A/N: I know I marked this as complete, but when I tried to write a new story, I realized it was infuriatingly similar to how this went, so I decided to toss this in as a new chapter. I hope you all enjoy!

Blake sighed happily as the hot water of the shower hit her skin. It had been a long day in the field, but now she and the rest of team RWBY had a three-day weekend. The faunus girl planned to use it to catch up on some reading; she'd had to give up some of her free time to focus on homework lately. She knew the staff were forcing a more intense curriculum on their students in preparation for the upcoming Vytal Festival Tournament, so she accepted it without complaint.

Blake washed and conditioned her hair, humming a tune to herself softly. Her humming faltered when her sensitive ears heard the door to the dorm open. She noted only one set of footsteps, Yang's, and wondered why the brawler had returned alone. She shrugged it off; if it had been urgent,Yang would have been running and, if she knew her partner at all, shouting loud enough to be heard in Vacuo.

Blake finished her shower at a leisurely pace, relishing the way the hot water massaged her sore muscles after a particularly tough field exercise. She finally exited the shower regretfully, toweling off and leaving her hair to air dry. Hair dryers tickled her ears in a way that was far from comfortable. As Blake was putting on some casual wear (black jeans; a wide, studded belt Weiss had given her as an apology for a row a few weeks ago; and a white tee-shirt that fit a little more snugly than she remembered), she heard an aggravated sigh from the dorm, followed by a loud thud that could only be Yang punching something solid.

Blake stepped out of the bathroom, still fussing with the tight shirt. She smiled at Yang, who was sitting on her bed, glaring daggers at her dresser while nursing a stubbed toe. "Think you're so tough just cause my aura's worn down after training, stupid hunk of junk, I oughta use you for firewood," she grumbled darkly. Blake fought back a laugh.

"Hey Yang," she greeted the annoyed blond. Yang turned a grin on Blake and returned the greeting cheerily. Blake guessed she was over the dresser's betrayal. "Where are Ruby and Weiss?" Blake asked.

Yang rolled her eyes. "Apparently, Weiss has some fancy-shmancy ball to attend tomorrow night and she asked Ruby if she wanted to come. Ruby didn't really want to, but Weiss didn't want to be alone with all the snobs, so she agreed to go. It's out of town, so they caught a flight and are staying in some expensive hotel." she explained.

"We faced a really tough challenge today," Blake said. "Weiss probably doesn't want to have to face yet another without back-up. And it's pretty easy to see why she picked Ruby. You or I would be disastrous at a fancy Schnee party. I mean, I'm a Faunus, and not just any Faunus; And you're... well, you just punched a dresser because you stubbed a toe." Blake said. She giggled as Yang crossed her arms and huffed, trying her best to look offended and failing miserably.

"Well, since it's just you and me tonight, we should hit up some of my favorite hangouts in the city!" suggested Yang. "We could go to Hangdog, you'd like it, great food, faunus-friendly, and they never ask for ID if you're looking for a stiff drink." Blake wasn't entirely sure that last thing was a selling point, but she had to admit, a drink sounded nice after the day she'd had.

"Alright, let's go." Blake said. She sprang off the bed to put on her socks and shoes. She chose simple black flats with golden accents. Yang wore her usual outfit, all that she ever needed to turn heads in a way that would make supermodels burn with envy. But Blake never felt plain next to her partner. She thought they made an excellent pair, the contrast between them highlighting each girl's beauty rather than either one outshining the other.

Several hours and many rounds of drinks later, Blake and Yang stumbled out of the bar, laughing uproariously. Their faces were flushed and their gait ungainly. Yang had drank at least twice as much as Blake, but they were both equally drunk. The blond had had plenty of experience with drinking in the past. The pair held onto each other, both seeking and providing support. "We should catch an airship back to Beacon," Yang slurred her words heavily.

Blake nodded her assent, and the two staggered along to the docking bay a few blocks away. They managed to get on a ship without incident. Yang sat down on one of the bench seats heavily, inadvertently dragging Blake with her, as the two were still holding onto each other. Blake ended up half in Yang's lap with both her arms wrapped around the blond's muscular form. The dark-haired girl's face became even more red. Yang grinned at her lecherously. "You know, Blakey, you look cute when you blush." she blurted. Blake quickly disentangled herself.

"Yang, you shouldn't hit on someone who's drunk," protested Blake. "Their inhibitions might be affected." Her words were no less slurred and clumsy than Yang's for all their wisdom.

