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WARNING: Kink discussion, domination, bondage, writing on bodies, anal play, anal penetration.

NOTES: Hey I'm glad you guys are liking this! Sorry to those of you who are really into the White Noise-verse and only here for the gay haha. I promise there's more of that to come after this fic!

=Chapter 3

“Girls will always win over boys.” When the blonde at the bar delivered this line, pushing her glasses further up her nose, it was in a business-like tone without any hint of mirth or debate. “We’re just naturally superior. That is why, week after week, when you two men play against us, you lose.”

"Well it's only typical girls know how to handle balls better." Once again for their bi-weekly bowling sessions, Qrow was in attendance. And yet again, he was taking any chance he could to make snide comments about his opponents. This time, it was aimed at the two of them rather than Winter in their meeting before. If anything, it was on purpose. He hoped to fill the silver haired temptress with jealousy.

However, Winter was simply watching in bemusement. Perhaps it was because she and Qrow were occasional "playmates", or because they had only had the one session thus far. Perhaps she was over him already, and had moved on to greener pastures. Either way, she was smiling rather than vibrating with envy, as he had hoped.

But Glynda's reaction was a bit more pronounced. Scowling at him, she snapped, "That's a bit presumptuous, don't you think?"

"Mmmaybe." Leaning against the bar, and slowly leaning in toward Glynda, he found his eyes half closing. His cocky attitude would be enough to grind even the steadiest of nerves. "Or we could find out?"

"Who's thirsty?!" Finally returning from a long queue at the other side the bar, Qrow's blond-haired teammate, Taiyang, had managed to carry four glasses in his hands. Only just. Resting them on the bar between Glynda and Qrow, he pushed the two red cocktails toward the women, and the beers in their direction. "Strawberry Sunrises, as requested, and beer for me and the loser here."

"I do like something sweet," Winter said with a slight smile. But it looked like Glynda was not to be so easily mollified, not after Qrow's lewd comment.

"Listen, you… you coarse blowhard," Glynda blustered. "I came here to bowl, not to be a target of your half-assed attempts to demean me. I am a person behind these boobs, you know!"

"Ooohh, feisty…" His taunts continued as he smirked down at her. But once again, Tai stepped between them to end any possible fighting. Deliberately shuffling himself and Qrow backward, he laughed nervously toward the two. And opted for a subject change.

"Sooo… the game? That was a good game! Haven’t seen a turkey like that for a while!"

"Agreed," Winter put in, glancing between them all. She was all about diffusing the situation, now that it had run its natural course. "That was really fantastic, Glynda."

The woman's green eyes swung around to glare at Winter briefly, as if blaming her for intervening the way Taiyang did. But all she said was, "Thank you. I'm… happy that my game is finally coming along. We may really be able to enter a tournament after all, now that you have joined us."

"Oh, it isn't because of me," Winter snorted, taking a sip of her drink. "I got three gutterballs."

"Which you made up for, though! I saw that spare and strike at the end, you were holding out on us!" Handling his beer, their cheery blonde teammate took a large gulp full once he was sure the team was relatively calm again. At least, he assumed it would have been.

If not for Qrow's comment, which was aimed directly at Winter this time. "Oh, she more than made up for them, and I'm sure she can do it again."

"Hnghk!" Winter blurted into her drink, which set her to coughing. Quickly, she snatched at the tiny cocktail napkin that had been under her glass and dabbed at her face to wipe the semi-frozen concoction clear.

"What?" Glynda asked, eyebrows coming together. "What's wrong with you?"

"Are you okay?" Taiyang asked, raising one of his hands up as if to reach out to her, drawing it back as she seemed to slow down. But all the while, Qrow was laughing and chuckling to himself as he delicately sipped away at his beer. It was all just a game to him, one that Winter was losing.

"Fine, just… went down the wrong way," she finally managed, taking another drink to soothe her throat. It worked, and she sighed. "Sorry to have worried you all. Especially you, Qrow," she added pointedly.

"Oh you know me, I worry about the gals. Whether they can handle their balls or not."

That comment earned him a quick nudge from Tai when he shot him a glare. But not a moment after he looked back to both the teammates, smiling nervously once more. "So… team names! What do we think?"

"How about 'Blondes Have More Fun'?" Glynda suggested. When Winter laughed, she raised an eyebrow. "And what's wrong with that?"

"One of us isn't blonde."

"Yes, and he's not even the tiniest bit fun. I think it's appropriate."

"…You aren't gonna respond to that?" Tai asked, looking around to his friend as he was continuing to down the beer he had. After a gulp, he'd already finished the first pint, placing the glass on the bar to be collected.

"Oh there is a lot I can say. I just think I'll get kicked in the family jewels if I do."

"Good instincts," Winter told him evenly. Then she arched an eyebrow at Taiyang. "Any better ideas than 'Blondes'?"

"Hmm… aww man, Summer used to be great at these. What word can we make outta W, G, Q and T?" He had turned to ask his friend, only to find he had already ordered another pint and was beginning to drink. "Qrow!"

"Oh lighten up." He then took another large gulp, holding the drink level once he was finished with that one. "Alcohol helps me get the ol’ brain workin', I'll come up with a better name this way."

"I think it does the opposite…" He sighed in annoyance, raising a hand to his head. "At this rate all your brain will do is dissolve into mush, and your liver."

"We could always just call ourselves 'The Thunderclouds'," Winter mused slowly, as if she were only speaking as the thoughts came into her head and not seriously expecting anyone to approve. "You know, like Qrow is the black cloud, and we're the yellow lightning bolts. Something like that."

"Hey yeah, I like that!" Speaking of lightning, Tai himself seemed to light up with the suggestion, grinning widely at the two ladies. And then back to Qrow, nudging him as he as he was about to drink more. "How about it, buddy? Thunderclouds?"

Grunting, thanks to the drink he had spilt on the ground, he looked back toward Winter and Glynda again. Seemed Glynda was still glaring, but at least Winter was alright with him. "Sure, Thunderclouds is great." But then he smirked. "Y'know, I totally bring the thunder. Especially in the bedroom."

