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“Thanks so much for doing this.”

That must be the tenth time Yang said that, but she couldn’t say it enough.  The Spring Gala was one of Vale’s most prestigious events of the year and invitations were nearly impossible to come by.  Yet somehow, through a stroke of good fortune and unlikely connections, she was on her way to the event right now.

Her ‘date’ for the evening - the highly respected, extraordinarily wealthy Winter Schnee - waved away the gratitude once again.

“Weiss said this was important,” Winter explained in her unphased, level tone.  “Though I can’t understand why, I don’t mind helping her...help you.”

“Yeah, but like...the limo and everything.”

While Yang motioned around the luxurious cabin of the bonafide limousine that had picked her up from her apartment, Winter again brushed off the appreciation.

“It’s the least I could do.  Besides, we would be expected to arrive together.”

“Still...I really appreciate it.”

Sensing that Winter didn’t want or know what to do with the gratitude, Yang left it at that and stared out the window instead.

When Weiss promised an invitation, Yang had no idea that would mean accompanying her older sister.  That had been quite the surprise, but Yang wasn’t about to complain.  She asked for an invitation so that she could prove this world wasn’t too far out of her reach, and Weiss came through with an invitation just like she said she would.

Winter was a bit intimidating though, especially in her stunning silver gown and silver heels.  The diamond earrings, necklace, and bracelet probably cost more than Yang could dream of making in a lifetime, but Winter wore the jewels as if they were made for her.  For all Yang knew, they had been.

In comparison, Yang probably looked underdressed.  Not that there was anything wrong with her dress - the golden, tastefully revealing stunner was the nicest one she owned and perfect for a ritzy, upscale event.  Matching gold heels gave her a few extra inches of height, and she spent an hour styling her hair to perfection.  She would never have access to the type of jewelry Winter did though - a finishing detail that set them apart.

That was fine though.  At least, she hoped it was fine, but how quickly her finger tapped her knee suggested otherwise.  Sneaking another glance across the limousine, where Winter sat with impeccable posture, Yang reminded herself that Blake wasn’t a fan of expensive jewelry - her favorite pair of earrings came from a swap meet she randomly found while still in high school.

Still...Winter looked good.  And she looked like an older, more mature version of Weiss, but her demeanor couldn’t have been more different.  She reminded Yang of how Weiss used to be - before Ruby melted away that cold, business-like exterior.  Apparently, Winter hadn’t found her heart-melter yet…

“Ah, finally.”

When Winter sat a little taller and clasped her hands around one knee, Yang glanced out the window to see where they were.  Quickly recognizing the towering hotel just down the street, she took a deep breath and tried not to let her nerves get the best of her.

“Have you been to The Plaza before?” Winter asked while the limousine joined a long line of them waiting to reach the front of the hotel.

“Can’t say that I have.”

“It’s nice enough, I suppose,” Winter mused to herself as they crept closer to the entrance.

‘Nice enough’ seemed like an understatement for Vale’s fanciest, most expensive hotel.  The most popular celebrities regularly stayed here.  The biggest, splashiest events - like the party tonight - were hosted here.

A few months ago, Yang almost helped Glynda with a catering event in one of The Plaza’s ballrooms.  She had been excited about that, but a last-minute cancellation erased those plans.  Now, she couldn’t believe she was here, about to visit the esteemed building for the first time, and as a legitimate guest.

Well, somewhat legitimate.  She was Winter’s ‘plus one,’ but Winter had agreed to bring her.  It wasn’t as if she was sneaking in through the side entrance hoping no one noticed.

As the car crept up the long, circular drive, the glamor of the night finally struck her.  Everyone knew that the Spring Gala was the event to go to, but she never considered what that truly meant.  The mess of photographers crowded on the sidewalk with giant, expensive cameras pointed at the front doors gave her a better idea.  As did all the limousines.  And the extravagantly dressed guests entering the hotel.

Rather than being daunted, however, Yang was excited.  And a little nervous, but mostly excited.  She couldn’t wait to see Blake again - the past few days had been torture apart - but she also couldn’t wait to step into Blake’s world for a change.

As much as she knew that Blake didn’t particularly enjoy these events, they were a regular part of her family obligations.  She had to be here and, selfishly, Yang wanted to be here with her, supporting her, and maybe making the night a little more tolerable.  That was part of the reason why Yang had kept this a surprise - she wanted to see Blake’s reaction when she realized Yang was there for her.  It was only while watching a well-dressed valet greet the guests from the limousine in front of them that she questioned that decision.

What if Blake wasn’t happy to see her?  What if Blake wanted to spend the evening alone rather than worrying about Yang?

That could happen, but Yang couldn’t find the resolve to believe it.  Blake would be happy to see her.  Whether or not they could spend time together was a little out of their hands, but that didn’t matter to Yang as much as Blake’s happiness did.  Keeping that in mind, she took a deep breath and let it out in a long, smooth exhale as one of the valets rushed over and opened the door.

“After you,” Winter said with a wave to the door, so Yang carefully stepped out of the vehicle and looked around at the commotion surrounding her.

“Welcome to The Plaza,” the valet said while Winter far more graciously emerged from the limousine.  “What brings you here tonight?”

“We’re here for the gala.”

“That’ll be in the main ballroom.”  Attention already shifting to the next vehicle in line, he shut the door and flashed a smile.  “Enjoy your stay!”

