So this is what happens when I have writers block, and then binge read romance stories.

Huh.

No idea how quickly updates will come for this.

Blake

I listen to the song of the birds around me, each singing their own tune, all different, but equal. The sun shines on my skin, warming me down to my bones. I pull on the sleeve of my shirt, wishing somewhat that I had worn something thinner. No clouds mar the brilliant blue sky, allowing me to appreciate it in all its splendor. Bright, luscious grass tickles my feet, poking in through the cracks in my sandals. I take in a deep breath, enjoying the feeling of cool spring air, rushing into my throat. A brilliant blue lake sits in front of me, stretching as far as I can see. A small stream feeds into it, bubbling water through rocks and twigs. A bench provides me a welcome spot to sit down, and I take the chance to look around the clearing. Trees flank the sides, with the only pathway in behind me, covered by a thin layer of tree branches.

I check the time on my watch, and frown. They should be here by now; it's almost seven. Soon it'll be time for school, and we won't get a chance to do this until tomorrow. I lower my arm and start to pace, frightening thoughts clouding my head. What if there was an accident? Should I be calling the local hospitals, asking if anyone's in surgery, or worse? My arms are across my chest, and I send nervous glances towards the small path leading in.

I'm so focused on it, that I don't notice the noises behind me until my vision goes black. Over my eyes, I can feel warm flesh, roughened by many years of sports.

A body pushes against my own, and my "attacker" speaks in a familiar teasing voice. "Guess who?"

I turn myself around, removing the impromptu blindness from my eyes. I'm greeted by two purple eyes, shining with mischief and joy. Bright, yellow locks fall down, brushing against my nose. She smiles, showing every single brilliantly white teeth she owns. "Hey."

My lips curve upwards, and I feel my heart speed up to nearly impossible levels. Slowly, savoring every sight, every smell, every sound as I do so, I lift my hands up to her shoulders, and set them down, gently. "Hey."

Her grin, if it's possible, grows even wider, showing even more of her teeth, and now a bit of her gums. Warm milk and chilled water runs through my veins, and it's all I can do to keep myself standing. Her arms thread around my waist, and I feel her fingers dig into my back. Suddenly, she pulls me in, my feet nearly tripping over themselves, and she lowers her lips to mine.

Sweet, sweet strawberry flows from her, filling my mouth with her wonderful flavour. Lilac shampoo, mixed with the scent of sweat and my perfume mix together, forming something that I can only describe as us. Our lips pull apart, gasping for air, only to mash themselves together again. The air feels warm and wonderful against my skin, and for that brief moment, I think that nothing could make this moment better.

Then I feel her hands drift downwards, and suddenly I'm no longer so sure.

"I think that one's a dog."

"No, that's a cat," I insist, turning my neck to look at my girlfriend. We're lying side by side on a blanket Yang had the foresight to bring, hidden from sight by a rather large collection of bushes. Small piles of our clothing, minus my shirt and her bra, are bunched up at our feet, hastily removed earlier, and neither of us had the care to put them back on.

Yang giggles, and brushes her hand over my breast and down to my stomach. "You always think it's a cat." Her other arm worms under my back, and with a quiet yelp, I'm on top of her. Her arms wrap around my middle, and she nuzzles her head into my neck. I close my eyes and sigh happily, perfectly content in her grip.

"So… last year…" Yang whispers into my ear, her breath tickling my skin. "You planning on sticking around?"

I nod. "I need to actually graduate to get into university, you know."

Yang purrs, and it's all I can do to keep myself from flipping over and kissing her again. "Oh, I know." Even though I'm turned away, I know perfectly what kind of mischievous look she has on her face. "Guess not everyone has spotters begging them to joint their teams."

I lightly slap her arm, not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to get her attention. "Stop it," I rebuke, rolling my eyes. "I swear, one of these days you won't be able to fit that head into that helmet you love so much."

She gasps in mock distress. "Oh, well that won't do, will it?" Her lips meet the length of my neck, soft and sensual, sending my pulse into its own private dance party. "Guess I'll have to get my favorite little vacuum and suck it all away…"

My eyes roll again, but I turn myself over and kiss her again, hard and long. I feel her arms running down my side, and it's a struggle to pull away. "There," I whisper. "All better."

Yang laughs, and pulls me down, lying me right next to her. Her arm is snaked around my neck and onto my shoulder, and she cranes her neck so she can bury her nose in my hair.

"Have you figured out which one you want to go to?" Yang asks, her voice a steady rumble in her chest. I bite my lip and turn away. A gentle touch brushes down my arm. "Hey, it's okay. I'm not trying to pressure you."

"I know," I say, and I mean it. A smirk comes to my lips; Yang could never pressure me anyways. "I'm just…" I press my forehead against her arm, bathing in her warmth. "I like it here; I really, really do…"

"—But Beacon doesn't have a great English program." She grabs my head and places a kiss on my hair. "I get it."

I smile, and turn my head so I can look at the sky, resting it on her arm. A big, fluffy cloud blots out the sun, turning our private spot dark and cool. I shuffle closer to Yang, seeking the warmth she pumps out.

"You already have it all planned out," I say quietly. "You've got a scholarship at Beacon, something to study, maybe even a job."

Her finger traces down the side of my head, ending at the base of my neck. She plants a quick kiss to my hair and grins.

"And I'd give it all up for you," she says, and I know she means every word. I twist myself around, capturing her lips with my own, holding her down until my lungs are screaming for fresh air.

We pull apart, and set ourselves so that we're laying side by side, staring at each other, the clouds above forgotten. I entwine my fingers with her own, and stare into her deep purple eyes. Slowly, my gaze follows the curves of her well-trained body, the bruises, the tone of her stomach, and the rippling of muscles under my hand.

"You shouldn't have to," I whisper, and Yang's gaze turns dark. I know I've broken one of the fundamental rules of our meetings out here, but it's something I need to talk to her about. "I don't want to… to ruin your life, not over me."

She brings our hands up, and kisses my knuckles. "How could you ruin anything?"

I shut my eyes, tears falling out of the corners. "No one will let you compete if… if they know about us. I don't… I don't want to cost you your dream."

She smiles, shining those flawless teeth so brightly I can't help but grin along with her. Her hands drift from in-between us and to my head, slowly bringing the two of us closer. Our foreheads meet, and she starts brushing the hair along the side of my head, gazing into my eyes like there's nothing else in the world.

"You are my dream."