Yang woke up with a great idea in her head. She quickly got up to get ready for the day. After brushing her teeth, she grabbed another brush and put on a little make up, mostly to hide the scars that she accidentally received in a shakeup one day way back when she was still a kid, playing with her younger sister. She spared a single look to her wild blonde mane before going for the "screw that" route.

After convincing herself that she was properly cleaned, she went back to her room to dress. She noticed the keys on her bedside table and chuckled a little to herself before opening her wardrobe.

Now. What to wear? Something that's alluring, but not too revealing, I guess. Tank top? Nah, it's not warm enough yet. Hmm, that skin-coloured vest is nice, but I need something over it. Maybe the black bolero. Yes, that works. Now, for my feet? Hmmm… Oh! That mini skirt! I haven't worn it in ages. What will I wear under that, though? Again, it's not too warm yet. Black stockings. Yes. Yes! Oh, Blakey's gonna lose her mind when she sees ya, hot stuff!

After taking the aforementioned pieces of clothing from the wardrobe and put them on herself, she started looking for accessories. In the end she settled for a simple brown belt with a golden buckle and a purple handkerchief that was dangling from said belt. She completed her outfit with a tear-shaped amethyst necklace that brought out the colour in her eyes. She admired herself in the mirror.

"Damn, girl, you're a hottie."

Yang turned around at the sound and in the doorway stood Blake, with her jet black hair tied in a ponytail, wearing a white long sleeved top that bared a bit of her toned stomach, and skin-tight black pants that drove Yang wild every time Blake wore them. From the pants, a half skirt covered her backside, something Yang never really liked about those pants. She felt it deprived her from witnessing the amazing derriere Blake had. On the other hand, though, that meant that Yang was the only one to fully get to see it, since it deprived other people from witnessing it, too. She most certainly liked the girl those pants were tightly embracing, though.

"Says the hottest girl in the building," she winked back at Blake, who responded with a smile. A rare sight to anyone but Yang, but so mesmerizingly beautiful that Yang was very happy to be the only one to receive those in abundance. The only person that got close to the amount of smiles Yang was receiving was Ruby, Yang's younger sister. Blake always loved her apparent innocence and child-like behaviour. Nevertheless, even Ruby got way less of that smile.

Encouraged by Blake's smile, the blonde strutted her way to her and pressed a kiss on the other girl's lips.

"I had an amazing idea for today, Blakey!"

"Yes?"

"I'll make us a romantic dinner tonight!" Yang was visibly excited about that. Blake, not so much, apparently.

"You mean 'I'll tell you what you're making for dinner because the last time I tried to cook I nearly burned down the whole building'?"

"Come on, honey! That was once! Can't you just let it go?"

"Sorry if I don't want to forget you're about as irresponsible while cooking as Ruby. Do you never wonder why she never cooks when we visit her and Weiss?"

Yang huffed. "Well, sorry if I wanted to make you a romantic dinner. And for the record, I can be super responsible when I try. To prove it, I'm making you a dinner and there's nothing you can do about it, Miss Belladonna!"

Blake chuckled to herself. "Remind me to pick up a pizza or two before I come home, then."

"Blake!"

"I'm joking, love. I trust you. Just remember, if this 'romantic dinner' turns into an inedible disaster and you trying to make up to me with that thing you do with your fingers…" Yang lecherously smiled at the thought while Blake shut her eyes for a moment, as if trying to remember the feeling she was describing, "And me trying to sound and look angry when you know I'm not, but I keep on playing the part still…" Blake trailed off, purring gently at the thought.

To say this was a rare occurrence would be an understatement of the century. There was only one person in the world that could make Blake Belladonna trail off. Yang Xiao Long. The little sun dragon. What a fitting name for someone like her. Someone that never cares about the consequences of her actions, that is able to shine brightly like the sun even when the days get dark as all hell. Someone whose fire in eyes could melt stone.

Blake really loved Yang, more than anything in the world. That was exactly the reason behind her letting herself trail off from time to time while with her.

Suddenly, while recalling the warm feelings from the previous night and a few nights before, Blake realized she was about to scold her unruly girlfriend before trailing off. She shook her head and noticed the stupid grin on her girlfriend's face. The stupid, sexy grin. Blake cleared her throat.