While Glynda was rolling her eyes and making a very loud noise of disgust, Winter laughed and added, "So you say. I was more thinking about the sound of thunder when the ball rolls down the lane. And don't they say a thunderstorm means God is bowling in Heaven?"

That brought about a laugh from Qrow, especially when he remembered specifically the Schnee lifestyle, how they were raised on a Christian upbringing. Many times he laughed with Weiss about it on their meeting, now he could with the older sister as well. "Typical you'd get told something like that. So is rain him crying over a gutter ball or something?"

"Probably," she said - with a small chuckle, in fact. Maybe they could get along in areas besides the bedroom. "Must have been a pretty awful run last month; rained every other day."

"Well, I think it works as well as anything," Glynda put in, trying to bring them back around to business. As usual. "However, we have to get good enough to play in the tournament first, don't we?"

With a shrug, Tai put in, "I'd say we can be, if we put more practice in around the edges some time. What say we actually exchange numbers so we can meet up and work on our game if we're free?"

Tai's offer was genuine, but it was just what Qrow needed without him even mentioning it. A way to contact Winter without straight up asking. Putting his drink back for a moment, he already fetched his phone out, eager to begin. "Sure, why not?"

"Yes, makes perfect sense." Taking his phone, Winter passed her own over and began to type in her number. Then she saw the "name" field waiting for her to input something… and couldn't resist.

When she passed it back to Qrow, the screen showed her contact information as "Princess." Raising an eyebrows back in her direction, he couldn't help but chuckle at the presence of that word once again. A subtle way to make sure he didn't forget. He could get used to this.

And as the night went on, and a few more drinks were had together, things gradually began to settle down. Qrow was done flirting for now, focusing on bowling and boozing. He was already on his fourth while everyone else had begun their second. Not that he was counting. If anything, he was counting on a lift home from Winter if they ended up agreeing to do things again.

"So…" He began another conversation starter, gesturing both Tai and Winter. "How's the crazy kids doing on tour?"

But Winter had been thinking about something all night. Debating it back and forth in her head. Certain things could wait; for now, she had a question for someone else and wanted to leave the two men to chat about family business.

"My father would know better than I these days," she said with a polite smile. "But so far, so good; Freezerburn is playing nearly sold-out shows in every city." Then she turned and said, "Glynda, do you mind if I have a word?"

The bespectacled woman blinked in mild surprise, but managed to stammer, "Oh, s-sure. Excuse us."

Then the two ladies scooted down a few barstools with their drinks, bending their heads closer to each other. Although curious, Qrow never tried to butt in. Doing so would only raise suspicion between them, people would ask why he was so defensive. Including Tai, and then down the line, possibly everyone else. Simply watching as they headed off, he pondered to himself while that question hung around Taiyang longer.

"Anyway," Tai half-laughed, following their sudden departure. "They are doing pretty good, but Yang told me she's kind of worried about the wife; I mean, came down with a stomach bug. So far she's been able to keep all their tour dates, but there were a couple close calls where she woke up and ran to the toilet, didn't know if she'd feel like going through with the show."

Leaning back toward the bar again as he listened to his friend, Qrow took yet another sip of his drink. This last one he had slowed down considerably, with the knowledge that he didn't want to be too drunk for the activities after. Still, hearing about his niece and her girlfriend's trouble, he shrugged his shoulders. "Lil pipsqueak has more in her than I thought if she's still singing after throwing up all morning. Let's just hope Yang don't catch it, huh?"

"Yeah, that's what's strange. They're all over each other usually; more than I'd care to watch," he added with half-weary little smile. "But nope, Yang's still in perfect health. So your guess is as good as mine."

Letting that linger a moment, Qrow gazed outwardly in thought. That was until he found a small smile creeping to his lips. "Maybe it's because they're all over one another… remember how Summer was with Ruby?"

"Don't even start down that road," Tai grumbled as he leaned backward against the bar, tipping the bottle up.

"Tai, come on. They've been together three years. There's usually either a marriage announcement or a kid on the way in that time." Though the amused smile turned to a laugh of his own. "Either way, your wallet's gonna be fucked."

He was still letting out a long, wailing groan in the general direction of the ceiling when the women returned, Winter laughing at his outburst. "Oh, and what's all this? You auditioning for a yodeling contest?"

"I'm too young to be a grandpa!" he groaned, turning on his stool to slump against the bar, hand clutching at the bottle as if it were a life raft.

Laughing as he raised his own glass, Qrow patted Taiyang on the back with his free hand. "Welcome to the world of drinking your sorrows away, pal." And then back toward Winter again. "Was just talking about how your sister is throwing up everywhere, yet Yang miraculously ain't. Nauseating couple like that, you'd expect 'em both to give each other the germs, right?"

"Ahhhh," Winter breathed slowly. Then she waved her hand from side to side. "Don't be silly, it won't be that. Weiss doesn't want children for a few more years, if Yang can even impregnate her."

“Don’t say ‘impregnate’,” Tai moaned.

"Sometimes the body doesn't listen to the mind," Glynda put in mildly, gazing down at her own drink and swirling the contents.

"Exactly,” Qrow said. “Like I was saying to Tai, after three years of being together, you’re gonna get more trusting and risky, might forget a condom or two."

Which only made Tai groan once more, giving another sip of his bottle. "I tried to be a good dad and teach her pulling out doesn't work, I really, really did…"

"Weiss is on the pill, I'm fairly certain," Winter assured him as she finished off her drink. "The chances of this being pregnancy are remarkably small. Don't worry too much."

"Still though, whhhhyyyy…" Pressing his head flat against the bar instead, Tai continued to groan in the newfound agony; even if it wasn't confirmed, that wasn't going to stop him.

Which only made Qrow look back around the other two, and shrug his shoulders. "Wish I never brought it up now. Sorry about him, ladies."

"Don't worry about me," Glynda said easily with a shrug. "I'm just glad it's not me who's possibly pregnant." When the others all glared at her, she slowly lowered the drink she had been raising to her lips. "What? What did I say? We were all talking around it already, I just used the actual term."

Laughing, Winter touched her briefly on the forearm. "You know what they say; men are always the queasiest about this kind of thing, even though they don't actually have to go through it themselves."

