Yang Vs Blake...ish

Disclaimer: This focusses on a sweet moment between two friends. (NO I'm not interested in shipping anything. But I'll not deny I worked slight stuff in there). Contains lovely tickles and worship.

Yang awoke from her dream. The strange woman had said they needed to talk. But she was far to exhausted for that. She just looked at the time. Seven in the morning. Yang slammed her palm on her forhead. She hated the fact it was that early and she couldn't sleep anymore. No sleepmeans the day would go by very slowly and that in turn lead to more exhaustion.
So, sighing to herself in frustration, she dropped from the top bugbed and tiptoed her way out of the room. Bringing her combat gear with her and running her way towards the gym. If she wasn't able to sleep, at least she could just work some agression from her system. Neo's smirk had been branded in her mind. The way she smiled after every single stroke of tickling. Yang's eyes flaired as she wacked the punchingbag and she blew it apart.

'I'll get you Neo...'

A pair of black ears caught the soft bang of two bare feet that hit the floor. Amber eyes peaked and followed the sound and figure of Yang's footsteps to the door, after gathering her gear. Closing the door, Yang left. But the ears were able to identify the heading of those boots. Blake rose from her bed. She knew something was wrong with Yang. Next to Ruby and Weiss, Yang was a very solid sleeper. So her waking up like this, meant something was wrong.

Sliding from the bed and getting dressed, Blake left the room. She stared down the lang hallway and sneaked her way after Yang. In a way, stalking her partner because she had to know what was wrong. She was so focused, she didn't even hear a soft snicker that came from Ruby's lips when the room was empty.

Blake could hear the banging of fists on a punchingbag. And then the sound of that one bag being smached to dust. Yang was really worked up about something. Blake opened the door and heared Yang mutter to herself. Someone called 'Neo' had made Yang very agitated. Perhaps this was the moment where Blake would return the favor after Yang helped her cure from her tunnelvisioning rage.

'Hey, what's up?'

Yang jumped in the air and turned around. She hated jumpscares.

'Blake?? You know I can't stand people sneaking up on me!'

'Sorry'

'What's wrong?'

'I'm just curious as to what is wrong'

'Nothing's wrong...'

Yang turned her back on her. Blake wasn't stupid. She knew something was wrong. And it envolved someone named Neo. But that wasn't the real problem. She could see it at Yang's body language. Something was bugging her. Stepping closer, Blake turned Yang around and looked in her eyes.

'Yang, you'll have to trust me. Tell me what's wrong'

'Nothing's wrong Blake, go back to bed'

'Please...'

'It's nothing'

'Fine, if you say so'

Blake turned around. Almost immediatly, she duck don her knees and rotaded her body, swiping with her leg. Yang, to tired to react fast enough, was knocked down with a soft bang. Yang shook her head and felt a sudden urge to fight Blake.

'Alright, kitty, here comes the Yang'

'You're so fun when you're lacking sleep...'

Yang lashed out, throwing a wild haymacker and hitting home. But it wasn't the real Blake. Blake left a clone to catch the blow, before diving under Yang and swiping at her legs again. Floored for a second time, in just five seconds flat. Blake knew Yang wasn't ok. Normally, their sparring matches would either be a complete match between their skills. Or a clear victory for Yang. Yang was a tank. A scrapper and a berserker. Someone like Blake, who focused more on evasion and stealth, wasn't in her element fighting a berserking whirlwind of fists and kicks. However, now she had floored her. Twice.

'Come on, tell me what's wrong'

'You're getting on my nerves...'

'And you're growing agressive. I think I don't like your tone'

Blake said as calm as she could, enraging Yang some more. God, she was irritating when she was grumpy by lack of sleep. So, that was how you want to play it Yang? Very well. Blake entered a defensive stance and tilted her head. Before smiling an invite at Yang. Mentally, Yang's eyes didn't see Blake. She saw Neo. And that triggered the feelings of being tickled again. Which resulted in a loud roar.

Blake's bow twitched. This was bad. Really bad. Yang was pure berserk and that can't be because of Blake. They were partners, no matter the 'taunt', they always stayed sportive and friendly. But Yang had decided to cut loose. And Blake had to calm her down. Without hurting her. Enter, her ribbon of her weapon.

Blake used a second clone to distract Yang, catching the blow, before she winded her ribbon around Yang's wrists. In that instant, Yang dropped on the ground, instinctively to try and get loose? Blake was faster. Diving right on top of her, Yang's wrists ended up bound and tied to her back. Forming a praying kind of position. Both hands folded neatly on top of her chest. Yang froze completely. This was the exact repeat of her fight with Neo. Blake sighed and shook her head. She had beaten Yang.

'Now, tell me...'

'Please...don't...do it!'

'Yang?'

'Please!'

'Yang, it's Blake, what's wrong?'