Yang's grin only grew larger. "But if I'm drunk, too, that makes it okay, right?" she argued. "After all, my inhibitions could be affected just as much as yours- I mean, theirs." What inhibitions? Blake thought, but the words didn't seem to want to leave her mouth.

"But what if they had actual feelings for you, and didn't want just a one-night stand?" Blake managed. In her drunken state, she thought she was being terribly clever, and couldn't see that Yang saw right through her. Yang laid a clumsy, but gentle, hand on Blake's shoulder.

"If that's how it is, then we have something serious to talk about tomorrow." the brawler said with as much gravity as her drink-addled voice could convey. Blake swallowed. She had no idea what she had done wrong, but apparently Yang was upset with her for something. Maybe she didn't like that Blake had told her off for flirting? She hoped Yang hadn't gotten the wrong idea. Her fears were assuaged when Yang squeezed her hand reassuringly, holding on for just a moment longer than necessary.

The pair spent the rest of their trip back to their dorm in comfortable silence. When they finally arrived at their room, they stumbled in and fell into the same bed, not bothering to make sure it was either of theirs. They curled up together in a tangle of limbs and bedding and immediately slipped into unconsciousness.

Yang opened her eyes slowly, trying to remember what exactly she'd done to cause such a pounding headache. She remembered asking Blake if she wanted to go to Hangdog, her favorite drinking spot. After that, everything was still a bit fuzzy. She was pretty sure she and Blake had both gone through quite a few rounds of drinks, which would explain the hangover and memory loss. She vaguely remembered a conversation on the airship back to Beacon, something that had made her palms sweat and her heart pound, but what was it that was said?

She made to get out of the bed and stiffened. There was someone pressed against her body, someone with pale olive skin and long black hair. Yang had to suppress a yelp. Had she seriously had a drunken hook-up with Blake? No, she told herself, Blake has more self-respect than that. They must have just been too hammered to realize or care that they were getting into bed together.

Yang smiled down at the sleeping faunus cuddled up next to her. Blake looked so peaceful when she was sleeping, none of her normal fears and insecurities marring her soft features. Her chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm. It looked like Blake's bow had slipped off at one point. One of her ears would occasionally twitch adorably, and Yang had to force herself not to reach out and give Blake a little scratch. Yang racked her mind, trying her hardest to remember what had been said on that airship, but to no avail. Damn you, whiskey, she thought bitterly.

Blake shifted restlessly in her sleep, pressing herself tighter against Yang. Her head rested on the vivacious blond's shoulder, and one of her arms wrapped around Yang's waist. Her steady breathing tickled Yang's skin pleasantly. Cautiously, Yang reached out and tucked an errant strand of hair behind Blake's ear. She froze as the subtle movement seemed to disturb her partner. Blake's eyes fluttered open slowly, casting about confusedly for familiar surroundings.

Blake met Yang's lilac eyes with her own and sat up, quickly disengaging from the rather intimate position. Yang tried not to let the disappointment show on her face. She had enjoyed cuddling with Blake. The dark-haired girl looked like she was regretting the sudden movement; she clutched her head in both hands and made a wordless sound of pain.

"You should take it easy," Yang said, keeping her voice down for both of their heads. "After drinking as much as we both did last night, you'd have to be god-like not to have a hangover." Blake shot her a bewildered look. It seemed her memory was no clearer than Yang's.

"I don't remember much from last night," Blake said, her voice hoarse. She looked down at the bed they had shared. "Why...?" she trailed off before finishing her question. "Did we...?" she tried again, but still couldn't seem to find the right words.

"No," Yang said with certainty. "We respect each other too much to have hooked up when either of us was drunk." She decided not to mention that she didn't really know that for sure, since her memory was no better. Blake seemed relieved, and once again Yang tried to not let it show that she was a little hurt.

She put on a brave attempt at a smile and said "So, Blakey, we need to get rid of these hangovers before sis and the ice queen get back!" she declared. Blake nodded in agreement carefully. "I know just the thing: fast food and cheap coffee." The look she was treated to by her partner made her crack up. "It works, I swear." she promised, holding up her right hand solemnly. Blake cracked a smile of her own at the melodramatic gesture.

