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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      RWBY
  Relationship:
      Nora_Valkyrie/Yang_Xiao_Long
  Character:
      Yang_Xiao_Long, Nora_Valkyrie, mentions_of_other_characters
  Additional Tags:
      The_other_parts_of_team_RWBY_and_JNPR_will_show_up_sometime, CRDL_isn't
      going_to_be_used_beyond_this_chapter_except_as_a_punching_bag, RWBY_-
      Freeform, Team_Collateral_Damage_-_Freeform, Pink_Lemonade_(RWBY), pink
      lemonade_-_Freeform, NSFW, Shower_Sex, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot
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      Published: 2016-07-30 Chapters: 2/? Words: 1851
****** Team Collateral Damage, or How Yang and Nora found an Unexpected Way to
Spend Their Time ******
by Isaac_Wolfe_Grisham
Summary
     Written as a late birthday gift for Joeyandhisimaginaryfriends on
     tumblr. I'm sorry this is so late! I promised this a while ago! Happy
     belated birthday, Joey! (or should I say Jaune? Maybe the Drunk
     Uncle? Hehe)
     This will turn into smut in the near future, in a second chapter.
     (I'll get around to that eventually, haha.)
     This is a Yang/Nora fic, if it wasn't obvious from the title.
Notes
     Happy Birthday, Joey!
***** Chapter 1 *****
Yang had never been so out of her league. Never.
Even with all her self-proclaimed life experience, her time on the streets and
taking care of Ruby, she had never been prepared for this, never taught
anything regarding this predicament besides learning from example and osmosis.
She had never expected to fall head-over-heels for someone, let alone the
orange-haired vixen on team JNPR.
Nora Valkyrie.
Yang's pencil tapped impatiently against her leg as she waited for her turn in
the sparring arena, watching Pyrrha with a passive interest as she made quick
work of the entirety of Team CRDL. Even as she observed the seemingly already-
decided match (CRDL never seemed to be able to work as a cohesive unit, which
most people took advantage of in a fight), her mind was elsewhere. She'd never
had formal experience with romance, let alone feeling, well, anything more than
platonic things for people. Up until this point, she'd considered herself
pretty much aro; She'd never needed love, or a relationship, and she'd never
had those sorts of emotions anyway. Everything was always platonic or sisterly
with Yang. She knew that even aromantic people could have romantic feelings for
someone, but they were rare and hard to form even under the best of
circumstances. Yang fell under that category, no doubt. So why did Nora, of all
people, make her feel like if she jumped off of Beacon Cliff she would fly
instead of fall? The answer still escaped her even as the pencil tapped faster,
the metal tip where the eraser should be (she had already used it on a drawing)
bit into her leg.
She needed to let off some steam before she literally, well, let off steam. No,
really, if she got too antsy her hair would start emitting steam and her skin
would heat up too much for anyone to even get close. She needed a good fight
with someone.
Finally, as Pyrrha dispatched Cardin with a glancing blow off her shield, her
name was announced by Glynda, and Yang almost fell out of her seat trying to
get up and get fighting. She gave Pyrrha a "Good match!" and a high five as she
passed her on her way down, a nervous smile and returned gesture the Greeks'
only response.
As Yang took center stage and fell back into her comfort zone, she knew who she
wanted to spar with. When she mentioned the name to the presiding Huntress, she
looked surprised, but didn't question her request. It wasn't the most off she'd
ever heard, and besides, JNPR and RWBY tended to work well together no matter
the circumstance, and it seemed like a good opportunity to see how their styles
clashed.
The orange-haired huntress-in-training took almost no time getting into the
ring, Magnhild already unfolded and in hammer form as she stood at the ready,
only in need of a single word to get going. Yang smirked; This would be easy,
despite her own growing and confusing feelings for the girl, since this was
just a sparring match. No one would get badly hurt, besides the usual scratches
and bruises that faded soon after.
Even as the buzzer sounded to start, and they both took off like bolts of fire
and lightning, Yang knew that she had to keep herself in check. She was antsy,
and that meant her judgement had a way to cloud more easily, and for her to let
herself get carried away. This wasn't Junior's club, she reminded herself as
she threw punches and launched bullets, blocked blows, she couldn't wreck the
place and get away with it. She wasn't fighting goons, or criminals, but a
fellow teammate. Nora.
They fought explosively, used every tactic they could think of to throw off the
other, even as the classes' allotted time ran out and the bell rung, they kept
at it, the spectators entranced by the almost-endless battle of will and
strength. The floor became littered with holes and craters as Yang let loose,
Nora shooting off her own blasts out of Magnhild, dancing around the ruined
room, interlocking and jumping back.
Their aura seemed to be in endless supply, as it never fell into the red. The
only thing that finally ended the match was their own physical limits, their
bodies exhausted and spread too thin, drenched in sweat and sore as they fell
on their backs side by side, breaths heavy and sides heaving.
They didn't notice everyone cheering, shouting about their performance, wanting
an encore of such a brilliant match. Suddenly, though, a laugh bubbled up from
Yang; Unrestrained, unexpected, and full of snorts and giggles that the
huntress-in-training joined in on, happiness and tired contentedness growing
between them as they took in the havoc they had brought upon the arena.