While he rushed off, Winter motioned Yang after her.  “This way,” she added before leading them through the golden front doors and into The Plaza’s grand entryway.

The hotel was even larger than it appeared from the outside, extending a cavernous distance away from the street.  Unsurprisingly, it was as opulent and gaudy as Yang could have imagined.  White marble floors, hand-painted murals on the ceiling, gold accents, and - the piece tying everything together - immaculately dressed guests everywhere.

Tonight’s theme?  Crisp, black tuxedos, sparkling cufflinks, extravagant dresses, towering heels, and enough jewelry to make a thief’s head spin.  The energetic atmosphere added to Yang’s excitement as she looked around the room, wondering if she would spot anyone she recognized.  A celebrity, maybe?  Or a wealthy donor from one of the dinners she had helped cater?

She didn’t recognize anyone, but she quickly noticed that people were looking at her.  More specifically, at Winter, then at her.

Of course Winter drew more than a few eyes.  Even if her family wasn’t famously wealthy, her white hair stood out in a crowd.  But she was also famously wealthy, and the other guests acknowledged it in the way their gazes lingered and their conversations quieted as she passed.

Winter paid them no attention, so Yang tried not to either.  Everyone was probably wondering who she was though - a wealthy unknown?  A new entrant to Vale’s social scene?  Maybe she should come up with a cover story in case anyone asked…

Or she could just be herself.  She liked being herself most of the time.

“The ballroom’s this way.”

When Winter extended a hand toward the other side of the lobby, where a pair of suited hotel staff stood beside several large, open doors, Yang altered her course to follow.  The ballroom must be through those doors, confirmed by a sign reading ‘Welcome to the Spring Gala.’

Each member of the hotel staff had a clipboard in their hands, which must hold the guest list from the way they scanned and made quick check marks before motioning guests through.  Yang’s nerves spiked when the man beside the door turned to her and Winter.  But his eyes quickly locked onto Winter and widened ever so slightly.  Either he recognized her, or he was taken aback by everything about her aura.

“Winter Schnee,” she said, paying no attention to his reaction.  “And this is my date.”

Yang smiled at the term and the accompanying glance sent her way, but that was all there was to it.  He scanned the list and drew a check next to Winter’s name.

“Have a wonderful evening,” he told them before standing aside and motioning them through the doorway.

Winter wasted no time walking into the ballroom, so Yang quickly followed.  Only two steps through the doors, however, and she ducked her head when she spotted Kali Belladonna.  Ever the hostess, Kali stood just inside greeting her guests with a warm smile.  Though she probably wouldn’t recognize Yang, Yang didn’t want to risk the awkward question of “Are you that girl who works for our caterer and also at the university bookstore?  Who on earth invited you?”

Fortunately, Winter had just as little interest in striking up a conversation with the matriarch of the Belladonna household.  Out of the corner of her eye, Yang noticed Winter nod to Kali, who returned the show of respect with a nod of her own, but that was it.

Having lost sleep worrying that Kali would recognize her and throw her out, Yang relaxed now that it hadn’t come to pass.  That had been the hardest part of the evening, and it was already over.  Next, she followed Winter further into the room and felt her amazement grow with each step.

The ballroom was massive, with a towering ceiling as ornately painted as the lobby.  Polished wood floors replaced the cold marble, lending a softer tone while maintaining a lavish vibe.  Linen-covered tables dotted the periphery of the room, providing plenty of space for guests to mingle amongst the silver and indigo decorations.  Several couples were already on the dance floor, spurred along by a live string quartet.

The bar was, unsurprisingly, the most popular destination.  There, a crowd of posh guests clamored to order drinks while three bartenders made the orders as fast as possible.  Those who were lucky enough to have already been served sipped their drinks and chatted with friends or strangers alike.

“So...what do you usually do at these things?” Yang asked while subtly searching for Blake.

“There are a few business contacts I need to speak with.”  Glancing at Yang, Winter added, “Please don’t feel obligated to keep me company.  I’m used to attending these events alone, and I’m sure you’d rather mingle with the other guests.”

There was only one person Yang wanted to see tonight.  Not spotting Blake yet, however, she smiled at Winter instead.

“But if you need anything, I’m happy to help.  Even if it’s just, you know, a fake date for a conversation or two.”

That was the only thing Yang could think of that would remotely return the favor of getting her here, but Winter looked at her as if unsure of what ulterior motive she had.

“I appreciate the offer,” Winter eventually said.  Her muted smile assured Yang that the offer was actually appreciated even though it would likely be declined.  The response suggested that Winter could also soften someday, much like Weiss had.  If the right person came along...anything could happen.

When a glimpse of dark, wavy hair caught Yang’s eye, she turned that way and felt her heart immediately stutter.  Blake looked flawless, as usual, and completely at ease in her dark purple dress, matching heels, and sparkling silver jewelry.  The dashing young man speaking to her couldn’t hold a candle to her endless grace and poise.  Even without knowing who he was, Yang could see that Blake was out of his league - he knew it, too.

Blake must have felt Yang’s gaze because she glanced over during the young man’s response.  Her gaze passed right over Yang before snapping back in disbelief.  Her mouth fell open as the young man kept talking, but she wasn’t paying attention to him anymore.  Her eyes locked onto Yang, moving from disbelief to surprise before finally settling on joy.  Raising her hand to cut off the young man mid-sentence, she ended the conversation with a few words before making her way over.