"I thought I'd be done with kids till they were like, thirty…"

By now Taiyang's groans were continuing to himself, and the other three were simply laughing about his dilemma. It wasn't as though he himself waited until thirty when Yang and Ruby came to be, after all!

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The night continued to be pleasant from then on. There were more drinks - strangely not for Qrow, who had insisted he had enough for the evening. After a few more laughs, and continuing to wind up Taiyang on the possibility of grandkids, they headed home relatively early. Tai was dropped off first, stumbling back to his doorstep on the rare occasion he had “drank the sorrows away”, then was Glynda, who Winter prompted about their conversation in the bar, insisting they would discuss it further.

Then it was just Qrow and Winter in the car again. His apartment would have been their destination, however Qrow was largely insistent on going elsewhere. Even to the point of getting a hotel room if they planned on spending the evening together. Thankfully, it was unnecessary, as Winter drove them home to the Schnee building.

"Sorry about the mess," she said as she flipped the light on. "It's been some time; I don't invite anyone I don't trust to my rooms."

Her comment was completely unnecessary. The "mess" consisted of a plate and a coffee mug sitting on the glass coffee table, a single suit jacket draped over the arm of the beige armchair. Otherwise, the light grey carpeting, cream coloured wallpaper and several pieces of modern art presented a welcoming yet pristine living room. A water feature - yes, an actual, pretentious, ornamental water feature - burbled quietly in the corner, running down the dark stone surface only to be pumped back up to the top again.

"Mess," Qrow repeated, heading into the apartment so she could shut the door behind him. Right away, he removed his shoes, a small gesture that he didn't even do in his own place. Everything was so clean, and he didn't want to be the one to mess it all up.

"Real nice place you got, though. Not that I expected any less."

"I do try." Following his lead, she stepped out of the usual flats. As she discussed with them during their drinking fest, she was considering a purchase of her own bowling shoes and ball, now that they were going to be playing on a regular basis. For now, she still used rentals. Then she sighed and pulled the pin out of her hair. "Care for a nightcap? Or perhaps coffee for the opposite effect?"

Already taking a seat in the sofa, he ran a hand through his hair again, brushing the few stray strands out of his face. Nonetheless, he replied confidently, "Depends what you got planned for the evening. Sleeping together, or sleeping together."

Picking up the plate and mug, as if she couldn't stand to leave it, she smiled at him briefly before turning toward the kitchen. "I had thought that would be obvious. But then again, you can be somewhat… slow on the uptake."

"Least I ain't slow on the delivery; you were screaming loud enough." As she took the things to be washed away, Qrow stared toward the water feature a moment to distract himself. It was pretentious, maybe. But she had her own reasons for having it, no doubt. But the subject of screaming lead him on to something else. "Did I tell you I got a noise complaint? Not that I'm complaining about it. Just thought that was funny."

Laughter came from the kitchen, and she returned with two small glasses of greenish juice, ice tinkling inside them. "Hardly a surprise. But you needn't worry about that here; I had all of my rooms soundproofed a few years ago. It… became prudent."

Taking his from her once she was close enough, he smiled gratefully. Although the green was rather confusing, he pushed that to the back of his mind for a moment longer. The more he could learn about Winter Schnee, the better their play would be. At least he assumed so.

"So you've been doing this a few years, huh? What got you into it?"

Sighing, she contemplated her glass for a long moment. Then, almost as if just thinking to say it, she glanced over and asked, "You're not allergic to any fruits or vegetables, are you?"

"Huh?" Then he quickly looked back to the green liquid. "Oh! No no, I'm good. I'm… Yeah."

Rather than pester further, he took the glass to his lips instead, taking a small sip. Just as suspected, it was a unique blend of all kinds of healthy foods. One designed to bring back someone's vitality after a long workout session, or in his case, after a night of drinking and bowling. As good as the taste was, however, it didn't distract him from the fact Winter was dodging the question.

And, of course, she noticed he was still waiting. With a sigh, she lowered her own glass and sighed. "You… seem like a decent man, Qrow. I mean that, despite our rocky start. But this is not something I tell just anyone. Suffice it to say, I had certain desires that aren't… society doesn't look upon them kindly. Even I do not. So instead of letting them put me in dangerous situations, I found a way to explore them in a controlled environment, and began to do so."

"…Uh huh…" That raised far more questions than it answered. Alarming questions, even. Some of which, although he wanted to ask, he refrained; assuming he wasn't yet allowed to know that information. Instead, he went for a more obvious question. "This why you had to implement the 'no guns, no knives' rule?"

"That came afterward," she grumbled with a loud gust. "Separate occasions, as well; the one… let's say 'appointment', had a gun fetish, and liked to threaten women with them, put the barrels in their mouths. He always showed me the empty chamber before we began play, but it was still very… unsettling." With a shiver, she continued, "As for the knives, I just don't like visible scars. Even ones that can be covered by clothing aren't welcome. I'd rather my body be exactly what it was before play, with the exception of a few welts or bruises that will heal quickly enough."

Blinking as he took in all the information, Qrow began to slowly nod. Not for reasons that she may expect, however. Taking another sip, he placed the cup down on the coffee table for a moment. "What annoys me is, I bet it's some jerk with an inflated ego who's never had to use one in his life for its intended purpose. You don't fuck with guns, period."

Now it was Winter's turn to learn a little something about her companion. Turning very slightly in his direction, she crossed her legs as she asked, "Any reason your convictions on that matter are so strong? You don't have to tell me if it's a sore subject, but… I'm guessing you had a bad experience."

Having stared outward blankly, he slowly nodded his head, seeming to weigh up the options. Until finally taking a breath in. Maybe if he shared first, Winter would be braver. "Maybe you already knew from Tai or from Yang or something, but I'm a former soldier. It's actually how I met Taiyang; we were in the same unit."

"Really? Hmm… I could see that, yes." But she didn't interrupt further.

"Was four of us that were close. Me, my sister, Raven, Taiyang, and Summer, Ruby's mom." Unable to help himself, he smiled, folding his arms at the fond memory. "We were a great team, us four. Used to get up to all kinda trouble when we had too much free time, but in the field, we looked out for each other. It was like we were all an extension of ourselves; if one went left, we all went left. We had a strong connection."

