Dirty Little Secret - Chapter 4 (Patreon)
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Everything looked good, but Yang still rotated the screen to double and triple-check her work. No details could be missed, especially if she wanted a great grade - which she did. What was the point in dumping so much effort into this project if she didn’t aim high?
Once everything passed inspection, she sighed and mentally crossed that room off her list. “One room down…” she muttered while moving on to the next.
For morale’s sake, she had started with the least complicated rooms and was saving the largest, hardest features for last. Those were bound to take more time, but she couldn’t deny the relief of having one room done. Only a dozen to go...but the home stretch had officially begun.
Technically, the home stretch started over a week ago. Determined to finish well before the deadline, she had sequestered herself in her apartment and hardly left for anything other than the classes she couldn’t skip. She even requested some time off of work - she would have to make up the shifts later, but the additional time had been an immense help in moving her capstone project forward. Freed of work, classes, and regular meals, she made about a month’s worth of progress in just a week. One distraction, however, occupied more of her mind with each passing hour - Blake.
Blake had been just as busy as Yang over the past few days, so the timing wasn’t necessarily bad. Yang just couldn’t escape this niggling worry that the longer they spent apart, the less likely they were to pick up where they left off. What if absence didn’t make their hearts grow fonder? What if absence proved to Blake that she didn’t need Yang in her life at all?
Yang was experiencing the opposite effect, as an inescapable craving for Blake’s presence had set in days ago. Fortunately, they stayed in touch via text - a poor substitute for being together in person, but she would take whatever she could get. Now, her heart fluttered whenever she saw the letter “B” followed by a heart on her screen.
Picking up the phone after it buzzed against the table, she smiled and quickly opened the latest message.
“What’re you up to?”
The question presented the opportunity for any type of answer, but Yang was too excited and impatient to think of something playful, flirty, sexy, or funny. She went with simple and honest, instead.
“Not much. Just working on my project.”
The instant she sent the reply, she worried that it might come across as too breezy. She didn’t want to sound disinterested or too busy to chat, but she also couldn’t come right out and beg for Blake’s company.
Before she over-thought the opening line too much, a response arrived.
“Need a study break?”
That might as well have been a rhetorical question considering how willingly Yang dropped everything just to talk to Blake. Besides, she had worked practically nonstop since waking up this morning; she probably deserved a break by now.
“Always,” she sent back before eagerly awaiting a response - a phone call, perhaps? What she wouldn’t give to hear Blake’s voice right now...and maybe a laugh or two.
When several minutes passed and nothing happened, however, her excitement gradually faded. Blake probably got caught up in something...that happened often if her parents were around. Either they pulled her into conversations or had her sit in on meetings with important guests. Yang didn’t need to be a member of the social elite to understand that texting in those circumstances was frowned upon.
Assured that Blake would continue the conversation when she had time, Yang set her phone aside and tried to pick up her work where she left off. After a few minutes of mindlessly staring at the screen, however, she sighed.
It had only been a handful of days, but it felt like they hadn’t seen each other in forever. Talking on the phone and texting only made the longing worse. She wanted to see Blake. Feel her. Kiss her. Fu-
“Nope.”
Shaking that thought out of her head, Yang blinked several times and tried to focus on anything else. Easier said than done now that thoughts of Blake clouded her mind, sending tingles of excitement down her spine.
Blake had sent two messages and Yang was already daydreaming about what they could do when they saw each other next. That was her light at the end of the tunnel. The beautiful, hot, sexy reward she couldn’t wait to get her hands on.
If she could have anything she wanted, she would finish her project and then get several days, or an entire week, of Blake’s undivided attention. They could lock themselves away somewhere private - somewhere without interruptions - and ravish each other until they adequately made up for this separation.
Squirming at the idea, Yang glanced at the time before blowing a slow, steady breath through her lips. It was just after lunch...maybe if she worked for another couple of hours, she would reward herself by taking a break and thinking through that fantasy in much more detail. Or she could do that now and get back to work later…
A knock interrupted that deliberation. Shoving the daydream aside, she pushed herself to her feet and went to see who it was. The moment she peeked through the peephole, however, she hurriedly opened the door.