Yang’s skin tingled from the way Blake’s gaze swept over her - from her heels, up the slit in her dress, to the low-cut neckline, before finally reaching her eyes.  Winter stiffened at Blake’s approach, but Yang’s heart warmed with the same all-encompassing emotion that had driven her here.

She loved the way Blake looked at her.  That wasn’t something she had considered possible before, but it was definitely possible now.  She wanted to keep Blake’s eyes on her forever, and Blake indulged her - she only forced her gaze to Winter at the very last second.

“Winter.”  Blake’s smile was genuine as she offered a polite nod.  “It’s nice to see you.”

“You too, Blake.”  Though momentarily thrown off by the sincere greeting, Winter responded with a nod of her own before glancing around the ballroom.  “It’s a gorgeous event, as usual.”

“Thank you.  My mom spent the past few weeks fretting over every detail, so I’d hope so.”

“She has an impeccable eye for design then.”  Yang’s brow rose at the subtle compliment, but Winter brushed right past it.  “My father sends his regards and his apologies.  He had other matters to attend to this evening.”

Yang had never met Jacques Schnee in person, but even she knew that was a lie.  Blake must know it too, but she mustered a disappointed expression.

“That’s too bad.  He will be missed.”

A lie for a lie, but neither of them broke the unspoken truce.  Instead, Blake turned to Yang.  She could hardly keep a smile off her lips, making it increasingly difficult for Yang to do the same.  She felt like she had waited for this moment forever - now, it was finally here.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Winter said, quickly picking up the silent social cue.  “This is my...date...Yang.”

Blake’s brow rose at the term, but she still smiled and nodded.

“It’s nice to meet you, Yang.”

“Nice to meet you, too.”

Yang politely nodded but couldn’t help grinning at the two of them pretending they didn’t already know each other.  Fortunately, Winter seemed none the wiser.  Blake looked like she had plenty of questions to ask, but she just smiled at Yang, making Yang yearn for a more private setting to finish the conversation, before finally backing away.

“I won’t keep you,” she said, mostly to Winter before her eyes returned to Yang.  “But I hope both of you have a wonderful evening.”

With that cordial goodbye, Blake backed several steps away before finally turning around and heading across the ballroom.  Yang watched her go, drinking in every inch of her dress and heels.  Blake glanced over her shoulder and caught Yang staring, but smiled before sauntering away with a little more sway in her hips.

The motion practically invited Yang to check out her ass, which she did in the most respectful yet appreciative way possible.  It didn’t take much to imagine Blake without the dress.  All that soft, perfect skin just waiting to be touched...

“Would you like a drink?”

Startled away from those thoughts, Yang turned just in time to see Winter motion to the bar.

“Oh, I’m good.  Thank you though.”

After nodding at the response, Winter clasped her hands behind her back and looked around.  As an awkward silence descended upon them, Yang couldn’t decide whether Winter wanted to talk or leave.  Thankfully, it wasn’t long before Winter answered that question for her.

“If you’ll excuse me, I just saw someone I need to speak with.”

When Winter gestured to a young woman who had just walked into the room, Yang nodded.

“Of course!  Don’t worry about me.  I’ll just mingle until Ruby and Weiss get here.”

“Thank you.”  Winter’s relief suggested genuine concern about abandoning Yang - another subtle display of kindness hidden beneath strict professionalism.  “I hope you enjoy your evening,” she added.  “Please find me if you need anything.”

Once Yang nodded, Winter headed off to fulfill whatever duties her father had given her.  Yang, meanwhile, looked around the room and tried to decide what to do next.  Ruby and Weiss hadn’t arrived yet - the two of them taking ‘fashionably late’ a little far.  Blake was helping her mom greet new arrivals by the door.  Striking up a conversation with a stranger was an option, but Yang went over to the bar instead.

Rather than join the line waiting to order, she sat at the far end of the counter and shook her head when one of the bartenders motioned to her.  She had no intention of drinking tonight - she just watched the alcohol flow freely from one glass to the next as bottle after bottle of expensive booze flew off the shelves.  Thank god she wasn’t working.  She had never even heard some of the orders being shouted at the bartenders.

Now that she was here and had surprised Blake, she had no idea what the rest of the evening would bring.  She knew Blake had family obligations, as usual, so that left plenty of time to...enjoy the ambiance.  Maybe she could chat with a few strangers or, if Ruby and Weiss ever arrived, spend some time with them.  Weiss was guaranteed to have strong opinions about some of the people here, which she wouldn’t hesitate to share with anyone willing to listen.

While waiting for them, however, Yang watched the bartenders and let her mind wander.  She wished that she could have recorded Blake’s reaction.  She couldn’t remember ever seeing Blake so taken aback before, then genuinely tickled by the surprise.  Even if they couldn’t talk for the rest of the night, that reaction alone made the effort worth it.  Besides, even if they couldn’t spend time together, she knew Blake would be watching - and hopefully notice that she could blend in with this upscale crowd.  Maybe not perfectly, but…she could do it.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

Immediately recognizing the voice, Yang beamed as Blake stepped up to the bar beside her.  Tonight was already too good to be true, but Blake seemed determined to make it even better.  How else was Yang supposed to feel now that Blake had sought her out, looking gorgeous as ever with a smile that got her heart racing in no time?

“Ordinarily, yes,” Yang said, unable to dim her smile now that they had a moment alone.  “But I feel way too sorry for them right now.”

