Dirty Little Secret - Chapter 6 (Patreon)

Yang didn’t have to open her eyes to know that she slept in.  The sun was already shining.  The air was already warm.  Even better - rather than the sound of traffic and coffee grinders in nearby apartments - there was blissful silence interrupted only by birds singing.

A soft rustle of sheets reminded her that she wasn’t alone.  Suddenly eager to wake up, she opened her eyes and turned to the side only for her heart to melt the moment she found Blake already awake and smiling at her.

“Good morning,” she mumbled, rubbing the sleep from her eyes so she could better see the beautiful woman lying beside her.

“Good morning.”  Smile growing, Blake reached over and lightly trailed her fingers down Yang’s arm.  “You’re so cute when you’re sleeping...”

Three seconds into the day and Blake already had Yang blushing.

“You’re, um -”  Sneaking a look at Blake, whose oversized t-shirt draped over her chest while the bedsheet covered the short shorts Yang knew she was wearing, Yang felt her blush deepen.  “Hot,” she concluded without a second thought.  “So hot,” she added when Blake laughed and scooted closer.

With Blake settling against her, her hand returned to Blake's side, playing with Blake’s shirt while Blake’s hand ran through her hair.  From there, Blake trailed her fingers along Yang’s cheek, neck, collar, gently touching everywhere as if she hadn’t already done so last night.  Yang’s heart responded to her soft touch and the affection in her eyes, beating faster and harder with every passing second.

“How’re you so hot so early?” Yang asked, her heart skipping several beats when Blake laughed against her.

“I have to be to deserve you.”

“Please,” Yang huffed.  “You’re way out of my league and you know it.”

“Excuse me?”

Looking affronted by the insinuation, Blake scoffed and shook her head.  Knowing Blake would never admit it out loud, Yang playfully nodded, drawing a stubborn frown, before leaning forward and kissing her neck.

Blake’s quiet gasp made Yang smile as her lips dusted across soft, tender skin.  She knew all of Blake’s most sensitive places and wasn’t above using them to her advantage.  After pressing a light kiss to one such spot right below Blake’s jaw, she took a deep breath and let it out in a long sigh that made Blake squirm.

Blake always smelled like heaven, and this morning was no different.  If given the chance, Yang would stay like this, trailing light kisses up and down Blake’s neck, forever.  But the way Blake clutched Yang’s back suggested that she hadn’t gotten everything she wanted from yesterday, and that knowledge reignited the heat in Yang’s veins.

“I’m not out of your league,” Blake finally argued, though her breath hitched as Yang’s lips moved closer to her ear.  “If anything...you’re out of mine...”

“Agree to disagree,” Yang whispered in Blake’s ear before pressing the lightest, quietest kisses there.  She would happily shower Blake in affection for the entire morning.  It didn’t have to go anywhere, though she knew it eventually would.  But for now, they could just be here, like this, subtly teasing each other and enjoying each other’s company.

These were the moments when she felt like Blake’s girlfriend.  And she loved feeling like Blake’s girlfriend.

“How’d you sleep?” Blake asked while gently rubbing Yang’s back.  Her quiet tone hinted that she also didn’t want the moment to end, so Yang sighed against her neck before adding two more featherlight kisses.

“Really well,” Yang murmured, feeling Blake’s pulse under her lips.  “You?”

“Same.  For what little sleep we got, at least.”

When Blake chuckled and ran her fingers through Yang’s hair, Yang gently pulled away and smiled down at her.

“We can catch up later.”

“Oh, I’m not complaining,” Blake replied, her stunning amber eyes drawing Yang in just as much as that whimsical smile.  “I’d give up sleep altogether if it meant waking up with you like this.”

“‘Like this?’”  After ghosting her lips across Blake’s, the lightest kiss she could possibly give, Yang pulled away and raised her brow.  “You mean when I don’t have to sneak out before your parents wake up?”

“I mean when it’s just the two of us,” Blake explained while moving so close that their noses brushed.  “No interruptions...nowhere to be...nothing to do…”

“Except each other,” Yang joked, smiling as Blake’s laugh brushed across her skin like a warm breeze.