"Anyway, what I wanted to say was: this is your only chance. Don't blow it."

"Yang Xiao Long, blowing stuff up? Does that ever happen?"

Blake deadpanned: "Nope. Just all the time."

Yang puffed her cheeks again. "You're mean. I love you."

That brought a smile on Blake's face. "Same here, my cute little sun." As if to prove her statement, she pressed Yang's lips on hers with force, something she knew the blonde loved. Blake loved Yang for it too. It meant she didn't have to handle her like glass, unlike Ruby and Weiss, who were just so tender and gentle to each other, as if they'd break if they shared a fiercer kiss.

The kiss had to be broken apart, though, and Yang voiced her displeasure at this turn of events with a childish whimper that was not unlike real ones. "You know I have to go. You know this gives you time to prepare that romantic dinner. You know I'll be back."

Yang had to concede that her partner had the point, or rather several of them there. She quickly changed her demeanour. "Okay, okay, kitty cat, you go and make money like you always do. Leave the other stuff to me. You know nothing can go wrong when I'm taking care of things. Come on, off you go, then."

Blake smiled and gave Yang one more quick kiss before leaving to go to work. She opened the door and walked out of the apartment before turning around.

"I love your clothes, by the way, love. Makes you super sexy. Make sure you don't dirty them while cooking," she said with a wink before leaving for real. Yang found herself laughing to herself like an idiot while thinking of all the stuff she'd get to do with Blake after dinner. And all she had to do was not dirty herself and make a romantic dinner.

She quickly tried to compose a list of ingredients she needed for the dish. She went by memory. Okay, so I need seafood. Peppers, I know that was in. What else? Ummmm… Soy? Nah, screw that. I'm not feeding my kitty that crap. Zucchini. Yes, quite sure. Carrots. Onion and garlic, that goes without saying. Oyster sauce. Yes. If I'm going for a seafood dinner, I need oyster sauce. Do I need something else? Snow pea, maybe? I'll see when I get there.

Once she got it all written down on a piece of paper and stuffed said piece of paper in one of her pockets, she took Bumblebee's keys from her bedroom and got ready to leave for the store.

Once she started the bike, she felt amazing. She loved the scent of petrol burning through Bumblebee as it propelled her forward towards her goal. While driving her bike through the streets, Yang felt as free as a bird and felt invincible. She could only compare the euphoria of riding a bike to one thing, and that was riding Blake. Well, not so much riding her as hugging her, kissing her, squeezing her, undressing her, lick… You get the idea.

So naturally, she thought of Blake while riding her bike. She was also wondering if Blake was thinking of her while training all those people in the gym.

Blake was of course thinking about Yang all the time. When she was showing the clumsier customers how to use the machines in the gym, she'd be reminded of how Yang was when they first met. How she would be acting all dumb and stuff while still being able to make Blake feel something that wasn't pity. Was it her crass jokes, her open personality or her pretty sizeable cleavage? Blake didn't really know and didn't care at that point.

When Blake was greeting the more experienced gym visitors, she'd be reminded of how Yang's confidence always made her feel something between her legs. It also brought up memories that weren't exactly pleasant, like that one time when Yang nearly broke the treadmill because she felt it didn't go fast enough while failing to notice that she was using a treadmill that was blocked at a certain speed, that it was meant for beginners and not someone like her. Blake didn't like that memory too much, but it was still a memory of Yang, and that was enough for her.

The day was a bit slow, though, and Blake didn't have much in the way of working as a trainer. It looked more like she was almost alone in the gym, for some reason. While irritated at first, she quickly realized it was a great way for her to have a relaxed fitness session, something she barely had time for with the gym usually being quite crowded, leading to Blake being needed all over the place and helping the inexperienced visitors.

While lifting the weights, Blake unwillingly worried about Yang and her kitchen work. Not that she didn't trust the fiery blonde, but her cooking skills were subpar at best. Somehow Blake was worried that the dish Yang chose wouldn't be to her liking. It was a safe bet that the dish would be something fairly simple to make, in the effort to minimize the damage. But Yang also said it'd be a romantic dinner. How does one make a simple dish into a romantic dinner? Surely Yang would need more than a few scented candles to conjure a romantic atmosphere.