After following Yang’s nod to the bartenders, Blake smiled.

“Then do you want to dance?”

When Blake gestured to the dance floor, Yang’s brow rose.

“Really?”

“Yes, really,” Blake said, still smiling as she grabbed Yang’s hand and pulled her away from the bar.

Even though Yang glanced around, worried about who might be watching, she found it impossible to resist with her heart fluttering the way it was.  They were surrounded by people, most of whom would know Blake, yet Blake was holding her hand.  It might be a small gesture, and easily played off as merely friendly, but it still made Yang smile as Blake led her onto the dance floor.

Only after picking a spot away from the other couples did Blake release Yang’s hand - and she only did that in order to lift her hands for Yang to move into.  Yang understood the gesture but couldn’t quite believe this was happening.

Before the dream ended or Blake changed her mind, Yang took a deep breath and stepped forward, claiming one of Blake’s hands in hers while the other rested on Blake’s waist.  Feeling Blake’s dress under her fingertips made her heart beat even faster, but it was Blake’s smile that could have sent her to the moon and back.

Admittedly, she had spent the last few nights dreaming about dancing with Blake, but she never thought it would come true.  There were too many important people here, not to mention Blake’s parents.  And, try as Yang might to hide her feelings, she gravitated closer to Blake with every step, seeking out more intimacy than they already had.

“I have an important question…” Blake began as they slowly turned to the music.  “How the hell did you get Winter Schnee to bring you as a date?”

When Yang laughed at the question, Blake smiled and squeezed her hand.

“I’d understand if you wrangled Weiss into bringing you, but Winter?”  Blake shook her head.  “Winter’s a different story.”

“She’s pretty serious, isn’t she?”

“Very.”

Thinking about Yang’s incredibly stoic ‘date,’ Blake laughed.  Her eyes sparkled now, the sight filling Yang with an emotion she didn’t dare say out loud.

She loved making Blake happy in ways that didn’t only involve sex.  Sure, the sex was great, and she always enjoyed it, but these little moments convinced her they could be something more.  The other pieces of the puzzle were there - they enjoyed each other’s company in and out of bed, they cared about each other, they just...worked.  Now, Yang just had to convince Blake that she was ready and willing to take whatever the next step was, if that was even an option.

Spotting one of their biggest obstacles still greeting guests by the entrance, Yang swallowed and hoped Blake didn’t notice her palm get clammier.  If Kali glanced over right now, she would see the two of them dancing together, same as everyone else in the room could.

“Is this ok?” she asked, suddenly worried about the possible repercussions.

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Because your parents -”

“Are busy,” Blake concluded for her.  “Besides...you said it yourself - I’m allowed to have friends, and I think I’m allowed to dance with the hottest girl here.”

“I wouldn’t go that far.”

“Yang, I can hardly look at you without wanting to undress you.”  As if determined to prove that point, Blake let her gaze slowly rove down Yang’s dress.  “Although I don’t have to undress you to do what I want to do to you...”

The moment Blake’s eyes flashed with hunger, Yang’s body responded in kind.  The way Blake’s gaze kept slipping down her chest only made the urge more pressing.  Blake wasn’t the only one with that desire right now, but Yang knew she would be a horny mess in no time if Blake had her way.  Hoping to keep her composure for a little longer, Yang cleared her throat and changed the subject.

“Sorry I didn’t tell you I’d be here.  I wanted to surprise you.”

The way Blake’s expression brightened made Yang’s heart hum with joy.

“It was definitely a surprise, believe me.”

“Hopefully a good one?”

“Of course.”  Gaze never straying, Blake squeezed Yang’s hand and gently led her into another slow turn.  “If I knew you wanted to come, I would’ve invited you,” Blake added, suddenly looking a little regretful for not doing so.  “I didn’t think you’d be interested in something like this though.”

“‘Something like this’ meaning a swanky party where everyone’s dressed up and getting drunk?”

“No...something where everyone’s here to gossip and schmooze.”

“It’s not so bad.”  When Blake arched one brow, Yang glanced around the ballroom before offering a more-certain smile.  “I mean, maybe it is?  But I care more about being with you than whatever’s going on.”

If Blake dug into that admission, she might uncover the feelings Yang struggled to hold back sometimes.  She didn’t though - she just smiled and pressed closer.

“Well...if anyone’s paying attention, they’ll think I’m reigniting the Belladonna-Schnee feud.”

“Is that so?” Yang asked, chuckling while Blake nodded.

“Absolutely.  Stealing Winter’s date right in front of her?  The gossip will be unreal.”

Imagining little old ladies gleefully whispering about whose date ended up dancing with who - or, better yet, sleeping with who - Yang laughed while Blake held her gaze and smiled.

“You look amazing though,” Blake added in a softer tone, her eyes imploring Yang to believe her.  “Really.”

“Not too shabby once I trade in my uniforms, right?”

“You realize I’m extremely partial to your uniforms?  Especially the waitress one.”

“But this is better,” Yang said before searching Blake’s eyes for agreement.  “I can be with you in front of everyone like this.  No one’s wondering what the staff’s doing with Blake Belladonna.”

When Blake frowned and shook her head, Yang cringed at how she just said Blake’s name.

“Sorry, I just...thought it’d be fun to not be the hired help for once, and show you that I can fit in.  I didn’t mean to force you to be with me or anything...”