“What’re you doing here?” she asked, a smile already on her lips as Blake stepped into the apartment.
“I was in the area and wanted to see you.”
Blake smiled at the honesty before pressing a soft, sweet kiss to Yang’s lips. That kiss tempered the longing Yang had suffered over the past few days while stirring another type of longing in her chest. She wanted to turn that kiss into an expression of just how much and how often she had thought about Blake, but Blake pulled away before that happened.
“I brought food.”
Blake raised the paper bag in her hand before heading to the kitchen. The subtle sway of her hips caught Yang’s full attention, especially in a pair of tight jeans that clung to her tempting form. While Blake opened the fridge and set the bag inside, Yang made herself stop staring and focused on Blake’s words instead.
“You didn’t have to do that…”
“Leftovers,” Blake explained, returning to Yang with a smile that sent prickles of desire across her skin. “I just had lunch with my dad, and we ordered too much. And, since you’ve been working so hard recently, I figured you’re probably not feeding yourself.”
When Blake gave the opportunity to argue - a perfect brow arched and those sultry lips set in an expectant smirk - Yang chuckled and ran a hand through her hair.
“Guilty…”
“Not surprised.” Blake kissed Yang’s cheek this time, releasing a flurry of butterflies in Yang’s chest. “But now you have no excuse - it’s in the fridge, you just have to heat it up.”
In moments like these, faced with Blake’s sincere, attentive smile, it was impossible to say that Blake was only here because of physical attraction. Yang could definitely feel the physical attraction - like a tattoo burning with want every time Blake was nearby - but that couldn’t be all.
If Blake only wanted Yang for her looks, or for sex, why worry about her not eating? Why go out of the way to make such a considerate gesture? And why make it sound and feel like something a girlfriend would do?
Heart overflowing with affection, Yang thought nothing of pulling Blake into a kiss. Through her lips, she tried to express how much she loved that Blake cared enough to think about her but respected her enough not to spend money on her. And, maybe selfishly, she wanted Blake to feel just how much Yang had missed her. She wanted Blake to know that, even though they were apart, Yang hadn’t stopped thinking about her.
It was a lot to convey in one kiss. When Yang gently released Blake’s lips and watched Blake’s eyes flutter open, revealing stunning amber orbs, she could only hope that Blake understood.
“Thank you…” Yang whispered, gently running her thumb across Blake’s bottom lip before lowering her hand.
“You’re welcome...”
Blake’s voice was soft, and she didn’t move away, seemingly content to linger in that moment. Eventually, that haze of feelings lifted, and a hint of a smile pulled at her lips.
“I thought about making something for you, but we both know how that would turn out.”
“Slightly crispy?”
Blake chuckled at the memory, prompting a smile onto Yang’s lips in no time.
“Just slightly,” Blake agreed before glancing at Yang’s computer. “How’s it going?”
“Nearly done.” Noticing Blake’s brow lift, Yang nodded. “I’m doing a final passthrough of the rooms now, but that’s it. I’ll probably finish in a couple days.”
“Then you turn it in?”
“It’s actually a whole big thing,” Yang explained while Blake stepped closer, effortlessly drawing Yang’s hands to her hips. “The projects get displayed in the architecture building, and everyone invites their family to see them. Professor’s there handing out congratulations - there’s even food and stuff.”
“That is a ‘whole big thing.’”
“Yeah, pretty much.” Yang paused, waiting to see if Blake would add anything more, before adding, “But after that, I’m officially done with my capstone. Only some little projects and smooth sailing from there.”
“How does it feel?”
Gently squeezing Blake’s hips, Yang felt lighter than air. But that feeling had nothing to do with her project and everything to do with the gorgeous, intelligent girl in her grasp.
“Honestly? It’s pretty weird. I’ve been working on this for so long that it feels like part of my life now. Without it, I’ll have a whole bunch of time on my hands.”
