Dirty Little Secret - Chapter 3 (Patreon)
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“Who even buys these…?” Yang muttered to herself while pulling a stack of small, black notebooks from a box and placing them on the empty shelf. They were way overpriced yet flew off the shelves faster than anything else in the entire bookstore.
“Excuse me?”
Spotting a young girl hesitantly approaching, Yang turned toward her and smiled.
“Can I help with something?”
“I’m looking for graphing paper. The one with all the little squares?”
Yang wasn’t sure if the explanation was for her benefit or because the girl actually had no idea what she was looking for but still smiled and motioned the right way.
“Next aisle over. On the middle shelf.”
“Great. Thank you.”
Accepting the gratitude with a nod, Yang watched the girl head in the right direction before removing the remaining notebooks from the cardboard box at her feet. Once those made it safely - and neatly - onto the shelf, she carried the empty box to the stockroom to be broken down and recycled later.
Now that the shelves were restocked, she could start her favorite part of this job - sitting at the help desk working on her projects while waiting for the sporadic student to ask for directions. Getting paid to do homework was always a good thing in her book. Plus, considering her other jobs had her on her feet pretty much all the time, she appreciated the opportunity to make money and sit down.
The chair at the help desk should have been replaced years ago, but she didn’t mind. Sitting was a luxury, and she embraced that luxury for several seconds before reaching for her laptop. Before she could even pull it out of her bag, however, she caught sight of a familiar face browsing the art supplies. After a brief moment of indecision, she left the computer and the chair to go say hello.
“Hey Velvet,” she called out, offering a small smile and wave when the young woman with long, brown hair and dark brown eyes turned her way. “How’s it going?”
“Hi Yang. Pretty good, I just need to replace a few pencils.”
When Velvet motioned to the display holding nearly every color imaginable, Yang chuckled.
“We need to get you a frequent buyer card or something.”
Velvet’s soft laugh brightened Yang’s smile even more. Compared to their first conversation, which had been more of a shy smile and several hesitant nods than an actual conversation, Velvet had come out of her shell. It probably helped that Yang was closer to her age than the rest of the students on campus, but Yang was still marking that as a win.
“You think they’d at least give you an employee discount,” she added, but Velvet smiled and shook her head.
“They think free parking is enough.”
“Hey, parking’s no joke around here,” Yang pointed out. “I’ve seen people almost throw down over those fifteen-minute spaces.”
“Probably late for class…” Velvet mused. Another smile edged onto her lips when Yang laughed at the school’s ‘dilemma.’ Too many students, not enough parking. Not enough parking close to the classrooms, at least.
“Did those paintings work for your project?” Velvet asked next.
“They’re perfect. Thank you so much for making them.”
“You’re welcome - and it was actually really fun. Tell me if you need any changes?”
“Absolutely.”
After nodding at Yang’s positive response, Velvet glanced around the bookstore.
“How’s Ruby? I haven’t seen her around in a while.”
“She’s great! And you haven’t seen her because she doesn’t work here anymore.” When Velvet’s brow rose, Yang chuckled and nodded. “Yeah, she graduated early.”
“Really?”
“Yup. Little genius overloaded her last few semesters since one of her professors begged her to come work with him. Now, she’s designing A.I. and probably going to cure cancer or save the world or something.”
“Sounds like her.”
“Right?” Thinking about how Ruby had translated her nerdy interests into a bonafide career, Yang smiled and shook her head. “So here I am, taking the slow route to graduation while she’s off inventing things.”
“Graduation’s just around the corner,” Velvet replied. “Pretty soon, you’ll be wishing it hadn’t arrived so soon.”
“Eh...I don’t know about that. I think I’m past ready to move on with my life.”
Yang didn’t elaborate on the reasons why, but she didn’t have to. Velvet’s nod suggested she understood there were different explanations in play, just like her glance at the pencil display suggested their conversation was nearing an end. Never one to overstay her welcome, Yang subtly backed away.
“Anyway, I should probably get back to work.” She gestured to the desk so that Velvet wouldn't feel guilty. “But it was great seeing you!”
“You too, Yang. I’ll see you around.”
They shared one more smile before Yang returned to the desk, leaving Velvet to finish shopping without interruption. After sitting down, Yang glanced Velvet’s way one last time before pulling her computer from her bag and setting it in front of her.