“Yang, you’ve never forced me to be with you.  I want to be with you - right now, dancing with you.  And later, maybe a different kind of dancing.”

Reassured by the sincerity and suggestive spark in Blake’s eyes, Yang relaxed slightly.  She didn’t want to assume that she would never overstay her welcome, but she loved that Blake seemed to enjoy spending time together as much as she did.  Even if spending time together meant wearing their finest attire while dancing amidst a sea of strangers.

Blake looked at ease here - her eyes never straying from Yang as the music guided their pace along the dance floor.  Yang, meanwhile, looked around the opulent room, filled with opulent people, before blowing a breath through her lips.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever really fit in somewhere like this…”

“I hope you never do.”

“Ouch?” Yang said, but Blake shook her head and squeezed Yang’s hand.

“I don’t mean it in a bad way.  I mean...you probably feel like that because you’re sweet, selfless, and genuine.  Everyone else is here to schmooze, gossip, or backstab; you’re here to have fun.”

“I’m here for you,” Yang corrected, only to immediately worry she said too much when Blake suddenly stopped dancing.  But, after staring for one concerningly long second, Blake smiled and brushed her fingers through Yang’s hair.  The tender gesture made Yang’s heart pound, her body craving the kiss she felt just out of reach.

When Blake realized what she was doing, however, she withdrew her hand and glanced around to see if anyone noticed.  Fortunately, everyone seemed to be too busy with their own partners to catch that slip.

“I love that you’re different,” she said quietly.  “Please don’t change.”

It was easy to care about other people’s opinions - Yang knew that and had always known that about herself.  But the person whose opinion she should value the most though?  Standing right in front of her, waiting for her agreement to never become one of the wealthy, schmoozing people invited tonight.

Only after Yang nodded did Blake smile and retake her hand, resuming their dance just as easily as they had paused.

“And please be careful,” Blake added in a near whisper, her eyes darting to the side to make sure no one could overhear.  “Especially with what you say and who you say it to.  I’m sure people noticed you came with Winter, and someone might try to take advantage of that.”

“This party sounds like a horrible game.”

“It kind of is.  Why do you think Weiss refuses to leave Ruby’s side?”

“She’s always like that.”

“Really?  Look at her.”

When Blake nodded over Yang’s shoulder, Yang turned around and discovered that Ruby and Weiss had finally arrived.  They sat at one of the tables on the edge of the room and looked content to stay there for the foreseeable future.  Ruby was talking about something, as usual, with a smile and laugh never far away.  Weiss, on the other hand, listened to Ruby while actively glaring at anyone remotely interested in approaching them.

On any given day, Weiss was protective of Ruby.  Tonight, she might as well grab a bullhorn and order the entire ballroom to stay away.

“I guess you’re right,” Yang acquiesced before grinning at Blake.  “What do I have to do to make you glare at people like that?”

“Why do you think I’m not letting you talk to anyone else?”

“Because you know I’m not interested in talking to anyone else.”

Blake faltered at the response, nearly enough to make Yang accidentally step on her foot, but she quickly regained her composure.

“You’re on a roll tonight.”  While Yang smiled at the compliment, Blake glanced at the clock hanging on one wall of the room.  “My dad’s giving a speech in a little bit.”

“Sounds exciting,” Yang replied, grinning at Blake’s subtle eyeroll.

“Oh, yes.  Very exciting.  I read it already - he’s going for lots of laughs and lots of energy.  It’ll probably get pretty loud in here, and it’d be a shame to let that energy go to waste, don’t you think?”

Abruptly understanding what Blake was getting at, Yang stopped dancing.  Blake’s mischievous eyes already held the answer, but she still couldn’t quite believe what she was hearing.  They were at the Spring Gala.  So many important people were around.  But now all Yang could think of was finding a moment of privacy with Blake.

“Are you suggesting what I think you are...?”

Blake confirmed the answer by smirking as she finally released Yang’s hand.

“Meet me outside in five minutes.  We won’t have much time, but...it shouldn’t take you long, should it?”

Catching the teasing wink, Yang playfully swatted Blake’s arm.

“You tell me!” she called out as Blake laughed and hurried away.  Even though she wanted to follow Blake out of the room right then, she glanced around before heading over to Ruby and Weiss instead.

“You made it!”

For a split second, her interruption earned one of Weiss’ glares.  If she wasn’t related to Ruby, that look would have convinced her to turn around and walk away.  Fortunately, she was related to Ruby, giving her carte blanche to lean down and hug her little sister.

“You look great,” she told Ruby before straightening up and turning to Weiss.  “You too, Weiss.  You clean up well when you want to.”

Weiss made a face at the lighthearted tease but couldn’t hold onto the irritation when Ruby giggled.  Rather than offer a rebuttal, she smiled and glanced at the dance floor.

“We saw you and Blake dancing.”

“Yeah!” Ruby piped up.  “You’re super cute together.”

“Thanks, Ruby.”

Thinking about Blake made Yang’s skin tingle and her cheeks warm.  Before Weiss picked up on her anticipation - because Weiss somehow always picked up on that - Yang lightly clapped her hands and smiled.

“I’m going to run to the restroom,” she explained while backing away from the table.  “Be back in a few.”

As expected, Weiss’ eyes flashed with curiosity, but Yang had already turned around and hurried away before Weiss could ask questions.  On her way out of the ballroom, she spotted Mr. Belladonna preparing for his speech.  Blake’s dad was hard to miss as he often towered over everyone in the proximity - even his personal security guards - and looked strong enough to put anyone’s head through a wall.

