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Another episode of The Drunk Chronicles!  Again, this is unrelated to the first one.  It's just another oneshot where they've been drinking.  This one is more Bumbleby-centric, but I think the White Rose side is so adorable.

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Taking long strides, Yang hurried across the street and turned left at the other side.  If she walked any faster, she might as well start running.  But she didn’t want to run because then she would get all sweaty and out of breath.  But she didn’t want to not run because then she wouldn’t make the next light and -

Deciding not to run across the intersection when cars started moving across, she put her hands on her hips and puffed out an impatient breath.

She hated being late.

That was a lie.  She was late all the time, but she hated being late when her teammates went out for drinks.  That meant the fun started without her, and she hated missing any fun.  It went against everything she was.  If she was fun, how could fun happen without her?

If it wasn’t for the damn snow, she would have been on time.  But no.  It started snowing, so people started driving all slow and safe, meaning traffic backed up by the time she was ready to leave the house (it took a little long for her to get dressed and do her hair, but that was not what made her late).  Realizing how slow traffic was moving, she decided to walk - in the snow but whatever.  She ran hot anyway - her sweater was more than enough to combat the cold.

The light finally then, giving her a white walk symbol as she rushed across the street.  Fortunately, her destination was just up ahead - a cozy little bar named Lucky You’re Beer.  If someone didn’t know it was there, and didn’t notice the chalkboard sign outside advertising drink specials, and also missed the sound of voices spilling from inside whenever the door opened, it would be easy to miss.

Spotting the sign and hearing the voices, Yang opened the door and entered the warm bar - a sigh of relief from the cold and the gnawing, inescapable feeling of missing out on something.  Now that she was here, the fun could start.

But first, she needed to find her little sister, her quasi-friend, and the hottest girl on the planet, who also happened to be the most amazing partner anyone could ever ask for -

“Yang!”

Smiling at her name, she turned away from the crowded bar and found one of the aforementioned people rushing over to her.  And it wasn’t the hottest girl on the planet or her quasi-friend.

“What’s up, Ruby?” she greeted her little sister with a quick hug.  “I hope you guys didn’t have too much fun without me.”

She expected a smile or laugh, but Ruby chuckled nervously.

“No - I mean, I don’t think so?”  After glancing over her shoulder, Ruby leaned forward and lowered her voice.  “Uh...I kinda need your help.”

“What?  Why?”  Looking over Ruby’s head, Yang searched for the remainder of their group.  “Where are Blake and Weiss?”

Another nervous chuckle - and this time Ruby ran a hand through her hair for good measure.

“Yeah...about them...”

“You finally made it.”

Turning away from Ruby, Yang found one of the girls she was looking for - but not the girl she was looking for.

“What’d you do, walk here?” Weiss huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.  No sooner had she done that did she drop them and reach out for Ruby with a flirty smile.  “You got away from me,” she said while pulling Ruby closer.  “I’m not letting that happen again.”

Blushing while Weiss very publicly kissed her neck, Ruby sent Yang a look that asked what to do.  Yang, however,  just laughed and shook her head.  Ruby signed up to be the arm candy of a possessive heiress, so that was what she would have to be.  Besides, there wasn’t much Yang could do - she had tried prying Weiss’ hands off Ruby before, then they went and got married instead.

“Your wife, your life,” she quipped, turning away from Ruby’s ‘plight’ and searching the rest of the bar.  “Where’s Blake?”

A bar stool scraped across the ground at that moment, causing a loud, screeching noise that caught the attention of everyone in the vicinity.  Yang spun around at the sound and caught Blake sneaking behind her.  Or attempting to sneak behind her.  Seeing as how Blake had nearly knocked over that bar stool and drew everyone’s gazes in the process, the attempt was unsuccessful.

Spotted, Blake straightened up and cleared her throat, but a blush only added to the glow already on her cheeks.

“I’m right here,” she said in her trademark coolness as she sauntered over.

“Hey there, beautiful,” Yang replied.

“Hey there, sexy,” Blake purred back at her, threading a hand through Yang’s hair and pulling her close.  “The fun can start now that you’re here,” Blake whispered before kissing her.

One, how perfect was Blake for saying that?

And two, apparently Blake meant that type of fun since her tongue found its way through Yang’s lips a second later.  Surprised, but more than willing to oblige, Yang grabbed ahold of Blake’s hips and pulled them together while savoring the smell of Blake’s shampoo and taste of whatever drink lingered on her tongue.

Someone cleared their throat in the distance, but Yang ignored the sound in favor of continuing the kiss.  Her skin tingled in anticipation while the temperature in the bar rose by the second, combining with the heat radiating from Blake’s skin to start a fire in Yang’s chest - suddenly desiring more than just a kiss -

“Seriously!” Ruby whined.  “I’m right here!”

Blake playfully bit Yang’s bottom lip when she tried to pull away, causing her to let out a small cry of pain and pleasure before finally breaking away.

“Oh, hey Ruby.  Didn’t see you there,” she told her sister, grinning as Blake’s arms wrapped around her neck.

“You know, for being so ‘observant,’ you don’t see Ruby very often,” Weiss commented with a flip of her hair.  “How would you feel if Ruby and I started making out in front of you?”

“Wouldn’t bother me,” Yang answered with a shrug that turned into a shiver when Blake’s hand slid down her side.  “I-I mean, that won’t happen anyway since we’re in public.”

That should have been a winning answer - and on any other day it might have been.  But tonight, fueled by whatever courage the bar-gods had granted her, Weiss smirked before spinning Ruby toward her.  When Weiss licked her lips, Yang raised her hands.

“Ok!  I’m good.  Really.  Don’t need to see that today.  Or any day.”  When Weiss sent her a smug smile, Yang shook her head and added, “Don’t give me that look, Schnee.”

“I’ll give you any look I please,” Weiss retorted.  But her snappy demeanor melted when her eyes locked onto Ruby once more.  “You’re soooo cute…” she said, sounding almost like she was complaining about how cute Ruby was.

