Small scene from Brighter ch 07 https://archiveofourown.org/works/12929652/chapters/29546493

A different kind of battle ensued that night but, as always, they went all out on each other. After tearing Blake free of her uniform and that black lace underwear, the faunus found her back once again pressed against a rough bark. Without her clothes and Gambol Shroud, it scratched painfully at her back but Blake hardly cared, more concerned with the two fingers that drove into her core with hard, deep thrusts. A third followed and Blake clung tightly to Yang, nails making their own scratches into the blonde's back while sharpened teeth bit deep into her shoulder to muffle her scream as she came again.

Yang eventually got her turn to get a thorough taste of Blake, her breasts pressing down on Blake's stomach while she licked and buried her tongue into her sex. Meanwhile, Blake was getting a second helping as she returned the favor.

The end came within Yang's embrace, something that Blake was more than happy for. Leaning back against Yang's front, Blake was once again subjected to the other girl's fingers which curled and corkscrewed as far as they would go. While Yang lightly kissed the bruises along her neck – her own silent but heartfelt apologies for harming Blake -, her other hand delicately rubbed and scratched Blake's cat ears.

Such gentle but loving affection was enough to bring Blake to her last climax. She collapsed against Yang, completely spent, and the Huntress understood. Yang encircled her arms protectively around Blake, drawing her close, and she retrieved the largest article of their discarded clothes to throw over the both of them to use as an improvised blanket.

It was none other than the long, white tunic of Blake's uniform. Exhausted she may be, Blake was still able to catch the symbol of the White Fang: the red and vicious wolf head, complete with the claw marks.

So what did this all mean? Considering what had just occurred, nothing was going back to normal after this. Obviously she was going to be missing her flight but, even if she wasn't, Blake no longer felt any compulsion to follow the White Fang anymore. Then again, she couldn't say she had ever felt truly compelled to follow that cause for a while now.

It had simply been all that was left for her. It had become an organization of killers and she herself was such. There was no changing that. Many had died by her hands, the blood on her so thick that she could never hope to wash it off. Even if she dedicated the rest of her life into making amends for what she had done, there was no way she could possibly replace the lives that she had ended, even if the ones she will try to save for the years to come would vastly outnumber them.

Whether she would find true redemption or remain condemned due to her sins no longer mattered to her either. As she nuzzled against Yang, burying her face into the crook of her neck, she decided that just having a place to be at the side of the only person who truly understood her was enough for her. To be at Yang's side, to see for herself this love and understanding actually exist, that was more than enough for her.

That was something that she would die for. But, finally, she now had something that she also wanted to live and experience for as long as she could