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But what was supposed to be a relaxing time at the bar for Yang turned out to be anything but.
The same woman she was caught staring at earlier was sitting at the bar, legs crossed, drink in one hand, book in the other.
Now that she had a better look at the mystery woman she couldn’t help but look her up and down, especially not with that outfit — Tight leather skirt with torn fishnet stockings underneath and heeled boots, black cropped leather jacket over a white crop top and some purple lipstick and eyeshadow to top it off. Usually, Weiss was the voice of reason here, but there was no Weiss here at the moment, and she did have a thing for dark and mysterious goth women, so…
“Sorry for the staring contest earlier, kinda hard for me to ignore when a beautiful woman is looking at me,” Yang opens as she sits across the mystery woman, one seat between them, leaving an opening for the girl to leave.
Said girl raises her eyebrow in response and nothing else, eyes still glued to her book.
aka my self indulgent butch vampire yang x fem werecat blake fic but also what if they were in a band
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“Mmm, Yaaannnggg~,” Blake turns and reaches out to Yang’s cheeks and proceeds to squish them like a stress ball.
“Yesshhh honey?”
“Can you zip up my dress? If you do then… you don’t have to wear a tie?”
Yang chuckles and makes Blake sit up with them before turning them to the side and kissing a trail up their spine as they slowly zip up their dress. Blake sighs as Yang leaves more kisses around her neck and shoulders.
“Mmm, as much as I’m loving this, we’re gonna be late.” Blake stands up, then grabs Yang’s hands and pulls him up as well, despite his pouting. “Come on my sun, we don’t need Weiss giving us one of her ‘all-knowing’ smirks the entire time.”
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Yang paced outside her bathroom door. Every few seconds she placed her hands on the doorknob, twisting it a bit before letting go and returning to her pacing.
“Babe, you skulking by the bathroom isn’t going to make this go faster,” Blake said. Yang’s pacing increased Blake’s anxiety as she sat on the toilet, staring at the pregnancy test in her hand. “Just two lines, please, “ she whispered.
