THIS IS NO LONGER THE END. I WILL BE ADDING MORE EVENTUALLY

"Man, is it good to be home!" Yang exclaimed as she flopped down onto Blake's bed and let out a contented sigh. The Faunus smiled and wordlessly hobbled over to the window, taking a deep breath of the cool evening air that wafted gently through the trees. Black tresses danced across her cheeks and neck, tickling her slightly and sending shivers through her body, though it was a welcome change from the stuffiness of their hospital room.

She turned back to see Yang still stretched out luxuriously on her bed, staring up at her partner as she wordlessly beckoned for Blake to join her.

The Faunus rolled her eyes. "Really Yang? You just got released from the hospital, and all you can think about is bedtime?"

The blonde grinned. "Aww, come on Blakey. I missed my kitty cuddles."

Blake sighed. Thank god Ruby and Weiss weren't here for that verbal abomination.

The other half of team RWBY had insisted on bringing their teammates' food up to the room despite Blake's protests. Ruby had been adamant that they were to do as little work as possible until they'd both fully recovered, and Weiss had simply nodded along, knowing better than to argue with Ruby when it came to a teammate's – and more importantly, sister's – health. Soon after, they had retreated to the library at Ruby's suggestion, both to study, and to give Blake and Yang some much needed time alone.

Blake considered playing coy with her girlfriend, but in truth, she longed for the feeling of Yang's body pressed against her own, of strong arms wrapped around her as she slept, of the tender, loving caresses of sleepless nights when they would lie silently in each other's arms.

"Alright Yang, you win. But at least get changed first."

The blonde nodded and slowly rose from the bed with a yawn. The pair changed in silence, until the sight of Yang peeling off her yellow tank top caught Blake's eye.

As the milky skin of Yang's back came into view, so too did the scar tissue that wound its way down her spine, a constant reminder of the pain of the last few days.

The blonde jumped as cold fingers made contact with her skin and shivered as they began slowly tracing the outline of her wound.

"You know," Blake began softly. "You could probably have surgery to get rid of these." The Faunus noticed a frown begin to grow on her partner's lips and hastily added. "Not that I think you should...of course...I'm fine with them...just if you wanted to-"

"Blake." Yang cut her off, a seriousness in her voice that Blake was not used to. The blonde turned to face her partner and placed both hands on her hips. "I got these scars while fighting the man who hurt you, who I swore to kill." She reached up to gently stroke Blake's cheek. "I got these for you, kitten. I'm keeping them."

Tears welled in Blake's eyes. "Yang-" But the brawler silenced her once more, this time with a kiss, warm and slow and tender as she'd ever felt, and Blake instantly melted into Yang's lips.

One thing about Yang at which her girlfriend still marvelled, even after all this time, was Yang's ability to ensnare her senses, and seemingly replace them with her own. Blake still felt the spark every time their lips met, her chest still fluttered at the sensation of Yang both grounding her like an anchor, and carrying her away on a flying current.

However, the pair broke apart before they allowed passion to take over, the nurse's words regarding strenuous activity still ringing irritatingly in their ears. So Blake simply took her lover's hand and led her over to their bed. When did I start thinking of it as our bed?

But as Yang snuggled into her and planted a kiss on the base of her neck with a whisper, "I love you kitten." it became quite obvious to Blake: Everything was theirs.

Their love, their pain, their anger, their passion, even their bed.

Right now, the world was only the two of them. The White Fang, Raven, the submarine plot...those were problems for another day, and tonight...

They'd earned the rest.

ONCE AGAIN, DON'T GIVE UP ON ME YET!