Sorry, again, for the lateness. :P

Blake continues to look at Yang as the blonde's eyes come to rest between her legs, corners of her mouth curling up as she watches the determination come to her expression. Her hand moves down to Blake's shorts and starts to tug them down a little bit. Her mouth finds a place a Blake's neck, kisses finding purchase at the soft skin she finds there. The dark-haired girl definitely seems to enjoy it, as she releases a contented hum soon after Yang starts.

Blake lifts her hips when Yang's hand can't tug her shorts down anymore, allowing her to neatly shift them off her body. It takes a bit of shimmying from Blake to get them down any further than that. But, they soon end up dropping to the floor and being kicked aside by Yang. Her eyes briefly glance down to see that her girlfriend's underwear is, indeed, grey.

"I told you they were grey." Blake purrs, leaning back on her hands as she glances down at the blonde girl. It prompts her to blush and another small laugh to slip from Blake's lips.

"Grey's in the same color scheme as black, so, I was kinda right. Y'know." She mumbles into Blake's neck as she presses closer. "So, you've got monochrome underwear."

"And, you have lemon yellow underwear. I think you've got me- Ah!" Blake suddenly makes quite a loud sound when she feels Yang's teeth nip at her neck, the blonde looking up with something of a smirk. The dark-haired girl's eyebrow slowly raises at the sight of this, though she has to admit she liked Yang being a touch more confident than she had been. She wanted Yang to be comfortable enough to do what she wanted, after all. It was only fair, seeing how Blake was already feeling quite comfortable with Yang.

It was… odd to think she actually found a relationship worthwhile. She shouldn't feel this comfortable already. She shouldn't be so ready to let herself be handled. Let herself be touched again. But, this was… truly different. When she looks down into those lilac eyes, she can see nothing but love in them. No sense of only looking out for herself… Yang clearly wanted her to feel good, as well, and wished to show her how she felt.

And, that in itself was something Blake was really able to get into. The mere fact that Yang wanted to reciprocate last night had surprised her. She hadn't let it show on her face for too long, but she really had been taken aback when Yang hadn't left or just rolled over to sleep.

She supposes that probably says something unfortunate about her, personally.

"What was that?"

"Hey, you bit me up last night, too." Yang says, tongue slipping out to slide along the spot she had just nipped. It makes Blake groan quietly in response, only serving to make Yang smile as she continues to slip her tongue along her neck. "An' you left marks, too..."

"I didn't hear you complaining."

"Are you?"

Blake gives a laugh. "I suppose it sounds an awful lot like I am, doesn't it? But, if there's anything I'm complaining about..."

Her arms slip down around Yang's body to pull her close. Yang's lips come to press more firmly to the skin of her neck. She's almost sure that she can feel the blonde's heart beating faster and faster… Or, maybe that was just her own. Regardless, she can't keep the smile off her face. It seems Yang just has that kind of impact on her. And, she's more than fine with that.

Her voice drops to a mere sultry purr. "It's that you're not doing it enough."

"You guys don't think this is a little weird? I mean… It's still pretty early for getting knocks on the door." Ruby says as she stuffs her hands into her sweatshirt, having made sure that Yang's arm was resting safely inside her backpack as they were walking. Yang would probably kill her if got it messed up. After all, it wasn't cheap by any means. "What if they're still asleep and we wake them up? I know I like sleep..."

Weiss glances back with a touch of a smirk. "Well, we can go back to the house, if you want. But, that would be an automatic forfeit. And, you know what happens if you lose the bet, don't you? Penny, you kept track of that, right? Not that I need help remembering, but as a second party?"

"Indeed! You both agreed that withdrawing before the bet is seen through would result in losing the bet overall. The bet will end when significant evidence to Yang and Blake being in a relationship is either visible to all parties or not present. Ruby will not lose the bet if there is no discernible evidence at that moment." Penny says, looking between the two girls with a cheery smile. "Quite fair terms, I must agree!"

Weiss gives a nod of affirmation. "Would you like to withdraw?"

"No!" Ruby says with a pout and a blush on cheeks, shaking her head quickly. "That's fine! I'll go down, then, since this is such a big thing. You'll see, though, Weiss. There's nothing going on between them that would be like that. They're just friends and that's it. Friends going through something weird."

