Bumbleby Week Day 1: Domestic Bees
I’m so busy with everything but I really want to participate and so here we go with some oneshots!
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Waking up early was writ into Blake’s bones from her days as a travelling activist to her time as a soldier and now as a huntress. Still, just because one woke up didn’t mean they needed to rise, and she was oh so very warm and comfortable.
The bed and quilts folded around her frame snuggle and pressed against her was a living beacon of warm. The perfect mix of firm and soft, with a strong steady heartbeat that resounded with rhythmic familiarity.
“Mhmmm,” A voice familiar as her own moaned, wiggling under the sheets; the warmth beginning to pull away from her.
“Nooo,” Blake groaned, arm tightening in its python like hold the other sliding against soft, form fitting shorts to help lift the blonde and press her against Blake again.
“Blaaaake,” Yang yawned, licking her lips, “We gotta... Aaaaah... Get up...”
“Mff, no we don’t,” Blake retorted quietly, burying her face in Yang’s hair, the scent of sunflowers and sea salt an intoxicating combination to her senses.
Despite her words, Yang snuggled back against her, patting Blake’s arm, “Come on sweetheart, we need foooood.”
Blake briefly left the warmth of her pillow to nuzzles Yang’s neck, making her giggle delightfully, “That’s a better argument, how about we order breakfast in bed, hm?”
Turning to face her, Yang pecked her on the nose, “Oh, so you don’t want to see me sway and sing around the kitchen in an apron?”
Something rumbled in Blake’s throat, “Well, twist my arm, why don’t you,” Shh rolled Yang onto her, back, clambering atop the blonde as she did so.
“I can’t get up with you on top of me, ya know,” Yang said, smirking up at her.
“You’re strong, I have faith,” Blake kissed her brow, then her nose, one cheek and then the other, before resting her forehead against Yang’s.
“You know I love you right?”
“And I love you, always and forever.”