Velvet was cute, sweet, and friendly, but Yang couldn’t imagine dating her. Yang couldn’t imagine dating anyone other than Blake, actually. Unfortunately, she couldn’t ‘date’ Blake if Blake didn’t want to date her, too.
The thought reminded her of just how messy of a situation she got her heart wrapped up in. She wished she could detangle herself somehow - or convince her mind back to when they met, when they were all over each other like they would never get to have sex again - but even then her feelings had been more involved than they should have been. From the first time they met, she knew Blake would make her fall hard if she wasn’t careful. And she wasn’t careful. She dove into it headfirst, relishing every opportunity to kiss and touch and fuck as if they weren’t from separate worlds.
Unfortunately, they were. Now, she felt like she was holding her breath hoping Blake felt the same way but didn’t know how long it would be until she ran out of air.
Her phone buzzed against the desk, and her heart reminded her of what a mess she was in by instantly jumping. The contact on the screen was a simple letter “B” with a heart behind it - the heart had been a joke at first, but now she couldn’t bring herself to delete it. Instead, she grabbed her phone and quickly read the text.
“Are you working?”
Blake often checked if Yang was busy, so Yang thought nothing of the question while responding with a quick, “Sure am.”
Only a few seconds passed before Blake’s next message arrived. As soon as Yang read it, she smiled.
“I’m on campus. Can I stop by and say hi?”
She had no idea why Blake was here, but she didn’t care. The prospect of seeing Blake again was all that mattered. So, after replying with an, “Absolutely!” she set her phone aside and tried to contain her sudden jitters. Knowing that Blake was nearby, and coming to see her, automatically brightened her day. They might not be able to kiss or hug or do any intimate things on a university campus filled with prying eyes, but the chance to see Blake was enough.
After receiving Blake’s, “Be there soon,” Yang put her computer away and stored her bag under the desk. She wouldn’t be able to focus on work anymore, so she wouldn’t even try. Instead, she tapped her fingers on the desk before deciding to meet Blake at the entrance. That would only be about fifteen seconds sooner, but that was fifteen seconds they could spend together.
Thankfully, the bookstore wasn’t busy, so no one would miss her presence. Students rarely complained about stuff like that anyway - she could probably disappear for hours and no one would notice. With that certainty in mind, she headed to the front of the store.
After the aisles of art and school supplies, there was a section of textbooks, then regular books, then various school-themed clothing and gifts that parents loved to buy. In a hurry to meet Blake out front, Yang took a shortcut through the racks of clothes rather than follow the linoleum path. As soon as she passed a tall rack of jackets, however, she slammed on the brakes to avoid running into someone browsing on the opposite side.
“Oh, sorry.”
In such a hurry, she nearly rushed away without another word. Instead, she froze when she recognized bright amber eyes, short black hair, and an impeccable wardrobe.
“Oh, god - Mrs. Belladonna! I’m so sorry. I didn’t know you were here - I mean there. I didn’t see you there.”
“It’s alright.” Ever the model of poise, Kali lightly laughed and waved off the near collision. “It’ll take much more than that to knock me off my feet.”
“I’m still sorry,” Yang repeated as her nerves amplified. “I was just in a hurry to - but I should’ve been paying more attention.”
“It’s really alright, dear. No reason to be so hard on yourself.”
Ordinarily, Yang wouldn’t be so hard on herself about something like this - they barely brushed, neither of them ended up on the floor, and they were fine. But that was under ordinary circumstances - not the first time the two of them had ever said more than a ‘hello’ or ‘have a nice day’ to one another. There was no one else around to help, either, which Yang confirmed by glancing around the bookstore and finding only a few random shoppers as well as some gawking cashiers who couldn’t leave their registers.
Just when Yang thought Kali might excuse herself to continue shopping, browsing, or whatever she was doing, her eyes narrowed.
“You look familiar…” she began, those words alone enough to spike Yang’s nerves. “Have we met before?”
“Oh, um. Not officially, but...I work with Glynda, so sometimes I help out at your events.”
“Ohh…” Whether or not Kali actually remembered, she pretended like she did. “Sorry, dear. I didn’t recognize you without the uniform.”
“That’s alright. Most people don’t.”
The response didn’t make sense, but Yang couldn’t take it back now. Just like she couldn’t rewind the last few seconds and walk the other way to avoid this whole conversation. Instead, she chuckled nervously, especially when Kali glanced around before thoughtful eyes returned to her - specifically, to her name tag.
“You work here, too?”