“Exactly.  If I could wake up like this every morning, I’d die happy.”

Yang’s brow rose at the admission, which felt and sounded like genuine pining, but Blake sighed and rolled away.  Yang’s skin immediately protested the loss of warmth, however, so she followed Blake’s retreat.  Scooting over on the bed, she wrapped her arms around Blake’s stomach and gently pulled them together once more.

“Me too,” she admitted before nuzzling against Blake’s neck.  As far as she was concerned, very few things beat cuddling with Blake.  It was such an intimate feeling...with Blake’s back pressed to her chest and her arms gently clasped around Blake’s stomach.  Some days, if they lay like this long enough, it felt like they could meld into one.

“Does that mean we don’t work though?” Yang asked after several seconds.  “If we never have anywhere to be?”

“I guess we can work sometimes…”

Blake’s hands settled over Yang’s, but her musing suggested that her thoughts were elsewhere.  Yang had no problem giving Blake time to think about whatever it was.  She was content to lay here, basking in Blake’s warmth, and wait.

“Do you want to look at apartments with me today?” Blake eventually asked, ending that quiet moment by filling Yang with surprise.

“Really?”

“Unless that sounds boring,” Blake hurriedly added.  “I just thought...with your design eye, you’d probably see things I don’t.”

Yang considered pointing out that what she did translated very little to finding an apartment but ultimately decided not to.  Blake sounded reticent enough as it was - Yang didn’t want to make her think that she wouldn’t help.  She would absolutely help, but that didn’t make her any less surprised.

When Blake first mentioned the idea of moving, it sounded like a random musing between friends.  The more she mentioned it, however, the more it felt like a legitimate goal that she wanted to reach sooner rather than later.

“I’d love to help.”

Spending the day looking at apartments with Blake sounded like a dream.  Yang knew she would fantasize herself living there too, but that wouldn’t make her enjoy it any less.

“Honestly though, it’s hard to imagine you living anywhere else.”

Yang chuckled at the admission, but Blake’s responding sigh suggested that she accidentally struck a nerve.

“That’s the problem, isn’t it?”

Frowning at the dejected tone, Yang pulled away and prodded Blake onto her back so that she could read those warm amber eyes.  Unsure of what she might have just stumbled into, she chose her words carefully.

“How’s that a problem?  I just meant...you’ve lived here the whole time we’ve known each other.  It’d be like me moving - wouldn’t that feel weird to you too?”

After studying Yang for several seconds, reading her eyes as much as interpreting her words, Blake sighed again.

“I guess…”

Blake still looked relatively forlorn about the matter but, thankfully, reached for Yang’s hand.  The small gesture assured Yang that she hadn’t done anything wrong - a welcome relief as she waited for Blake to explain further.

“Sorry…sometimes, I just feel like...I can’t be my own person.  Like I’m tied to my parents in every way.”

“That’s not true...”

“It is, Yang.  The only reason I have my job is because of my dad.  I live in this big, fancy house because of my dad.  People pay attention to me because of my dad.  My entire life is because of my dad.  Sometimes, I just wish...”

When Blake closed her eyes and sighed rather than finish that sentence, Yang propped herself up on one elbow so she could see her that much better.

“What do you wish?” Yang asked while gently stroking Blake’s hair, hoping for a response but accepting that she might not get one.  At least Blake opened her eyes and, after thoughtfully watching Yang for several seconds, let a small smile tug at her lips.

“I wish I could be more like you.”

Caught so off guard by the response, Yang actually laughed.

“I’m serious,” Blake said while Yang got that reaction under control.  “You’re smart, driven, and know exactly what you want to do...who you want to be.”

“Sure.  I’ll have a normal, boring job and a normal, boring life.”

“Yang, you’re the only one who thinks that.”

The emphatic response stunned Yang into silence, but Blake quickly averted her gaze.  From that reaction, Yang assumed she said something wrong, but she didn’t know exactly what.  To her, that felt like stating the obvious.  But if Blake didn’t like hearing it…Yang wouldn’t say it and, someday, she would ask why.  For now, she leaned down and kissed Blake’s shoulder as a silent apology.