“I love the sound of that,” Blake hummed as she inched forward, pressing against Yang and making Yang’s heart sing. “Think I can have some of that time?”
“You can have all of it if you want.”
When Blake’s expression brightened and a smile lifted her lips, a blush warmed Yang’s cheeks. If she could, she would pledge all of her time to Blake. But would that be too big of a promise when they still hadn’t defined what they meant to each other?
Unsure of the answer, she cleared her throat and asked, “So...what’re you up to?”
“Well...just had lunch with my dad,” Blake began, subtle amusement showing in her eyes. “And I’m meeting my mom in a bit to go shopping, but until then...I thought I could be your study break.”
Yang’s heart stuttered when Blake leaned into her as if she hadn’t been the only one pining from afar.
“Yeah?” Lightly brushing Blake’s hair behind one ear, Yang struggled to control her joy and mounting desires. “What do you have in mind?”
The instant unconcealed hunger glinted in Blake’s eyes, Yang knew the answer. Heat flared through her veins in response, and her heart reached an even higher gear when Blake shrugged with that aura of absolute nonchalance she had perfected.
“Whatever you want to do,” she offered, steadily holding Yang’s gaze. “If you need suggestions though, I have one. But there’s much less clothing involved…”
Yang’s last shred of restraint immediately disappeared. Fortunately, she wasn’t the only one, as Blake’s lips met hers with greed and desire left festering for the past week. Desperate to satisfy that mutual craving, their lips parted in unison just seconds later, deepening the kiss as their tongues danced together once more.
Still, that wasn’t enough. Blake felt it too, as her hands deftly worked at the buttons on Yang’s shirt while Yang pushed Blake’s jacket off of her shoulders. The jacket fell to the floor; Yang’s shirt soon joined it as Blake dragged her to the bedroom.
Their lips only broke apart when Blake sat on Yang’s bed, quickly scooted backward, and pulled her shirt over her head. She tossed the shirt on the floor while Yang unbuttoned her jeans and tugged them off of her. They hardly came free before Blake pulled Yang on top of her, their lips locking together once more.
“God, I’ve missed you…” Blake murmured against Yang’s lips, arching off the bed while Yang’s hands slipped behind her back to unclasp her bra and throw it aside. As if feeling the nearly naked girl pinned beneath her wasn’t enough for desire to pool in the pit of Yang’s stomach, seeing Blake’s bare chest certainly was.
“I’ve missed you, too…” she whispered between kisses, willing to admit just about anything right now and think nothing of it. Consequences and self-doubt didn’t exist here - only chasing pleasure did. That was the only thing on her mind as she lowered her head and kissed Blake’s collarbone, then chest, before finally her breasts.
Blake drew in a sharp breath when Yang’s mouth closed around her nipple, her fingers gently digging into Yang’s back. Moving to the other side drew a similar reaction, this time with Blake bending into Yang in the process.
“Yang…” Blake sighed, spurring Yang on as her other hand groped and squeezed Blake’s unattended breast. If Yang had the restraint or patience, she would taste every inch of Blake’s skin before moving forward. But right now she wanted nothing more than to make Blake a moaning mess beneath her.
“What do you want?” she asked, voice breathless as she leaned back to meet Blake’s gaze. “Your wish is my command,” she offered, only to chuckle when Blake’s gaze flitted to the end table.
“Really?”
“Please.”
The ‘please’ alone was convincing enough, but Blake took it a step further by spreading her legs and grinding against Yang’s thigh. The lustful action encouraged Yang to press harder between Blake’s legs, watching Blake’s lips part as a sigh escaped. When Yang leaned into the pressure, that sigh became a soft moan.
“Fuck, you’re hot…” Yang breathed out while rubbing her thigh between Blake’s legs, eliciting another moan while Blake’s back gently rose off the bed. The reaction tempted Yang to let Blake grind against her until she finished...but Blake made a request, and Yang was eager to please.