“Ruby is cute.”

Yang’s brow rose at the comment as she turned toward Blake.

“You on the other hand…” Blake continued unabated, sending Yang a lustful leer that immediately made her wish they were alone.  “You’re so hot...it’s hard to keep clothes on around you...”

Teasingly tugging at the bottom of her shirt, Blake sent Yang a wink that made her heart jump in her chest.  There was something so sexy about the way Blake winked.  Plus, she did it so rarely that it always felt like a treat.

Of course, one of the factors contributing to Blake’s winking was her sobriety.  In under ten seconds, Yang had figured out the cause of Ruby’s concern - Blake and Weiss were very drunk.  The slurred words and lack of balance were enough to confirm that suspicion, but the rampantly unchecked desires confirmed it in the best way.

“Ruby?” Yang asked, tearing her eyes away from Blake only to find Weiss whispering something in Ruby’s ear while Ruby blushed like a tomato.

“Ruby,” Yang repeated, this time pulling her sister a step away from Weiss, who responded with a withering glare.  Ruby, meanwhile, looked at Yang with feigned innocence.

“Uh, yeah?”

“How are they so wasted when you’re not?”

“Oh, uh, well, they asked for something sweet to drink, so I ordered them some tea.  The bartender said it’s really good.”

“Those were really good,” Weiss butted in, draping herself around Ruby’s shoulders and weaving her fingers through Ruby’s hair.  “I think I’d like another.”

“Me too,” Blake added.

After nodding to each other, the two girls went to the bar to order their drinks.  As soon as they were out of earshot, which wasn’t a terribly far distance in the noisy space, Ruby quickly explained.

“Ok, so I brought them the tea and they really liked ‘em so had like two.  Then, before I knew it, they’re acting like this!”

That was all Yang needed to hear to figure out what happened, and she laughed at Ruby’s confusion about those ‘special’ teas.

“Ok, you aren’t drinking then,” she said, and Ruby dutifully nodded.  “You’re in charge of Weiss, and I’ll make sure Blake gets home ok.”

“Got it!” Ruby agreed with a relieved smile.  “Thank god you got here.  Watching both of them was, like, impossible.”

“You telling me you can’t keep your hands on two hot girls at once?” Yang teased, nudging Ruby’s elbow and drawing out a shy smile.

“Weiss gets pretty jealous when she’s like this…I didn’t want her to think that me and Blake - like - you know.”

“Guess you need to tone down all the flirting you normally do,” Yang joked, resting a hand on Ruby’s shoulder and turning her toward a booth that had just emptied.  “Come on, let’s grab that booth.”

Once they made it to the booth, they slid into opposite sides and waited for Weiss and Blake to return.

“So, besides getting them drunk, what’ve you been up to?”

“Nothing, really.”  Ruby leaned back and smiled at whatever thought just crossed her mind.  “Blake kept complaining that you weren’t here yet, and Weiss kept complaining about Blake complaining.  That’s why I got them a drink in the first place.”

“So, what you’re saying is...this is all my fault.”

“Kind of.”

When Ruby stuck out her tongue, Yang chuckled and was about to respond when someone rudely cut her off.

“Ruby.”  Weiss set a tall glass filled with her coveted ‘tea’ on the table before setting down a second glass and sliding it to Ruby.  The second glass was filled with something that looked suspiciously like...chocolate milk.  “I brought you something,” Weiss explained with such a sincere, excited smile that Yang felt like she was imposing on something secret just by witnessing it.

“Awe!  You’re the best, Weiss!”  Accepting the treat and taking a long sip, Ruby hummed and did a little shimmy of happiness.  “Yup - totally the best wife ever.”

Upon receiving the praise, Weiss shot a smug look at Blake and sat down, making Blake roll her eyes.

“Hey Yang,” Blake said, setting her drink on the table and sitting on Yang’s lap instead of the bench.  “I brought you something, too.”

Before Yang could ask what it was, Blake wrapped both arms around her neck and pulled her in for a kiss.  This one - just like the first one - started at heated and only got hotter from there.  Yang could taste the tea much clearer on Blake’s lips now, and the flavor was addicting.  Or maybe Blake was addicting with her soft lips, smooth skin, and irresistible hotness.  Seriously, as soon as she got her hands in Yang’s hair, it was over.  Whatever she wanted, she could have - and she was fully aware of the power she held over Yang’s body.

Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on point of view), the kiss ended when Blake separated first.  Yang’s gut reaction was to follow Blake’s lips - an endless struggle to continue the kiss far past its expiration, but a gentle hand halted her pursuit.  Instead, she looked into amber eyes and enjoyed the sight of enlarged pupils crowding out beautiful amber.

“Um, wow.”  Coughing lightly into one hand, Yang tried to clear the haze of desire that had fallen over her, which was only amplified by Blake sitting on her lap.  “Uh...that was just about the best thing ever.”

“Just about?”

“Well...it can’t be the best when we’re still wearing clothes.”

Blake smirked and whispered, “That can be arranged,” in Yang’s ear before sliding off of Yang’s lap and sitting on the bench beside her.  Cheeks warming, Yang shot a glance across the table.  Of course, Weiss rolled her eyes at the subtle competition (which she definitely just lost), and Ruby...well, Ruby missed the entire thing because she was too busy enjoying her chocolate milk.

“Can I take you home?” Yang asked Blake, praying the answer was ‘yes.’  She wanted to continue that kiss and then some.

“Mm...you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Uh, yes.”

“Then no.”  Smirking, Blake picked up her glass and sipped her drink.  “You have to wait.”

Staring at Blake’s nonchalance, Yang couldn’t decide if she was disappointed or even more turned on.  On an ordinary day, Blake was a bit of a tease.  Drinking made that enticing quality better and worse as her teasing resulted in Yang doing dumber and dumber things for affection.

