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Team RWBY of Beacon was notorious for quarrelling.
Well, more specifically, the 'RW' part.
The 'BY' half of the team sought refuge on Blake's bunk, hiding away from the arguments (which were always about such trivial matters, like Ruby leaving things lying around or spending one too many hours polishing up Crescent Rose). It evaded them why Ruby and Weiss couldn't settle their differences like normal people. Alas, there they were, scowling each other down as Weiss stood, arms crossed, opposite an equally defensive Ruby.
"Between you and Nora, I get no peace!"
"Well, you're just boring!"
"Boring? Jumping on beds and having races through the hallway at night is not fun! It's stupid and childish!"
With a soft grumble of discomfort, Blake nuzzled into Yang's stomach, causing her orange tank top to ride up just past her navel. Blake's hypersensitive ears were just not built to listen to Weiss's shrill accusations, nor Ruby's too-squeaky defenses. Slowly, Yang rubbed Blake's black ear between her thumb and index to soothe her, and was met with a soft purr as Blake tilted and pushed her head further into Yang's hand.
"Sleepy kitty," she cooed, unable to prevent a smile from inhabiting her face. "You're so cute."
"Shuddup." Blake mumbled semi-coherently, muffled against Yang's stomach.
With her other hand, Yang combed through Blake's mass of onyx hair, eliciting a more prominent purr from Blake's throat. Blake's eyes closed over and she ran her cheek against the skin of Yang's stomach in rhythm with each stroke. On the other side of the room, Ruby and Weiss were still at, bickering away. It was still unclear what they were actually fighting about - it had descended into rather pathetic insults firing from one to the other. Neither of them took any notice; Yang was too busy biting back the affectionate smile across her lips as her cheeks glowed with a hint of rose, though she couldn't put her finger on why. Was it because Blake was purring in her lap adorably? Or because she was hopelessly in love? Or because she couldn't imagine her life without her Faunus companion?
Or all of the above?
She glanced down at the softly-breathing figure snuggled against her legs, her chest gently rising and falling with each slow inhalation, each gentle exhale, and a myriad of butterflies rushed through her stomach, fluttering frantically.
Definitely all of the above.
Finally, Weiss and Ruby's voices subsided; they had taken their argument out towards the cafeteria, mainly because Ruby had walked out to go get cookies, bored from Weiss's nagging. Peace at last - at least for Blake and Yang. The blonde smoothed out the fur on Blake's ears, causing her to purr even more.
"Sleepy Blakey."
"Mmmm... Where's Ruby and Weiss?"
"Knowing Ruby, off to get food. She eats when she's bored," Yang answered. "I'd be bored too if Weiss was nagging at me all the time."
"Mmmm..."
Blake stretched out, sprawled across Yang's legs, pawing at the top of her duvet. As she yawned, her tongue slipping out her mouth and curling up, her ears twitching. Yang ran her hand down Blake's back, starting from the nape and working down to the dip of the coccyx, evoking an arching of the Faunus's back. An amber eye opened, beckoning her to curl up beenath the duvet with her. Obliging, Yang slid beneath the covers, and immediately the ball of black silk shimmied over. A sigh of content escaped Yang's lips, and the gentle expulsion of air caused Blake's ears to flick, before settling flat against her head.
"Sleeeepy Kitty~"
"M'not sleepy..."
Yang chuckled, "Yeah you are."
"Nuhh..."
Yang caught herself gazing down at the girl rested against her then, the butterflies reappearing - or had they been there all that time? There was just something about her that set Yang's heart alight. Something concealed, but beautiful, like a hidden treasure reserved only for her to see.
"Cutie kitty." Yang smiled lightly, but Blake wasn't purring anymore. Instead, she was breathing slowly, peacefully.
Fast asleep.
The butterflies took one last flight before subsiding, settling down to sleep just as Yang settled down to sleep beside the love of her life. She couldn't help but laugh internally at how poetic she was being. Well, Blake certainly had that effect on her. And so, with a content sigh, Yang kissed the top of Blake's head, between her two semi-flattened ears, and whispered softly:
"Goodnight, kitty."