“Oh, uh…” Considering the name tag was a dead giveaway, she couldn’t deny that one. “Yup,” she admitted. “Yeah, I work here during the day, then bartend at night, and pick up shifts catering when I can.”
Kali hadn’t asked about any of that, so why was Yang spilling information like an overflowing tea kettle? She needed to settle down and answer as precisely and politely as possible. Easier said than done when facing a more mature version of Blake that made her heart pound in an entirely different way.
“That’s a lot of jobs,” Kali commented, surprisingly content to continue the conversation. “It must keep you busy.”
“Definitely. Those plus school and all my time is spoken for.”
Yang flashed a smile with the pseudo-lie and hoped Kali couldn’t read her thoughts. Thankfully - or maybe regretfully - Kali’s brow rose instead.
“You’re taking classes, too?”
“Um, yes.” Why did Yang bring that up? “But I’m almost done,” she added before Kali got the wrong idea, though this entire conversation was just one bad first impression. “This is my last semester.”
“Oh, that’s great. You must be excited to finally graduate.”
Yang flinched at the use of ‘finally,’ but she couldn’t tell if Kali meant that as a jab or was just commenting on four years of schooling. Fortunately, if such a word still applied to her life, help was on the way.
Blake entered the bookstore, sending Yang’s heart fluttering through her chest, and quickly spotted the interaction taking place. Her brow rose, but she wasted no time hurrying over, especially when Yang sent her a look begging to be saved.
“Hey Mom,” she said, her eyes flitting to Yang before focusing on Kali. “What’re you doing in here?”
“I was just browsing.” Kali waved a hand to the racks of clothing before smiling at her daughter. “Trying to remember what it was like to be young again.”
Yang managed a nervous chuckle but shuffled her feet and wished the floor would open up and swallow her whole. Blake seemed to understand the expression, as she gave Yang a sympathetic glance before setting a hand on her mom’s arm.
“I think Dad wanted to talk to you,” she said while gently leading Kali away. “Something about testing his speech again.”
“That man…” Kali mused, shaking her head before aiming one last smile at Yang. “It appears I’m needed elsewhere, but it was nice meeting you, Yang.”
“Yeah, nice meeting you, too!”
One awkward wave later, Yang sighed in relief when Kali finally turned away. Blake caught her gaze and mouthed ‘bathroom’ and waited for Yang’s solemn nod before following her mom out of the bookstore. Watching the two Belladonna women walk outside, with plenty of curious or admiring glances sent their way, Yang sighed again before heading to the bathroom at the back of the store.
Finding it empty, she walked over to the far sink, set her hands on the cold countertop, closed her eyes, and hung her head. She had imagined meeting Kali so many times, but never alone. Blake was always there with her, introducing her. She would be charming, friendly, and courteous. She wouldn’t lie about her lack of income or delayed life progress, but she would phrase it in a way that proved she would work as hard as she could to be worthy of Blake.
Not once had she imagined running into Blake’s mom at work, by herself, and making herself look...well, she didn’t even know what type of impression she just made. Poor, dumb, babbling blonde?
Ironically, she considered herself to be a people person. She was good at talking to people, even strangers. But Blake’s mom...scared her. Not that Kali Belladonna seemed like a mean person, but...she was Blake’s mom and the Governor of Vale’s wife. She had immense power not only over the entire city but also over Blake’s livelihood. If she didn’t like Yang, she could tell Blake to stop seeing her, and Blake would have to listen or risk serious repercussions.
So yes, Yang was scared. Of making a bad impression, mostly, which she just did. Even better - Blake witnessed the tail end of the interaction so knew exactly how poorly it went.
Disheartened, Yang sighed and slouched against the wall. Trying not to dwell on those thoughts, she focused on the music playing in the bathroom instead. Right now, the latest ‘most popular’ pop song was on - a nice, catchy tune that she might dance to if she was in the mood, or if she didn’t hear it about fifteen times a day between here and the bar.
When the door swung open, she opened her eyes and felt her heart jump when Blake walked into the room. She looked as gorgeous and composed as ever, but her small, bemused smile only reminded Yang of what just happened.
“That was awful,” she said while Blake grabbed her hand and pulled her into the nearest bathroom stall.
“It wasn’t.”
“It was!” Blake smiled and shook her head, but Yang couldn’t escape her distress. “Seriously, she probably thinks I’m the biggest idiot now.”
“She does not,” Blake argued, still smiling while setting one hand on Yang’s cheek. “She actually called you gorgeous.”