After the lifting, the dumbbells, the treadmill and a few other exercises, Blake realized that she was going for over an hour, yet in that hour, her mind never strayed from her girlfriend and her plans. Being all sweaty, she decided she needed a shower. Luckily for her, the employees had a bathroom that was separate from the public one, minimizing the threat of perverts that were, sad as it was for Blake to admit, very common in gyms. They were the reason Blake always locked the bathroom door.

She quickly undressed and checked herself out in the mirror, looking for any excess or not firm skin. After making sure there was none of that, she smiled happily and entered the shower.

As she turned the shower on and the drops started falling on her, her thoughts unwillingly shot back to Yang and how she'd always try to join her while showering, the minx. From time to time Blake would allow her the pleasure of that, and inevitably Yang joining resulted in hot shower loving.

Blake's mind shot back to the last time Yang showered with her. While thinking, her hands stopped scrubbing her body and brushed over her breasts, making Blake notice her nipples hardened. Almost instinctively, Blake's left hand closed on one of her breasts and started kneading the firm skin while her right started moving down her torso, only barely stopping before reaching her pelvis.

Wild thoughts of Yang and the usage of her fingers in a way Blake thought wasn't even possible and even if so, probably illegal, started shooting through Blake's body and she didn't struggle as her knees gave way and she was forced to position her beautifully curved rump on the cold shower floor. She then continued her right hand's journey to her centre while still kneading her breasts with her left, the fire of want deep inside her burning brighter than the sun.

After running a few circles with the right index finger around her mound, she closed in on the most sensitive nub on her body. A shiver pulsed through her body as her warm finger made first contact with the gentle part and her breath hitched. Her pleasure got more intense with each passing second and each new image of Yang she conjured in her mind.

Her breast-kneading hand moved a bit upwards to pinch her nipple, which, combined with the slight movement of her nub-caressing hand made her moan silently. Blake nearly berated herself for almost being too loud for a public space like a gym bathroom, even a trainer-only one. Yet the feeling was just so good, especially augmented with thoughts of her beautiful, sexy girlfriend.

Her rhythm steadily increased over time, turning her stifled moans into louder, though still barely audible ones, and then into louder and louder moans until Blake was pretty sure anyone that would accidentally walk into the bathroom would hear. She mentally congratulated herself on being smart enough to lock the door behind her, or rather would have if her thoughts didn't start getting clouded by insatiable hunger for her release. She started moving more and more rapidly, pinching her nipple hard from time to time.

She also changed her right hand's position in a way that now her thumb was massaging the sensitive clitoris while her index and middle finger were positioned on her actual entrance. Her index was prodding the surface a bit before Blake decided to go all out and plunge both of them into the moist and eager hole at once, sending a jolt of pure bliss up her body.

A few minutes and speedups later, she was finally nearing the end. Her breath was ragged and sudden, her hands were working on overdrive and her mouth was letting out moans of pleasure. She didn't even care if someone heard her at that point. She was searching for that slight movement that would push her over the edge. The movement turned out to be the slight retraction of her point finger inside her vagina that brushed the G-spot just a bit more than it did before, which allowed her to reach the climax, and that in turn jolted her body upwards a few times while a single, long moan that conveyed blissful pleasure echoed through the empty bathroom.

After calming down, Blake cleaned the juices from her body and shower and stopped the water soon after. She then quickly dried herself off and dressed, suddenly aware that her shower turned into a long break that could result in a crowded gym. She hoped that wasn't the case. Unfortunately, when she opened the door and stepped into the gym, it was no longer almost empty. The people decided to show up late that day. Blake's frustration was obvious. While she didn't hate her job, she wasn't too keen on loudmouths, either. Blake then sadly remembered that loudmouths and braggarts are a common occurrence. Yang, I'm counting on you. Don't disappoint me, please.

Yang arrived home with all the ingredients she needed for her romantic dinner. The ingredients included scented candles and some other incense. It wasn't going to go in the food, though. Yang knew that much.