“Too bad,” Weiss cut in from across the table, smirking at the fact that Yang wasn’t getting what she wanted.  “If only you had a more willing partner…”

Weiss gently stroked Ruby’s shoulder while Yang wrinkled her nose.

“Ew.  Are you saying I should date my sister?”

“What??” Ruby choked out, nearly spitting chocolate milk all over the table.  “Why are we talking about that??”

“Because you’re soooo cute,” Weiss cooed, running a hand through Ruby’s hair before leaning away and looking at Ruby with genuine curiosity.  “How’d you get to be so cute?”

When Ruby forgot all about the previous question and giggled instead, Yang rolled her eyes.

“I can’t believe people called you ‘ice queen’ at school...”

“You’re right,” Blake added, sliding one finger around the top of her glass while watching Weiss.  “All I see is a puddle of melted water.”

Yang laughed at Blake’s deadpan joke, which succeeded in drawing Weiss’ immediate ire.

“Melted water is just water,” Weiss snapped.  “You see a puddle of water.”

“Glad you agree,” Blake replied with a smug smile that made Weiss huff and turn back to Ruby, clearly intent upon not paying any attention to them for the foreseeable future.

While Weiss’ attention was elsewhere, Blake subtly inched her hand across the table.  For a second, Yang had no idea what Blake’s intention was, but it eventually clicked.  Blake was trying to be sly and switch her drink with Weiss’ since Weiss had more left.  The moment Weiss laughed at something Ruby said, Blake sprang into action, swiping her hand forward and -

And knocked her hand into the side of the glass.

Lunging forward to prevent the apocalypse, Yang managed to grab the glass and prevent it from spilling all over Weiss.  But she interrupted the two lovebirds in the process.  Turning away from Ruby, Weiss immediately lost her smile and narrowed her eyes when she saw Yang still holding the glass.

“If you wanted something, you should’ve said so when we went up there,” Weiss remarked, pulling the glass out of Yang’s hand.

“That’s not as good as stealing yours!” Yang joked before smiling at Blake.  “Want me to get you something else?  Your wish is my command.”

Blake hummed, tapping a finger to her chin while her keen eyes scanned the bar.  “How about...pool?”

Blake motioned to a pool table, where a couple had just finished their game and were hanging up their cues.

“Yes, please.  Save me from these two.”

Taking Yang’s hand, Blake pulled her from the booth and over to claim the empty table.  Unsurprising to all who knew her, Blake was good at pool.  While sober.  When she was drunk...she thought she was good at pool.

“Where’s the rack?” Yang asked while rolling the pool balls to one end of the table.

“I found a great one.”

When Yang looked at Blake, she expected to find the triangular piece of plastic or wood that they could use to arrange the pool balls together.  Instead, Blake winked and patted the side of Yang’s chest.

“Only the best for you,” Yang replied with a chuckle, though her cheeks flared regardless of how much she adored what Blake just did.  “But I kind of meant...the pool rack?”

“You mean this one?” Blake asked, pulling the plastic triangle from behind her back and holding it in front of her with a smug grin.

“Just what I thought.”  After taking the piece of plastic from Blake’s hands, Yang preemptively blushed before reaching out and reciprocating Blake’s gesture.  “You’ve got a nice one, too.”

Blake smiled, but Yang blushed harder.  That was definitely something that felt more romantic when drunk.  Of course, she was flattered that her...assets...were so highly valued.  And she didn’t mind the boob tap in public.  Plus, with the way Blake was looking at her right now, her mind was getting more excited about the prospect of retreating to the privacy of their bedroom.

“Any chance we can go home now?” Yang asked, taking a shot even though she already knew the answer.

“I want to play a game first.”

Based on Blake’s smile, Yang wasn’t entirely sure they were talking about a game of pool.  Regardless, she quickly racked the pool balls so they could start.

“Wanna go first?” she offered, pulling two cues from the rack and handing one to Blake.

“I’ll let you go first tonight.”

Again, either Yang’s mind was entirely in the gutter, or Blake was being subtly suggestive on purpose.  Most likely, it was just Yang’s mind - but who could Blake her?

Blame her.  Who could blame her?

Shaking her head to clear the lustful thoughts, Yang put one hand on the table and set the cue on top of it.  As soon as she leaned forward, however, she could feel Blake checking her out.  So she did what any normal person would do - took a few extra practice shots before finally striking the cue ball and getting the game underway.  The multi-colored balls spread across the table, clacking into each other while three made their way into pockets - two stripes and one solid.

“Guess I’m stripes.”

Yang grinned as she walked around the table to find her next shot, which would be a relatively easy tap in.  Or it should be relatively easy, but focusing was difficult with Blake’s eyes following every step she made, making it abundantly clear that she was being...observed.

Why did she like it so much?

Slowly exhaling, she pushed the cue forward and knocked the next ball into a pocket.  Three down - four to go.

See?  She wasn’t bad at pool.  She actually thought that she was pretty good at pool, actually, but all anyone ever saw was her repeatedly losing to Blake.

After knocking the number ten ball into a pocket, she missed the next shot and stepped back so Blake could take her turn.  This was Yang’s opportunity to do a little staring, which she unabashedly did while Blake sauntered over to the table and picked her first target.  When Blake bent over, Yang leaned to the right for a better glimpse of that -

“Enjoying the view?”

Blake glanced over her shoulder and caught Yang red-handed - she was even biting her bottom lip while pure, unadulterated attraction surged through her.  Never one to hide behind an act, she smiled and said “You know it,” earning a pleased grin before Blake went back to her turn, and Yang returned to staring.

Seriously, Blake’s butt never stopped working.  Day or night, rain or shine, it was there to tease Yang into oblivion.  Tonight was no exception, with those tight jeans clinging to her in all the right places -

Soft clacking sounds tore Yang out of her Blake-induced daze, drawing her attention back to the table and watching pool balls scatter in all directions.  One of the solids ended up in a pocket, but a striped ball found its way in as well.

