Yang dove face first into the sand, narrowly avoiding the Death Stalker's tail strike. The Grimm reared up on its hind legs, razor sharp pincers ready to snap at the blonde's wrists which were up and extended, shooting round after round into its hissing mouth. Then suddenly, the eight glowing red eyes went black, as the Death Stalker fell over dead.

Blake stood triumphantly with her heel at its neck, sheathing Gambol Shroud on her back. The Grimm began evaporating when she gracefully leapt off in one flip, landing on the sand.

"Nice one, Blakey!" Yang said.

Blake smiled at Yang, striding over to check her for injuries. Satisfied after her examination, she grasped Yang's face with soft hands and pulled her into a long, deep kiss.

"Ugh, get a room!" Weiss exclaimed as she clambered over the sand dune. She was smiling when she said it though.

Blake shot her an unconcerned glance before turning back and pecking Yang several more times on the lips. The blonde just grinned like a love-struck fool the entire time.

Weiss shook her head in mock-exasperation. Those two still had it bad for one another. She remembered the first time she saw them kiss at the train station in Atlas, two years ago.

Yang and Blake stepped off the train with their luggage in tow and content smiles on their faces.

"Guys!" Ruby said, running up to meet them.

"Ruby!" Yang set down her yellow duffel bag and wrapped her in a hug. "I missed you, sis."

Weiss turned to the raven-haired faunus and touched her arm. "How are you, Blake?"

"Good. It was a long train ride but we made it here in one piece."

"Ooo, I can't wait to show you the Atlas academy, it's so cool! The technology they have here is amazing!"

"Lead the way, Rubes."

Yang was about to pick up her bag but Blake got there first, opting to carry it for her. She smiled and gave Blake a brief kiss on the lips in thanks. After a few weeks of being alone together, it was like second nature, Yang didn't even think about it until she saw Ruby and Weiss's flabbergasted expressions.

"When did that happen?" Weiss asked, her mouth still hanging open in shock.

Yang shrugged. "We worked things out," she said with a touch of bashfulness. "I love her and she loves me… Aaand that's all that matters."

Blake nodded, a small beautiful smile gracing her features. She held Yang's hand, flesh and metal fingers laced together, and they walked forward together.

Blake discreetly leaned in towards her partner as they were walking back to the Vacuan town. "I'm totally going to fuck you senseless when we get to the room later," she whispered into Yang's ear.

"Oh? Is that a threat?"

"It's a promise," Blake said, not missing a beat.

"We'll you better make good on that Belladonna or I'll…"

Blake's eyes widened as Yang whispered into her ear. She went red right from her neck to the tips of her human ears. Dammit Yang! In the rare times she initiated dirty talk, Yang always managed to be the one to get her flustered.

Yang winked and walked ahead of her, leaving Blake standing in place for one long moment.

Blake ended up keeping her promise later that day at the inn.

Yang bit her knuckle as Blake fucked her steadily into the sheets without a shred of mercy.

Blake shifted her position, pressing her front along Yang's back. She clasped her hand and gently pulled it away.

"I want to hear you…" she said, kissing the side of her sweat slicked neck.

Yang shut her eyes and groaned.

Blake continued with her rough pace until she felt Yang's inner walls clamping down hard on her thrusting fingers. With surprising strength, Blake flipped her over, holding Yang's hips down and still as she lapped along the length of her with firm broad strokes until she came over and over into her mouth.

Blake sat back on her heels, her chin dripping wet, smirking as she admired her handiwork. Yang was reduced to a quivering mess and she took no small amount of pride for being the cause of it.

She didn't expect however, for Yang to regain her second wind so quickly when she grabbed her ass and yanked her forward to a straddling position over her face. Blake just barely had enough time to grab the headboard to maintain her balance, breath quickening in anticipation as she watched the corners of Yang's mouth curl into a predatory smile.

"My turn," Yang said, staring up at her with smoldering red eyes.

An hour later, they laid awake contentedly together, skin tacky with perspiration as they let the air conditioning draft over their naked bodies.

Blake absentmindedly stroked Yang's hair as the blonde rested her head against her chest, lips puckering against her collarbone. The fingers of her other hand went over the bumps and ridges of Yang's left set of ribs, two of them never quite healing as straight as the others.

"What are you thinking?" Yang asked.

Blake sighed. She knew she was being silly. It had been almost two and half years since it happened but the memories of Yang in the hospital broken and beaten were still fresh.

"I'm thinking about how lucky I am to have you," she answered honestly.

Yang sat up a little straighter and laced their fingers together, bringing them up to her lips to press a kiss to the back of Blake's knuckles.

"I'm sorry I put you through that."

"Hey…" Blake said, cupping Yang's cheek so she was looking at her. "No more apologies, remember?"

They were quiet for a moment, Yang staring off into space.

"What are you thinking?" Blake asked.

"I was just thinking about Winter."

Blake bristled at the mention of her name. The hand stroking Yang's skin went still, her spine stiffened up. Winter was still a sore subject for her.

