I Suddenly Dont Understand Anything

Yang was vaguely aware of the door creaking open, but couldn’t bring herself to care with the warm weight of Blake on top of her, hands in her hair, lips on hers, tongue—

“Excuse me?! On my bed?! I know Yang’s precarious bunk would probably collapse under both of you, but what’s wrong with defiling your own bed, Blake? Off! Now!”

They broke the kiss at the sound of Weiss’s outraged screech. Yang looked to where Weiss stood pointing at them, face flushed almost tomato red and eyes narrowed. She looked rather ridiculous, and even more so seen upside down through Yang’s eyes, still flat on her back under Blake. Ruby stood behind Weiss, her eyes covered with a hand.

Yang blinked as Weiss’s words sunk in. About them being on her bed. But they weren’t? “Your—? But—” Yang looked around and her words stumbled to a halt. Books didn’t support the bunk overhead. Ropes did.

Oh. This wasn’t Blake’s bed. Come to think of it, they’d both been a bit distracted when Blake backed her towards the bunks, liplocked.

Weiss swatted them with her schoolwork binder. “Get off!”

They scrambled up.

“Sorry.” Yang rubbed at the back of her neck. It felt as hot as her own face. “Uh, if it helps, we didn’t defile it.”

“That’s a matter of opinion!” Weiss’s words hissed between clenched teeth.

“Clothes stayed on! We just kissed, nothing more.” Yang didn’t dare look at Blake. She was afraid she’d burst out laughing if she met Blake’s eyes, and that might be fatal even when Weiss didn’t have Myrtenaster to hand.

“With. Tongue!” Weiss jabbed Yang with an accusatory finger with each word. “That was no innocent kiss!”

“Not listening,” Ruby muttered, covering her ears. “Not listening. Nope. Not hearing anything mentally scarring.”

“Think of the children! Ruby had to see that too!”

“Uh, I’m not a child, and I clapped a hand over my eyes before I saw that.”

“Shut up, you said you weren’t listening!” Weiss elbowed Ruby.

“Ow, Yang’s right, you sharpen those!”

“Do not tell me your sister’s right about anything when she’s been an indecent trespasser!”

“It was an honest mistake, and we’re very sorry, it won’t happen again,” Blake said, voice smooth as her skin.

Weiss levelled her accusing finger at Blake. “You were smirking when you saw me, Blake Belladonna!”

“I was smiling. Anyone would smile after a kiss like that.”

“Smiling? That was no innocent smile. You looked like—” Weiss cut herself off, eyes flicking upwards, to the level of Blake’s uncovered cat ears. Weiss abruptly looked rather uncomfortable, as if she’d been about to say something she thought inappropriate to use for a cat faunus.

‘Like the cat that got the cream, huh? Or something like it.’ Yang risked a glance at Blake. There was no smirk on her face now, just her usual inscrutable mask. At least until she met Yang’s eyes and smiled at her.