“ you did, genius, ” she says between fiery kisses. once they become too overwhelming for her lungs ( and the space between her legs, but she can’t exactly acknowledge that in the school hallways full of cameras ), she pauses to take a deep breath, huffing for air as if her life depends on it and staring yang in those beautiful lavender pools, breathless. “ i missed you, too, yang. fuck. ”
despite bringing the sudden makeout session to a halt, her affection doesn’t stop there. it continues down her girlfriend’s neck, coco’s head tilting to press desperate kisses to the unmarked skin, to claim it once again as hers. she can taste sunny dragon’s pulse racing beneath her tongue when she gets a bit too eager. and that’s when, again, she forces herself to cease dangerous actions that threaten to explode into full blown intercourse in the hallway.
coco clears her throat and plants another kiss onto the blonde’s lips. this time though, it’s an extended liplock. it lingers, and the brunette gives herself the time required to breathe in yang’s scent ( like oil and sweat and the distinct smell of iron ), sigh pent up emotion contently into her mouth, take all of her in in a way she’d not done since ages ago in the dorm rooms of beacon academy. when she parts from the kiss, coco groans almost needily ( and you can hear her desperation for more in the sound ), but she relents.
“ baaaby, ” she coos, arms receding from around yang’s neck so that bare hands can come to rest on that face full of sunshine she’s thought about for literal years at this point. thumbs brush over her beloved’s lovestruck visage, somehow seeming more mature than it once was. coco’s first thought is that maybe the trauma did it, mentally aged yang beyond her years, but she knows better than that — she knows that yang’s more than powerful enough to mature on her own, grow stronger and overcome every obstacle in her way like an olympic champion ( and sportsmanship be damned, yang xiao long deserves every first place medal in existence. after all, they were crafted from her very essence ! gold. ).
when she’s finally regained her breath, she smiles once more, that charming grin reflecting back all the happiness yang brings to her life. “ what— what are you doing here? are your teammates here, too? ” and despite the overwhelming adoration pouring out of her in the moment, there’s a voice haunting the back of her head that tells her she’s not here for you, coco. her smile falls partially.
you wouldn’t think coco asked a question at all from yang’s reaction. her hands are altogether too busy relearning the curves of coco’s body (it’s chaste! they never went under clothes! she’ll insist, when some professor or another splits them apart for publicly lewd behaviour). hours and hours overhead in an uncomfortable airship led to this, and yang intends to get her money’s worth, so to speak. for how restless she’d been on the flight, antsy and excited and even nervous as if there had been the slightest chance coco had forgotten her, she knew her teammates wouldn’t forgive her if she didn’t.
“ not just my team, ” yang manages to huff between ragged, adoring breaths. her hands have long since reached the hands on her face, peeling them from her cheeks so she can press kisses to palms and fingers. they taste like sweat and the unbearable weight of a full heart. coco’s being kept pinned against that corridor wall by the sheer strength of yang’s hips and thighs alone, further damaging the good old chastity case should they be caught in such a risqué situation. “ there’s jaune and nora and ren too. and some strays we picked up along the way. ” they’ve turned into a regular dungeons and dragons party, and yang doesn’t know how to begin to explain how they came to be in the company of a teenage boy and a cranky old aged pensioner both.
“ it’s a long story, and i’ll tell you all about it, but first, ” there’s only a kiss at first, deep and desperate and divine and full of every promise yang ever made to see coco again some day. then, yang releases her hands, and places her own on coco’s face. calloused fingertips trace the shape of her smile, and cheeky thumbs tuck around the edge of her shades, just enough for yang to get a tiny peek at the treasures that lie behind them. it’s like looking on god for the first time, when you’ve been searching for her your entire life.
“ take me somewhere private so i can look at your big, beautiful, brown eyes, baby. ”
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