So she removed her leg and stretched over to reach the end table. Blake seized the opportunity to slide her hands up Yang’s stomach before squeezing Yang’s breasts, making Yang groan and fumble around in the drawer before finding what she was searching for. She hadn’t had a preference - she had a hot girl asking her to buy a strap-on and fuck her with it - but Blake wanted purple, so they got purple. One of the best purchases she had ever made? Possibly.
Before she could even finish fitting everything together and tightening the straps around her hips, Blake had shimmied out of her panties and tossed them onto the floor. Her impatience made Yang move that much faster, just as the hunger in Blake’s eyes erased any embarrassment at wearing the black harness and dark purple dildo.
Already feeling like that took too long, she quickly laid across Blake and recaptured Blake’s lips. Blake greedily returned the kiss, her fingers curling in Yang’s hair while her legs wrapped around Yang’s hips. She was obviously ready and waiting, but Yang held back and kissed her instead, savoring the deep, passionate kisses until a soft growl escaped Blake’s lips.
“Yang…”
The impatience in Blake’s tone made Yang steal one last kiss before pulling away and looking at the disheveled, wanting girl beneath her. She said Blake’s wish was her command, and Blake’s wish was crystal clear.
“Your fault you’re such a good kisser…” Yang teased before reaching between her legs to hold the strap-on in place. Leaning forward, she gently slipped into Blake, only going just past the tip before pulling back out, watching Blake’s eyes flutter and her lips part as she finally got what she wanted.
The heat built between Yang’s legs when she thrust in a little further and felt the strap-on easily slide in. Blake was already so wet, and her greedy sighs did nothing to ease Yang’s eagerness. She wanted to turn those sighs into loud, full-bodied moans. She wanted to watch lust take over Blake’s normally stoic expression. She wanted to feel Blake writhing with pleasure beneath her. But when her pelvis met Blake’s, the strap-on’s length fully buried inside now, she paused.
“You good?” she asked, searching Blake’s eyes for any reticence or strain.
“Will be when you start moving…”
Blake rolled her hips, pulling herself back an inch before thrusting herself onto the strap-on again. Her lips parted with a soft moan and Yang’s desire doubled.
“That’s my job…” Yang said, pulling away when Blake tried to do it again. The resulting pout was adorable, but it disappeared with a gasp when Yang obligingly thrust forward, giving Blake the entire length in one go. If Blake had a sassy remark planned, it was lost to the moan escaping her lips. The sound filled Yang with an unquenchable need for more as she searched out Blake’s lips for a rough, passionate kiss and thrust her hips forward again.
Blake rewarded her by moaning into her mouth, encouraging her to thrust forward again, and again, and again, each time burying the strap-on deep between Blake’s legs with a satisfying smack of skin meeting skin. She earned more moans in the process, the sounds joining her panting and racing heart for the greatest symphony.
It wasn’t long before Blake gave up trying to return Yang’s kisses altogether. “God…” she moaned instead, her head dropping back on the pillow, her gorgeous hair splayed out beneath her. “That feels - so fucking good -” she got out before closing her eyes and arching into Yang with another toe-curling moan.
Yang didn’t waste the opportunity to pepper kisses across Blake’s neck, searching out every inch of soft, sensitive skin while keeping a slow, steady pace with her hips. She didn’t want to rush this, but that was easier said than done while Blake moaned in her ear and spread her knees wide welcoming Yang between them.
“Yang…” Blake half-whined, half-moaned into Yang’s ear, convincing Yang to pick up the pace. Her kisses grew messy - more licking and sucking and biting than kisses - as her focus moved south.
Moving faster meant devoting more attention to her hips, but she quickly settled into a faster rhythm that pulled out just enough to give Blake as much pleasure as possible and plunged back in without ever losing contact. Her heart raced faster now, both from exertion and from having Blake’s legs wrapped around her, hips spread wide in a silent plea for more.