“Hmmph,” Blake muttered, straightening up and glaring at the table like it just wronged her.

“Thanks, sweetheart.”  Yang kissed Blake’s cheek before checking out the layout of the table.  Two more stripes left, and they were in somewhat easily accessible places.  With a little skill, she had this game in the bag.

Fortunately, she had plenty of skill.  The first one fell in easy.  The second one would take another turn, but she cleared the group of solids away from it so she would have a better chance next time.  And she would definitely get another turn based on the way Blake lightly swayed while standing still.

“Do your worst,” Yang joked.

Ever the competitor, Blake dragged her hand along the edge of the table, circling the perimeter like she was searching for prey.  It was predatory and voracious and Yang was so into that look right now.  Literally, if she could switch places with the pool table, she would.

Setting her hand down, Blake lined up a shot and hit the cue dead center.  Surprisingly, one of the solid colors dropped into a pocket this time, and her turn continued.

“Are you worried?” she asked, again drawing her hand along the edge while Yang watched with growing hunger.

“Not in the slightest.”

The words had their intended effect - amber eyes snapped to her, giving her just enough of that preying gaze that she shivered.  And then, with an air of haughtiness straight out of Weiss’ book, Blake scoffed and took her next shot - which she scratched without touching a single other ball on the playing surface.

Now, Yang was also a bit of a competitor, but she knew better than to laugh at the epic failure.  Laughing would put her in the very celibate dog house.  So, as humorous as it was that Blake totally missed, it was not worth laughing at.  Instead, Yang forced a straight face as she walked to the table for what could very well be her final turn.

Taking aim, she pulled back the pool stick and -

“Take off your jacket.”

“What?” she asked, nearly messing up because of the unexpected question.  Turning around, she gave Blake a curious look and received only a smile in response.

“Can you take off your jacket?” Blake asked, this time with a sweet smile.  “I’m a little cold.”

“Oh, sure!”  That was all Blake needed to say for Yang to pull off her jacket and hand it over, willing to do anything to keep Blake comfortable.

“Thank you.”

After accepting the jacket, Blake lifted it up to her nose to smell.  The quick action, which she probably didn’t even realize she was doing so openly, made Yang’s heart swell.  But then, instead of putting the jacket on, she hung it over a nearby chair and walked away from it.

“Uh…”

More than a little confused, Yang sent Blake a look asking for an explanation.  When she realized one wasn’t coming, she shook her head and focused on finishing up this game as soon as possible.  Hopefully, they could go home once this was over, meaning she would just put her jacket right back on, so she had no idea why Blake wanted her to take it off...

“Ok…” she muttered under her breath, leaning down and lining up her shot.

That was when it clicked.

Glancing down to confirm that anyone could see right down her top, she then looked at Blake and decided it was worth it.  Again, she didn’t mind being ogled (by Blake), especially if it got them home that much faster.  Blake could look at much as she wanted, which she did with a possessive glint in her eyes.

Knocking the last ball into a pocket, Yang winked at Blake as she moved on to her final challenge - the eight ball.  Considering it was sitting right in front of a corner pocket, this wouldn’t be a challenge at all.

“l hope you like losing,” Yang joked as she lowered her chin to the table.

“I’m not going to lose,” Blake replied with a smirk.

“Kind of looks like it.”

“I don’t think so.”

Raising her brow, Yang straightened up and gave Blake a questioning look.  “You realize I only need to knock the eight ball into that pocket, right?” she asked, gesturing the pool stick to the corner of the table.

“But you won’t make it.”

“You think I’m that horrible at pool?”

Yang’s soft laugh faded away when she saw the wanton look in Blake’s eyes.

“No…” Blake replied, her voice a low purr as she walked over and set one hand on Yang’s collar - probably feeling for her heartbeat to make sure it was just as erratic as it currently was.  Satisfied with what she found, Blake stood on her tiptoes and placed her lips right against Yang’s ear, making her shudder when a warm breath tickled her.

“Because...” Blake whispered, the word sending a shiver down Yang’s spine.  “If I win...I’ll invite you to a celebration tonight.”

When an explanation didn’t immediately follow, Yang knew she was supposed to ask, “What kind of celebration?”

“One that’s just you and me,” Blake answered before nipping the bottom of Yang’s ear, making her lightly gasp.

Blake pulled away still smirking, and Yang tried to contain the rampant flames of desire that had just been reignited within her.  Shaking her head did nothing to dislodge those thoughts as she turned back to the table.

No way in hell was she winning this game though.  A game of pool was not worth giving up whatever Blake had in store tonight.  Because, for as much as Blake was a tease, her rewards more than made up for the sexual suffering.

“Eight ball, corner pocket,” Yang said, pointing at the pocket before resting the pool stick on her hand and lining up the perfect shot.  Taking a deep breath, she exhaled as she moved the stick forward to strike the cue ball.  It rolled across the table, missed the eight ball entirely, and sank into the pocket on its own.

Game, set, match - Belladonna.

“Damn,” Yang said, dropping the stick on the table.  “Looks like you got me.”

Even while drunk, Blake had to know the loss was intentional, but that didn’t prevent her from smiling - her flawless record preserved.

“Better luck next time,” she said, trailing her fingers down Yang’s back in just a hint of what was to come.

“Home now?” Yang asked, wondering how much longer the real ‘game’ might last.  If it ended now, that would be perfect since she was beyond ready to start the real fun.

“Hmm...let’s go back to the booth.”

“Godddd,” Yang whined while Blake dragged her away from the pool table, grabbing her jacket for her in the process.  “You’re killing me here.”

Blake only chuckled as they made it back to the booth - and Yang loudly cleared her throat to separate the two girls still sitting there.  For some reason, the sound surprised them, and they both scrambled to untangle themselves while their cheeks burned red.

“Can’t leave you two alone, can we,” Yang huffed while sitting down.