Blake rose from the bed and stretched languidly, her back to Yang. The blond admired the faunus' body, her eyes drinking in every detail. The look wasn't one of simple lust, though that was present in no small measure. Yang felt a genuine sense of adoration for her partner. Blake turned as her stretched ended, and their eyes met before Yang could put on a convincingly neutral face.

Both girls blushed and began stammering at the same time. "You first." Blake managed after a few awkward seconds.

"I was just gonna ask if you wanted to get changed and go get breakfast in town." Yang said. "I feel like I owe you after I dragged you to some dingy old bar and got you plastered." She smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of her neck.

"That sounds fine," Blake acquiesced. "But are you sure there's nothing bothering you other than getting me drunk? You didn't exactly force the drinks down my throat; I was more than willing to drink with you, so don't worry about it." She treated Yang to a searching gaze. Something was up, and she would get to the bottom of it.

Yang couldn't quite seem to meet her partner's eyes. "Well, the sharing a bed thing," she said in a rush. "I hope you don't think I was trying to-"

"It's fine." Blake cut her off. "Besides, you make a great heater." she joked. It wasn't like Yang to be so awkward about this sort of thing, so she decided to make an effort to be as nonchalant as possible about it.

Yang smiled. "Well, as long as you're okay with it," she said in a relieved tone. "And you're not too bad at cuddling yourself." Blake smiled as some of Yang's usual confidence and swagger returned.

Blake turned her back again. "I'm gonna hop in the shower, and then we can go for that breakfast." Yang called out an affirmative. Blake shut the bathroom door behind her and stripped off yesterday's clothes quickly. She waited impatiently for the water to heat up as she stood naked in the cold room. Beacon may have been an amazing place to learn to kill Grimm, but their heating system was straight out of the dark ages.

The water finally got hot, and Blake stepped into the shower. She pulled the curtain shut behind her. It was a simple curtain, meant more for keeping water from spilling everywhere than privacy. It was a clear plastic made to resemble frosted glass, so that one could see through it, but only vague shapes.

Blake heard a knock at the bathroom door as she was lathering up a wash cloth with body wash. "Yeah?" she said, raising her voice to be heard over the water.

"Can I come in there?" Yang asked. "I need to use the mirror for, like, five seconds." Blake knew Yang must really need the mirror; the awkwardness in her tone made it evident that she knew how uncomfortable the situation was.

"Y-yeah, okay," Blake responded. "Just let me unlock the door real quick." Blake stepped out onto the bathmat, rushed over to the door, and turned the lock. She scurried back into the shower before saying "It's open!"

Yang stepped through, studiously turning her head away from the shower. Blake stood stock-still, covering her breasts and genitals as best she could. Both girls were flushed a deep scarlet. Yang stood in the front of mirror and started to pull out makeup before stopping and glaring at the mirror, which was entirely fogged over. "Shit," she muttered. "Of course it's fogged over, you idiot." She hurried to the door, shouting an apology to Blake over her shoulder as she left.

Blake heaved a sigh of relief as Yang left. She uncovered herself gratefully and continued to wash up. As she washed the inside of her thigh, Blake felt a familiar warmth spread through her nether regions. She made a split-second decision, quickly rinsing off the soap. She sat with her back against the wall and spread her legs out in front of her.

Blake began to tease herself, rubbing a hand tantalizingly up one thigh and down the other. Her other hand kneaded her breasts softly. Her hand slowly transitioned from caressing her thigh to gently pulling on her neatly trimmed pubic hair. After a moment, she began rubbing at the outside of her sensitive slit. Blake grabbed a nipple with her other hand and pinched lightly at it. Her breath was quickening as her pleasure mounted.

Blake sped her soft caresses into a more insistent rubbing, focusing more on her clitoris now. Her hips began to buck as she neared completion. She tried to stifle her moans, but a few still slipped out. She hoped they would be too quiet for Yang to hear in the other room.

Blake felt herself react quite favorably at the thought of Yang overhearing her. She pictured Yang sitting just on the other side of the door, playing with herself to the sounds of Blake's pleasure. Blake's pace doubled, fueled by her fantasy.

She cried out as her orgasm arrived, a lone, wordless expression of ecstasy. He legs quivered uncontrollably, her hips bucking wildly. She was still in the throes of pleasure when the bathroom door burst off it hinges. Yang came storming in, her hands up as if ready for a fight. "Blake, are you okay?!" the overprotective blond shouted. She tore the shower curtain down with a single decisive motion. She froze in shock as she saw Blake on the floor, one hand working at her snatch, the other massaging a breast.

