Ground Control to Tipsy Bun
A/N: As always, please consider donating to my patreon or commissioning me if you like my writing Written for @redinkedwolf on that Valentines day exchange thing I definitely didn’t forget about.
Velvet’s arms wrapped around her, the normally calm, even reserved faunus giggling and wondering loudly if she wore the shades during sex.
If she ever found out who spiked the punch at the Valentines Day ball, she’d kill them.
Well, first, she thought as she saw Yats lazily toss a dozing Fox onto his bed and flop down beside him, she’d probably high-five them.
Pulling something like that off in a room full of professors and huntresses in training took a lot of skills or a lot of moxie, and she respected both… but they’d still meet the business end of her boot for making her put up with this.
‘This’ being her ridiculously attractive, irritatingly handsy, and allegedly straight partner.