“That was fast!” Ruby quipped, intentionally (or unintentionally) expressing disappointment that she and Weiss were interrupted.  “Did you win?”

When Yang shook her head, Weiss scoffed.

“Of course she didn’t win.  Yang losing at pool is a fact of life, kind of like -” Trailing off, Weiss frowned while trying to come up with another fact of life - which was, apparently, extremely difficult to do.

“Like you screaming at spiders?” Blake offered, and Yang burst out laughing.

“It was on me!” Weiss screeched.  “You wouldn't react calmly when there’s a spider crawling on you.”

Wrapping an arm around Blake’s shoulders, Yang pulled her close and kissed her temple.

“Please.  Blake wouldn’t even blink at a spider.”

Surprisingly, Blake stiffened while Weiss arched a brow - which was never a good sign.

“Oh really?” Weiss asked, giving Blake a smug look.  “I guess Yang doesn’t know then.”

“Know what?” Yang asked, dropping her arm and looking at Blake, who now glowered at a very pleased heiress.

“Don’t you dare.”

Smirking at the challenge, Weiss turned to Yang.

“One time -”

Before Yang understood what was happening, Blake lunged across the table and clamped a hand over Weiss’ mouth.

“Weiss!  You said you wouldn’t say anything!”

“You brought it up -!” Weiss shouted, struggling to get Blake’s hand away from her mouth.  But Blake was practically all the way across the table now, doing everything in her power to keep Weiss from speaking.

“Blake!”  Ruby jumped up but flapped her arms, unsure of how to join the fray.  The two girls were swatting at each other’s hands now - Blake trying to cover Weiss’ mouth while Weiss pushed Blake’s hands away from her.

“Guys!” Ruby said, trying to get in the middle to break them up.  When that didn’t work, she turned to Yang.  “Yang!  Help me out here!”

Hearing her name, Yang jolted out of her mesmerized gaze - because she was all too happy to watch Blake and Weiss get into a little wrestling match.  She had always wondered which one would win…she had to put her money on Blake, but Weiss could be pretty scrappy…

Right - no fighting while drunk.

“On it!” Yang said before wrapping her arms around Blake’s waist and tugging her backward.  Ever the fighter, Blake’s first response was to struggle, but Yang quickly pinned her arms to her sides so that she couldn't move while sitting perched on Yang’s lap.

“Easy there, tiger,” Yang whispered.  “Put the claws away.”

Almost immediately, Blake sullenly settled down.  Meanwhile, across the table, Weiss let out a disgruntled huff and straightened her hair.

“Weiss,” Yang said, holding onto Blake a little tighter.  “Spill before she bites me.”

Yang expected a struggle at the words.  Instead, Blake huffed and leaned against Yang’s shoulder.

“You know I won’t bite you.  At least, not like that...”

Instead of responding, Weiss crossed her arms, scoffed, and turned away.  Clearly, she was silently voicing her displeasure at what just happened, but that wasn’t something a little Ruby Rose couldn’t solve.

Catching Ruby’s eyes, Yang nodded to Weiss - telling Ruby to fix the attitude so they could figure out what Weiss knew.  Not that Ruby needed any encouragement to make Weiss feel better - her base state was essentially ‘finding ways to make Weiss happy.’

First, Ruby reached over and tucked several strands of loose hair behind Weiss’ ear.  The gentle action drew Weiss’ gaze, and Ruby smiled - one of those smiles that could end a war if she needed it to.

“You look perfect,” Ruby whispered and, just like that, Weiss smiled.  When Ruby leaned forward and snuck a quick kiss, Weiss uncrossed her arms and grinned - her happiness restored.

“Ok,” she said, looking none the worse for wear after the scuffle.  She looked even happier, if that was possible.  “A few weeks ago, Blake and I were having lunch at this cute little restaurant with a patio.  The patio was under all these wonderful trees that provided shade.  But in the middle of our meal, a little spider dropped from the tree and landed on the back of Blake’s hand…”

“And she calmly brushed it off?” Ruby guessed.

“Sure.”  Looking across the table, Weiss grinned while Blake continued to sulk in Yang’s arms.  “If ‘brushing it off’ is the same as screaming and violently flailing your arms.”

“I did not scream.”

“What kind of scream?” Yang asked, holding Blake tightly as she leaned forward.  “Was it like...a blood-curdling scream?  A yell?  A yip?”

“Well…”  Tracing a finger around the lip of her empty glass, Weiss wore a smile that was probably too smug to be legal.  “I can show you.”

Time actually stood still while Yang processed the words.

“You...what?”

“I can show you,” Weiss repeated.  “I have it on video.”

“Yang,” Blake suddenly said, spinning around in Yang’s arms so that she was straddling Yang’s legs instead of sitting in her lap.  “You know, I think it’s time to go home now.”

Blake ran a hand through Yang’s hair before kissing her - and it was one of those kisses.  The kisses that came right before that happened.  But…

“Definitely,” Yang said after pulling away.  “Right after I see this video.”

Sighing as her last-ditch effort failed, Blake burrowed into Yang’s neck and clung to her like a koala while she reached forward to take Weiss’ scroll.  After a quick tap on the screen, a video played.

“Ok,” Weiss’ voice said, the camera pointed at Blake.  “Recording a happy birthday message for Ruby -”

Smiling, Blake started speaking.

“Happy birthday, Ruby.  I know I’ll see you like...at least thirty times before then, but -”

In the middle of the sentence, Blake’s gaze drifted to her hand.  Spotting the tiny, black speck that just landed upon it, she jumped out of her seat as a loud “Eep!” came from her lips.  After waving her hand through the air for several seconds, while Weiss laughed the entire time, Blake finally calmed down.  After taking a deep breath, she turned back to the table, narrowed her eyes, and pointed at the camera.

“Weiss -”

The video abruptly ended.

“And then you ran for your life?” Yang asked, handing the scroll to Ruby so she could watch.  “How do you even still have that??”