“Really?”
“Really. She said, ‘Wow, they have some gorgeous employees, don’t they? Remind me not to let your father in here.’” Yang wrinkled her nose at the comment, but Blake tenderly tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and said, “That’s not so bad, right?”
“It’s not great either…” Yang mumbled. “Now, I’m just...random gorgeous college girl who can’t form sentences?”
“You’re not random, you’re Yang. And you’re more than capable of forming sentences - I’ve heard many of them come from these beautiful lips of yours.”
Blake ran a thumb across Yang’s bottom lip before following up with a kiss, but Yang was still too troubled to fully return it.
“I told her my entire life story, Blake,” she added, making Blake hum before kissing her cheek and jaw instead. “She didn’t even ask for it. It was like...word vomit everywhere.”
“I bet that was adorable…”
“Not adorable. Deranged, maybe. The opposite of calm and collected.”
“It’s fine, Yang…”
“Is it?”
Picking up on the seriousness in Yang’s tone, Blake finally stopped and pulled away. Her amber eyes were intent and sincere, willing to hear whatever Yang needed to get off her chest, but Yang sighed instead.
“I just...don’t want her to think I’m some poor kid using you for your name. That’s not what this is about.”
“Then what is this about?”
The fact that Blake even asked caught Yang by surprise, as did the way she tilted her head waiting for an answer. Most of the time, Yang avoided this topic since she didn’t know how to reconcile what she wanted versus what Blake wanted and what they already had. With Blake in a different place, in many parts of her life, Yang always made it clear that what they had was more than enough.
“We’re...uh, well, we’re having a good time, right?”
“And…?”
Yang didn’t know the answer, and that made her anxious. If she knew what Blake wanted them to be, this would be easy - she would say that she wanted whatever Blake wanted. Without that information, she didn’t want to admit to wanting something that ended this prematurely.
“And...we’re just...staying mellow about things since...you know, your parents and your job and...graduation...”
Based on Blake’s expression, that wasn’t what she had expected or wanted to hear. Her disappointment disappeared quickly though, replaced by an effortless smile.
“I knew it. You’re using me for my body.”
“I’m using you for your body??” Blake mustered a straight face for only a second, but then Yang joined her in laughing. “Well, maybe I am, but I’m not using you for your name.”
“I know, Yang.” This time, Blake set a hand on Yang’s cheek and rested her forehead on Yang’s. “I’ve never thought you were using me. Please stop worrying.”
“I just don’t want to be that type of person…”
“And you’re not. If anything, I’m using you.”
“What could you possibly use me for - free drinks and notebooks? Score.”
Yang scoffed and shook her head, but Blake frowned and tenderly turned Yang’s gaze back to her.
“One, drinks are expensive,” she said, her expression playfully serious. “Two, notebooks are also expensive,” she added, this time smiling when Yang finally cracked a smile. “And three, you have no idea how incredible you are...but that’s something I plan on reminding you of over and over again.”
Yang’s heart melted from the comment alone. When Blake followed it up with a soft, sweet kiss, Yang became putty in her hands.
Yang knew she was hard on herself sometimes - or a lot of the time - but she thought she had good reasons to be. Ruby had become a pro at telling her that she was wrong, but that was Ruby - of course her little sister believed the best in her. Blake had no such obligation, so the fact that she said the same thing made Yang feel really, really good about herself...at least for a little while.
By the time Blake broke away from the kiss and searched Yang’s eyes for an impact, Yang was finally ready to smile.
“You know...” After glancing around the bathroom stall, she set her hands on Blake’s sides and grinned. “This might be the most romantic place you’ve ever taken me.”
“Isn’t it?” Blake replied without missing a beat, her eyes sparkling now that Yang had cheered up. “And my mom says I’m bad at romance…”
“Does she?”
“Yes,” Blake sighed, gently leaning into Yang at the same time. “Well, not bad at it. She thinks I have...unrealistic expectations. ‘Life isn’t like a book,’ she says.”
“Do you want life to be like a book?”
“Not even.” Blake shook her head before busying herself straightening the collar of Yang’s shirt. “But I think you can find someone who makes you feel some of those things. It doesn’t have to be exactly the same, but...there’s a difference between being content and being happy - I want to be happy.”