"Not like that," Yang affirmed. "I was just thinking that if Winter and I hadn't trained together, I would have been a goner in that basement for sure."

"She was going to leave you there. She didn't send in the army to help," Blake pointed out.

"I know." They had talked about this at length before. "She had her reasons. We weren't…" Yang paused, looking for right word. "Her and I weren't serious or anything like that. I still feel grateful that she helped me."

Blake was silent for a long moment as she stared down at her middle finger, picking at a stubborn hang nail. "I'm glad she was there for you," she finally admitted, adding in her head; when I couldn't be. "We'll send her a fruit basket when we're married."

Yang snorted. "Don't be mean, Blake."

Yang brought her left hand up and looked at the gold engagement ring with a sparkling black diamond adorning her finger in the lamp light. Blake had proposed to her three months ago. "About that, are you sure you want to have the wedding in Menagerie?"

Blake turned to look at her. "Yes. Why? Are you having second thoughts?"

"Of course not! It's just… Would the faunus there have an issue with the daughter of the Chieftain marrying a human? I don't want to cause any problems for you and your family."

"Oh Yang…" This was the Yang she fell in love with, selfless to a fault, warm and giving. She took her into her arms and kissed her, really kissed her, trying to convey all the love she felt for her.

They were breathless when she pulled away.

"You're mine and I'm yours… I want everyone to know," Blake said looking into her eyes. "Besides, if anyone has a problem, they can go fuck themselves."

Yang chuckled. She always found it incredibly sexy when Blake swore. She was definitely rubbing off on her.

"Okay, Blake," Yang said, leaning in for another long kiss. She smiled brightly. "Okay…"

Final Author Notes:

And there it is! Thanks everyone for staying on the angst train for so long, hopefully the ending was worth it.

I think I might have turned off some of my hardcore bumbleby readers because *gasp* I paired Yang with Winter in this fic, blasphemy! Ok so let me explain myself a little bit more. This is going to be a long ramble so feel free to skip to the last paragraph if you are not interested.

The idea for this fic came at the end of RWBY Volume 4. I was pretty disappointed with the volume as a whole but in particular, Blake. I didn't understand how she could act so unaffected, going about her business in her parents' fancy house, angry and defiant like nothing happened. And okay, maybe it was a stylistic/directional choice to keep her inner feelings hidden but it really seemed like she wasn't thinking about Yang very much or at all. And that last scene with her, holding up the old White Fang flag and looking fondly at Sun… Yeah, I was mad at canon Blake.

My favourite scene from that whole volume was Yang leaning with her foot against the wall while she was on the boat to Mistral. It was so good to see her looking beautiful, cool and confident again, and it got me thinking, if Blake couldn't treat her right, then someone else definitely would. Like who wouldn't jump at the chance? Yang is solid gold!

And during my many many fanfiction readings, I had read quite a few bumbleby fics where Yang pines for Blake, and is jealous of Sun. I was thinking, why does Yang have to be the one to suffer all the time? I wanted to flip that scenario on its head, pair her someone else, and explore the jealous feelings on Blake's end.

And that's how this fic got started. Right after Volume 4 probably would have been a better time for this fic to come out, but I was too busy finishing 'More than Meets the Eye' to work on it. Then when I finally got started, I got some pretty bad writer's block after chapter 3 and I was getting so tired from my day job that I had no energy left to do any writing at the end of the day.

I took a long break from my tumblr, fanfiction and bumbleby. I didn't do or check anything at all for 4 whole months. But hey, I regained my energy after that and came back! I got over my writer's block by remembering the scenes I really wanted to write; like Blake walking in on them, Sun saying "You love her, don't you?", Blake/Winter stare down, and of course, them being finally together and Blake making love to Yang. I accepted that the chapter that I was stuck-on was not going to be perfect or exactly the way I wanted it so I could move on to other chapters.

Anyways I'm happy, it's always immensely satisfying to have a jumbled mess of random ideas and moments become a real completed story with a logical flow and an emotional impact. I was tough on Blake, and I had a secondary pairing, but I still think it is a true bumbleby story, through and through. There was so much hurt and pain because there was so much love there to begin with. Oh boy, I am talking too much, time to wrap this up.

Thank you ALL for reading, especially those of you who took the time to leave a review. Us fanfic writers put in a lot of time and effort to create a half-decent stories and all we ask is for some feedback to help keep us going. Special thanks to jonj1762, Luckenzio, Glare-TLock from FFnet and Fiangie, LazyKatie from AO3 for all the consistent, encouraging reviews! I checked my inbox compulsively for any new comments, and they always brightened my day.

What's next for me? You'll probably see me again. I got a couple AUs in the works, bumbleby centric of course. I came out with a one-shot this week, 'Let Me Show You' it is Scenario A: Angel of Kindness-Yang instead of Angry-Yang which is Scenario B, and you know what? It was way more heartbreaking to write a kind accepting Yang than the angry yelling one.

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