“Maybe we can figure out what you want to do,” she suggested once Blake’s gaze returned to her.  “What’re some things you’re interested in?”

Blake’s eyes lingered on her, making her heart flutter, before finally moving away.

“I...like helping people,” she began, her brow furrowing as she thought about it.  “And I want to make the world a better place, especially for people who can’t stand up for themselves…”

Two sentences in, and Yang had to smile.  Blake was her father’s daughter, through and through.

“That sounds like a great cause,” Yang prodded her.  “And there are lots of careers where you can help people.”

“But I don’t want to be in politics.  It’s awful and I can’t stand it.”

That was the most vehement disapproval for her father’s job that she had ever spoken, but Blake seemed to think nothing of it.  Instead, she furrowed her brow in thought.

“I want to help people...but I want to do it my way.  I just don’t know how or what that means yet...”

“But you’ll figure it out,” Yang assured her.  “And I might not be the best person for career advice, but you know I’ll help as much as I can.”

Yang couldn’t offer much more than her support, but Blake still smiled up at her.

“Thanks, Yang.”

“Of course.”  Relieved that Blake seemed back to normal, Yang grinned and kissed the palm of Blake’s hand.  “Can you imagine if you did go into politics though?  I’d be like...the skeleton in your closet.”

With Blake’s laughter lifting her spirits, Yang beamed and kissed the inside of Blake’s wrist next.

“I’m serious,” she murmured while trailing kisses higher along Blake’s arm.  “What’ll people think if they find out you slummed it up with me?”

“They’ll think I have impeccable taste.”

Yang’s brow rose, but Blake laughed before stealing a kiss.

“They will,” she repeated after laying back on the pillow.

Blake looked so certain about that answer that Yang didn’t bother arguing.  Instead, she smiled down at Blake while Blake’s fingers wove through her hair.  Realistically, strangers would probably be surprised to learn that the two of them had ever been together.  But to the people who knew them...maybe it made sense that they connected despite their backgrounds.  She hoped so, at least.

“Do you ever wonder what it’d be like…if my dad wasn’t the governor?”

The question took Yang by surprise, but she didn’t see the harm in answering truthfully.

“Sometimes, yeah.”

“Me too.”

“Really?”

“Really.”  Smart enough to pick up on Yang’s surprise, Blake offered a quick smile while her hand came to rest on Yang’s shoulder.  “Things would be so much easier that way...especially for us.”

Even without an explanation, Yang understood what Blake meant.  In that alternate universe, they wouldn’t be the Governor’s daughter and some no-name tagalong.  They might be closer to equals.  Although, Yang knew Blake would still be incredible even if her family lacked the official title and power.

What would that life be like?  Being so wrapped up in this one, it was impossible to say.  If they could be together whenever they wanted, would they have grown to know each other as well as they did now?  Would openly dating have made them tired of each other already?  Yang couldn’t imagine ever being tired of Blake, but she was resistant to the idea of giving up this life to try another.

“I wouldn’t want that,” she said, drawing Blake’s surprised gaze.

“You wouldn’t?”

“Nope.  Your dad’s an amazing guy, and he’s done some incredible things for Vale.  Besides, this life made you the way you are, and I really like you the way you are.”

“But if I had a regular family, maybe we could…you know...”

While Blake trailed her fingers down Yang’s arm, Yang smiled and scooted closer.

“What’s wrong with how things are now?”

The answer was intended to assure Blake that what they had was fine, but the flicker of disappointment in her eyes made Yang pause.  Before she could even think about what that emotion meant, it disappeared, leaving her uncertain that she had seen it in the first place.

“As long as you’re happy,” Blake replied.  “You’re happy, right?”

“I...am.  Are you?”

The next few seconds passed like a standoff, with Blake searching Yang’s eyes while Yang tried to hide her heart’s foolish wishes.  Thankfully, it wasn’t long before Blake relaxed into a smile.

“Right now?  Yes, very.”

Blake dodged the question, but Yang didn’t press.  Instead, she watched with growing interest as Blake drew little circles on her arm with one long, slender finger.

