” Yang whispered while setting her hands on Blake’s hips, reigniting the fire in her veins.  “You could tell me or...maybe you...want to show me?”

Somehow, Yang was forward and hesitant at the same time.  By finally making her desire clear, however, Blake lost any semblance of restraint she once had.  Yang was too nervous to kiss her first, she realized that now, but she had no qualms about making the first move.

Her heart raced as she leaned in.  Her breathing slowed, maybe it even stopped, as Yang’s warmth melted into her own.  Her fingers again found themselves weaving through Yang’s hair, loving the soft, silky feeling against her skin.

Yang’s gaze only left hers to dip to her lips, then flitted to her eyes and back again.  The moment Yang leaned forward an inch, Blake closed the gap between them, capturing Yang’s lips in a soft, slow, long overdue kiss.

As soon as Yang started kissing her back, more needily than expected, hunger surged through her veins.  That first kiss quickly led to another, and another, with no end in sight while they finally let their desires take control.

Yang wanted this too, almost desperately so, as she tugged Blake closer and kissed her more earnestly than she’d ever imagined.  Anything she wanted to say didn’t matter anymore.  Not with Yang’s lips on hers, exploring and tasting each other while heavy bass pounded through their bodies.

Finally responding to Blake’s many, many hints, Yang quickly had Blake’s back against the wall, pinning her there while pressing against her.  With Yang’s body against hers, warm and strong and everywhere, Blake’s flimsy grip on control slipped away.  She wanted to stay in this moment forever, with every inch of her skin tingling with pleasure and desire.

Feeling Yang’s tongue pass across her lips, she immediately parted them and deepened the kiss.  Their tongues swirled together as they melted into one another.  She felt Yang’s hand on the back of her neck, pulling her closer in a demanding yet inviting way.  Yang’s other hand settled on the small of her back, teasingly close to the hem of her shirt.

When Yang moved her leg between Blake’s, thigh pressing right where Blake wanted her more with each passing second, a soft gasp slipped through Blake’s lips.  They were moving fast, but she only wanted more.  Grinding against Yang’s thigh, she ran her hands down Yang’s sides, and Yang’s soft, pleading sound gave more than enough permission to continue.  Without hesitation, she grabbed the bottom of Yang’s shirt and slipped her hands underneath.

Another breathless sigh prodded her further, savoring Yang’s warm skin under her fingertips while sliding her hands further.  She’d just reached the lacy fabric of Yang’s bra when the door burst open.

“Oh - shit - sorry!”

Blake didn’t even see who it was before the door slammed shut, leaving her and Yang in stunned silence.  For several long seconds, the two of them remained frozen in place, still pressed against each other while their cheeks burned and their chests rose and fell with deep breaths.

Blake’s thoughts were still clouded with desire.  That feeling didn’t dissipate when she saw it reflected in Yang’s lilac eyes, but they obviously couldn’t continue here...

“My apartment isn’t far from here.”

When Blake looked into Yang’s eyes, knowing her pupils must be just as blown out as Yang’s, emotions rushed through her.  One of them trumped all others though - desire.

“Yes.”  Afraid that Yang might somehow misinterpret the straightforward response, Blake nodded.  “Yes, let’s go.”

She didn’t have to say anything more.  Yang kissed her again - another passionate, heart-stopping kiss - before grinning and pulling her out of the room.