Prompt. Yang is a virgin and Blake is decidedly not. Bumbleby. Comforting. Mild suggestive themes. (Not smut)

Their kiss was getting deeper, their hands moving faster. Blake towered over Yang, her quick hands roaming over the blonde's body, hastily undoing the buttons of her shirt. Yang usually topped, but Blake was insistent on being in control. Of course, Yang didn't mind one bit.

She was laid down by the feisty raven-haired beauty, feeling her bare lower back rub against the leather seat. Blake already had her shirt off, leaving just her jeans and black laced bra. Making out in the backseat of Yang's car was a weekly thing as of late, and they lasted longer and longer each time. The brawler could sense that her girlfriend had been holding back the past couple times, but little did she know, Blake had planned to take it further tonight.

Finally Yang's shirt was removed and thrown somewhere towards the front seat. She felt soft hands lightly trace her sides and obliques, slowly making their way down to the rim of Yang's pants. Their lips crashed together over and over, soft and low moans escaping their mouths. Yang could feel her body temperature rising and Blake's cool touch did nothing to relieve the heat, but they felt really nice anyway. The blonde's face became even hotter when she heard the sounds of her belt coming undone and her jeans being unzipped.

"Blake..." She gasped between kisses. She felt her lower garments slipping off. "Blake, hold on."

Immediately Blake stopped, pulling her face and hands away. They stared into each others eyes as they caught their breath. "Sorry. Was your hair pulled again?" Blake asked.

"No, it wasn't. But..." She pulled her pants back up to cover herself. "I'm... not ready. Not yet."

Blake's eyes widened in realization. "Oh, Yang I'm sorry. I should've asked or slowed down or... " She tried to move away from Yang but a strong hand pulled her back. Long arms wrapped around the faunus's neck, gently pulling her close enough for their foreheads to touch.

"Blake, please, it's fine. You stopped when I asked you to. You did nothing wrong."

The faunus sighed, feeling terrible. As a ninja, she usually excelled at patience and waiting, but with Yang it seemed like an entirely different story. "I'm sorry," She said again, closing her eyes. "I just... want you, Yang. Really bad."

The blonde smirked. "I'm that irresistible, huh?"

Blake's eyes opened and she couldn't help but smile at the comment. "Of course."

Yang placed her fingers under Blake's chin, lifting her head up so she could look into those beautiful amber orbs. "I want you too, Blake. You will be my first."

"But you won't be mine," Blake said with another sigh, looking down. "You know who I was with before you."

"Yeah, I know. But hey," Yang lifted Blake's head slightly to lock eyes again. "I'll be your first girl. And your best." She winked.

Blake nodded, appreciating what her girlfriend was trying to do. "Yeah," She leaned in and softly kissed on the brawlers lips and then her cheek. Her hands moved to Yang's thighs, gently rubbing them.

"I love you, Blake." The blonde breathed, her heart starting to race again. She ran her hands through ebony locks and pulled Blake in for another kiss, deeper this time.

Blake responded with a moan and her hands rushed up to Yang's exposed stomach, lightly grazing over her abs. Their kisses, moans and touches continued for hours, before they realized they needed to head back home. Yang humorously attempted to fix her hair as she drove. Blake looked over a few times and smiled to herself. As hard as it was, she will wait for Yang. Though she had a feeling that maybe she didn't have to wait much longer.