"That sounds wonderful." She took another drink, listening politely. But not merely that. She was taking all of it in, slotting the pieces of what made Qrow who he was into place within her mind. She just didn't want to interrupt such a healthy moment of confession.

"When we were liberating villages and hanging out with the people we rescued, it was. Some of the happiest memories I have are the four of us out there. But at the same time, fucked us all up in different ways." Shuffling in his seat again, he rested his hands by his side, sighing. "We never really settled down. Even after Yang and Ruby were born, we felt it was our duty to go back. But we were older. Tai agreed to stay behind and look after the kids, I failed the fitness exam, but Summer and Raven went back. Judging by the fact they ain't here now… You can guess how that went."

"I… never knew the details," she confessed carefully. "Only that Ruby and Yang said their mothers weren't in their lives anymore. I got the feeling that with Yang's mother, it was by choice…?"

"Partially." Now he was staring out blankly. The subject wasn't really talked about. Not by him, by Taiyang, or Yang herself. It was a sensitive topic. But one that he finally felt he could share.

"We heard Summer was killed out there, but Raven? She went AWOL somewhere down the line. We've never heard from her again. Choice or not, nobody knows what happened." Taking the drink back from the table, he said before taking a sip, "Least if she was dead we could have a little closure."

Shivering at the coldness of his tone, she looked down. "I… lost my own mother about a decade ago. Not that it's the same, but I know this kind of thing stays with you. And for it to be your sister…" She shook her head. "I'm sorry for asking so many questions. This must have been the last thing you came over here to do, and here we are, commiserating."

Having finished a little more of the drink, he placed the remains back on the table. The subject was so much darker than what was expected for the evening, yet it came with an understanding smile. Vocal venting was as good as sexual venting.

"It's good to get it out sometimes. I don't talk about my sister often or to many people, but sometimes I just… gotta scream about it." Keeping eye contact with her, he shrugged his shoulder. "I suspect it's the same with your mom."

"Well… perhaps, yes. I just don't usually bother talking about her to anyone besides Weiss or Father. What's there to say? She was a warm, sweet woman, and taken from us too soon by circumstances beyond our control. It's… unfortunate, but the past is past."

Qrow only nodded, allowing the occasional silence to clear the air between them. "Even if it's beyond your control, sometimes, you can't help and look back. Me, I sometimes wonder if I quit the booze and passed the test, I coulda gone out there and stopped what happened." However, he shrugged his shoulders again. "Or maybe the three of us woulda been killed rather than one, fuck knows. Either way, sometimes I blame myself, sometimes I blame them, then feel awful a few seconds later. Dunno if it's the same with your mom, but…"

"Not… for me," she said carefully. "But for my father, I believe so. He was always blaming himself. I was too young to have made any difference."

Then she took a large swallow of her juice and set the glass down, scooting closer to him. Her hand drifted up to graze the back of his neck gently, tenderly. "Perhaps I could interest you in a neck massage? Relax some of that tension away. I'm no Neon Katt, by all accounts, but I do alright in a pinch."

Finally, he looked back toward her again, and found himself chuckling under his breath when his eyes met hers once more. "Y'know, you confuse the hell out of me."

That caused her to blink in mild confusion herself. "How so?"

One of his hands drifted to her thigh, gently brushing up and down for a moment. "Because you're a perfect ten who's giving a two-point-five, at best, a hell of a good time."

"Shush," she chuckled, swatting across his shoulder lightly. "I'm not a ten. Perhaps in looks, I'm up to… nine, being entirely objective. Though I rarely feel like it. But…"

Her eyes dropped to the coffee table for a long moment. There were things she felt tempted to say. Wanted to say. But she didn't want to drag down their entire evening with a load of self-centered grousing.

Sensing that, he shrugged again, finally shuffling himself closer to her direction, facing away from her. In a short space he had learnt a few more important factors about Winter, which was the main thing to him; the rest could come later. Offering up a free distraction, he rolled his shoulders. "Go on, work away."

"Right, then," she sighed, shaking loose her inner demons. "Right." Reaching up, she slid her fingers in and around his collar and began to knead at the tight muscles there. "Ah… not too bad, but you could definitely use my touch. Though you probably already knew that," she added in a suggestive murmur.

"Wonder what you can do with your hands… your mouth does more than a good ‘job.’" As soon as he felt the fingers starting to knead into the tight muscles, his eyes began to instinctively close. Her rugged man relaxed right into her touch, tilting his head left and right to assist her further. "Ooohhh yeeeaaaahhh…"

Chuckling lightly, she kneaded harder, really getting into the work. "About your comment… me being 'too good' for you. This isn't really something I'd consider anything more than a favour for a friend, so you don't need to think of it as a big deal, or as my changing our relationship. If that helps take the pressure off. Sometimes a massage is just a massage."

She had him wrapped around her little finger. Unable to help the small growl that left his lips as he tilted his head this way and that, he only just managed to ease an eye open, trying to keep himself focused. "Does, actually. And the whole ‘master-princess’ thing is a little bit more than a favour, right?"

"That's… separate." Then she smiled wryly. "Sorry if I threw you with the phone. But, other than that small detail… you do understand that even if we decide to tell anyone we've slept together, that we do not discuss that aspect of our arrangement, right? Not without both of us agreeing to tell whoever it is."

Still seemingly in a trance while she kneaded into the aching muscles, he slowly nodded, leaning to the other side once she was done with one. "Hey, I'm not about to admit I get a thrill out of bossing a woman around, forcing her to do stuff. Your secret's safe with me."

He definitely had a point there. A wicked grin graced her lips as she leaned closer to his ear. "Hmm… you know, we could always turn the tables…" Then her fingers flexed inward, and she gouged her fingernails into his flesh momentarily.

Wincing from the brief amount of pain that followed, he gritted his teeth together. And yet, the thought that came to mind was still rather a good one. There was a mental image of Winter Schnee wearing a leather corset and heels. Only corset and heels. Images of her above him, demanding things of him. But as that thought got further down the line, he remembered what some femdoms specifically got up to. Whips were one thing, but then there were certain other objects. And certain other attires…

"Nnnope," he said quite clearly, unable to help but flinch forward, instinctively holding his arms behind him. "My ass is a one-way street, thank you."

