engine ft. bees
Blake’s cat ears flicked in the direction of the door when she heard the familiar rumble of her best friend’s motorcycle. Slipping a bookmark into her book, knowing full well she wouldn’t be able to focus once Yang walked inside, she got out of her chair and made her way to the door, anxious to make sure that Yang was alright.
Once she heard Yang fumbling for her scroll, she unlocked the door and gave the girl a quick once over before pulling her into the house and closing the door behind her. The team was currently crashing at Jaune’s sister’s house, and the rest of them were out currently, doing whatever they could to blow off steam and relax before they put their quite harebrained plan into action tomorrow. Blake subconsciously started scratching at her arm, the habit so ingrained in her she didn’t even notice.
“Blake I-”
“Yang let me-”
Both girls made eye contact and Blake quickly looked away before Yang could read the emotions that were probably running rampant in her eyes. No matter how hard she tried, Yang always knew. It was most likely because she was good at reading people, and not because of any underlying feelings, no matter how hard Blake wished they would be. Yang was so, so, untouchable, so far, so out of reach. At least in that sense. Maybe there was a time where she wasn’t, but Blake was sure she ruined any chance of that back at Beacon, back before even immortal gods, magical items, secret powers came into the picture.
Back when she left when Yang needed her most because she foolishly thought that would somehow help her.
Even now, while Yang looked at her with that face, that look, that only she could give, Blake fought the urge to rip the door open and run, run away from all of this. Run away from her feelings, run away from their responsibilities, run away from the seemingly unstoppable destruction, just, run.
Blake focused on the sleeve of Yang’s jacket as she opened her mouth to speak, knowing she wouldn’t be able to get the words out if she tried to look Yang in the eye. Even if Yang wanted nothing to do with her, she could breathe easier, knowing that for once she had done the right thing, even though it had never felt so much like the wrong.
“I, I really don’t know why I’m saying this, or if I’m wrong, or if this is just going to push you away even more, but I have to say it, because it feels like I’m lying to you, and I hate that feeling. And I said I would talk to you guys, and I don’t want to say the wrong this like back at the shed at the farm, but I, I—”
Blake knew she was rambling, she knew Yang would pick up that something was wrong, she knew it, she knew it, and she knew she should just say it before Yang said something, just spit it out but it was so hard, and she wasn’t sure how the words were both too many and not enough-
“Yang, I’m in lo-, in lo-, I really really like, hngh, I really like you, much much more than a friend.”
She blew out a long breath and dropped her eyes to the floor, her scratching getting harder, dots appearing on her skin, but Blake paid it no mind.
Time passed and Yang said nothing.
Blake internally screamed. She couldn’t bring herself to look up, to see what Yang’s reaction was, and she frantically tried to put together an apology so she could just run upstairs or maybe even out the door, do something, anything other than stay in the house and make Yang uncomfortable, no matter-
She stopped short when the cold fingers of Yang’s arm pry her own from her, stopping her mid-scratch, and felt a shiver run through her at the sensation of her cold prosthetic on her inflamed skin.
Yang pulled her in for a hug, holding her tight, and Blake could feel her shaky breath on her ear, on part of her neck, and she felt herself crumble.
She’d done it again, hurt the person she held most dear, the one that she did her best not to but always managed to hurt the most, he wasn’t wrong, it was all she was good for—
But then she began talking.
“Blake...did you...did you mean that? That you...you like me as more than a friend? You like—like me?”
“Yes.”
She couldn’t say anything more, she didn’t trust her words to fail her again. She hugged Yang as hard as she could, and slowly angled her head so she could place a light kiss on the side of Yang’s head. It was a bit awkward, more on her hair than anything else, but Blake felt Yang tense, and then she pulled back and kissed her properly.
She couldn’t think.
She didn’t know what to think.
But she did know how to kiss her back.
Blake leaned into her and couldn’t help but stare as Yang pulled back and looked at her with an expression full of feelings she didn’t know how to place—how to describe.
Feelings she thought were more than her worth but instinctively knew that were just right.
“Can I, can I take you on a date? Like right now? Everyone’s out and about, we could go get something to eat, wander around and see what happens, we have Bumblebee too, the city is yours for the taking.”
Blake blinked at the request before a smile made its home on her face. Of course, of course, Yang would ask her on a date, she was a gentlewoman, she was so much, so much more, but everything.
“Yes. I would very much like that.”
Yang smiled brightly, her entire face glowing, eyes shining with so many things left unsaid, things they both knew, things that could be whispered later in the comfort of each other’s arms, hidden away from the world, protecting each other. Yang pointed in the direction of the door and they walked out, hand in hand, a silent promise to each other made.
As Blake got on the bike behind Yang and heard the soft rumble of the engine, she promised she’d work on not listening to the voice inside—the voice that sounded all too often like the ever looming threat of Adam. Instead, she’d listen to a different voice, one that sounded much more familiar, odd almost.
She’d listen to her own, and with Yang’s help, by Gods, she’d fight her demons.