Guardian

Chapter Seventeen

Blake sat across from Yang and starred into her lilac eyes. She told me her story. Perhaps it's time I told her mine. "Have you ever heard of a White Fang member named Adam Taurus."

Yang stared back at her in slight shock. "Yeah. I've heard his name on the news a lot. He's a pretty violent guy."

"He's my ex," Blake's voice was coated in disdain. "We were together for quite a while."

"Did he hurt you?" She looked up and found Yang's eyes had turned red and she was gripping one of her pillows so tightly that Blake thought it was going to pop like a feather filled balloon.

"Mentally? Yes. Physically?" Blurred images flashed in her mind and she shuddered. "I don't really know. See when he first joined the Fang I mistook him for passionate. He cared so much for our cause, even saved my dad's life once. But he was also very good at manipulating the people around him and I fell right into it. I was so infatuated with him and how much he seemed to care about the wrongs our people have faced that I overlooked all the red flags that where there. The humans that turned up dead, the sneaking out at night, the way he always made it out so I was the bad guy. After he killed one of our informants under the guise of believing he would rat us out I decided I no longer wanted to be a part of it. I had to get away so I did."

"But he never hit you?" Yang's eyes were still red but she had loosened her grip on the pillow.

"That's the thing. About two years ago I went with my dad to a Faunus rally and woke up in the hospital a few days later. I was sore and I heard the doctor tell my parents that my aura had healed most of my cuts and bruises but I can't remember any of it," she grabbed her head as it throbbed. "I don't know why."

"Repressed memories can be painful to remember," Yang pulled Blake closer to her and brushed a few strands of hair from her face. "After Ruby's mom died my dad had this whole point of his life that was just blank for the longest time. He said he was on auto pilot as he tried to cope with what happened. Maybe that's why you don't remember. Just know that you're safe now, here, with me and if we ever run into him I'll run his sorry ass into the ground. He won't get to hurt you again, I promise."

Blake gazed into her girlfriend's eyes, which had finally changed to their usual purple, and felt her chest tighten. She grabbed Yang's hand and placed it over her surprisingly steady heart. "I never thought I would be able to feel this way about anyone. I thought Adam had robbed me of it. But gods Yang, I want you so bad it physically hurts."

Yang gently traced Blake's collarbone. "I thought I was the only one but I didn't want to rush you into things. The last thing I want to do is make you uncomfortable or scare you away."

Blake leaned forward, repositioning herself so she was on her hands and knees, and pressed her forehead to Yang's. "I'm not going anywhere."

Unable to control herself any more, Blake pressed her lips to Yang's in a series of heated kisses. As Yang slid down the headboard, Blake lowered herself so she was laying on top of her and quickly set her hands to the job of unbuttoning her blouse. About halfway down Yang gently grabbed her hands.

"Are you sure?" She could feel her searching her eyes for any sign of doubt. "I don't want you to feel like you have to."

"Honestly I don't think I've been this sure about anything before," Blake breathed against her lips. "Now please, for once, stop talking."

She silenced Yang with a kiss, gently slipping her tongue into her mouth which Yang answered by grabbing Blake's hips and intertwining their legs. After some time she was finally able to get Yang's shirt undone and tossed it across the room. She sat up, admiring Yang's tone form, and noticed several raised marks as she traced her fingers over her skin.