"Oh!" There was a surprised giggle from Winter, but she continued her massage nonetheless. "That makes one of us. But I do find it interesting that pegging is where your mind went first… if I were a Freudian, I'd read something into that you might not like."

"I have no idea what that word means…" he admitted. Rolling one of his shoulders to assist more, one particular sentence caught his attention. Which he turned around to smirk at her for.

"Only one of us, huh?"

Despite the subject matter, and how most women would have reacted, she simply smiled coyly. "Treat me well enough, and you might get to explore back there. Unless you're not into that; most guys are, but I wouldn't blame you if you weren't."

"There's more to you than meets the eye, Winter Schnee." Finally satisfied with what she'd done for him, he leant forward again, rolling his shoulders a few more times just to ease them back again. Be it sex or massages, seemed Winter was very skilled in both.

Talking of which… "By the way, can I ask you something? Since you didn't answer last time."

"By all means. Just… I hope you won't be too upset if I don't answer again, depending."

"Alright. While we played last time, I asked about your favourite position. And you said you didn't have the right ‘equipment’. What did you mean by that?"

At that query, Winter's semi-guarded look transformed into what could only be described as a predatory leer. Picking up her juice glass, she held it just in front of her lips as her eyes flicked up and down him.

"Do you think you're ready to find out?"

Leaning right back further against the seat, he smirked widely as he threw his hands behind his head. "Y'know, I think I just might be."

She giggled. When he only watched, amused but not following why she was amused, she shrugged and said, "I think you're under the impression you're going to get more comfortable." Then she swallowed down the rest of her juice, set the glass back down and stood. "Follow me," she bade him before walking toward the hallway.

Nodding, he quickly jumped back to his feet instead, leaving his own juice half finished at the table to join her as she ventured through the house. God only knew what he was in for, but either way, he was excited to find out.

As it turned out, Winter led him into her bedroom. From the outset, it seemed to be like any normal bedroom, with a canopy bed - which did seem a bit strange for a grown woman who lived alone - and a dresser, some end tables, a closet, an antique wardrobe. There was also a Japanese folding screen for changing behind; another pretentious decorative piece that wasn't strictly necessary. Gazing around the room in all it's estranged beauty, a slow smile was coming across Qrow's features. There were one or two things that Qrow suspected could have more purpose than just being a part of the room, such as the folding screen and the closet. Still, he folded his arms, slowly nodding his head when he entered.

"A lil girly for me, but I dig it."

"A girl lives here, you Neanderthal," she told him with a casual sigh, nipping the curtain over her canopy aside slightly to reveal…

A thick, sturdy metal beam. One which connected at the corners, where there were loops that ran between the end and the sides. Already, with that one movement, Qrow's suspicions of her room were proven correct. He was intrigued. Though he had suspected the canopy was for the purpose of suspension, he was curious as to what exactly Winter had in mind for them to do. And in turn, curious of how he would be expected to provide that service.

Then he turned his attentions to one of the fancier wardrobes. "And I'm guessing they ain't full of clothes, either."

"Hmm. You think?" Taking off her cardigan as she walked and flinging it carelessly into the corner, she said, "Let's see what's behind door number… one."

Her fingers nipped the wardrobe open, and all that was revealed was a series of dresses and nice blouses. The bottom played host to a dozen pairs of shoes, all arranged neatly. Some of them did have very sharp looking stiletto heels, but still didn't scream "dominatrix" in a particularly pronounced tone.

At first Qrow's face was a picture of wonder, like a child about to be taken into a toy store and being told he could have anything he wanted… until it was open. Then it returned to its usual slightly grumpier self.

"Huh. Let down."

"And door number two…" Winter tried the closet door, then gasped when the knob only rattled, raising her hand to her mouth theatrically. "Oops! Golly, Mister Qrow… why do you think this closet is locked?"

It was then that he started to remember; Winter didn't live in this building alone. In fact, her father must pay good money to arrange for maids and cleaners to come and change the sheets while cleaning. Oh, what an idiot he felt in that moment…

And Winter knew it. Glaring toward her, he folded his arms. "Ha, ha. Well you did say I was slow on the uptake."

Grinning in amusement, she turned back to the wardrobe, straining on tiptoes to reach on top of it. There was an empty box of some sort up there, but that wasn't what she was going for. Coming back down, she displayed the key she had retrieved to him for a brief second before fitting it into the lock, turning it with a click, and swinging the door wide.

Inside was a shelving unit that had been designed to have drawers; they were made of black metal mesh and slid easily on casters. Hanging to one side of that on a garment pole was a distinctly different variety of outfits from the other. Perhaps they weren't all like that… but the French maid outfit in the front seemed to indicate that at least a few were not what one would wear to an office brunch.

"Now we're talkin’." It was only then that the rugged cockerel clapped his hands together, rubbing them with childish glee. Unsurprisingly, the main outfit was the first thing his eyes glanced at. With a skirt length as tiny as that, it came to no one's surprise. And then there was the other few outfits. One corset made of leather, a policewoman, then…

"Is this what I think it is?" He walked in front of her on purpose, unhooking the small skirt and shirt combo, both in matching but dull colours. Anyone would be a fool to miss the fact it was… "A school uniform? Really?"

"One of my previous acquaintances bought that for me," she told him with a sly smile. "Letting you know that, just in case you were wondering if it actually belonged to me from my own school days." Then she leaned over and whispered, "My own school uniform is tucked away very safely. Elsewhere, away from lecherous eyes."

Rolling said lecherous eyes sarcastically, he placed the uniform back on the bar as she expected. And instead went to search some of the other drawers. It was both curiosity, and a need to meet hers as much as he could. But the first draw opened up something which made him laugh.

"We could have used this at my place." He gestured to a red ball, attached to some more strips of leather. A ballgag.