“I am happy,” Blake repeated, though it sounded more like reassurance for herself than for Yang.  “But sometimes I’m actually a little...jealous.  Of Weiss.”

“You’re thinking about Weiss right now?” Yang joked, but Blake didn’t laugh.  Instead, she shrugged and kept staring at her finger while tracing circles on Yang’s arm.  The lackluster response convinced Yang to drop the humor.

“What’re you jealous about?” she asked seriously this time.

“I don’t know…” Blake mused.  “How she can be with Ruby and not care what anyone says or thinks...”

Yang wanted to point out that it was Blake’s decision keeping them from that, but she didn’t.  She smiled instead.

“They’ve been together a long time, you know.  It wasn’t always like this.”

“I know, but...I’m just...jealous,” Blake repeated, still staring at her hand rather than meeting Yang’s gaze.  “And competitive…” she muttered under her breath.

Hearing that single word, Yang held back a laugh.  Now, she understood why Weiss was suddenly an issue - Blake just saw her and Ruby at Yang’s capstone event and had apparently dwelled on the interaction ever since.  As one of the most competitive people Yang knew - Weiss was the most competitive, hands down - Blake probably loathed the idea that Weiss was better than her at anything.  Even if ‘anything’ meant being in a relationship in public.

“If it makes you feel better, I think we’re better together than they are.”

Finally, Blake looked up.  Rather than amusement though, she had hope in her eyes.

“You think so?”

“Of course.”  Yang hadn’t expected to explain herself so scrambled for evidence to prove her claim.  “Sure, Weiss dotes on Ruby, and Ruby treats Weiss like the most precious, exciting thing in existence, but they don’t have the same chemistry we do.”

“Chemistry?”

“Yeah!  Like...when we’re together, the sparks just kind of fly, right?  Like we can’t get enough of each other.  Not just because we’re attracted to each other, but for something deeper.  I can’t explain it well, but I just feel it sometimes.”

Yang knew those feelings had a name.  Her heart reminded her of it while she watched Blake mull over the response, her warm, amber eyes determining if chemistry was enough of a ‘win.’

“Do you think they have sex as much as we do?” Blake eventually asked, a light smirk on her lips as Yang wrinkled her nose.

“I really, really try not to think about that.”

“But they live together.  They could do it every night if they wanted…”

“Blake, seriously, my ears are about to start bleeding.”

While Yang motioned to her ears, silently pleading for mercy, Blake smiled and pulled her into a kiss.  Feeling Blake’s lips on her own was enough to push all other thoughts out of her mind, especially when Blake’s hold of her shirt tightened.

“Guess we’ll have to make better use of our time,” Blake murmured against Yang’s lips.

“I can get on board with that…”

Blake hummed at the agreement before deepening the kiss, her lips taking over the conversation as they told Yang exactly what she wanted.  Which was a lot more talking with their bodies rather than their words.  That became all the more evident when Blake pushed Yang onto her back and rolled on top of her without breaking the kiss.  Long-simmering desire surged through Yang’s veins as Blake laid across her.  She couldn’t help but wrap her arms around Blake and pull her close, tracing Blake’s shoulder blades with her fingertips.

As much as Yang enjoyed having Blake beneath her, she loved having Blake on top of her even more.  Feeling Blake pressing everywhere, light and warm against her, made her craving soar.  Then there was the way Blake’s hands roamed wherever they damn well pleased...along Yang’s sides, through her hair, teasingly along her inner thigh...that felt like Blake was claiming everything she touched.

Yang was Blake’s.  Her heart said as much by responding to every graze of Blake’s fingertips across her skin, every greedy clutch at her sides and chest, and every gentle caress of her cheek.  Blake’s lips were equally possessive yet earnest, as if she wanted nothing more than to make Yang hers in a way the world could see.

With their lips locked and Blake’s hand on her chest, Yang would gladly take any mark Blake left.  Repercussions didn’t matter now, as they proved that chemistry was just the beginning of their connection.

