Nah, that's boring. Teleport!

A mental command prompts your powers to dress you in your old clothes, and by the time the fourth ring was chiming, you warp your way back to the Beacon Dorms. Silencing the offending gadget and sliding it into your pocket as you touch down on the carpeted floor of the hallway, you scan the dormitories seeking Yang's presence. Unsurprisingly, she's in her room and apparently she had stayed up all night waiting on you, if her currently slumbering teammates were any indication.

It takes little time at all to arrive at their door, your fingers rapping on the polished wood with a soft knock. A few moments later it swings open with a soft creak, revealing a pair of livid red eyes glaring into yours. Had she not been literally radiating murderous intent, you would've had all of your attention on the loose, overly-large yellow t-shirt she used as pajamas. A quick glance to her lovely legs suggested she wasn't wearing shorts beneath that shirttail either. Then again, this was Yang; she could make anything sexy.

"Where the Hell have you been?" hissed Yang. "I've been trying to call you all night!"

"Relax, or do you want to wake your team?" you whisper back as you glance into the darkness of her dorm.

She seems to get the message and with a huff, steps out into the hallway to join you, the door shutting behind her with a soft click.

"Alright fine. Now talk," she demands, arms crossed.

You raise your hands up in defense, an embarrassed smile on your face.

"I'm sorry I made you worry. I was in enemy territory and had to shut off my Scroll, but at least we won't be seeing much of Torchwick anymore."

"Eh? How'd you manage that?" Yang asks in disbelief.

"A fat sum of money and threat of ****," you answer nonchalantly. "Frankly, I'm surprised he didn't put up more of a fight."

"Uh huh..." she says crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow. "And how much money was that?"

"About a small fortune's worth. What can I say? Guy is a greedy prick."

"And how do you know he won't go back on his word and cause more trouble?"

"Yang, I put a hole in his gut," you repeat with a deadpan. "I'm pretty sure I got my point across."

She sighs with exasperation.

"Whatever. At least you're not dead," she relents, her demeanor soon softening. "Just... please don't do that again, ok?"

You couldn't help but tease her for a moment.

"Why Yang Xiao Long, are you catching feelings for me?"

She snorts with indignation yet smiles nonetheless to meet your challenge.

"If you ended up getting yourself killed, then who would I train against?"

"Just train or did you have something else in mind?"

You could feel a certain sexual tension growing in the air, heady and enticing as she slid her thighs together teasingly. The dim lighting of the hallway cast an erotic glow across her body, sending your blood pounding through your veins.

"Well... I suppose you're also a pretty good lay," she admits as she slides her hands down her front to the hem of her shirt. "It's going to take more than just one session to rock the dragon if you catch my drift though."

You swallow the lump in your throat, your eyes gluing themselves to her slender fingers as they lazily curled around the thin fabric. Inch by torturous inch, she lifts the offending garment up and over the creamy expanse of her thighs, fully aware of the desire you were radiating. It was at that moment that you spy the glint of moisture dripping down her succulent skin; a solitary bead of arousal leaving a shining trail and intoxicating aroma in its wake.

"You're a bad boy," she whispers huskily.

"... huh?" came your dumb answer.

"Teasing my partner like that... telling her in dirty detail what you did to me in the gym."

Crapbaskets, she knew. Of course she knew. Of course Blake would tell her.

"I should strangle you for that. Maybe I will when I've finally had my fill of you."

"If you did it with your legs, I'd die happy," you reply without missing a beat.

"Of course you'd like that, wouldn't you you pervert? But why would I give you that satisfaction when I should just punish you instead?"

As she said this, she pulled her shirt up those final few inches, revealing the glistening treasure that were her pussy lips and as you could clearly see, they were absolutely dripping with female honey.

"I know what you were trying to do, I know you were trying to get into Blake's pants, and I know that you almost did it. She was just so... so embarrassed when she told me how close she was to jumping your bones. Did you forget about me already? Did you forget what you promised me?" she asked you, biting her lower lip coyly.

"I uh... I mean... if it makes you feel any better I... didn't use my Semblance on her...?" you offer weakly.

Damn these girls making you feel like a hapless mortal all over again!

Yang shook her head disapprovingly, yet her smile remained.

"It doesn't. So... Lover Boy... do you know how I've decided to punish you?"

"Nuh uh..." you whimper as you fall to your knees.

She grins like a predator stalking its prey. She was a dragon, and she had you ensnared beneath her talons. Backing up against the wall and placing a foot down upon its face, she began deliberately stroking along her womanhood, sending fire through your veins and blood rushing to your cock.

"You're going to sit there like a good boy... and watch as I touch myself. Take a good, hard look because the moment you touch me or you pull out that dirty dick of yours, you will never get to see this pussy ever again. Do you understand?"