While physically intimidating, he had a noticeable softness in his words and demeanor that put others at ease.  Yang might have only spoken to him once, but she came away from that conversation convinced that he was the least scary of Blake’s parents.

Noticing Kali crossing the room to join her husband, Yang ducked her head and averted her gaze.  Thankfully, she made it to the ballroom doors moments later.  Before fully leaving the event, however, she paused and looked at one of the men manning the door.

“Do I need a stamp or something to get back in?”

“No, Miss.  We’ll remember.”

That seemed rather lax for such an important event but, before offering her name to ensure she could get back in, she caught sight of Blake a little further down the hall.  When Blake casually waved her over, she decided to risk it.

“Great, thanks,” she told him before hurrying over to Blake.  She didn’t want to say like a moth to a flame, but she couldn’t escape Blake’s gravitational pull.

“Fancy meeting you here,” she said.  When Blake grabbed her hand and dragged her away from the ballroom, however, she realized now wasn’t the time for banter.  After turning the corner into another hallway, this one much quieter, Blake produced a hotel room key from seemingly nowhere and slid it into one of the locks.  As soon as it made a soft beeping sound, she opened the door and pulled Yang into the room after her.

This was happening fast, but Yang tried to get her bearings while the door shut behind her.  They were in what looked like a small hotel room with several desks, mirrors, chairs, and plenty of random clothing hanging around.

“Changing room,” Blake explained before Yang asked.  Not that Yang had much time to ask anything with Blake’s lips quickly finding hers.

The yearning in that kiss sent a wave of heat rolling through her veins as she immediately returned the feeling.  What she couldn’t say in words, she could always express through actions - this time, pulling Blake into her as they both reveled in being together again.

“I missed you,” Blake mumbled against Yang’s lips.  Yang felt the truth in those words - the longing in the way Blake’s fingers wove through her hair and trailed down her back.

“I missed you too,” Yang slipped between kisses while running her hands down Blake’s sides, savoring the smooth fabric under her fingertips as Blake hummed.  Her hands eventually settled on Blake’s hips, and she thought nothing of pulling Blake into her, their bodies flush together as the kiss deepened.

Lust replaced longing the instant Blake’s tongue slipped into her mouth.  No one was around to see or hear them, and she didn’t want to let the moment go to waste any more than Blake did.  Somewhere in the distance, a round of applause reached her ears, but she easily dismissed the noise.  The only sound that mattered right now was their racing breaths and rising heartbeats as their lips refused to part.

Blake wanted more - Yang felt the steadily growing hunger in every kiss.  Her resolve, which had been nearly nonexistent going into this, disappeared with a soft gasp when Blake nipped her bottom lip.  The next second, Blake had her backed against the desk, hands roaming across her dress as if memorizing every inch.  Having Blake’s hands on her was enough to send Yang’s desire skyrocketing, but that didn’t hold a candle to the spike of want she felt when one of Blake’s hands slipped underneath her dress.

She had imagined Blake taking advantage of the slit running up to her thigh but feeling Blake do just that, while still passionately kissing her, sent a powerful throb between her legs.  She knew where this was going, and she wanted it.  She wanted it more than anything else in the world.

Which was why she felt a flicker of disappointment when Blake made it to her hip and suddenly stopped.  The kiss ended just as abruptly, as Blake pulled away to meet Yang’s gaze with a questioning one of her own.  Finally understanding the reason for the pause, Yang cleared her throat and fought the blush creeping up her cheeks.

“I, uh, heard there’d be a really hot girl here…”

Blake beamed before capturing Yang’s lips in an even greedier kiss.  Her hand started moving again, this time shoving the dress out of the way and prodding Yang up onto the desk.  Had she expected to find herself sitting on a desk, exposed from the waist down while Blake stood between her legs?  Never.  But she was quickly becoming putty in Blake’s hands and was willing to do anything so long as Blake solved the insatiable ache building in the pit of her stomach.

Feeling Blake’s finger slide between her legs, Yang broke the kiss as a gasp left her lips.

“Jesus, you’re wet…” Blake whispered, her breaths dusting across Yang’s cheek while she felt every bit of just how turned on Yang was.

“Who’s fault is that?” Yang mustered before a soft, wanting moan slipped out.

“Mine.”

Blake sounded almost prideful.  There was definitely a smirk on her lips as she leaned forward and hovered her lips just beside Yang’s ear.

“And I’ll take full responsibility...” she whispered while her fingers toyed with Yang’s opening, teasing her into a moan that became a gasp when Blake slid one finger up and across her clit.

“Blake…”

Blake could have made Yang beg but didn’t.  She gave Yang exactly what she wanted instead - slipping both fingers back down and sliding into her with ease.  A longer, deeper moan left her lips as Blake’s fingers filled her, but Blake soon pulled back before sinking into her again, moving with purpose and determination now that they’d gotten started.

“God, Yang…you’re so - fucking - hot.”

Blake punctuated each word by thrusting her fingers deeper, sending pleasure radiating through Yang’s limbs matching the satisfying smack of skin meeting skin.  When she closed her eyes and tilted her head back, savoring the feeling of Blake’s fingers moving in and out of her, Blake pressed forward and started kissing her neck.  The ravenous kisses only fueled Yang’s fire as Blake slowly built up the pace, not too fast but fast enough that Yang was finding it hard to focus on anything else.