"Very true," she chuckled, her hand touching it briefly. Perhaps remembering a specific instance in which it was used. Then she leaned against the wall. "But… you wanted to know my favourite position. We could either keep playing around in my toychest, or…"

Her eyes flicked out the door toward the bed. Meanwhile, her hand moved to touch yet another drawer thoughtfully. Anticipating his answer, should he choose to continue things before her closet was fully explored.

Remembering again, he looked back to the bed with an eager smile. That particularly sturdy beam could make for some interesting play, different positions which he could only dream of. Knowing a lady such as Winter needed it in order to find her favourite position was quite the turn on, and already he could feel himself getting warmer below in anticipation.

Sliding open the drawer her hand was perched on, she revealed what could only be described as a leather fingerless gloves. Several toughened black straps with studs and buckles wrapped around them, and there was a thick metal ring dangling off the sides. Drawing those out, she also reached underneath their usual resting place and plucked two sturdy-looking black carabiners.

"Now," she began as she glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. "You can put these on me, or instruct me to do it myself. And we can do that either before or after we've begun play. I don't want you to think I'm just setting all this up without you being involved."

Now the method was clear, Qrow was feeling his cheeks light up at last. Only the second time they would sleep together and it would be a far more extreme method than last… However, that raised another question.

"Ain't you a little overdressed for us to start though?"

Noticing his blush, she turned to face him more properly and grinned. "I am. But I do want to ask: are you sure you want to try this? I do tend to get a little… excitable when it comes to these kinds of things." Then she licked her lips, debated, and decided to plough ahead with her thought. It was too important to quash. "Do not let your machismo get in the way of letting me know if you're not into something. Or if you are. I like my masters to be confident and masculine, but not to lie to me, or themselves."

And yet it did nothing to put Qrow off. Only made his blush very slightly increase when there was mention of her severely enjoying this. Excitable, that could mean a variety of things. It could mean more pleasure, or she was more eager in general. Or both. One thing he was sure of, he wanted to find out. And eager to do that, he reached to begin unbuttoning his shirt.

"Your turn to choose a safety phrase, Snowbird."

"Well, that depends." Her index finger tapped the drawer he had investigated. "Did you want to gag me? I mean, the walls are soundproofed, so if you'd rather hear my screams…"

Pulling his shirt apart once the buttons were finished with, Winter could once again get a glimpse of the well toned body she was able to appreciate in their last venture. And no doubt she'd get to see more in a short amount of time. Looking again down at the gag, he tilted his head. It seemed a good idea; even if the room was soundproofed, one wouldn't want to risk the wrath of Mr Schnee. Furthermore, the idea of a partner being unable to call out at all… that was equally inviting. And worth a try.

With a smirk, he nodded, approaching the drawer again to take it. "Safety gesture, then."

Shivering in ill-suppressed pleasure, she whispered, "Alright." Then she reached to the side from where the gag had been to snatch up a couple of leather cuffs. "Again… do you want to hold these until we start play, or do you care about that?"

Looking at both the gloves and the cuffs now in her hand, he chuckled to himself. The least he could do was humor her more. "I get you like this stuff, but ain't that excessive?"

Smirking very slightly, she replied to his question with another. "Is it?" Then she handed him everything. "Did you want to blindfold me, have me wear an outfit? Just throwing out all our options."

Taking a moment to ponder the options, and stare at the items in his hands, he began to think of the possibilities. There were so many to chose from, especially with the “toy box” Winter had at her disposal. He was well and truly being thrown in the deep end by a sub who had a wealth of experience.

"Blindfold could be fun… However, I like the idea of me showing you the things I'll do… And there wouldn't be a single thing you could do about it but wait."

"So do I," she confessed, reaching out to run one of the gloves down his chest and abdomen with the metal ring up against his skin. The colder sensation sent a tingle down his spine, and he let loose a soft sigh. But it was enough to remind him of the task at hand, as he handed the other glove to her.

"Alright, how does this sound; naked, wearing only the gloves and ballgag, while I look through your box of goodies to see what we can play with while you're helpless…"

"Not a problem," she chuckled, taking back all the leather and carabiners, grabbing two more from where the simple belted cuffs had lain. Hands getting somewhat full, she said, "Put the gag on top and I'll carry all this in there."

Looking again to all that Winter was holding, he gazed again at the pair of cuffs. And then to the second set of carabiners. It made him raise an eyebrow as he pointed them. "Any point to these? You're already gonna be in the gloves, wouldn't they be overkill?"

"Oh… those restraints aren't for my wrists; the gloves are." Then she took the lot into the bedroom, leaving him to explore.

Appearing deeply confused, he stared outward blankly, eyebrows lowering as his eyes darted back and forth in thought. That was until the penny dropped. They weren't to restrain her arms, which left only one option to what their real intent was: her legs. To keep her completely spread and waiting. Like a sex slave. The thought was depraved, and yet it was one that he found himself delighting in, growling lowly when he followed her at long last.

By the time he rejoined Winter, she had already laid everything out on the foot of the bed and had whipped her chemise off over her head. Her hands fell to the waist of her slacks as she spied him. "Oh, weren't you going to pick out some toys?"

"Not just yet." He placed the ballgag alongside the rest of the items, picking up one of the leather gloves and a carabiner, hooking it to the ring on one side so it was ready. He set up the other glove in the same manner whilst his partner stripped down, eyes focused on the task at hand. "I figured you could watch me do that, anticipate the wait."

A soft smile flashed over at him as her thumbs shucked them downward, along with her underwear and socks as she went. Suddenly, save for her lacy black bra, she was laid bare to him. "You're… going to be a very hands-on master, aren't you?"

"I've always been a good with my hands; ask anybody."

Any further comments were cut off when he looked back around to her, and saw her body for the first time. Most of it, at least. The bra added a small layer of mystery; but that would be handled quickly and easily enough. Perhaps even during their play.

Placing the cuff he'd just finished with back down on the bed, he smirked. "Hah, I still stand by that perfect ten comment."

Something about the comment caught her off guard. They hadn't initiated their scene, and he wasn't obligated to keep calling her that. Her cheeks flushed, and she looked down at her feet past the bra. Of course, she hadn't been surprised when he flattered her once or twice - but he had already sealed the deal. They were seconds away from her being tied up and completely submitting to his every whim. Why did he still persist with the flattery?

