Yang was Right For Once

A/N:Quick three-parter. Formatting should be fixed now.

"Okay." Blake admitted, licking her lips as she watched each muscle in the blond's chest stand out. "Maybe I do have a type."

"He's not even doing half of Nora's weight! Come on, man!" Yang yelled, ignoring her.

Blake chanced a look over at the blonde, who was stacking weights onto her own bench bar, muttering under her breath.

"Like it's amateur hour or some bullshit…"

Blake nodded to herself. "Hey, Yang? You don't really need a spotter, do you? You can handle the weight on your own, right?"

Yang looked her up and down out of the corner of her eye. "I'll miss the view." She offered, sending the faunus a cheeky grin.

Blake rolled her eyes and walked over towards Jaune.

His arms shook slightly as he lifted the bar, letting out a groan.

She admired the rise and fall of chiseled chest, and let her eyes stray to his abs.

She reached out and trailed a hand up his side. To her surprise, he didn't tense up, or let the bar drop in any way.

Instead, he put it back onto the rack with a groan, sending her a grin. "Hey there, kitty."

He quailed at the glare she sent him.

She put another fifty pounds on the bar, then sent him a grin, showing as much teeth as she could. "Ten reps, and I'll let you take me to a movie."

"R-really? Okay!" He pulled the bar off… and it dropped down, Jaune barely managing to stop it from injuring him. "O-okay… ten r-reps…"

He pushed the bar upwards, inch by agonizing inch, Blake watching the entire display with a grin on her face.