When Blake’s lips suddenly broke away, Yang made a soft sound of protest at the sudden loss of contact.  Blake smirked at the noise as she sat up, her knees straddling Yang’s hips, and flipped her hair over her shoulders.  With a ravenous look in her eyes, she pressed her hands to Yang’s stomach before sliding them under Yang’s shirt.

“I’m going to need you to take this off,” she mused while dragging the fabric up.  Goosebumps rose along Yang’s arms as the cold air reached her exposed skin, but she still managed a cheeky smile at the request.

“Oh really?  On whose authority?”

“Mine.”

The commanding tone sent a bolt of desire between Yang’s legs, but she somehow prevented herself from immediately tearing off her shirt and all her other clothing.  As gratifying as it was to give in so their fun could continue, she knew how much Blake loved a little challenge.

“Doesn’t your family have a thing about leading by example?”

Blake’s brow furrowed at the response.  When Yang meaningfully nodded to her shirt, however, realization dawned in her eyes.

“God, you’re right.  We do.”

With a smirk settling on her lips, Blake pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it aside.  Suddenly blessed with a front-row view of Blake’s perfect, bare chest, Yang realized she might have overplayed her hand.

“Your turn.”

Leaning forward, Blake ran her hands under Yang’s shirt, touching as much skin as possible, before tugging it over Yang’s head and throwing it off the bed.  It hardly hit the floor before their lips collided - this kiss even hungrier as their bodies pressed together with nothing between them.  She could feel Blake’s breasts against hers just as much as she felt Blake’s hands roving up and down her sides.  As a soft moan escaped her, the kiss seamlessly deepened, their lips parting and their tongues effortlessly slipping into each others’ mouths.

Yang wasted no time pulling Blake closer, tracing the divots and lines of muscle in Blake’s back while Blake moved against her.  When Blake started kissing Yang’s neck, Yang drew in a sharp breath before letting it out in a low moan.  Her body didn’t feel like hers with how it responded to Blake, doing everything Blake wanted without Blake saying a word.

Tilting her head to the side, exposing her neck even more, she sucked in another breath when Blake’s teeth grazed her skin.  She wanted Blake to do that again, harder this time, but Blake had already licked the brief pain away and returned to kissing every inch of skin she could find.  While Blake did that, Yang glanced down only for her desire to swell at what she saw.  Blake Belladonna, naked from the waist up, her chest and shoulders and back exposed while she hovered over Yang, kissing Yang’s neck as if she couldn’t get enough.

“God, you’re gorgeous...” Yang sighed while running her hands down Blake’s back.  Hearing and feeling a soft laugh against her neck, she smiled.  “You know that, right?”

“You need to stop being such a romantic so I can do some unholy things to you...” Blake mumbled against Yang’s neck, making Yang laugh as a shiver went down her spine.

“Shouldn’t I make you breakfast or something first?”

“You’re my breakfast today,” Blake whispered in Yang’s ear, making Yang shudder.

Deciding that she had teased Yang enough, Blake started trailing kisses lower.  First, soft ones dusted across Yang’s collarbone, then down her chest before reaching her breasts.  Another moan slipped through her lips when Blake pressed one quick kiss there before taking Yang’s nipple in her mouth, licking and sucking while Yang’s eyes fluttered shut.

“Shit…” she breathed out, weaving her fingers through Blake’s hair while Blake continued her ministrations.  After finishing with one, Blake moved to the other and started over, but this time with her hand groping and kneading the first, sending even more desire through Yang’s veins as the heat built between her legs.

Yang wanted more and in a hurry, but Blake took her time.  Only after lavishing Yang’s chest with attention did she begin to move further south, tickling Yang’s stomach with light kisses before finally reaching the hem of Yang’s shorts.

When Blake paused, silently requesting permission to continue, Yang started pushing down her shorts herself.  Taking the hint, Blake held back a smile while quickly pulling off Yang’s shorts and underwear and tossing them aside.  With Yang fully naked now, Blake looked down at her with lust-filled, possessive eyes.  If Yang hadn’t already been Blake’s, that look would have convinced her.  She wanted Blake, Blake wanted her, and now nothing stood in their way.