"Th-thank you for saying as much."

"Not a problem. Mama always said honesty’s the best policy." But their moment of kindness toward one another didn't last too long. Not when Qrow instead collected one of the gloves that was already prepared. Holding it open with two hands out toward her, the kind smile turned into a wicked smirk. "Shall we, Princess?"

Returning the smirk with equal wickedness, she slid her slender hand into the glove, fingers poking nakedly out the other end and wiggling to help her get comfortable. She reached up with the other to buckle them, then stopped. "Did you want to do this part? And, um… do you want to start the scene now, or wait until I'm chained up?"

Letting her hand go now that she had slid that glove into place, he went to grab the other one instead, and held that one out ready for her as well. Both possibilities were interesting enough, but there was one that particularly won over the other. Simply because he wanted to spend some time with the out of character Winter. As much as he wanted to know the game, he wanted to know her, as well.

"Call me a sap, but I kinda wanna help you set up first, so we can get it how you like it."

"Hmm… I guess you did want to know my favourite position." Now that both gloves were on, she flexed all of her fingers as she said, "You have to tighten the buckles, then latch the carabiners to the loops up there. If the buckles are too tight, they'll cut off my circulation; too loose, I might slip through. Then… those other things go on my ankles."

"There's a lot more to being a Dom than I thought…" But eagerly accepting the challenge, he nodded, holding the buckle for the left glove. Thankfully the “good with my hands” part was true, and he was able to pull the buckle together with ease, stopping at just the right amount as insisted. Not too tight, not too loose. To test this before she'd be clipped, he then gave a firm tug on the ring, and sure enough the glove didn't come off. "That gonna work?"

"Beautiful," she purred, holding out her other hand. "And, if you please…?"

"You're slipping into the slightly Dommier role there." Giving another wink, he got back to work on the right, tightening it and buckling it to just the same amount as her left. Yet again, giving a firm pull to be sure it was the right amount. And to his joy, it seemed to be.

Next came the ankle cuffs. It was a little more difficult to be sure on the amount, but after perseverance, he seemed to get the idea on the correct amount, and buckled both in with ease, giving each a small tug. Perfect. Now no matter what, the anklets or the gloves weren't about to budge any time soon. Just how she wanted it.

And the effect on Winter was already visible. She was squirming back and forth slightly at the sensation of having her "gear" on, anticipating all that would be to come once they began. Standing up from the edge of the bed she had perched upon for him to work on her legs, she traced her fingernail along one pectoral.

"Now for my favourite position, if you're ready," she breathed shakily, pausing to swallow. "So… I could assume it, or you can pose me… I apologise if I'm asking too many questions or giving you too many options, but I've never worked with a new Dom who was so, um, open to suggestions before. Either they're an old pro, or they think they already have it all figured out."

"Hey, way I see it, I've gotta learn. And it's supposed to be fun for us both, right?"

He meant every word. Curiosity was the main motive toward his actions, toward finding out this position, and of her as a person, past experiences, what 'got her going' as such. But another was to learn for himself. He was still new to the role, and there were some things he accepted he wouldn't get right without her help. When he was so set on letting them both have fun, he thought it best to ask these things rather than look like a fool. With that in mind…

"Go ahead, Princess, show me. Then I'll put that gag in and we can start playing."

"Very well." Turning, she presented her back to him, and thereby the clasps holding her bra in place. "This… will be harder to get off after I'm anchored to that bar. With the straps and everything. But if you want me to keep it on, that's fine."

Qrow only laughed to himself again. She didn't even have to ask; he was already there, reaching to the straps and pulling them inward as much as he could to be rid of them. It was more of a challenge for him, since he wasn't at all used to them, but eventually, he had it popping open.

"You're seriously asking a guy if he does or doesn't wanna see boobs? That's like asking 'does a bear shit in the woods?'" But as she turned back around again to allow him to slide the bra all the way off, he was left stunned once more. Her breasts were not as modest as her sister's; enough to easily be held or fussed over. It was a sight that certainly got things below going even more, as he could feel himself beginning to push against his pants.

Again, she seemed to take a turn slightly toward the shy while his eyes lingered upon her form, biting her bottom lip. She waited to respond for a few more seconds, wanting to give him plenty of time to observe. When she did respond, it was in a whisper that barely carried through the room to his ears.

"Do you… stand by your previous rating?"

He shook his head. "Nope." But that action was followed when he grabbed one of her wrists, bringing it upward toward the ring in order to get them started. There would be plenty more time to observe when they were in the midst of play. When she appeared confused, he only smirked. "Make it eleven, now."

Winter blushed a bit deeper as she dipped her head low, though her hands did maintain their positions near enough the loops so Qrow could fasten her to the loops. What else could she say? That even while he was filling her bizarre need to be dominated, treated like an object, he was also somehow showing her so much more kindness than anyone ever had? It was such a strange paradox that she couldn't make sense of it at all.

This seemed to come as second nature to him. Even as he strapped her into position, he did so with care, making sure things were both secure and comfortable. Or as comfortable as she could be, at least. It seemed strange for a man to treat her with such care one minute, then know he would be calling her horrendous things the next. Still, that was their play, it was what they needed.

And with that thought in mind when she was finally finished, he went to fetch the last item. The ballgag. This was where things were about to get very interesting. "We never did decide on a safety signal… whatcha got in mind?"

"Well…" After adjusting her footing, clenching her spread cheeks, she took in a shaky breath. "How about…" Then she snapped her fingers twice. "Is that acceptable? Or more than twice, if you don't hear me the first time."

"Hmm… It ain't too loud," he noted, unable to help but take the moment to lay a hand on her thigh just below the clenching cheeks, rubbing slowly up and down. Remembering their first safe word, he spoke up. "What about the chicken noise again as well? Probably the only noise that'll get through the gag."

Against her will, a bemused snort came from her, even as her entire body was shivering from his touch. "You… are really into making me cluck like a chicken, aren't you?" Then she swallowed. "Fine. But you'd better respond to the snapping equally, just in case I actually can't make the chicken noise through the gag. We should at least test it once it's in place, though."