She put the assorted vegetables and seafood in the fridge when she realized she had no clue whatsoever about how to make all that into her meal. She nearly panicked when her phone rang.

"Hello there, Yang speaking!"

"Hey, Yang. I needed you."

"Ice Queen! How are you today? And you need me? For what?"

Weiss answered in mild frustration and with a sigh. "First, stop calling me Ice Queen already. Second, I could have been better, which, third, is the reason why I'm calling you."

"Oh, get off it, Weiss. You know you love that nickname just as much as I do."

"I really, really don't. But that's beside the point."

"Sure. You said you needed me. Is something wrong?"

"Well, I am a little scared about Ruby."

"What did she do now?" Yang's voice conveyed worry beyond belief. Even if she loved Blake more than anything, Ruby was still her sister.

"Oh, she did nothing, really. That's the problem."

"You mean she's not the hyperactive woman acting like a ten year old?"

"That's exactly what I'm saying. She's all lazy today. I checked her temperature and she doesn't have a fever. I did everything that I could do at home, but she showed no signs of any disease or whatever. She just won't bounce around like she usually does, and frankly, it's scaring me and I miss it a little."

Yang burst out laughing. Weiss' irritated voice spoke back. "What's so funny, Xiao Long?"

Yang answered, still laughing. "Oh, you're so precious! I knew you love her bouncing around, no matter how hard you tried to deny it or whatever."

"That doesn't help right now," came the renewed frustrated voice from the other side.

"Listen, Ice Queen, all you have to do is give her a glass of milk. I bet she told you that herself a few times already."

"So now I'm her servant? Why wouldn't she get a glass of milk herself?"

A light chuckle. "Beats me. All I know is you have to bring her that and she'll be your lovely bouncy ball of energy as per usual in no time."

"Well… I'll take your word for it. Thank you."

"Anytime, Ice Queen."

"Stop calling me that. Goodbye."

"Whatever. Bye!"

Yang put the phone down on the club table, chuckling to herself. She then leaned back on her couch and put her hands behind her head, exhaling loudly.

Then Yang slapped herself on the forehead as she remembered. Weiss could help me. I'm 100% she knows how to make it. She wanted to pick up the phone, but decided against it since they barely finished their talk and doubtless the duo had some steam to blow off. Also, Blake won't be home before six and it's only noon. I'll just watch some TV for a while.

Yang turned on the set and started sifting through the myriad of channels at her disposal. In the end she settled on one of those survival shows.

About half an hour passed when her phone rang again. Weiss again. "Brief me, Ice Queen."

"I told you to drop that!", came an angry, if slightly tired voice in reply.

"Sorry, not sorry. Also, you sound slightly out of wind."

"Yes. Turns out you were right about Ruby."

"'course I was. So I take it you just left the bedroom?"

"Why, you uncouth…" That was all the answer Yang needed. She started laughing heartily. "Will you stop giggling like an idiot?"

"Your voice is very cute when you're mad. Does Ruby ever tell you that?"

"Xiao Long, drop it this instant!"

In that moment, Yang remembered she needed to talk to Weiss about something. "Oh. Yeah. Dropping it right now. Listen, I need to ask you a favour."

"Hm? If this is another one of your 'I need half your money so I can buy useless stuff' favours..."

"No, no, nothing like that. I need your help with cooking a certain something for my certain someone."

"Oh, a romantic dinner? Yang Xiao Long, did you go soft?"

"Hey, you told me to drop it, that doesn't mean you get to pick it up!"

Weiss giggled. "It was there for the taking. So, what are you planning on making?"

Yang told Weiss what she bought and what she planned on doing.

"You sure about that? The dish doesn't exactly scream 'romantic' if you ask me, Yang."

"Oh, I know how to make it romantic, don't worry about that."

"In that case… When is she coming back?"

"Around six."

"Fine. For now, chop the vegetables and the seafood in small pieces and put them in the fridge afterwards. Call me at around five for further information."

"You got yourself a deal, Ice Queen."

"Call me that one more time and you can make your own damn food."