“Fuck…” she breathed out when Blake hit a spot that sent pleasure racing down her spine.  Blake found it again on the next thrust, making Yang moan and wrap an arm around Blake’s neck to keep her close.

Now that Blake knew exactly where Yang wanted it, she didn’t deviate.  She hit that spot over and over, setting her free hand on the table for support and picking up the pace, fervently driving her fingers into Yang.

“Fuck, yes…” Yang mumbled as her pleasure quickly doubled then tripled.  She felt Blake’s teeth on her neck, but the slight pain hardly dragged her attention away from the pleasure building between her legs.

“Blake - ah.  I’m -”

She was going to come.  She could feel it - the tension building in her lower abdomen, begging to break free.  Every time Blake’s fingers pumped into her, that dam threatened to break.  Blake knew it too, especially as Yang tightened around her fingers and clutched her closer, feeling the movement of her arm right along with the plunge of her fingers while her teeth added to the overwhelming ecstasy.

“You’re going to come for me?” Blake whispered in Yang’s ear, her voice breathless as she kept up the frenetic pace and reached over to finger Yang’s clit with her other hand.

“Yes - fuck -!”

That was all it took to send Yang crashing over the edge.  A loud, satisfied moan left her lips as pleasure flooded between her legs, pooling on the desk and covering Blake’s hand while Blake kept fucking her.  For those few moments, she felt nothing but pure ecstasy, every cell vibrating with bliss before releasing.

Blake only slowed down once Yang had ridden those feelings as long and hard as possible.  She slumped as every muscle she had abruptly relaxed, and shuddered when Blake gently pulled out of her.

“Good girl,” Blake teased before kissing Yang’s forehead.

“Fuck, Blake…”  While Blake reached over to grab a tissue, Yang could hardly move.  “That was...fucking good.”

“Sounded like it.”

Yang laughed at the tease before slouching on the desk and sighing.  Everything felt so good right now.  Her body, her mind - nothing could beat this feeling.

“What’d I do to deserve that?” she mused before accepting the box of tissues Blake passed to her.

“Nothing but be your usual, amazing self.”  Blake smiled but, after glancing at Yang’s neck, turned away.  “And, uh, seeing you with Winter might have made me a little jealous...”

“What?  Why?”

“Because you’re gorgeous, she’s gorgeous, and the two of you together are...”  Softly blushing, Blake cleared her throat and tucked her hair behind her ear.  After collecting herself, she returned Yang’s gaze with a smile.  “Then I realized that I get to have you and she doesn’t, and that...turned me on a little.”

“You don’t say,” Yang teased, smiling when Blake finally chuckled.  “Well, as much as I just enjoyed that, you have nothing to worry about.  I’m not interested in anyone but you.”

That sounded more hopelessly devoted than Yang expected, but she wouldn’t take the words back now.  All she could do was watch Blake’s eyes briefly widen before a slow, happy smile appeared.

“I like the sound of that.”

Yang’s sigh of relief was a little premature, unfortunately, as Blake’s expression grew serious soon after.

“Yang, there’s...something I want to tell you.”

“Ok?”  Yang sat up straighter and swallowed a sudden swell of worry.  After carefully considering her words, Blake met Yang’s gaze and opened her mouth.  Before a word came out, however, a distant round of applause met their ears.

“But now’s probably not the time…” she sighed.  “Are you working tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow night, yeah.”

“Perfect.”  Blake’s eyes sparkled as she brushed Yang’s hair behind one ear.  “Come over tomorrow morning and I’ll make you breakfast?”

“You’ll cook something?”

Yang’s audible disbelief got Blake to smile and shake her head.

“Ok, maybe we can make breakfast together?”

“That sounds safer for everyone involved,” Yang joked before nodding.  “I’ll be there.”

“Great,” Blake said before leaning in for a kiss.  The slow, heartfelt kiss erased some of Yang’s worries about the conversation to come, as did the way Blake smiled at her after pulling away.

“Looking forward to it,” Blake added before stealing another kiss, seemingly content to keep Yang on the desk forever.  “Now...what do I have to do to convince you not to dance with anyone else?”

Yang chuckled at the question, which could be played off as a joke or serious request depending on her reaction.

“Well...considering I’m still riding a serious high right now, you probably just have to ask.”

“Please don’t dance with anyone else?” Blake asked without hesitation, her eyes as sincere as they were beseeching.  “If you do, I don’t think I can keep myself from cutting in.”

“On second thought, that sounds pretty hot.  I’d love to see you tap some stranger’s shoulder and steal a dance.”

“I appreciate you think I’d be polite about it,” Blake replied with a soft chuckle.  “Because I doubt I’d handle it like that.”

The admission filled Yang’s heart with a jittery, joyful feeling, and she opened her mouth to respond only to stop herself.  Blake noticed the aborted response though, and one raised brow said she would ask if Yang didn’t spit it out.

“Am I allowed to make the same request?” she tentatively asked.  “I mean, unless you have to because of your parents or something.  I know there’s a ton of people here who’d love to dance with you -”

Before Yang rambled all night, Blake cut her off with a kiss.

“I’m all yours,” she whispered, letting Yang soak up the sincerity before backing away.  “Now, think you can stand?” she teased, her eyes dancing with humor as she finally let Yang off the table.