“God…” Yang huffed out when Blake moaned and arched off of the bed. Seeing, feeling, and hearing Blake’s pleasure was nearly enough to get her off without a touch, especially when Blake’s arms wrapped around her back and pulled her close. Now, with every thrust, her body moved against Blake’s, their warm skin pressed together while their hearts raced as one.
“Harder,” Blake breathed in Yang’s ear while her fingers dug into Yang’s back. Her nails tightened to the point of nearly being painful, but in a pleasurable way that only made Yang want more.
Even if it pushed Yang to her physical limits, Blake’s wish was her command. She snapped her hips forward, her pelvis meeting Blake’s while Blake took the strap-on with a throaty moan. Each moan sent a spark of lust down Yang’s spine, fueling the next snap of her hips with pure desire to send Blake crashing over that edge. She was close. Yang heard it in her voice and felt it in how tight she got, clutching around the strap-on and making it that much harder for Yang to slam into her as hard as she wanted.
“God yes,” she started mumbling over and over, louder sometimes, breathless others. Soon, her moans took on an even more desperate tune, her fingernails digging harder into Yang’s back.
“God, Yang,” she got out this time. “So close. I’m -”
The next second, her head dropped back into the pillow and her back arched fully off the bed while a cry of pleasure filled the room. With Blake’s chest pressed against hers, Yang experienced her own wave of pleasure as Blake’s legs locked around her, making it nearly impossible to move. Still, she kept the tempo as best as she could, finishing with fast, short thrusts to draw that climax out until Blake collapsed to the covers.
Only then did Yang stop and gently lower herself, hugging Blake close while both of them came back down to earth. She could feel Blake’s heart pounding against her chest...or maybe that was her heart pounding against Blake’s...as they sucked in deep breaths - her even more so than Blake.
After recouping just enough strength, Yang pushed herself onto her elbows and slowly pulled out of Blake, who shuddered as the strap-on came free. Quickly sitting back on her heels to take it off and toss it aside, she flopped down on the bed.
“You ok?” she asked, still panting as every muscle in her lower body protested the workout.
“More than ok...” Several seconds of silence followed, Blake’s chest rising and falling as she regained her breath. “You know you’re incredible at that, right?” she eventually said.
Yang blushed at the compliment, but a prickle of pride swelled in her chest.
“Just...aiming to please.”
Rolling onto her elbow, Blake gave Yang an amused smile.
“Well I feel very pleased,” Blake teased before raising one brow. “You aren’t tired, are you?”
Considering Yang was still huffing for air and her stomach muscles didn’t want to work ever again, the answer was a bit obvious. Still, she scoffed and shook her head.
“Are you kidding? I could go all afternoon.”
“Unfortunately...we don’t have all afternoon.”
A frown tugged at Blake’s lips, but a smile quickly swept it away. Before Yang could even question the moment, Blake rolled on top of her and captured her lips in a long, deeply satisfying kiss. Her heart melted at the passion behind it, and a soft gasp slipped out when Blake pulled away. Blake smiled at the response before leaning forward to whisper, “But I’m not leaving until I fix your little problem...”
Blake slipped her hand between Yang’s legs with the words, sending a shudder of pleasure through Yang’s veins while Blake’s brow rose.
“Big problem,” Blake corrected before kissing Yang again. “Have I mentioned that I love how wet you get...?” she whispered against Yang’s lips.
“Your fault -” Yang slipped between kisses. Hearing and feeling Blake’s laughter against her, she smiled.
“And I’ll gladly take responsibility - right now.”
Blake pressed one last kiss to Yang’s lips before sliding down, getting Yang’s heart thumping again as more kisses trailed down her chest and stomach. Blake’s hands did just as much exploring as her mouth, leaving no inch untouched before reaching Yang’s hips. Once there, Blake unceremoniously tugged off Yang’s underwear and tossed it behind her.
The hungry gleam in Blake’s eyes sent a shiver down Yang’s spine. The shiver morphed into a roaring fire the instant Blake lowered herself down onto her arms and started kissing Yang’s inner thigh.