"Jeez. Light up a little. Anyway, thank you so much, I love you, thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"Don't thank me just yet. You still have to make it. Later, then!"

A wide grin danced around Yang's face as she put the phone down. She waited until the show she was watching earlier ended and then set to chop the food into small, bite-sized chunks.

Blake was left with the task of closing down the gym. Again. Which meant she had to wait for everyone to leave, then check every room in the gym twice more before finally being allowed to lock it and go home.

However, after checking the rooms, she would almost never go home directly. A quick shower to wash her sweat away always felt nice. Even if she did wash herself earlier that day, and knowing that showering to often was bad for the skin, the droplets on her body gave her that sense of calm, of purity, of peace. The end of the day shower went by much quicker than the first one, with Blake just quickly rinsing herself as to not waste any more time than absolutely necessary. Even if she didn't trust Yang completely with her cooking, she was looking forward to the meal. The mere notion of finally seeing her again made her stomach flutter and brought a smile to her face.

As she was walking towards her car, she was toying with the thought of bringing home a pizza box, even if empty. Yang would know it was a light hearted jab, probably. But there was that small chance that she'd take it as an insult. Yang barely ever took anything as an insult, but when she did, the person that insulted her never spoke to her again. Well, except for her fists, though you could say that was a very one-sided conversation. In the end, Blake decided not to poke her sleeping dragon.

She decided she should bring something home nonetheless. Luckily the gym closed at around five, so the shops weren't closed yet. She went into one of the liquor shops and bought a bottle of Alsatian Gewürztraminer. Blake heard somewhere that that wine went well with seafood and knowing Yang and her usually cheeky mood, she was pretty sure that she'd make something with it.

Handling the not-really-that-cheap bottle of wine carefully, she sat back in the car and, after making sure the bottle would not break or topple, started the car to continue her trip home.

I might be getting too fancy for this. It's just a dinner, not a bloody banquet. Not to mention I'm not dressed to be fancy at all, Blake glanced at her attire. While Yang loves these clothes, they really aren't too formal. Then again, we're having a private dinner at home.

She reached her apartment building not too long after. She saw that the lights in her apartment were off, but that the curtain slightly moved. She was waiting for me, Blake mused. When she puts her mind to it, she can actually be pretty romantic.

The thing that Blake hated about their apartment the most was that it was on the seventh floor in a building so old it didn't have an elevator. Once we get enough money, we must move from this hole. She slowly started her ascent, bottle of wine in hand. She was walking slowly on purpose, just so she'd give Yang more time to prepare the last details.

Soon enough, she was standing in front of her door. Should I ring or should I just enter? A playful smirk came on her face. Let's make her work a bit more. She rang the bell once and waited.

"Coming!", came the cheery, unmistakable voice from the other side. The door opened a few seconds later and there she stood, in the same clothes she wore in the morning before Blake left, looking absolutely stunning with a huge smile plastered across her face.

Yang Xiao Long was the embodiment of perfection for Blake. She gazed at her face, noticing the immaculately coloured lips, perfectly accentuated eyelashes and a foundation applied more carefully than Blake would ever give her credit for. She couldn't help but kiss those perfect lips even before greeting.

As they separated, there was a wide grin on Yang's face. "Hey, kitty. You're finally back. Come on in," she held out a hand tentatively. Blake eagerly accepted as Yang brought her in.

The scent of cockles and oysters filled Blake's nose immediately. She thanked her judgment that made her buy that wine. Then she noticed that there were candles lit all the way to the dining table and each of them emanated a very faint lavender aroma.

As she was taken closer to the table, Blake noticed that the food was already on it. Whatever Yang made was very colourful and looked delicious. Yang seated her down and placed the chair closer to the table. After Yang let go of her hand, Blake looked in the bowl in the middle of the table to finally see what Yang made, and it was…

Chopsuey?

"Yang…"

"Hush, Blake. I know it doesn't look like much, but it has some special ingredients. It's different. Trust me." Yang pressed a kiss on Blake's cheek and sat down herself before putting food on Blake's plate, followed by her own.

When the plates were full, Yang waited for Blake to take a first bite. The brunette put a piece of carrot and a mussel on a fork and put that in her mouth. Yang watched her in anticipation, hoping that the reaction would be the one she was expecting.