'Blake?'

Yang's mind cleared up. She had been stuck in a phantom memory of the trainfight. Which meant, she had unleashed her agression on Blake, instead of Neo. Her mind had played a trick on her.

'Blake...I'm sorry'

'Will you finally tell me what happened'

'If you...promise me something'

'Sure, I'm your partner, we trust one another'

'Don't tickle me...'

Blake's eyes zoned out. Was Yang...ticklish? This hardcore fighter, this unstoppable force of fists and kicks, had a weakness in a child's weapon? Yang told Blake what had happened in the fight between her and Neo. And Blake was very interested. Something about how Yang told her tale of tickles triggered a strange interest within Blake. Yang was to occupied telling her story, to notice how Blake's ears twitched in pleasure after each delicious detail of her ordeal. And when Yang finished, Blake was eager to try it for herself. Yang had no idea what was about to happen.

'So that's it. Will you please let me go now?'

Yang wiggled her wrists, placing extra attention on the fact that she didn't particularly liked being restrained. But Blake had other plans. Her face showed no emotion. But she wanted to help her friend. A sense of therapy, if you would. And have some fun while doing it.

So, when Yang expected Blake to untie her when she bend over, her eyes widened in fear when Blake suddenly wispered in her ear. Very sweetlike.

'Don't worry, Yang, I'll help you get rid of your demons'

Yang wanted to say something. But then she felt a soft piece of warm flesh stroke her earlobe. Blake had licked her ear. Simultaniously stroking a set of soft fingers over her exposed belly. But unlike Neo's attack, this felt differently different. The lick to her ear sent a wave of joy through her body. And caused her to exhale a bit to loud. Blake, being a cat faunus, heard her pleasure before Yang knew it was pleasure.

'Is someone feeling happy in here?'

Blake rubbed Yang's belly very tenderly. Before stroking a ticklish pattern over her bellybutton. Yang closed her eyes. It tickeld, yes. But the softness of Blake's fingers made her sink in something that was very welcome after the rough and short night. Endless bliss!
Blake saw how Yang was sinking in a sleeper stupor. And while that was indeed how she wanted to help her partner, the fun wasn't over just yet. Using this moment of weakness from Yang, Blake slipped over to her boots. Unzipping the boots while Yang awoke. And before she realised what happened, Blake had already exposed Yang's feet.

'Blake, please, don't do it...'

'Trust me'

Yang looked with a slight hint of fear. But she had noticed how Blake wasn't Neo. The style was completely different. Almost as if Blake loved to make Yang laugh. Helping her face her fears.

Blake wasn't sure what to do first. In the story of Yang, Blake was intrigued by the tickling. However, holding these sweet and soft feet up close, she had to wonder. How was Neo able to go so full out? Or better yet, how would Neo have felt parting from these lovely toes. Blake had almost no control over her actions. Her fingers tripped over the soles of Yang, causing giggles which Blake could only consider utterly...adorable.

Yang had closed her eyes and had intertwined her fingers while she squirmed and bucked softly under the slow and teasing fingers of her partner. The tickling was intense. But not intense in the terms of torture. Intense as in the tickling was so wonderful. It flew through her body and it caused her to giggle and squirm in laughter, but in laughter of pleasure. While Neo had played her like a piano, Blake was playing a harp. Softly tickling for a very pure and sweet melody that was so lovely to the ear, even Yang wouldn't want to stop the tickling. But she did interupt her song, only for a soft giggle and gasp when she felt a lovely sensation sliding through her toes.

Yang bit her lips and let out a soft moan. Blake had struck gold! Her soft and playfull tongue teased and coiled partially around the base of Yang's toes that caused her to giggle. But this giggle was different. Blake noticing this very swiftly. Her laughter wasn't enduced from tickling, even though Yang was begging for a breather. No, this laughter was different. Wonderfully pleasant for Blake's ears and adorably fun for Yang herself.

Blake's fingers stopped tickling the soft soles. And beginning to rub them softly. Caring and stroking them with the utmost care. Yang felt how her body relaxed and softly sank back into sweet slumber. Tickling can be a wonderful thing, after all. Even though Blake was techically doing something else. The licks still tickled, but it's far to much pleasure. Such loving sight to see indeed. A quiet and mysterious girl having the loud mouth and strong Yang completely in her power.

'Yang...shall we go back to the room? Before we're caught?'

Yang was to deep gone. She nodded submissively and sweetlike. Almost like she was completely submissive in nature. Yang Xiao Long...got up, walked with Blake to the bedroom on her bare feet and blushed when Blake petted her head and shoulder. When Blake wondered if Yang would revert back to her normal self, while opening the door. What they saw caused Yang to awake from her sweet daydream with Blake. For Ruby had played a special trick on Weiss, so it would seem...

'What the heck is going on here?'