xekstrin said: pyrrha/yang or nora/yang please GOD please

Yang grunted as she bench pressed one of the heaviest barbells Beacon’s training room had to offer, her jaw clenched so tightly that she could feel the ache radiating through her teeth. Sweat dampened her thin tanktop and trickled down her forehead, forcing her to blink rapidly to keep it from stinging her eyes.

“Sixty-seven… sixty-eight… sixty-nine, heh… seventy…” She glanced over at the other bench where Pyrrha was lifting her own weights as effortlessly as she might toss her hair at a photo shoot, or spear a Beowolf on a hunt, or whatever else came easy to her. Yang wasn’t entirely sure how Pyrrha spent her time when she wasn’t being gorgeous or kicking ass. “How are you doing that?”

“Does that mean you concede?” Pyrrha asked. From anyone other than Pyrrha Nikos, it would have been a taunt, but her tone held nothing but honest curiosity.

Yang grinned back at her. “Psh, I don’t lose to anyone.”

She redoubled her efforts, burning through ten more repetitions. For a moment, it seemed as if she would actually overtake Pyrrha right up until her arms started to shake, trembling like she was being electrocuted. Muscle exhaustion. Groaning, Yang summoned up the will for one last rep, slotted the barbell back onto its hooks, and let her arms fall limply to her sides.

“…but I guess there’s a first time for everything,” Yang said sheepishly.

Pyrrha put her own weight down and sat up, stretching out all the stiffness she’d accumulated from lying on a thinly-padded metal bench. “You did well.”

Yang snorted. “Yeah, yeah. Rub it in. I’ll get you next time, Nikos.”

“I look forward to it,” Pyrrha said, smiling and offering her a hand up, “but until you do, I’m picking the restaurant and-”

“And paying the check, I know.” Yang let out an exaggerated sigh. “One of these times, I’m gonna take you to a club. A lot of clubs. And I’ll wear something so cute everyone’ll be jealous of you.” Her arms were still too noodle-y to take Pyrrha’s hand, but Yang thought she made a respectable effort of flopping them around. “But, really, how did you do that? ‘Cause I used to think your semblance was having flawless eyeshadow skills, but it’s got to be strength, right? Is that how you did it?”

Pyrrha wrapped an arm around her shoulders and helped her sit up. “In a sense, yes. My semblance is polarity.”

“So how do poles– oh. Oh wait… you can control metal? That’s cheating!” Yang glared through her sweat-spiked bangs. If Ruby or anyone else had pulled that kind of stunt, they’d be getting the noogie of a lifetime right about then. Once Yang could feel her arms, of course.

Pyrrha had the grace to look somewhat embarrassed. “Does dinner at seven work for you?” she asked, rubbing the back of her neck. “I’ll make the reservations.”

Yang pouted for a solid thirty seconds before she nodded. “Sure, it works fine. Now, let’s get going, I need a shower like you wouldn’t believe. ” She leaned over to plant a sloppy kiss on Pyrrha’s cheek. “And that is all you’re getting for tonight.”