Blake made a sound akin to a hissing cat and covered her naked form as best she could. "Yang!" she said in a horrified tone. "I was just..." but a dozen excuses died on her lips. Yang knew what this was; there was no point in lying about it. Yang raised her hands in a placating gesture.

"So sorry, oh my god, I didn't realize, I thought you were in trouble!" The blond was blushing just as badly as Blake. She began to backpedal out of the room at a speed that Ruby would have been proud of. Yang awkwardly placed the door back in its frame, despite its inability to actually latch.

Blake sighed heavily. Her breathing was still quickened, but her arousal had gone. What would Yang think of her now? She knew the blond wasn't the sort to avoid talking about her sex life unless Ruby was around, but that was just talking. This was real, and it should have been a private moment. Blake was more than just embarrassed by what had happened, she was mortified. And yet...

She thought of the way Yang had looked at her when the busty girl had realized what her partner was doing. She hadn't looked disgusted, she had looked like she enjoyed what she saw. Blake stared at the demolished door in silent wonder as she began to dry herself. Not allowing herself time to quibble, she slipped into her lacy black undergarments, adding a black tank top and leaving the rest of her outfit on the counter.

Blake stepped out of the bathroom hesitantly. She spotted Yang trying very hard to look casual as she used her Scroll's front-facing camera as a mirror to apply makeup. "Yang," Blake said in as sultry a tone as she could manage, "I hope you enjoyed the show."

Yang turned to Blake and took in her appearance; her tight top and panties left very little to the imagination. Blake tried her best to look seductive and confident. At first she wasn't really sure if the arousal Yang had shown in the bathroom was real or imagined, but the lust in her eyes was unmistakable now, no matter how hard the blond bombshell tried to avert her gaze.

"Blake, listen, I didn't mean to walk in on you like that," Yang said, her eyes locked onto her partner's in an impressive show of willpower. Blake shrugged her shoulders in an exaggerated gesture. The movement caused her top to ride up, revealing even more skin. Yang glanced down at the exposed flesh before looking back into Blake's eyes.

"Yang, I don't mind that you saw," the dark-haired girl assured her partner. "In fact, I liked you seeing me like that." Blake took a step closer to Yang, their bodies mere centimeters apart. She looked up into those lilac eyes she adored so much and prayed she wasn't making a complete ass of her self.

Yang smiled cockily. "So," she said, no longer hiding her enjoyment of Blake's lithe form in the skimpy outfit. "You ready to have another go?" The blond waggled her eyebrows suggestively as she placed a hand on Blake's hip. The faunus girl leaned into her partner and gave her a deep kiss in answer.

The two girls kissed passionately, tongues dancing in and out of each other's mouths. Their bodies were pressed tightly against each other. Blake could feel Yang's ample breasts against her own. The blond's hands were rough with calluses and moved with the surety of someone who had done this many times before. She swiftly unclasped Blake's bra and removed both it and her shirt in one motion. Blake removed Yang's top with less ease, earning an encouraging smile from the taller girl as she fumbled.

They fell onto the nearest bed, once again not remotely concerned about whose it was. Their legs twined together as they returned to their heated embrace and desperate, hungry kisses. Yang slid one leg between Blake's thighs and began to grind it into Blake's crotch. The Faunus was happy to assist, and began moving her hips in kind.

As Blake rubbed herself vigorously on her partner's leg, Yang grabbed one of the dark-haired girl's hands and guided it towards her own nether regions. Blake got the message and started rubbing at Yang through her shorts, eliciting a small moan from the blond. They continued their heavy petting for several minutes, their pace gradually increasing as each girl came closer to orgasm.

Yang was the first to finish, her legs opening and closing wildly as she whispered ecstatic proclamations of pleasure to her lover. Blake slowly stopped her ministrations as Yang came down. They cuddled as the busty girl basked in the afterglow, her chest heaving. After a minute of recovery, Yang looked to her partner and said "Take those panties off. It's your turn." in a voice that made Blake shiver with anticipation. Both girls removed their remaining garments.

Yang lay on her back. "Climb on, cowgirl," she said with a wicked grin. Blake got on her knees, one on either side of Yang's head, her dripping slit positioned directly over her partner's face. She was facing forward, able to look down into Yang's eyes as the more experienced girl licked her slit from the bottom up, slowly dragging her tongue across the sensitive flesh. Blake thought she would cum right then as Yang gave her a look full of lust and promises of pleasure to come.