After lowering herself down on the bed, Blake kissed the inside of Yang’s leg - a long, lingering kiss that erased any hint of a tickle.  She then slid higher, her lips never leaving Yang’s skin while moving closer and closer to where Yang so desperately needed her.

Anticipation building with every kiss, Yang’s legs opened of their own free will, silently begging Blake between them.  She wanted to feel those lips pressed to hers, with that skilled tongue working her over too.  Blake was so close now that a thrust of Yang’s hips would bring them together, but then Blake paused.  Her soft laugh only turned Yang on even more, as it brushed across her skin and told her just how close Blake was.

“Someone’s excited…”

Yang looked down and prepared some sort of comeback.  Instead, she tilted her head back and moaned when Blake dipped a finger into her and dragged it across her clit.

She didn’t need to look again to know Blake wore a self-satisfied smirk before continuing to drive Yang crazy with kisses.  The next one landed right between Yang’s legs, and her heart skipped as the kiss lingered.  She felt Blake’s lips part and sucked in a breath when Blake’s tongue finally touched her - but not where she wanted.  Instead, Blake slowly traced around Yang’s core, from top to bottom and back again.  Never tasting her, never slipping inside, just achingly close.

“Blake…” she whined when she couldn’t take it any longer, but Blake just hummed and moved further away.

“You had your fun last night...” Blake purred while kissing the inside of Yang’s other thigh instead.  “It’s my turn.”

“I knew that’d come back to bite me...” Yang groaned, only to yelp when Blake’s teeth nipped inside her thigh.

“Oh, sorry,” Blake said, though she didn’t sound apologetic at all.  “Thought that was a request.”

“You’re taking requests now?”

“I was.”

Groaning again, Yang flopped back onto the covers and knew she could do nothing to change her fate.  The deliberately slow pace had her on the edge already, setting a fire between her legs that made her increasingly desperate for a quick release.  She would beg for more if she thought that would help but knew it wouldn’t.

If anything, begging might only make Blake move slower, carefully building the insatiable desire burning through Yang’s veins.  Without words, Blake was saying that they had time and she intended to savor it.  No rushing through the motions.

In other words, torture.  But the best kind.

Yang’s heart sped up again as Blake moved closer but fell when Blake kissed across her pelvis instead.  Blake’s thumb rubbed circles on the inside of her leg all the while, so close that every few seconds she would feel a slight graze between her legs - just enough to make her desire spike.

Another beseeching whine escaped Yang’s lips while she gently bucked her hips as if Blake needed a reminder that she was waiting.  Blake’s lips just curled into a smile against her.  The next kiss landed just below her navel, then Blake started trailing south, and Yang’s excitement returned full force.

For a second, she was so intent on where Blake was that she stopped breathing.  Instead, she waited in breathless suspense as Blake kissed further down before settling between Yang’s legs for another light, unsatisfying kiss.  Yang wanted more so badly that she nearly reached down and pulled Blake into her, demanding more, but she somehow stayed her desire.

Instead, she caught Blake’s gaze - amber eyes glinting with hunger - and felt her breath return in one fell swoop when Blake’s lips parted and her tongue slipped between Yang’s folds.

“God, yes,” she moaned, closing her eyes and dropping her head back in the covers.  Feeling Blake’s tongue slowly sliding in and out of her was nearly enough to send her over the top already, but Blake didn’t linger long before sliding up and finally passing over Yang’s clit.

“Fuck -!”

Waves of bliss raced through her body, and that feeling only multiplied when Blake’s tongue swept across that most sensitive spot again, making Yang moan with pleasure and anticipate even more to come.

But Blake moved at her pace, on her terms.  She could taste and feel and hear how badly Yang wanted her, but she relished every long, leisurely taste just as much as Yang’s reaction.

The pace might be slow, but it was working.  Mounting pleasure built between Yang’s legs, growing larger every time Blake’s hot, wet tongue slid across her.  Compared to fast and fervent, the slow build made every touch that much better, like a burst of pleasure rather than many quick flickers, dragging a moan from the back of her throat every single time.