“Oh ha ha.”  When Yang hopped down and immediately stumbled, Blake giggled.  “That was the heels,” Yang argued, though the giggles were so adorable that she had a hard time not smiling herself.  “It’ll take a lot more than that to keep me from walking.”

“Noted…” Blake said before taking Yang’s hand and leading her to the door.  Before opening it, however, Blake ducked into the restroom and quickly washed her hands.  Once done, she returned to Yang with a somewhat cheeky smile.  “Thanks for indulging me.”

“You know I’m always willing to...indulge you…”

Yang’s gaze swept over Blake while she imagined the ways she would love to indulge Blake right now.  The look drew Blake’s lips back to hers, this time for a passionate kiss that took her breath away and reignited the dull throbbing between her legs.  By the time her eyes fluttered open, Blake was tenderly touching her cheek.

“We should get out of here before I decide I’d rather ride your face like a cowboy than play nice with my parents’ friends…”

“Jesus,” Yang hissed as the ache between her legs became unabashed desire.  Blake, however, patted her shoulder and led her out the door.  Once they were in the hall, Blake released Yang’s hand but stayed close enough that their arms brushed as they returned to the ballroom.

“Miss Belladonna,” the man beside the door greeted Blake with a polite smile.  His gaze hardly flitted to Yang before Blake waved her through.

“She’s with me.”

As easy as that, the man nodded and stepped aside so they could enter the ballroom.  Not much had changed in their absence, but there were more people now and the atmosphere had grown louder as the alcohol kicked in.

“I like saying that,” Blake mused as they walked further into the room.  “That you’re with me,” she elaborated when Yang sent her a curious look.

“You can keep saying it if you want.”

“Maybe I will.”

“Blake!  There you are, sweetie.”

Instantly recognizing the voice, Yang broke away from Blake as if they hadn’t been walking together.  Fortunately, Kali seemed none the wiser as she hurried over to her daughter.

“Honey, you missed your dad’s speech.”

“I know, sorry.  I didn’t feel great.”

“Was it something you ate?”

“Maybe...but I’m feeling better now.”

“Good.  Come on, there’s someone I want you to meet.”

Blake sent Yang an apologetic look while her mom led her away, but Yang waved off the sudden departure.  She had known coming into tonight that Blake would have other obligations.  Besides, as far as she was concerned, Blake already gave her more than enough attention.

Since she didn’t know anyone else here - and it didn’t sound like Blake wanted her to get to know anyone - she headed over to Weiss and Ruby.  Unsurprisingly, they were sitting at the same table, though it looked like one of them had gone to get drinks.  Or, considering how Weiss refused to let anyone near Ruby tonight, both of them probably went.

“This place is huge,” Yang said while sitting beside Ruby, using the nonchalant statement as an excuse for her extended absence.  Weiss, however, took one look at her and smirked.

“Having a good night?”

“Yeah, actually.  Thanks so much for convincing your sister to bring me.”

“Oh, no problem.”  Weiss waved her hand, but her amused smile didn’t fade.  “I’m glad to see you’re having such a great time.”

It wasn’t unusual for Weiss to smirk or look smug about things, but this was a little longer than expected.  Plus, the way she phrased that felt weird.  Before Yang asked what the deal was, Ruby leaned close and lowered her voice.

“Yang, your neck...”

When Ruby gestured to her neck, Yang frowned.

“What about it?”

After glancing around as if someone might overhear, Ruby whispered, “You have a huge hickey on your neck.”

Ruby pointed at Yang’s neck this time, and Yang immediately covered that spot with one hand.  Now that Ruby mentioned it, she could feel how hot the skin was - a sure sign of a hickey springing to life.  Weiss was laughing now, and Ruby added some giggles while Yang turned around and stared at Blake across the room.  Noticing the look, Blake smiled and winked before returning her attention to whatever her mom was saying.

Cheeks burning, Yang turned back to the table determined to pretend like she knew all along.

“Please, please tell me that’s from my sister,” Weiss said, destroying Yang’s composure in a heartbeat.

“What?  Why would you hope this was from your sister??”

“Have you met Winter?” Weiss replied before laughing.  “That would be the most indecent thing she’s ever done.  So yes, even if it was with you, I’d endorse the decision completely.”

“‘Even if it was with me.’  Thanks, Weiss.”

“You know what I mean.  You’re Ruby’s sister - that would be uncomfortable.”

“I think it’d be fun!” Ruby piped in.  As usual, she immediately earned a content smile from Weiss.

“Do you?  And why might that be?”

“Because then we could go on family dates!”

“Ew, Ruby…” Yang said while Weiss wrinkled her nose.

“Yes, let’s not think about that anymore.  Why don’t you tell Yang what happened at work today?”

When Ruby gasped at the subject change, Yang knew she was in for a long-winded story.  Just as well, too.  While Ruby rambled, Yang could nod, add some well-timed ‘mhmm’s, and send subtle glances Blake’s way.

She hoped that just being here proved that this environment didn’t bother her.  She might not have the money to fit in, but she could fake it - and she would fake it as long as that was what Blake wanted.  As for her…

Now, more than ever, she wanted Blake to be her girlfriend, and she was beginning to think that she should ask.  If Blake said no, then she would have her answer.  If, by some chance, Blake said yes…

She should just ask.

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NeurovascularEntrapta

I was so sure they were gonna get caught this time!! 😱