This was the closest they had ever come to discussing what Blake wanted from a relationship, and the answer made Yang’s heart stutter with hope. If the mansion, publicity, endless wardrobe, and fancy events made Blake happy, then this was nothing more than a fling. But if Blake just loved to laugh, talk, and have a good time, then...Yang could give her that.
“But enough about me,” Blake added shortly after, her gaze meeting Yang’s. “I think it’s time to focus on you.”
Yang intended to ask ‘what about her,’ but Blake kissed her before the question appeared. This time, Yang savored Blake’s lips on hers while all other thoughts and distractions flitted away. How could she dwell on anything else when Blake pressed against her like this, pinning her back to the wall while their hands started roaming.
“Have I told you how much I love kissing you?” Blake mumbled against Yang’s lips, her fingers already playing with the hem of Yang’s shirt.
“Um...maybe?” When Blake briefly pulled away, one brow quirked, Yang smiled. “Wouldn’t hurt to hear it again though.”
“I love kissing you,” Blake said, her eyes glinting while her hand brushed through Yang’s hair. “And I think we need to do it more often.”
“You drive a hard bargain, Belladonna…”
It wasn’t much of a bargain at all when Yang willingly conceded to the terms and greedily accepted the next kiss. Blake responded to the passion in kind - their lips parting and the kiss deepening moments later. Yang loved tasting Blake’s tongue with her own - the two of them playfully battling for dominance they both knew Blake already owned. Blake proved as much by keeping Yang pinned between her body and the wall, providing no escape from the heat steadily increasing between them.
Everything came to a screeching stop when the bathroom door opened and someone walked in.
“I can’t believe they’re on campus,” someone said as the door fell shut and footsteps moved toward the sinks. Yang held her breath all the while, hoping the girls didn’t notice that the stall at the end of the bathroom was closed. Thankfully, they didn’t make it much further than the first few sinks.
“I know,” a second voice replied. “Think Blake’s here, too?”
Abruptly understanding exactly who the two girls were talking about and why they were excited, Yang’s brow rose as she looked at Blake, who was still pressed against her.
“She’s so pretty...think we can get a picture?”
“Not unless we look good, too.”
“Of course my mascara’s all over the place today…”
The faucet turned on for a split second before turning off, and Yang grinned while pointing at Blake. If it wasn’t obvious, the girls had ducked into the bathroom to primp and preen in hopes of holding a candle to Blake’s natural beauty. Blake, meanwhile, hid just a few stalls away. But, based on the mischievous glint in her eyes, wanted nothing to do with the compliments right now.
Yang knew that look but, considering it would be incredibly awkward to make their presence known now, said nothing. Instead, her surprise rocketed upward as Blake grabbed her by the front of her jeans and calmly unfastened the button. Yang’s brow rose even further, silently asking Blake what she was doing, but Blake just smiled and slowly - silently - pulled down the zipper.
For a second, Yang clung to the thought that Blake was just teasing. That thought disappeared when Blake slid her hand into Yang’s jeans and right between her legs.
A soft gasp slipped through Yang’s lips when Blake’s finger slipped inside of her, testing how wet she was. Blake’s lips parted and her eyes flickered shut at the same moment, but that lustful expression lasted only a second before she met Yang’s gaze and dragged her finger upward. It took every ounce of Yang’s willpower not to moan as Blake’s finger slid across her clit, sparking desire in her chest as heat pooled between her legs. The silent moan only egged Blake on, and a smirk flitted across her lips as she slipped her hand back down and tested Yang’s opening again.
The two girls kept fixing their makeup just outside, but Yang was already soaked. She could feel it just as much as Blake could, her body betraying her wants even though her mind told her that they should be careful. The gleam in Blake’s eyes said there was no turning back now, not that Yang was in the position to protest as Blake pressed against her. The only thing she could do was close her eyes and suppress another moan when Blake’s finger moved upward again, sliding between her legs before reaching her clit and drawing soft, slow circles.
If they were in private right now, she would very vocally tell Blake how good those little circles felt. Instead, she struggled to keep her breaths quiet while her body reacted strongly to Blake’s touch.
“Can I use some of that?” one of the girls asked while Yang opened her eyes and met Blake’s gaze. Blake immediately captured her lips in a deep, silent kiss, taking several of Yang’s heady breaths in her mouth as her finger kept moving, kept circling.
Yang needed to make a sound, any sound. The urge grew every time Blake’s finger slid across her clit, making her drop her head back against the wall as a low moan built in the back of her throat. Just as it bubbled to the surface, Blake covered her mouth - but didn’t stop.