Blake chewed the food for a few seconds, eyes closed. Suddenly her eyes opened and she let out a small gasp.

"Is it that bad, Blake?" Yang was scared at that point. Damn it, don't make me call the ambulance because of my cooking, not today, please!

Blake gulped the food down, then spoke slowly. "Yang. This is… Sublime. Remind me… To thank… Weiss tomorrow." The closer she got to the end, the more she was smiling. When she said the last word, she erupted in full blown laughter.

"How did you know…?"

Yang sat there, mouth agape, while Blake was laughing harder than Yang has ever heard her laugh before. The laugh was so intense that after a while none of them really knew what to do, but Blake still kept on laughing.

Yang crossed her hands over her chest when Blake finally stopped and spoke with not very hidden anger.

"That was mean, you know. I didn't expect that from you."

Blake noticed the stern look on Yang's face and immediately regretted her actions. "Oh, sorry, Yang! You know I didn't mean it like that, don't you? I love you. I really do. And I love this meal. I'm so sorry. It's really, really great."

"Ha! Gotcha!" Now Yang was the one with a wide smile, though she didn't lose it like Blake before. "To be honest, it really was Weiss who helped me. But that doesn't mean it wasn't prepared with love."

"I never wanted to say that, Yang. Also, this act was also mean."

"We're two mean bastards, aren't we?", Yang said with the same grin as before. Blake answered with a grin of her own.

"Come on, let's eat this delicious chopsuey."

Yang nodded and dug into her plate. The girls poured each other a glass or two of wine while eating, then giggled at a story the other one told, occasionally they just held their hands for a moment and simply stared into each other's eyes, and before too long, the bottle and the plates were empty. Yang stood up and went over to Blake, knelt before her and kissed her cheek.

"Now, Blakey, that you're fed, I'll ask you to wait here for a moment. I'll call you when I need you, okay?"

"Yang, what are you planning?"

"Shh, just wait here like a good kitty cat and I'll call you." With another short kiss to the cheek, Yang stood up and set for the bedroom. Blake's eyes glistened at that and she almost wanted to go straight after Yang, but she convinced herself to wait and respect her wish.

After what seemed like ages, Yang's voice finally came from the bedroom. Blake stood up, prepared for the worst, took a deep breath and entered, expecting naked Yang. Instead she found…

Yang on one knee with a small box in hand? Blake's breath hitched and she instinctively brought her hands to her face.

"Blake Belladonna," Yang started, "I love you more than everything in this world. I'd like to think you feel the same about me. I want you to always be with me, no matter what." With those words, she opened the jewellery box and in it there was a ring of white gold, adorned with three coloured gemstones. "I know this doesn't look like much, but I couldn't go for much more. Still, the emotions this ring conveys mean more than words ever could. Blake Belladonna, my dear kitty cat, would you be my wife?"

A single tear ran down Blake's surprised face as she was listening to Yang's confession. For a moment after the fiery blonde asked the question, she didn't know how to respond to it. Her hands left her face and her mouth was open, but she couldn't say anything.

"Blake? You okay? Remnant to Blake?"

"Yes!", she was finally able to say. "Yes, yes, so much yes, Yang! I love you so much!" She jumped at Yang before she could stand up and Yang had to put up all her strength not to fall. "I love you so much, I really do. I could never live without you, not any longer. I want to stay with you forever and a day. I will be your wife. I promise." After her own confession, she showered the blonde in kisses as Yang returned the favour.

Finally, the brunette let go and the girls could stand up again. Yang put the ring on Blake's right ring finger and after letting her admire it for a moment, whispered in her ear.

"So, about that thing you promised me if I don't get my clothes dirty…" Blake only gave a short laugh before grabbing Yang's vest and pulling her down on the bed.

"I swear, Yang Xiao Long, this will be a night you won't ever forget," she said with her best bedroom voice.

"Just the way I like it, then," Yang replied with a wink.

Happy (belated) birthday, CHOPSWEE! Really sorry I couldn't make it in time, but it's here now, so, I guess...

Thank you all for reading! See you next time!