And the more Yang moaned, the more Blake gave in.  Her tongue never left Yang’s clit as she pressed harder, doubling the pleasure in a heartbeat, and her arms tightened around Yang’s legs, trying to keep the contact while Yang’s hips started bucking on their own.

“God, Blake…” she moaned as the pace quickened.  Her climax raced closer, building impossibly fast regardless of the slow start.  She needed more of Blake, everywhere, and all at once.  Her hips demanded it, thrusting against Blake’s tongue under no control of her own.

“Oh fuck,” she gasped when Blake hit a spot that made her fingers curl into the covers.  “Right there,” she breathed out as her every thought zeroed in on that spot between her legs.  “Don’t stop, please don’t stop - fuck.”

Her hand found itself on the back of Blake’s head, holding Blake to her while Blake lavished that spot with her tongue.  The rest of the room might as well have disappeared.  The only things left in existence were her, Blake’s mouth, and the pleasure building at a feverish pace.

“Blake, I’m - fuck.  I’m -”

She was about to come - hard.  It was right there, ready to surge through her veins.

Then Blake suddenly pulled away.

“What -?” Yang asked, breathless and confused as that climax began to fade.  “Blake?”

“Shh.”

Even more confused, not to mention disappointed, Yang watched Blake sit up and turn toward the door.  Her furrowed brow suggested something wrong, which Yang understood the second she heard voices downstairs.

“I thought your parents were gone,” she whispered, her heart suddenly pounding for all the wrong reasons.

“They’re supposed to be.”

“Blake?”

Blake sprang off the bed at her mom’s voice, with Yang not far behind.

“Shit,” Blake said while hastily throwing on her outfit from last night.  “They must’ve come back early!”

The explanation didn’t matter much right now, as Yang practically flew into her shorts before searching for her shirt.  Finding it on the other side of the bed, she raced over to grab it.

“Sweetie?”

“Be right there!” Blake called back before clasping her bra back into place, pulling a shirt over her head, and running a hand through her hair.  Once somewhat presentable, she grabbed Yang’s underwear from the floor and shoved it into her hands while pushing her into the closet.

“Wait here,” Blake whispered before closing the door.  In any other circumstance, Yang would point out the irony.  In these circumstances, she clutched her underwear to her chest and held her breath while Blake opened the bedroom door.

“Mom!  What’re you doing?  I thought you were staying until tomorrow morning.”

“Your father was called back for a meeting.  I texted you - didn’t you get my message?”

“Oh...I...must’ve missed that.  I got into bed early last night.”

That wasn’t a lie - they did get into bed early, but they hadn’t gone to sleep for quite some time.

“Have you eaten yet?”

Even though Yang couldn’t see what was happening, she practically felt Blake glance at the closet after that question.

“No, not yet.”

“How about your father and I take you to brunch?”

“Oh, um...it’s kind of early though.”

“It’s already eleven, sweetie.”  In the short pause that followed, Yang held her breath.  “Are you feeling ok?”

Was that suspicion in Kali’s tone?  Curiosity?  Without being able to see, Yang couldn’t tell.  But she knew the bedcovers were a mess, the room probably smelled like sex, and...had she left her phone on the end table?

“I’m fine, just a little tired.  And, um, brunch sounds great.  Let me change and I’ll meet you downstairs?”

“Sure.  Take your time.”

As soon as the door closed, Yang breathed a sigh of relief but didn’t dare leave the closet.  Instead, she glanced around at Blake’s many, many outfits.  As usual, she was stunned by just how much Blake had.  A dress for every occasion with shoes to match.  Stacks of expensive, neatly folded jeans, many of which had probably never been worn.  An entire drawer dedicated to jewelry.  It was like a condensed department store, basically.

When the door opened several seconds later, Yang smiled while Blake walked over.

“I’m so sorry...” Blake sighed, setting her hands on Yang’s shoulders and leaning into her chest.

“It’s ok.”  Not wanting Blake to feel bad for something beyond her control, Yang wrapped her arms around Blake’s waist and pulled her closer.  “If I had a nickel for every time the Governor’s wife almost walked in on her daughter going down on me, I’d have...like five cents.”

The joke worked, as Blake laughed before leaning back to meet Yang’s gaze.

