An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“So, what’s this one about?” Yang asked, fingers brushing gently through Blake’s hair.
They were on the cooler in the ice cream truck – the sun just low enough in the sky to heat the truck like an oven and warrant laying on the cool stainless steel. Yang sat with her back against the wall as Blake laid across the cooler, her head resting in Yang’s lap as she read.
It had become a bit of a regular occurrence over the past few weeks; Yang keeping her company on the slower days, trying to squeeze in as much time together as possible as the days flew by. And Yang always asked about her books every time she noticed a change of title.
Which had been only slightly embarrassing when she had been finishing up the final book in the Ninja’s of Love series.
Blake smiled, lowering the book just enough to peek up at Yang. “What do you think it’s about?”
Yang chuckled. “You asking me to judge a book by its cover, Belladonna?”
Blake quickly marked her page and closed the book, turning it and holding it over her chest so Yang could only see the cover. She grinned. “Yes.”