"Well, engaging in sexual intercourse would certainly be an odd thing to go through, for friends..."

"Penny!"

"I am sorry! I was merely thinking aloud!" Penny replies, shaking her head lightly (though she's still giving a cheeky little smile).

With silence coming between all of them, the redhead takes a look around the streets. There's still many remnants of last night all around them from people who had been too tired to clean up their lawns. Plastic graves stick up from the ground with equally plastic skeletal hands keeping them company in the firm dirt, rendered hard by the cold. It'd probably be hard to get them up out of the ground again.

A few wicker chairs lay dormant on porches, long since unoccupied by the people who were sitting in them and handing out candy to merry trick-or-treaters. Some even still have bowls sitting in the seats, the only things that could even possibly be in them being bottom of the barrel types of candy. The kind of candy that every single kid found a mountain of in the bottom of the bag. Just… littering it like a nasty disease. She wrinkles her nose at the thought of those kinds of candy, her first experience with jawbreakers coming to her thoughts in particular.

They should be called 'toothbreakers', if they wanted to be accurate.

But, her favorite thing to see still out had to be the pumpkins. That had to be because they were one of the more personally artistic decorations that someone could put out for everyone to say. Even if they had to use a guide in order to make that 'perfect' pumpkin face, every single face was just slightly wonky or different. It was something you had to work at. Anyone could spend a bunch of money on decorations and plop them all in their yard. But, it took a true kind of determination to cram your hands inside a pumpkin and carve out a face. And, the original feeling of the artwork on some of them really made her smile.

She remembered that being her favorite part as a kid. Her family didn't really have enough money to go too crazy with loads of fancy decorations, but certainly had enough to get a few pumpkins. They would make a whole day out of it. They would carve up the pumpkins early in the morning. Each member of the family got a pumpkin and carved their own face into it, occasionally being helped with scooping out the guts. The guts were, in turn, put to good use in the most delicious of pies to be had for dessert later with a dollop of whipped cream.

Oh, look at that! Good job, Ruby! Tai, come over here and look at this!

She winces a little, hit by a small bit of melancholy.

They hadn't done in quite a while.

It was getting to be about that time again, wasn't it?

As usual, Yang would probably conveniently forget. Or, find a reason not to come. It didn't really bother Ruby. For as strong as she was inside and outside, Yang… didn't always handle things in the best of ways. She was… closed off to most people, in actuality. She had friends, yeah. And, was she outgoing and bold? You can bet your bottom she was. But, did she have anyone she really told things to?

Ruby didn't really think so.

Blake had been around during that time, though. She'd helped when it got really tough. So… She has to say, if there ever was a girl that Ruby would approve of, it would be her. She's starting to wonder if there might very well be something going on between them. It wouldn't surprise her nearly as much as she had stated. This 'bet' was mostly just in good fun, whether she won or not. Because, honestly, even if she didn't believe it could happen right now… Maybe it would help?

She jumps a bit when Penny suddenly starts speaking again, snapping out of her thoughts. When she finds that small tears have started to prickle at her eyes, she stealthily wipes them on her sleeve. "Did you know that the word 'pumpkin' originally came from the word 'pepon'? That simply means 'large melon' in the Greek language, which was then… Ruby? Are you okay?"

Ruby flushes a bit, Penny having looked over in her cheerful relaying of this fact to see Ruby's face still slightly reflecting the feelings washing around in her head. Of course, when Weiss hears the concern tinging Penny's voice, she looks back as well. The girl straight up stops walking to move back to Ruby, her brow furrowed a bit. Her eyes ask the same question as Penny.

"Guys, I'm fine, really. Just got… a bit nostalgic, y'know?" Ruby says with a small laugh, which is better for her mind. It was upsetting how little things could bring it all crashing back down on her. Things you wouldn't expect. Stupid things. Happy one moment; sad the next.

She feels a weight suddenly squish against her, Penny having come to her side to hug her closely. Weiss soon follows, wrapping her arms around Ruby's waist and pressing a gentle kiss to the smaller girl's forehead. "Do you… want to talk about it?"

Best girlfriends ever.

"Nah, it's too early..." Ruby says, leaning up to give Weiss a kiss right on the lips. Not forgetting Penny, she leans up on her tiptoes to smack a kiss right above Penny's chin. Just because bad feelings came, didn't mean she couldn't get over them with support. "Thanks, though. It means a lot. Really. And, besides..."