Yang knew how sly Blake could be - if she wanted something to disappear, it disappeared.  That was what happened to all of Yang’s AchieveMen albums.  At least, she thought that was what happened to her albums...

“Oh, she’s already deleted it several times, but I have hundreds of backups strewn around the world.”

Yang squeezed the adorable koala in her arms and kissed the top of Blake’s head.

“You ‘eep’d’!”

“I know…” Blake mumbled into Yang’s shoulder.  Chuckling at Blake’s embarrassment, Yang turned back to Weiss.

“Send it to me.  l need it.”

“Why should I?”

“Because I let you have my sister.”

Weiss’ first response was a scoff, but then she looked at Ruby and her expression softened.

“That seems fair,” she finally replied, tapping several buttons before a chime rang from Yang’s pocket.  “But I’m not sending you another one if she deletes it.”

“Please.  Blake won’t delete something from my phone.”  Yang watched the blissful video one more time before smiling at the girl still cuddled into her.  “Right, beautiful?”

“Of course not…” Blake grumbled, sounding not at all happy about that fact.  Then she started squirming, which Yang took as a sign that she wanted to be released.

“I’m going to get some water,” she explained while sliding out of Yang’s hands and standing up.

“I’ll come with you!”

Before Yang could follow, however, a hand pressed her shoulder down to keep her butt glued to the seat.

“You stay here and talk about spiders.”

Interpreting that response as an ‘I’d like to be alone for a few minutes to get over my embarrassment,’ Yang chuckled and stayed put.

“Let me know if you need help,” she still offered, receiving a grateful smile before Blake headed to the bar still crowded with people ordering drinks.

“I can’t believe you got this,” Yang said while watching the video a third time.  Everything about it was just...perfect.  Blake’s smile at the beginning - which was humoring, at best.  The introduction of her speech.  The way her eyes slid to her hand when she sensed something remiss.  And then...the finale - an epic showdown of girl versus spider, with a small scream thrown in.

“Is that for my birthday gift??”

When Weiss’ eyes widened, Yang laughed.

“Um, no…” Weiss replied before thinking long and hard on a way out of the conversation.  “It’s for...something else.”

“Oh…”  Both disappointed and confused, Ruby eventually shrugged and pulled Weiss into a sideways hug.

“Smooth, Weiss,” Yang said, shaking her head at the uncharacteristic failure.  “Very smooth.”

Wrapped in Ruby’s arms, Weiss didn’t even acknowledge the tease.  Instead, her eyes swept around the room before sticking on a point over Yang’s shoulder.

“Uh oh,” she said while picking up her glass.  “Looks like someone’s got their eye on Blake.”

Curious, Yang turned around and quickly spotted the boy staring while Blake waited patiently at the end of the bar.  He wasn’t being discreet about it either.  If anyone so much as glanced at him, they would know that he was staring at some girl he didn’t know but wanted to know.  After a few seconds and a little egging on from his friends, he walked over and sat on the bar stool beside Blake.

Laughing at the unfortunate turn of events - for the boy, not for her - Yang shook her head and monitored the interaction.

“Poor guy...” Ruby mumbled.  “He has no idea...”

While Blake waited for the bartender, the boy tried to start a conversation.  He was decently attractive - tall, kind of lanky, with messy brown hair and a nice smile - and with a different girl he might have been successful.  To Blake, he might as well not exist.

“How long do you think he’ll last?” Weiss asked while leaning against Ruby’s shoulder.

“He looks determined.  I’ll give him a minute.”

Scoffing at the optimistic number, Weiss watched the one-sided conversation with interest.

People always asked Yang why she didn’t rush over and tell strangers to stop hitting on her girlfriend.  Sometimes she did, but it was usually more fun to watch Blake get rid of them on her own - especially when she’d been drinking.  Whereas Weiss got chattier as her drunkenness increased (at least, she insulted people more freely), Blake got positively frosty.

He was literally sitting next to her speaking, and she didn’t even look at him.  Instead, she looked down at her hands, studied her fingernails, then tapped her fingers on the countertop while waiting for him to give up.  Instead, he said something else and waited for her to respond.  When she still didn’t acknowledge his existence, he scooted closer and tried again.

“This is painful,” Weiss muttered, and Yang grinned.

It was painful but awesome.  She not-so-secretly loved seeing this side of Blake because it reminded her of how special she was.  While this chump got treated like a gnat, Yang got to see the softest, kindest, sweetest sides Blake had.  Which was fortunate because if Yang ever received that cold of a shoulder from the girl she loved, she would literally die.

“Has it been a minute yet?” Ruby asked.

“Not even.”

Blake caught Yang’s gaze, giving her a serious look that could only mean one thing.

“Oop!” she remarked while hopping out of the booth.  “I’ve been summoned.”

Leaving Weiss and Ruby behind, Yang grinned as she headed to the bar.  Blake’s eyes never left her, and they warmed the closer she drew.  A hint of a smile even appeared, which only encouraged the oblivious boy.

“Hey there, beautiful,” Yang interrupted, walking up to Blake and kissing her cheek.

“Hello gorgeous,” Blake purred while the boy’s eyes widened.

“Is he bothering you?” Yang cooed, wrapping her arm around Blake’s shoulders and turning toward the boy as he stared, mouth ajar.

“Just a bit...”

With the positive response, Yang smiled.  She loved this part, too.  As much fun as it was to watch Blake freeze people out, it was just as much fun when she let Yang be possessive.

“Sorry,” Yang directed to the boy, who looked like a spaceship just landed on his ego.  “But I think you’re in my seat.”

Thankfully, he got the message loud and clear.  Standing up, he gave them both an embarrassed smile before rushing across the bar to rejoin his friends.  After Yang claimed the vacated barstool, Blake grabbed the front of her shirt and pulled her in for a rough kiss.  Although brief, it was passionate, fiery, and just a little moody that Yang let the annoyance occur to begin with.