“Shhh…” Blake whispered in Yang’s ear, her voice breathless as her finger kept moving. “You don’t want them to hear, do you?”
The circles were faster now, and Yang couldn’t even track the conversation outside the bathroom stall anymore. The only thing she could think about was the ache building between her legs. Pleasure surged through her veins, setting everything on fire while moans struggled to free themselves.
When Blake pressed harder and lightly bit Yang’s neck, Yang barely muffled a cry of pleasure. She didn’t even know whether she cared if anyone overheard - she just wanted more. More of Blake’s lips on her neck, teeth grazing sensitive skin before a gentle tongue licked the subtle pain away. More of Blake’s hand between her legs, one deft, skilled finger skillfully working her toward a climax.
Yang’s hips moved on their own now, desperate for Blake’s touch as a release grew closer. She was so close - and she needed it so much that she grabbed Blake’s wrist to keep Blake from pulling away. Her hips bucked harder, quiet gasps slipping through her lips as she ground against Blake’s hand. She clung to Blake, her motions jerking and frantic as Blake pushed her closer to the edge. She couldn’t stay quiet much longer - her gasps were already getting louder as she struggled to hold her words at bay. She wanted Blake to know how close she was - how good it felt - how much she wanted this.
Her mind hardly registered the bathroom door opening and closing before Blake pressed harder - right where she needed it - and her head dropped back as her orgasm surged through her, forcing a long, satisfied moan to leave her lips. Blake drew the feeling out as long as she could, keeping her finger moving until Yang finally slumped against the wall, physically spent but still riding a high.
“Fuck, Blake…” she huffed out while Blake removed her hand and calmly wiped off her fingers.
“Feel better?” Blake asked, tossing the spent tissue away before kissing Yang’s cheek.
“Um...yes?”
Yang could hardly breathe at the moment, much less think straight. Her heart beat wildly, trying to find a normal rhythm while pulses of pleasure radiated between her legs. Everything felt good right now - her mind buzzing with good feelings, her body tired but satisfied. In such a state, it was impossible to be anything but happy.
“Yes,” she repeated more certainly. “I feel...incredible.”
“Good.”
Blake kissed Yang again - longer this time - and she felt even happier. That feeling only slightly dampened when Blake finally glanced away and sighed.
“I should go before my parents think I got kidnapped or something...”
“Yeah...I should probably...work, I guess.”
What Yang actually wanted to do was return the favor - immediately, passionately, and fervently. She wanted to reduce Blake to a moaning, writhing mess while ravishing the gorgeous girl, making the entire bathroom smell like sex. Unfortunately, that wasn’t in the cards today, but Blake still seemed to understand the desire as she gently caressed Yang’s cheek and smiled.
“That was fun. We should do it again sometime.”
“Yeah, that was -” Just thinking about it sent another pulse of pleasure between her legs, making her pause and clear her throat before adding, “Really fun.”
“Sometime soon then,” Blake concluded, her eyes flashing at the thought before softening. “When can I see you again?”
“I’ll send you my work schedules and you can text me when you’re free? Doesn’t matter when - I’ll make time for you.”
“I like the sound of that…”
As if proving that point, Blake pulled Yang into a heartfelt kiss before pulling away and giving her an affectionate smile.
“I’ll head out first?” she asked, gesturing to the door but waiting for Yang’s nod before moving. Even then, she stole one last kiss before slipping out of the stall and leaving the bathroom behind. Yang lingered a little longer, listening to the door open and close while trying to pull herself back together. Only when the buzz of feelings retreated to a low hum did she take a deep breath and return to work.
She wished she could run home and grab a new pair of underwear, but that wasn’t an option right now. She would just have a few moderately uncomfortable hours dealing with the remnants of what Blake did to her, but the memory was definitely a good one.
Yang liked to believe that Blake was happy with her, but there was a difference between happy happy and fun happy. Maybe Blake just liked having some harmless fun, hooking up in bathrooms with no strings attached. She already had so many other commitments in her life, why would she want to add a girlfriend on top of that?
But sometimes Yang felt like it was more than that. Like Blake enjoyed hooking up because it made her happy to make Yang happy. Or, more accurately, it made her happy to watch Yang unravel under her fingertips.
Yang felt like she had moved a step closer but, at the same time, had no idea what the destination was. At the moment, all she could do was try to work on her project and daydream about the next time they would see each other.