She gives a little smile to Weiss. "I still have to win that bet, don't I?"

Weiss rolls her eyes a touch. She seems to feel more comfortable getting back into it when she knows Ruby is really okay. "As if. I'm going to win and I think you know it."

"Do I? Penny, do you think I have a case, here?"

Penny is silent for a few moments longer. Her emerald eyes intelligently search Ruby's face, the girl always able to pick up on more than most. "I… think either of you could be correct. It is a down-the-middle chance for either of you to win this bet. But, that is what we shall find out soon, is it not? Blake's apartment building is only a block away, yes?"

"Yup! The one with the spooky landlord." Ruby says as they start walking again. "I've only been there a few times, myself. I don't really know how she lives there..."

"Well, she does have a job. Where she works, I'm not sure, but that apartment she has would have to be pretty cheap all things considered. It's pretty small and I'm fairly certain she may still use candles for lights in some of the rooms."

"Weiss..."

"What? I'm just speculating. Besides. You know Blake has candles. She loves the smell of them. I swear, she always smells like she rolled around in a lavender patch for an hour before coming to school."

Penny giggles. "I think she smells nice."

"I'm not saying she doesn't." Weiss replies. "Floral scents are quite appealing to the senses. We would have to look no further than our girlfriend to figure that one out, Miss Rose-who-smells-of-roses."

They make a few bits of idle chatter as they make their way down the block, soon coming up to the building that Blake lives in. It's fairly tall for what it is, with enough floors to need an elevator. While not nearly as creepy as the house they had entered yesterday, it did have a certain eeriness to it. Stepping into the small lobby doesn't really do much to alleviate that. There's a few light bulbs casting an almost sickly yellow light across a room that should be dim from the morning's lack of sun. It glints off the little mail slots to the other side of the room, inside the walls. A person or two mill around that area, checking through their mail.

There's a larger man sitting at a desk to the right and flipping through a newspaper. Ruby recognizes him from the last visit, being the one most visitors signed in with or at least checked up on. He seems to recognize her, as well. As, when she comes up, he just waves her along to get going.

Or, maybe he just wanted to get it over with. She wasn't sure. But, she wasn't going to complain. With that, she moves with her girlfriends to the elevator.

Time to see if there's any merit to Weiss' claims.

Yang was moving at a slow pace, which Blake understood made sense in the context of this being Yang's first time doing such a thing. But, she really thinks this is a bit too much. And, the worst part is… she thinks Yang knows it, too. Blake had thought this would be quick. She'd figured this was a fast thing with her on the counter and Yang diving in with inexperienced, yet quick motions. Sloppy, yet good. But, this was far from what she was getting.

No, Yang had slowly left hickeys all over her neck, chest, and shoulders. Soft red marks that she knew she would have to at least try and cover up. Nobody really needed to know exactly what she and Yang were up to. That had left her more than a little eager for release. But, when the blonde had finally slipped down between her legs and managed to get her underwear off… She had gone slow.

Very slow.

Much too slow.

Unbearably slow.

And, Blake was really about to explode if she didn't get some relief soon.

She shivers as Yang's tongue slips slowly along her labia, lips pressing together tightly as she stifles a grunt from the flicking of Yang's tongue off her clit. She can't believe how wet she is. She swears nothing has ever made her want release so badly before. The problem is that every time that she feels like she might be able to feel that, every time that she thinks Yang might be getting into a faster pace… Yang goes back to this. And, she isn't sure if that's purposeful or not. Every touch feels good. Really good. But, she's been wound up so very tightly. "Ngh. Yang… I think..."

"That you're making a puddle on your clean counter?" Yang asks with a cheeky smile, another lick straight off her clit making her toes curl up in pleasure.

Blake's face screws up and her hands grip the counter tightly. "Well, yes. But, I was going to say that if you didn't… ah... start moving faster, now, I am going to jump of this counter and...m… mm... attack you..."

Yang smiles as she hears her girlfriend moaning through her words, her tongue purposely gliding over spots she was finding to be sensitive whenever Blake tried to talk. She really thinks that doing this is the only thing keeping her from freaking out right now. The fact that she was doing well enough to draw these reactions from the other girl. "A-Attack me? What do you mean?"