“Not going to try out the strap?” Yang joked before sucking in a breath when Blake’s laughter grazed the sensitive skin between her legs.
“Please, Yang...I know you...”
Blake instantly proved that statement by running her tongue from Yang’s core all the way up to her clit, drawing a long moan from the back of her throat.
“Shit…” she breathed out before Blake repeated the motion, sending sparks of pleasure through her veins.
Blake did know her - very, very well, as she proved by sweeping her tongue across Yang with the perfect speed and pressure to draw another moan. Yang didn’t need to say anything - Blake knew exactly where to touch her and how. First, tasting every bit of her before sliding a warm, wet tongue inside of her, feeling around her entrance and making her squirm with desire.
Right before she caved and begged for the kind of fuck she knew Blake could give her, Blake began lavishing her clit with attention. Long, slow, broad strokes came first, the feeling of Blake’s warm, wet tongue against her enough to make her cry out in pleasure.
At this rate, she wouldn’t last long before unraveling under Blake’s capable mouth. But she wanted that. She wanted to forget everything but Blake’s tongue against her, licking and sucking on her while an insatiable bubble of ecstasy grew between her legs.
No matter how much Blake gave her, she needed more. Her hips started rocking with Blake’s rhythm - or a rhythm of her own as her desperation grew. Refusing to let Yang slip away, Blake wrapped her arms around Yang’s legs and buried her mouth between Yang’s legs, all but begging Yang’s hand to land on the back of her head and pull her closer.
“Fuuuck…” Yang breathed out, briefly meeting Blake’s gaze before closing her eyes as another wave of pleasure rolled through her. “Blake - jesus -”
Her hips moved faster, jerking erratically as an inescapable release built in the pit of her stomach. She was so close to reaching that peak - and shooting right through it - that a disappointed gasp left her lips when Blake’s tongue suddenly disappeared.
“Easy there…” Blake whispered, her breath alone drawing another moan. “You want to finish that fast?”
“Yes,” Yang got out, her desperation for Blake’s mouth growing as that climax faded further away. She felt Blake’s laugh more than she heard it, making her arch into the touch and pray that Blake humored her.
Blake more than humored her, and she moaned when Blake’s tongue returned to her clit, this time pressing harder than before, sending her flying right back to that peak. With permission granted, Blake had one obvious goal in mind: making Yang come as fast as possible.
As soon as Blake’s fingers slipped into her, pulsing inside of her while that tongue continued working over her clit, she lost it.
“Fuck, Blake -!”
Her back arched off the bed as she hit that climax and came all over Blake’s fingers. The next few seconds, minutes, felt so good that it was all she could focus on. That euphoria coursed through her body even after she collapsed to the bed, breathing heavily but feeling light as air. Every bit of her was alive like a wire, humming with pleasure.
Feeling the bed move, she cracked one eye open and smiled as Blake lay beside her. Looking too damn sexy with a little smirk on her lips, Blake propped herself up on one elbow and ran her fingers through Yang’s hair while Yang caught her breath.
“I missed you,” Blake whispered again, making Yang’s already pounding heart thump a little harder.
“I missed you, too…”
Yang always missed Blake when they were apart but rarely found the courage to admit it. Maybe she should more often though, since Blake smiled upon hearing it.
“Next time you hide in your apartment for a week, you better make plans to hide me with you.”
“Noted,” Yang said, chuckling while her heart swooned.
Whenever they were together like this, it felt like they grew closer and closer - and not just because Yang learned more ways to make Blake fall apart under her fingertips. Maybe it was wishful thinking but…it felt like they were connecting in a deeper way than ‘just sex.’ At least, Yang wanted to believe that.
“You don’t have to look so smug, you know,” she teased once her breathing returned to semi-normal, noticing the smirk refusing to leave Blake’s lips.
“I’m not smug. I’m...pleased.”
When Yang laughed at the coy response, Blake laughed along with her.
“Can’t blame me for enjoying that,” Blake added. “You went from zero to a hundred in about three seconds.”
