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The dorm room was monotone when Blake’s eyes, crusty with sleep, flickered open. That meant it had to be… yep, a glance at the holographic clock floating over her scroll confirmed it: 0400 hours. Her Faunus eyes could see in the darkness, but everything was a colorless black and white.
Much to her annoyance, she had to go to the bathroom.
Before sliding out of bed, Blake double-checked the bunk across from her. No Weiss, she must’ve been sleeping at Pyrrha’s tonight. And Ruby was sleeping alone. Good. When Penny was in her bed, it was impossible for even Blake to slip out without disturbing her; between having motion detectors and simply not sleeping, no amount of stealth skills could defeat the android. But as it stood, everyone was snoring peacefully, with no one likely to wake up, even if she wasn’t profoundly good at sneaking around.
Blake climbed out of bed and padded to the bathroom.
On her way back, she stopped for a moment, drawn by the noisy snores coming from the bunk above hers. Yang. Her Yang. The blonde was sprawled on her bed, face half-buried in her pillow, snoring away. Blake couldn’t help but smile at her girlfriend. I mean, I guess we’re girlfriends now? We haven’t exactly had that talk, but we spend all of our time together telling each other how much we care about and love each other, we kiss and cuddle all the time, we buy each other little trinkets to remember each other by- okay Yang bought her trinkets, Blake didn’t have any money; she’d been too scared and traumatized when she left the White Fang to think of pilfering from the cell strongbox before she went -those are all girlfriend activities, right? I definitely think of her as my girlfriend…
Her fingers ghosted up Yang’s neck and along her jawline in the moonlight, tracing the curves she knew by memory. The blonde shifted a little in her sleep and smiled, but didn’t wake. Blake smiled too; how wonderful was it that, finally, after all those months of yearning and stealing surreptitious looks, she could touch Yang like this? Feel the curves and lines of her body; when she was awake, feel how that beautiful body responded to her touch. Every little twitch highlighting the gradient between muscular power and softness. Softness that became tenderness when she touched Blake back, tenderness like she had never known was possible. Closing her eyes, she got temporarily lost in imagining Yang’s fingers sliding down her cheek, tracing her neck and her shoulder, each part of her body lighting up as Yang’s touch moved lower and lower. It was an act of surrender, of letting her partner explore her. Such an intimate and trusting act, that Yang treated with more reverence than Blake had thought possible.
Truly, there weren’t words for how much Blake enjoyed giving herself over to that touch.
Mumbling, Yang shifted on the bed. Blake rolled her eyes fondly and, with a slight smirk, resettled the blanket over her to give her a bit more coverage, a little bit more coziness and warmth after her love had kicked and thrown the blanket all over, as she was wont to do.
Blake gave serious thought to sliding into bed with Yang. The larger, more muscular girl instinctively left a little space for her, no matter how she was laying. A space Blake’s body could fill, that she could tuck into, and Yang would throw an arm around her and pull her against her. Her body was so warm, and soft. Blake was well familiar with the quiet, steady way the low rumble of purrs in her chest would line up with the deep breaths and steady heartbeat coming from Yang’s when they were pressed together. With how her sensitive nose would drink in Yang’s scent, her hair products and her sweat and the warm, citrus smell of *her* when she was nuzzled up in the crook of the blonde’s neck, that golden hair enveloping her. There was no happier, safer place for her than held in her girlfriend’s arms, and she wanted it.
Resignedly, Blake shook her head. No, trying to snuggle in would inevitably wake Yang up, and her mumbles would invariably awaken Ruby, and both of her teammates needed their sleep. They hadn’t been hardened by years of living rough and on the run like she had… for which she was enormously grateful. Blake wouldn’t wish the life she’d had on anybody. Instead, she let her fingers trail down Yang’s arm until they, sleepily, meshed with her and they held hands for a moment. The smile on Yang’s face deepened, a smile that told Blake she knew how cared for she was. And that was the important part; that Yang knew, even in the depths of her dreams, how much Blake loved her.
Silently, Blake lowered herself back into her lower bunk. Their fingers were the last pieces to part as she closed her eyes and chased her own dreams, safe in the knowledge that, in those of her soulmate, she was being held tight.