"I think you know exactly what I mean, Yang. But, that won't matter in a minute." Blake murmurs, finally doing something she had been putting off for the sake of it being the blonde's first experience. But, if this was going to be a game to be played… Her legs, once spread out, suddenly come in close to wrap around Yang head and squish the blonde's mouth closer to her needy center. She searches Yang's face afterward to make sure this is still okay, smiling a little bit when she sees her girlfriend blushing. She can't help the small, almost purring sound that escapes from her lips at seeing that. She can't help but add one more thing, both because she wants it and because it makes the girl's face light up. "Now. Inside. I want you inside. Don't go slow… please."

The lust pouring through Blake's words makes Yang gently rub her own thighs together a touch. She'd really gotten Blake worked up, hadn't she? It takes her a moment to actually move her tongue forward. With her mouth flush to Blake's crotch and the girl incredibly slick from the last half hour or so, her tongue finds it's way inside of her girlfriend. She moans against her when she instinctively tightens around her probing tongue as it starts drifting against hot and silky flesh. She only keeps the slow pace for as long as it takes to get her bearings.

It doesn't take long for her to start quickly, and messily, lapping her tongue along her walls. As inexperienced and clumsy as it was, she blushes brighter when she hears Blake gasp softly… then release a surprisingly loud moan of utter bliss. Wow, that…

Blake was really loud.

Like, louder than herself on her first time loud.

She wonders if that was the result of the maddening teasing that has screwed her up to the most tightened of springs or if she's always this vocal. All she knows is that hearing Blake react is already resulting in her own amount of slickness between her legs. But…

No time to worry about that!

Really driving her tongue in and out makes Blake wrap her legs all the tighter around Yang's head, her hips giving short, quick rolls against her face. Soft, lewd slurps meet both their ears, but seem to really turn Blake on. "A-Ah~! Yang… fuck… right there!"

When she glances up, she can't exactly see all of Blake's face. But, she can see that Blake's head is cast back and her eyes are very likely closed. She was going to have to do this in a place that didn't have a height difference, next time. And, there was going to be a next time. Especially if she can always make Blake feel this good.

She's really starting to get more precise with the laps of her tongue when a sudden ringing of the buzzer outside Blake's door rings out obnoxiously. She swears she hears the girl groan in anguish. Of course, that could have just been a groan for another reason. A connoisseur of mid-sex groans and their meanings, she was not. Groans were groans.

She expects that she'll have to stop, starting to slow her tongue down… only for Blake's legs to tighten around her head.

"No..." She pants, her tone almost desperate. "Who… whoever they are, they can wait. I don't care if it's a neighbor or… Whatever it is, there's a thing called patience and they can have some! I'm really close, I... Just… do it quickly."

Weiss screws her face up as she receives no answer from Blake's door. She casts her eyes over to Ruby and Penny. "Oh, come on. They're not answering the door. Proof enough. I have this in the bag."

Penny shakes her head. "We have to have more physical evidence than that, Weiss. They could merely be oversleeping. And, saying that they were in a sexual relationship just because they slept in late would be highly circumstantial evidence. We will have to wait until we can see."

Weiss, who has been leaning close to the door since Penny started talking, suddenly jolts back with a bright blush on her face.

"Weiss? What's wrong?" Ruby asks, tilting her head a bit in confusion.

"I definitely heard a very loud moan in there! Are they still having sex? It's, like, five in the morning!" Weiss says insistently, pointing at the door. The other two, who had been far enough away to not hear a thing, just shrug. Ruby even smiles a little bit, a confident raise of her eyebrow completing her very sure expression.

"Okay, Weiss, now you're just making stuff up to try and psyche me out. If we're going to be using claims as evidence, then we might as well-" She says, only to be interrupted when the door unlocks and opens a touch. Through what's there, she can see Blake. But, not just Blake.

Blake in a hastily thrown-on robe.

A very sweaty Blake in a hastily thrown-on robe.

A very sweaty Blake in a hastily thrown-on robe, with hickeys all over her neck and the bits of her exposed chest.

Weiss slowly brings a hand in front of Penny's eyes, Ruby just staring at Blake with immense shock. Blake blinks slowly. There's a long beat of silence, every single person at this door now aware of exactly what's happening and what has happened.

Blake's mouth slowly opens. "Um..."