darth_khal
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Four times Yang danced with Blake in different stages of their relationship.
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Blake leaned against the doorframe, arms folded, lips twitching as she watched Yang negotiate with their son.
“I feel like I’m looking at you,” Yang sighed, turning toward Blake with a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.
“Oh please,” Blake replied playfully, rolling her eyes as she joined them in the nursery. “Between the two of us, you’re the stubborn one—the hardest to convince.”
Yang couldn’t fight the smile or the warmth that flooded her chest as her wife crouched down beside their son. “Maybe,” she said fondly, “but he’s still your spitting image.”
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It was the alcohol, at least that's what they'd tell themselves in the morning. When the sun comes up, when the regret washes over them, when they go back to ignoring each other. Hating each other.
All because Yang pushed Blake against the wall, all because she whispered, "I bet I can make you feel better." Into a feline ear, her voice low, almost a growl as she did it.
So, as they traveled up the stairs, everyone too trashed to notice mortal enemies making their way to Yang's room, locking the door behind them, they'd blame it on the alcohol.
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For the prompt: "I can make you feel better"
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- Part 1 of They hate each other... Or do they!?
- Part 13 of Absolute Sin :)
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Day and night, it’s all the same inside of Rusty CrowBar; it’s not a total dive but not really high class either. Yang’s been there since she was legal, and you see all kinds of people come and go. Most of them don’t leave an impact. It's just a few bills and some change tossed on the bar, or sometimes a phone number if she was extra charming.
But then there’s this girl.
She sits on the same barstool every Thursday, sad and mysterious. Yang doesn’t even know her name, but she wants to.
Yang wants a lot when she looks at her.
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Yang isn't the biggest fan of Christmas. Blake is determined to change that.
Meeting Blake's parents for the first time would be nerve-wracking even if Yang wasn't going home with her for the holidays. When Blake reveals that she hasn't actually told her parents about the relationship yet, things get a lot more complicated.
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“You are here for a reason, Yang,” Raven states between ground teeth. Maybe it’s meant to feel like a threat or a taunt, but it only lands as a reminder. Yang’s used to letting those roll right off of her. “Stay away from the Belladonna’s at all costs or so help me.”
“Or what?” Yang challenges, not mentioning that she doesn’t care. She doesn’t give a shit about Blake Belladonna, about the sexy smirk of her lips or the danger of her hooded eyes. She can’t be bothered with caring about a single damn thing because she had been dragged on a campaign trail, shoved into a bedroom in the White House, plopped into college courses, hauled to stylists. There was only one way to survive any of this, a singular method to get her through again and again. “I don’t have much more to lose at this point.”
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Blake wasn’t gentle. She should be, maybe, but acting harsh and cold was the only way she could cope with the absolute fire emanating from Yang’s being. She didn’t look at her eyes. She focused on tying the wrists submissively held together in front of her, on Yang’s attitude, docile, too docile, on the way her chest rose and fell at each collected breath under her worn leather armor, on everything but her eyes. Her piercing eyes, so intense they consumed Blake’s skin even though she couldn’t see them. Oh, how she hated that girl.