“Hey!” Yang whined while Blake giggled - the adorable sound making Yang smile in no time. “I was already at like ninety,” she playfully argued anyway. “And I haven’t seen you in like a week, so...things got pent up.”
“Apparently, I should’ve stopped by days ago.”
“I wouldn’t have minded.”
“Really?”
Faced with Blake’s genuine interest, Yang chuckled and finally forced herself onto her side. Blake’s gaze drifted down before snapping back to her eyes - a brief lack of focus that made her skin tingle.
“Really,” she answered honestly. “I would’ve gotten less done but having you around is always worth it.”
The response was more forward than planned, but Yang couldn’t take it back now. Not that she wanted to take it back when Blake smiled, but she also averted her gaze as her cheeks warmed.
How many times could she let something like that slip before Blake caught on to her feelings? She would say that she should be more careful with her words, but she tended to become an open book the moment they found themselves wrapped up together in bed. So...she would just hope Blake continued to either not notice or not mind.
“So...shopping?”
As soon as Yang changed the subject, Blake sighed and practically melted into the covers.
“She wants me to help her pick out new clothes...you know how much I love that. You’d be better at this than me.”
“Me shopping with your mom?”
“Sure, why not?” Blake asked while Yang laughed and shook her head.
“The prices would give me a heart attack.”
“You don’t have to look at those.” Blake’s expression and tone were encouraging as she propped herself back up on her elbow. “You just have to give feedback on what she picks out. Think of it like...a mini fashion show.”
“‘Mrs. Belladonna, you look spectacular,’” Yang replied in a jokingly serious tone. “‘I know I’ve said this a hundred times already, but that color really brings out your eyes.’”
“See? You’re a natural,” Blake replied before snuggling against Yang’s bare shoulder. Once comfortable, she traced a finger along Yang’s collarbone, prompting goosebumps to rise along Yang’s arm. “One day, maybe...” she mused before drifting into a thoughtful silence broken only by the sounds of their hearts beating so close together.
Yang wanted to know if Blake honestly thought that could happen - her shopping with Kali Belladonna one day - but she was scared to ask and didn’t want to ruin the moment by bringing up the dreaded ‘where are we going?’ conversation. They would cross that bridge later, if ever, but now wasn’t the time.
Just the two of them, naked, satisfied and in her bed, was everything Yang could ask for right now. So, rather than say anything, she rubbed Blake’s back, savoring the smooth skin under the palm of her hand and the warmth of Blake’s body pressed against hers. The slow, steady motion reminded her of how tired she was - mentally and physically now - but she forced herself to stay awake so as not to miss any of this moment.
For a second, she thought Blake fell asleep - her slow, deep breaths and lack of movement suggested as much. Moments later, however, she snuggled closer into Yang’s side.
“What time is it?” she whispered against Yang’s shoulder.
“Um…” Yang craned her neck to look at the clock before saying, “Two forty-five.”
As soon as Blake sighed, Yang wished she could wind back the clock somehow.
“I should go…” Finally pulling away, Blake gave Yang a regretful look. “I don’t want to be late...”
The loss of warmth wove a thread of disappointment through Yang’s veins, but she didn’t hesitate to roll out of bed and follow Blake’s lead getting dressed. Selfishly, she didn’t want Blake to leave - it felt like she only just got here. If it was any consolation, Blake didn’t seem like she wanted to leave either. At least, that was the sense Yang got from the way her expression remained morose even as she pulled on her jeans.
“While you’re out shopping, maybe you can pick up something for yourself too,” Yang offered, hoping for any silver lining to bring back Blake’s smile.
“Maybe…” Blake sighed instead. After tugging her shirt back into place, however, she met Yang’s gaze and smiled. “Although the only things I want to buy, I wouldn’t dare look at with my mom around.”
“Oh?”