Yang spread open Blake's delicate folds, her tongue working slowly but steadily at her lover's honeypot. Blake moaned quietly as the blond ate her out methodically. She was taking her time, letting Blake's pleasure build, her pace steadily climbing bit by bit.

Soon, Yang was lapping hungrily at the faunus' core, one finger pistoning in and out. Blake was bucking her hips and giving Yang encouragement and instruction. "Yes, lick me there, that's good," she said as Yang's tongue found her clitoris. "Now move your finger faster, yes, like that." A long, low moan escaped her mouth as she reached her orgasm.

Yang's licking and fingering intensified, drawing out the experience for her partner as long as possible. The taste of Blake flooded her mouth, driving the blond to heights of arousal she had forgotten she could reach. The Faunus collapsed sideways onto the bed as her orgasm subsided. "Holy shit," she muttered. Yang smirked.

"Glad you enjoyed yourself, babe," she said with mock arrogance. The two girls cuddled as Blake enjoyed the afterglow. She rested her head on Yang's supple breasts, one hand wrapped around her lover, the other absently toying with her golden hair.

Blake turned her head to the side and pulled one of Yang's nipples into her mouth. The blond smiled and laid a hand on the back of Blake's head. Blake re-positioned herself so that she was on all fours above the busty girl. She brought one hand up to massage the other breast. Yang sighed appreciatively.

"That's nice, Blakey," she said contentedly. "Keep it up, and I'll be ready to go again in no time." Blake looked at the blond with a feral glee in her amber eyes. She intensified her ministrations, kneading at the ample breast more urgently before moving to the other and doing the same. Yang was moaning in earnest now; she was definitely ready for round two.

Blake licked, kissed, and nibbled her way down Yang's curvy body, marveling in her partner's gorgeous figure and silky skin. She reached Yang's bald mound and took a moment to simply admire her lover's slit. "Do you prefer fingers or tongues?" She asked, knowing her breath would tickle Yang's sensitive slit pleasantly.

"Fingers." Yang answered immediately. "I always cum so much harder that way." Blake nodded and slid one finger inside the blond. She began to crook her finger upwards in a "come here" motion as she moved in and out, brushing against Yang's g-spot tantalizingly. The blond was breathing heavily and letting out small squeals of pleasure every time Blake's finger slid in.

Blake moved her finger at a leisurely pace; she didn't need to simply hammer away at Yang to pleasure her. As her lover's hips lifted up off the bed, Blake got a view of her rear and was struck by sudden inspiration. "How do you feel about fingers in both holes?" Blake said hopefully.

"I'm so glad you asked first," Yang said, relieved. "Some people think I'm a weirdo, but I love DP as long as it's smaller stuff." Blake took the index finger of her free hand into her mouth, coating it generously in spit. Then she slowly pushed it into her partner's anus up to the first knuckle. The extremely tight hole clenched around her finger as Yang cried out in pleasure.

"That's it, don't stop!" she said. Blake pushed in more of her finger. She was up to the second knuckle now, and Yang was squirming delightedly. Egged on by her lover's obvious enjoyment, the faunus added a finger the blond's slick snatch as she put her finger all the way in Yang's back door.

The combined stimulation was too much for Yang to take for long. Her toned body was wracked with tremors as she orgasmed. Her holes clenched and unclenched wildly around Blake's fingers. Her body lifted off the bed, only her shoulders and feet remaining stationary. Yang grabbed a pillow and planted it over her face to muffle her cries of ecstasy.

After a minute of indescribable pleasure, Yang's body stopped shaking. Her holes loosened and stayed that way, and Blake finally removed her fingers. Yang wordlessly took Blake by the wrists. She licked the fingers on both hands clean. "Blake, that was..." she trailed off, apparently deciding words couldn't describe the experience. "Can we maybe make this a thing? Us, I mean, not just the sex. Although I hope we can do that again."

Blake nodded. "We can make both things happen." she said. "I was kind of thinking of asking you out anyway, before we both got completely wasted last night."

"Well, then, that settles it!" the blond declared happily, planting a loving kiss on Blake's forehead. "Now, how about we both clean up before my sister and the heiress walk in on us? I don't think we could fix that with sex." Blake laughed and agreed. The two lovers walked into the bathroom to shower and put on clean clothes before their teammates returned.