When Yang was finally released - not unhappy with the way that turned out - a dopey grin set up residence on her lips.  Meanwhile, Blake turned toward one of the bartenders, who had finally made his way over to them.

“What’ll you have?”

“Water, please.”

“Make that two,” Yang added, earning a nod from the man before explaining to Blake.  “Weiss probably needs some, too.”

“You’re so thoughtful…”

Two full cups of water appeared on the counter then, drawing Blake’s attention away from the compliment that just made Yang’s night.  There was something about the way she said it - like an absolute fact - that made Yang feel like she’d just been praised a thousand times over.

Blake, however, didn’t seem to realize the weight of her words as she picked up both cups and returned to the booth with Yang trailing behind.  When close enough, Blake set one cup down and carefully slid it to Weiss, who looked at it curiously.

“Yang thought you might want one,” Blake commented, saying nothing more as she slipped into the booth and sipped her water.  Looking at Yang, then the cup, Weiss finally picked it up and smiled.

“I did.  Thank you.”

While Weiss took a drink, Yang sat beside Blake and smiled.  “No problem,” she said, earning a thankful smile from Ruby that made any kind gesture for Weiss completely worth it.

And, apparently, Weiss was thirsty.  After that initial sip, she quickly drained the rest of the water before setting the cup on the table with a soft smack.  For a second, Yang thought she might burp just to top it off - but this was Weiss.  She would never be caught burping in public.

Actually, did Weiss burp at all?  Yang would have to ask Ruby.  Maybe they could get a recording of that too…

“I have an important question,” Weiss suddenly announced, turning sideways in the booth and picking up one of Ruby’s hands.  “Ruby...you’re the love of my life.  I seriously can’t live without you.  So...I wanted to ask...will you marry me?”

“Oh, for the love of god,” Yang sighed, shaking her head at the drunken display of affection.

“Yes!” Ruby exclaimed, her face lighting up with joy.  “Of course I’ll marry you!”

“Really?”

“Ruby -”

The two of them weren’t listening to Yang at the moment.  Weiss kissed Ruby instead, elated that Ruby said ‘yes’ - again.

“You’re already married,” Yang pointed out, but again, they ignored her.  After briefly searching her pockets, Weiss frowned.

“Oh...I don’t have a ring…”

“I do!”  Ruby pulled her wedding band off her finger and handed it to Weiss.  Weiss examined it for several seconds before smiling - another wide, uninhibited smile that only appeared under the influence of Ruby or alcohol.

“This is a pretty ring.  You have great taste.”

“Thanks.  You picked it out,” Ruby answered while Yang rolled her eyes and Weiss slid the ring right back onto her finger.

“We should celebrate,” Weiss said - the ‘cel’ in ‘celebrate’ just barely slurred.  Glancing at Blake and Yang out of the corner of her eye, she added, “Somewhere private.”

Yang made a face at the comment.

“That’s not at all subtle,” she said, but they paid no attention to her, yet again.  What was with the two of them ignoring her tonight?

“You’re right.”  After sliding out of the booth, Ruby reached down to help Weiss up.  “Let’s go home and celebrate!”

“Seriously -” Yang started to say, but Ruby merely sent her a wave while ushering Weiss out the door - both of them looking as excited and happy as the day they actually got engaged.

“Can you believe those two?” Yang asked, jerking a thumb to the door before shaking her head.  “Why does Weiss love proposing so much??”

Blake opened her mouth then chuckled and shook her head.  The reaction was so cute that Yang immediately forgot what she just said.

In her haste to get Blake home, Yang forgot one of the best parts about Blake’s drunken personality.  Now that it was just the two of them, Blake would lose some of her typical aloofness and act more freely.  It was less ‘cool cat’ and more...adorable kitten.

“What?” Yang asked with a grin, wanting to know what Blake found so funny.

“It’s nothing.”  For a second, Blake forced her stoic demeanor, but another smile and cute giggle quickly returned.  “I just think it’s cute.  All Weiss talks about is how much she loves being married.”

The answer made Yang smile - both at Blake’s adorable behavior and at the idea that Weiss loved being married so much.

“Ruby’s really happy, too,” she replied before a more important thought jumped into her mind.  “What about you though?  Are you happy?  Because I can buy you a ton of rings, you know.  Whatever you want.”

Amber eyes glinted in the light from the bar as Blake used her thumb to touch the silver band around her finger.

“The first time was special enough,” she mused before smiling at Yang - one of those smiles that stopped Yang’s heart and made her wonder if it would ever start again.  “Do you want to go home now?”

“You read my mind.”

First leaning forward to kiss Blake, Yang then took her by the hand and led them to the exit.  She wouldn’t lie and say her thoughts didn’t immediately jump back to where they were earlier - because they absolutely did - but this time with a crushing amount of love thrown into the mix.

For as difficult as Blake was to read sometimes - especially at the beginning of their relationship - she still found plenty of ways to make Yang feel like the most important person in the world.  At least, the most important person in Blake’s world, which was all she wanted to be.

Squeezing Blake’s hand and backing into the door, Yang held it open so Blake could follow her out.  The instant a gust of wintry wind blew across them, however, Blake pulled away and retreated inside.

“Too cold.”

“Wait -”  Rushing back in, Yang shut the door and gave Blake a look.  “I’ll call a cab -”

“With what money?” Blake asked, gesturing to Yang’s pockets.  Confused, Yang stuck her hands in her pockets and found them empty.

“Uh…”  Checking her back pockets and her jacket, she thought back to the house - where she had rushed out earlier that night and, apparently, left her wallet on the dresser.  “Crap…you don’t have any?”

“I came with Weiss,” Blake replied, which was all the answer Yang needed.  They just let their free ride home race off with Ruby…

“Ok, we can walk!” Yang suggested even though it was really their only option.  “It’s not far.  If we walk fast, it won’t take long.”

Seeing the ‘no’ on Blake’s lips, Yang rushed forward with another option.