Brow raised, Yang watched with increasing curiosity as Blake grabbed one of Yang’s shirts from the dresser and carried it over. She held out the sleeves for Yang to slip her arms through, then straightened the collar and started fastening the buttons one by one. Her gaze remained on her fingers as she worked, but her smile suggested that was intentional and playful.
“I was never into lingerie before I met you,” she stated so plainly that the breath instantly left Yang’s lungs. “But there’s something about the look in your eyes when you see it…” Blake gave a little shudder before meeting Yang’s gaze. “I’ll have to pick that out on my own though. To surprise you.”
Mouth suddenly dry as a desert, Yang responded by staring rather than using words. That was probably for the best since anything she said right now would probably go far and beyond what she wanted to admit out loud. She already knew that Blake had some fantastic lingerie that made her drool. She hadn’t known that Blake got it for her.
“I, um - could go shopping with you? Sometime?”
Spotting either the unconcealed hope in Yang’s tone or the desire in her eyes, Blake chuckled and lightly touched Yang’s arm before heading out of the bedroom. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” she teased, throwing a glance over her shoulder just in time to catch Yang staring at her ass.
“Absolutely,” Yang said, throwing on a smile regardless of her sudden blush. “I don’t know if I’d survive something like that, but…”
She trailed off while following Blake to the door, savoring Blake’s laughter as separation loomed larger than ever.
“I’ll think about it.”
The glint in Blake’s eyes suggested she was seriously considering it, but that future plan disappeared as she picked her jacket up off the floor and swung it around her shoulders.
“When can I see you again?” she asked, grabbing her bag from the table and patiently waiting for Yang’s answer.
“Uh...well, that ‘whole big event’ is Thursday and I don’t have my work schedule yet, so…”
“Text me when you’re free? Even if it’s only an hour...we can at least talk on the phone.”
“Sure. I’ll do that.”
Satisfied with the response, Blake nodded before drawing Yang into another kiss. Through her lips, Blake admitted that she didn’t want to go. Yang responded by admitting she wanted Blake to stay - that Blake could stay, if she wanted, for as long as she wanted.
But Blake pulled away not long after. She lingered for a brief, nearly unnoticeable second after their lips separated, just long enough for her to gently touch a strand of Yang’s hair before stepping away.
“I’ll be thinking about you,” she said, backing up and setting her hand on the doorknob without ever breaking Yang’s gaze. “And feeling you,” she added with a wink before opening the door and heading out, leaving Yang chuckling in her wake.
Once the door closed, Yang went over and locked it. Rather than move away though, she kept her hand on the door frame, smiling as she savored the last moments of Blake’s smell, feel, and taste upon her skin. Her muscles might be sore, but she felt light as a balloon. Of course, Blake always left her feeling like the luckiest person alive regardless of the circumstances.
Knowing she couldn’t get back to work right away - her thoughts were too stuck on Blake for that - she went to the kitchen instead. Now that Blake had mentioned it, she was starving...though that probably had something to do with the impromptu workout. Either way, food sounded wonderful.
After grabbing the bag Blake left in the fridge and setting it on the counter, Yang pulled out a takeout container and found a small note on top. The message, written in Blake’s swirling, elegant handwriting, said simply, ‘Send me a photo when you eat, and I’ll send you one in return.’ The winky face at the end, however, suggested what type of picture that might be.
Grinning again, Yang set the note aside and went to find her phone to fulfill her end of the bargain. She wasn’t stupid - she knew Blake just wanted proof that she was eating - but she would gladly play along. The reward was bound to be worth it.
It didn’t escape her notice that Blake invited another conversation rather than simply leaving and not texting until she wanted to jump in bed again. The invitation made Yang feel...special. Or, at the very least, more important than her ‘booty call’ label might seem.
Blake cared about her. Maybe not enough to tell anyone about their relationship and risk the political backlash that would follow, but...that was ok. At least, that was ok most of the time. Sometimes, Yang craved more but...this was fine for now.
It was more than fine. She just got to fuck a ravishingly hot and sexy girl as a study break. So what if her heart was all caught up on the emotional part of things. At least she got to have sex…right?