Even Glynda seemed impressed by the match, which was extremely hard to do, let
alone get a reaction out of her that wasn't criticism. A small smile was on her
face as she declared the match a draw, and for everyone to hurry out of there
so she could clean up the damage for the next class.
***** Here you go, have some sin *****
Chapter Summary
     Here's that smut I promised, ya thirsty drunk. (Make sure to remind
     me to get that Night Vale flask, Joey. I'm adding that to Qrow.)
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
After the match, Yang was more than happy to accompany Nora to the dorm
showers, hoping to relax under a cold spray and let some of the heat from her
semblance wash away with her shampoo. Besides, she was sticky and gross and
honestly, she could use a shower.
She made simple conversation as they walked along the carpeted floor of the
hallway, lavishing compliments on the girl and pointing out areas of
improvement she could work on. Nora returned the favor, in a sense, but she
seemed more subdued than usual.
"What's up, Nora?" Yang asked as she opened the door to the communal showers,
throwing her towel over a stall door and pulling off her sweat-soaked clothes.
She didn't particularly care if the girl saw her; It was a body, everyone had
one, and there was no sense in worrying over it.
"What do you mean? I'm perfectly fine! Everything's fine! Nothing wrong here!"
Nora said, her voice pitching up with her last sentence and face flushing at
the sight of Yang unabashedly striping. No, bad Nora, no sexytime thoughts, she
doesn't even like you, like you, and she's said she's aro, don't even think
about it- She turned away as she derailed her train of thought, quickly
shedding her own garments in favor of stepping into the shower and cranking the
spray up to full blast.
Of course, Yang didn't believe her. All her tells pointed at nervousness, like
something was causing her distress. And she was going to get to the bottom of
it.
"Nora, I know something's wrong. You only get like this when something's
bothering you." Yang called over the sound of the water, and when she didn't
get a response, she peeled off the rest of her clothes and yanked the door
open, gaining a squeak from the orange-haired girl in the stall as a naked Yang
stared her down.
Yang, as set as she was on helping, failed to notice some key things as she
stepped into the shower and shut the door behind her with a soft click of the
lock. One was that Nora's hand was surreptitiously trying to make its way back
up from between her legs. Two, that her face was flushed and her expression
wide-eyed, and not just from the cold water and Yang stepping in unannounced.
And three, that her breath was coming in soft pants, despite the fact that she
had long since cooled down from their sparring and shouldn't have been out of
breath in the least.
Even as Yang stayed oblivious, Nora did not. In fact, she couldn't seem to keep
her eyes from wandering, only to snap them back up to Yang's face, where a
smirk resided. Even as she traced her curves mentally and imagined ravishing
her, Yang couldn't help but make a quip that snapped her back from her
thoughts.
"Like what you see, Valkyrie?" It was so cliche, that line, but even as Yang
puffed out her ample chest proudly and cocked her hip with a grin, Nora felt
herself flush at the thought of just pushing the taller against the wall and
taking her right then and there. There was no one else here, who would catch
them? And no one else was going to use these showers besides them, since the
others tended to prefer a private bathroom for their own use-
Next thing she knew, she was pressing her up against the stall door, mouth
pressed firmly against the blonde's in a heated kiss, one that was easily
reciprocated and returned with a surprising amount of heat, even for the
dragon. Yang's hands wandered, given permission by Nora's own guiding them down
her sides, stroking and squeezing and stoking a heat which made her groan into
the taller's lips.
Nora gave into the heat, breaking the kiss and biting down Yang's neck, leaving
flushed marks, red flowers blooming against tanned skin. She bit lower, leaving
more evidence on the tops of her breasts, taking a nipple into her mouth and
sucking harshly, even as a cry left Yang's lips at the rough treatment to such
a sensitive part of her. She made sure to leave bitemarks and hickeys down the
length of her body, owning her, claiming her, making sure everyone knew that
she was hers. Yang shook and trembled against Nora, stripped down to heat and
pleasure, hands grasping shoulders as slick fingers slipped inside her
entrance, roughly thrusting upward, body rutting shamelessly against the digits
inside her. Two fingers, and when she begged for more, a third was added, thumb
trailing upward to attack her clit, leaving her breathless against her
shoulder, gasps and moans spilling out shamelessly.
Yang arched against her, and Nora took a sort of pride in how she could make
the normally unshakable girl fall apart under her hands, begging for a release
that was just out of reach. Just as Yang was about to reach her peak, warning
her with a muffled cry, Nora went all out; fingers speeding up and thumb coming
to abuse her already-sore clit, pushing her over the edge with the onslaught
and not stopping until Yang had to push her off, her body over-sensitive and
overwhelmed even as she trembled and quim slid down her thighs and her vision
still coated in white and stars from her orgasm.
She would've collapsed if not for Nora holding her up, since her shaking legs
refused to support her own weight. Even as she slipped down onto the tiled
floor, exhausted from both her match and the sudden sex, she knew she had to
repay Nora somehow.
I'll think of someway to return the favor, Yang thought, feeling more than
seeing the other cleaning her up and drying her off. I'll come up with
something.
When Yang came to, she was laying in her bed, safely in her dorm, the moon
shining through the window as she curled up among her blankets.
Chapter End Notes
     So, while writing this, I decided I'll eventually write a third
     chapter, with even more sin where that came from. Not right now, it's
     2:15 in the morning, but maybe sometime tomorrow or the next day.
     Look out for that!
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