“I’ll carry you.  That’ll be warmer, right?”

The ‘no’ instantly disappeared, replaced by a smile.

“That sounds like fun.”

A small voice in the back of Yang’s brain asked why she thought carrying Blake six blocks sounded like a good idea, but she shoved that voice aside and scooped Blake into her arms.

“This is like our wedding already,” Blake pointed out, wrapping her arms around Yang’s neck and burrowing into her shoulder for warmth.

“Yup.  Just...have a lot further to walk.”

Backing through the door, Yang carefully maneuvered Blake through and set off for home.  Six blocks wasn’t far - at least, that was how she felt when racing to the bar earlier.  While carrying a very hot but still full-sized person in her arms...well, she was grateful that it was cold out.  Otherwise, she would be sweating bullets.

“Doing ok?” Blake asked towards the end of the second block, apparently having very little confidence in Yang’s stamina.

“Course I am!” Yang replied, her voice slightly breathless while a bit of burn crept into her arms.  Regardless, she grinned at Blake.  “This is a piece of cake.”

Her smile grew when Blake giggled and burrowed back into her neck.

Sometimes, people asked why she spent so much time at the gym.  She had lots of reasons - staying in shape, being healthy, blowing off steam - but there was one secret reason she never mentioned to anyone.

This!  This was a reason!  How could she carry Blake six blocks if she had noodles for arms?  She couldn’t, and that would be sad.  She would be like...Weiss.  No way Weiss could carry Ruby more than a few feet without hiring someone to do it for her.

“I had fun tonight,” Blake added right as Yang sighed when the light changed at the wrong time, forcing them to stand and wait for traffic to move past.

“Yeah, me too,” she huffed, subtly shifting Blake to give a tiny portion of her muscles a break.  Feeling Blake’s fingers run through her hair, Yang sighed again - this time in content.  This was actually kind of nice.  Just the two of them...bundled close together...enjoying a walk home while her arms threatened to fall off…

The light changed, and Yang silently rejoiced as their trek continued.  Just a few more blocks now…

“You know -” she said, trying to speak even though it rapidly depleted her oxygen.  “I always - have fun with you - though.”

She heard a soft murmur of happiness before Blake shifted, pulling away from Yang’s neck and putting her lips to Yang’s ear.

“I love you,” Blake whispered, her warm breath providing such a sharp contrast to the cold that Yang shivered.

“I love you, too,” she replied, really wishing they were home now - for more reasons than saving her aching arms.  That was when she felt soft lips press to her neck - gently at first, but then the pressure increased as more kisses followed.

“U-uh, Blake?”

When teeth gently bit into her neck, a soft moan slipped through her lips.

“Are we home yet?” was Blake’s response, mumbled between kisses as she licked and nipped the highly sensitive areas of Yang’s neck.

“God.  Not yet.”

Another soft moan slipped out when Blake picked out a spot and started kissing and sucking in earnest, likely with the intent of leaving a mark if Yang didn’t get them home soon.  Tapping the last of her energy, Yang picked up the pace, struggling against the waves of pleasure Blake was eliciting with her relentless kissing.  Either Blake was increasing the difficulty on purpose, or she had finally given in to the desires of her inebriated state - a little too early, but...Yang just needed to get Blake home now.

“Mm...looks like we’re close…” Blake commented, briefly pausing to glance around.

“Yup -” Yang huffed, silently thanking the powers that be when their home came into view.  Just a few more steps, and she turned off the sidewalk to hurry to the front door, walking faster when Blake decided that Yang’s ear was her next target.

“Keys, Blake?”  Feeling a warm, wet tongue slide into her ear, Yang moaned, her eyes fluttering before the sensation disappeared and she cleared her thoughts.  “Can you -?” she asked, lifting Blake a little higher and nodding to the door handle.

“Oh.”

Fumbling in her pocket, Blake pulled out a set of keys and promptly dropped them on the ground.

“Sorry…” she said, giving Yang a truly apologetic look.

“Don’t worry,” Yang assured her, bending her knees and gently lowering them close enough that Blake could reach down and pick up the keys.  Once she had them, Yang completed the squat to beat all squats and stood back up - while carrying a person in her arms.

She was definitely showing that off at the gym next week…if she could move.

Keys safely in hand, Blake unlocked the door and Yang hurried through.  The air inside the house was warm, but Yang didn’t set Blake down in the hall.  Instead, she kicked the door shut, let Blake lock it, then raced up the stairs.

As soon as she hit the landing, she used the last of her strength to lift Blake closer - finally locking lips as they made their way to the bedroom.  The hunger in Yang’s chest returned, and was returned by Blake’s greedy kisses as the two of them gave into their desires.

After walking into their room, Yang laid Blake on the bed and felt a spike of euphoria from her grateful arms.  The gratitude was short-lived, however, as she immediately crawled on top of Blake to continue their kiss - sliding one hand underneath Blake’s shirt and across her smooth stomach.  When Blake released a soft moan into Yang’s mouth, she was only encouraged further.

But jesus, her arms were shaking from the workout they just did.  Even though she was only using her shoulder to prop herself up, her arm shook like a freaking leaf from the effort.  She could push through though.  No way she was giving up just because of some sore arms -

The next second, she yelped in surprise when Blake’s legs wrapped around her waist and twisted, seamlessly flipping her onto her back.

“Doing alright down there?” Blake whispered, nipping Yang’s ear before trailing kisses down her jaw.

“Y-yeah.  Of course.”

With her hands on either side of Yang’s head, Blake pushed herself up and gave Yang an eager look.

“How bad do your arms hurt right now?”

“Uh…”  Taking stock of her limbs, Yang tried to move them but stopped when they protested.  “I can make it work.”

“You’re sweet,” Blake replied, pulling her shirt over her head and tossing it onto the floor before leaning down to whisper in Yang’s ear, “But you’re just as good without them…”

As it turned out, Yang wasn’t going to miss any of the fun after all.

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