“How close were you?”

“Like milliseconds,” Yang answered honestly, only for Blake to sigh again.

“This wasn’t what I planned, promise.”

“I know, don’t worry.”

It was hard for Yang to feel disappointed when Blake looked so apologetic.  Without knowing a better way to comfort her, however, Yang just held her close and waited for the unfortunate moment to fall behind them.  They didn’t have forever, as the overheard conversation had revealed, but it wasn’t long before Blake regained her composure enough to lean away.

“Well…” she said, curling her fingers through Yang’s hair while her trademark smile reappeared.  “Brunch shouldn’t take more than an hour or two...you could stay here and wait for me to get back.”

“You want me to hide in your closet?”

“No,” Blake replied with a soft laugh.  “But no one’s here - just lock the door and stay in my room, maybe get some more sleep.  I promise to make it worth the wait.”

Considering Yang hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before, had work tonight, and really wanted to know how Blake would make it worthwhile, the benefits far outweighed the potential risks.

“Alright, fine.”  Blake’s eyes lit up at the response, but Yang held up a finger before she said anything.  “But no promises I’m not defiling your bed while you’re gone.”

“God, please do,” Blake said before dragging Yang into a slow, deep kiss that took her breath away.  Her eyes fluttered open only when Blake’s lips left hers, and she found amused amber eyes watching her.  “Now, are you going to help me change for brunch?”

“Oh, absolutely.”

Yang’s hands returned to Blake without hesitation, first sliding across Blake’s shirt before slipping underneath.  After running her palms across Blake’s soft, smooth stomach, she moved upwards, feeling Blake’s ribs and lacy bra before finally tugging the shirt free.

There was nothing sexier than watching Blake’s hair fall across her bare shoulders with only a lacy black bra concealing her chest.  At least, Yang thought there was nothing sexier until her hands found themselves on Blake’s hips, with Blake watching intently as she gently worked her fingers underneath the hem of the shorts and pushed them down.

Kneeling as they fell free, revealing that Blake hadn’t yet put on underwear, she struggled to keep her mouth to herself.  All she wanted to do was kiss Blake the way Blake had been kissing her...and drive Blake crazy right there in the closet surrounded by all those fancy clothes.  Restraining herself, she stood up and blew a breath through her lips.

“You should probably get out of here…”

Eyes sparkling at the admission, Blake grabbed a new pair of panties from a drawer - matching black lace, Yang noted with growing desire - and pulled them on.  Jeans quickly followed, and a nice top completed the look moments later.

From sexy, comfortable, and disheveled to sexy, professional, and poised in a few seconds - that was the Blake Belladonna Yang had come to adore.  After grabbing a jacket, Blake kissed Yang’s cheek and backed away.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

For a second, it looked like Blake didn’t want to go, but she eventually bit her lip and left.  Only after the bedroom door opened and closed did Yang leave the safety of the closet herself.

Hearing Blake talking to her parents while they left for brunch, Yang locked the bedroom door and turned around.  Looking at Blake’s bedroom, which was clean and organized outside of the unmade bed, she smiled and shook her head.  This wasn’t how she expected the morning to go, but she had learned to accept the unexpected when it came to Blake.

Maybe if they weren’t hiding their relationship, things would be different.  Or maybe that was just her fooling herself...because she couldn’t think of any situation where she would want Blake’s parents walking in on them in that type of situation.  Besides...the fear of being caught was a little fun sometimes...as long as they weren’t caught, of course.  And after she came would have been preferable.

Resigned to this reality, she sat on Blake’s bed before flopping back on the covers and staring at the ceiling.  Blake probably wouldn’t be gone very long.  Yang could catch up on sleep in the meantime...or she could finish what Blake started and then go back to sleep.

Considering there was still a bit of a fire going between her legs, the second option sounded better.  But first, she grabbed her phone.  Even though unintentional, Blake had epically denied her this morning, and she wasn’t above a little payback.  Plus, she loved the thought of making Blake squirm at lunch with her parents.

Hopefully, Blake was good at hiding her phone...because there were some not-safe-around-parents photos headed her way.