Hey maybe some bumblebee fluff please?
Yang and Blake had very conflicting schedules- one required an early morning riser while the other demanded a night owl. This normally meant cuddle-time at nights were very limited for Yang and chilly mornings were ten times chillier for Blake (having a walking heater as your girlfriend was very beneficial). Still, with Yang’s early morning shifts at the local repair shop down the street and Blake’s semi-flexible midnight shifts at the 7-Eleven just downstairs, the couple persevered with intense Netflix marathoning, cuddles, and road trips out of town whenever they could.
Of course, the two preferred binge-watching shows on Netflix and cuddling over everything else- which led to a mix of the two on this eventful, Friday evening.
“So, what am I watching on this wonderful Friday night, with my wonderful girlfriend, and this beautiful, large, cheese pizza she ordered?” Blake asked as she slipped down the beat-up couch and onto a spot next to Yang, who hummed delightfully with a mouth full of pizza as her girlfriend sat down next to her. They gently bumped knees as they moved to get more comfortable in their spots on the couch. Blake watched intently as Yang examined what shows and movies they could watch on the TV- her girlfriend’s lips would occasionally twitch upwards when she came upon a show that she might want to watch and then downwards after passing over something they’d seen a thousand times (unless it were, in this case, Moana).
Blake felt a smile come to her face as Yang selected the movie and continued to smile for some unknown reason as she watched Yang lean forward to set the remote onto the coffee table. Before she drew back, Yang grabbed another slice of pizza for Blake and handed the it to her- all the while she took another bite from her own slice.
“I was feelin’ a bit Moana-y on this fine, Friday night,” came Yang’s muffled response as she chewed her food.
The blonde leaned back into the couch, raised her slice of pizza, and grinned at Blake- who in response rolled her eyes, raised her own slice, tapped it against Yang’s half-eaten one, and said, “Cheers.”
Yang laughed- a sound that brought at least a couple hundred butterflies to Blake’s stomach and a red to her face; she didn’t hesitate to curl up between Yang’s arms when the blonde opened them up and said invitingly, “C’mere so I can kiss you.”
And kiss her she did.
They watched the rest of the movie with Yang’s arms around Blake and Blake, purring, comfortably curled up with her back against Yang’s stomach. Halfway through the movie, Yang’s breathing had deepened and slowed and Blake realized with a heavy sigh that her girlfriend had drifted off to sleep. Blake slowly slipped from Yang’s arms and slid off of the couch before making her way to the closet down the hall.
The Faunus grabbed a light blanket, made her way back to the couch, and tucked Yang under it. Smiling, Blake leaned over the couch and placed a kiss atop her girlfriend’s forehead before quietly slinking to their bedroom. Not long afterwards, Blake emerged from her bedroom in her 7-Eleven uniform and padded to the door. She paused in the doorway. Blake looked back to Yang’s sleeping figure before she sighed, smiled, and left their apartment for the journey downstairs.
Conflicting schedules really suck.
(Thank you for letting me realize that I need to work on writing fluff more :0 I hope you enjoyed it!)