Blake pulls her shirt over her head, and tugs the bow off her ears. She then takes Yang's hands and shoves her onto the bed. "You will." As she lowers herself onto Yang, Yang's eyes flutter close, and Blake feels her energy flare. She presses her core onto Yang's.

"Mmm-ahh-damn it, Blake," Yang mumbles in a rush as Blake rolls her hips into her. Yang tugs off her skirt and underwear in one try, so that there's nothing between them. Their skin is warm as it touches, the heat flooding through Yang. She pulls Blake's hips to her and Blake gasps. "Harder," Yang breathes as Blake arches into her again. Blake obliges, rubbing her center against Yang. Yang can feel herself climbing higher and higher and opens her eyes to see Blake is just as flushed as she is. She twines her hands behind Blake's head, pulling her to her for a kiss as their hips grind into each other.

Yang hears Blake gasp as she collapses against her. "I didn't know- that felt-" Blake murmurs, sounding contented. Yang tugs Blake's lips to her mouth again. Blake's tongue melds with Yang's and Yang releases the pressure in her core, feeling herself shake.

"You still planning on showing me how good that felt?" Yang says, her core starting to ache again as Blake lays on top of her.

Blake smirks. "Yes." She slides down Yang's body, licking lightly along one breast and then the other. She drags her teeth along the edges of them. Yang makes a sighing sound that almost sounds like a moan. Blake slowly brings her mouth lower, licking to her navel and then breathing against the trail her tongue has made. Yang shivers and reaches for Blake again.

Blake evades her grasp, brushing her thumb along Yang's hips. "Blake," Yang whines.

"I'm not being cruel," Blake says teasingly.

"I might be regretting saying that," Yang says, her hips bucking as Blake presses her thumb into a sensitive spot.

"Might?" Blake pulls herself back up to bite along Yang's ear. Her warm breath brushes the bite. "I'll have to do better than that." Her hand snakes down to Yang's center, sliding in easily. "You're dripping."

Yang just nods, not trusting herself to speak. Blake's finger enters slowly, pressing gently against Yang's g-spot. Yang rolls her hips against Blake's hand again and again, but can't seem to get enough pressure.

"Calm down, love." Blake brushes the hair out of Yang's face gently with her other hand. "Open your legs a little more and I'll be able to get to it better."

Yang obliges and Blake slides a second finger inside Yang. Yang groans. "You're fucking good at this."

Blake leans up to whisper, "Because I've done it to myself."

Yang lets out a gasp and starts to move against Blake again. Blake holds her steady and moves her fingers a little faster.

"Please." Yang sounds desperate, panting.

"Breathe," Blake instructs. As Yang takes a shuddering breath, Blake thrusts her fingers into her, rubbing circles inside of her. The ache inside Yang grows, but this time it feels pleasurable, not just painful. Blake rubs harder before she starts to flick her fingers inside of Yang.

"Yes, yes, there," Yang moans blissfully, grabbing ahold of Blake's fingers to keep them going.

Blake's hand is starting to ache, but she continues the motion until Yang shudders and releases, white liquid covering her hand.

"How'd I do?" she asks, looking at Yang.

It takes Yang a minute to respond. "Fantastically." She kisses Blake slowly, savoring the moment. She puts her arms around Blake, who rests her head against Yang's chest.