"Speaking of which…" Leaning back around to face her, he lifted the ball part close toward her mouth again. The agreed on signal was the final step that was stopping them from beginning. Now that was out of the way. "Ready?"

"Yes. And… it's going to be up to you this time to initiate play. You're the Master; use whatever language you want to start and end the scene. But today, I certainly won't be able to." Then, she debated briefly and added, "I trust you," before turning to face forward and opening her mouth.

With no further words, he gently slid the ball into her mouth. Once that was firmly in, he strapped the buckles on the back, keeping it firmly secure and in place in her mouth. All that was left to do was test if she could perform the safety signal after all.

Although there was one thing he couldn't help himself for before she tried, and that was to give her a light pat on the backside, softly stroking that skin. And so it was that instead of crowing aloud, she let out a low, guttural groan. One that was muffled and strangled from the gag. The cheek also flexed under his touch, eager for more.

Even just a groan was loud enough for him to hear. That meant the safety signal would certainly be acceptable, and in her capable hands. Groping her backside even harder this time, he leant inward closely to her ear, gruffly speaking the words she'd been waiting to hear since they set this up:

"Begin Play."

Of course, all that Winter could do was nod her understanding. Bound and gagged. Qrow had certainly wasted no time getting used to their situation, which was good; she liked a man who could adapt.

As he said before, he was going to tease her. Tease and tease with various objects rather than go for the goal straight away. With that thought in mind, the hand left her cheek. Instead, he walked away from her, and back to their new favourite toy box to select their items for the evening.

"Eenie, meenie, miney… mo." Opening another of the drawers, there were a variety of different things that could be used in different ways. A set of furry cuffs, which they no longer had use for. A strange X-shaped strap of leather with four rings attached to each of the ends, which he had no idea where that would attach in her current setup. But then more interestingly, there was a tube of lubricant. She really wasn't lying about liking her back end being explored.

"’For the ultimate pleasure sensation’…" He read the label aloud to her, hoping it would wind her up worse and worse while she couldn't do anything. "’Apply to both the applicable area, and any toy for an unforgettable experience’." Smirking to himself, he continued to rummage through the drawer. "But why is this li’l one in here on his own? What you do you have to go with… oh. Gotcha."

He pulled out what had rolled to the back of the drawer and out of reach. A set of five beads, slowly increasing in size, attached to a string with a ring of it's own on the end. Even a moron would know what that was.

Meanwhile, the object of this session of play was twisting back and forth in her restraints, trying to get a glimpse into the closet. She could see him, of course, but not what he was doing. Of course, she had a mental inventory of everything she'd tucked into her toy box. She was just merely curious and anxious about what he might pull out for them to play with.

"Yeah, I think you can be something we'll play with." He knew full well she wouldn't be able to see, so continued to pull out another set of drawers, looking at the other paraphernalia. It was a large variety, but the real guessing game was wondering what they would both enjoy, and what was just in here because other doms requested it.

In the next drawer there was a mix of all sorts. There was the blindfold she had hinted at owning, some sort of handle attached to lots of feathers, a couple of plugs, then a rather small vibrator. That he also picked up, holding it in his “play with” pile. So as to not leave her completely in the dark, he looked back, smirking. "I'll bet one of these things I picked up was called a 'personal massager' when you bought it, right?"

That brought about another groan of frustration. Of course, Winter was partly playing up her sounds for his benefit, but it was awfully hard to resist making noise when your speech was effectively silenced.

"I take that as 'I know what that is' groan." He laughed to himself, pulling out the next drawer. These items seemed to all bear the same purpose: inflicting pain. There were a couple of small whips, a riding crop, and a paddle. Although the idea was something he himself had thought about and considered before, he couldn't yet bring himself to take anything out. Anything he could do in that area would be perfectly acceptable with his own hand. A spank wouldn't leave too much of a visible mark, after all.

Then the final drawer, which carried another large variety of things for all different purposes. A candle in a holster for letting out the wax specifically, some non-chafing rope, a small vibrating bullet, and then, oddly enough, a Sharpie. The latter had taken his curiosity most. Oh, the things he would write…

Satisfied with his choices, he closed the drawers and the door to her toybox, approaching the bed to his victim and laying them across the bed for her to see at last. There was the lube which he had read the label for, and beside it, the set of anal beads; the 'personal massager', and the marker. Perhaps it wasn't much, but that all depended on what he was going to do with them.

But he'd selected his first weapon, picking up the Sharpie. "Where to write first?"

Both of the woman's eyebrows lifted as she spied that. Out of all the things he could have picked, there was that seemingly-mundane item. Little did he know that there was more than one purpose for its presence… but then again, perhaps he would figure that out for himself. Squirming her hips from side to side, she waited for what he might inflict upon her with the pen.

It did no good, of course. Just as he intended. She was merely prolonging what was to come as he held one hip with one hand, and used the other to press the tip to the skin of her inner thigh. Maybe it would seem ridiculous and pointless, but he could write whatever he wanted, to empower her, to humiliate her. Anything at all…

But he settled with an arrow pointing inward to her most private areas. Above that, he wrote something a little more degrading: "Qrow's toy".

Of course, it was impossible from that angle for her to read what he'd written, but just the cold, teasing sensation of the felt tip was enough to make her shiver and groan. After his first grasping of her hip, she did her best not to move any more than was strictly necessary; she might hate what she read later, or she might love it, but she knew she did not want to mess up her master's penmanship.

Then on the other thigh, he made an effort to write something a little extra, just for her later. Ever so close to her privates, he wrote the words "little cumslut princess". Maybe it would make her stomach churn, but the knowledge it wouldn't rub off easily brought him a sick glee.

"There." He grinned at his work, looking her up and down for a moment. "God… You're like something out of my dreams, I gotta say…"

Winter's lips worked at the ball between them as she writhed slightly, only able to angle her head down just enough to see the very tops of the letters. And from what she could tell, he wasn't about to read it aloud. A little "mmphh" floated out as she tried to reach up for the bar and clutch it tightly, shifting her hips from side to side again. Hoping to draw him in, to influence him to do more. To really begin torturing her body.

"Oh… so you want more?" he asked. The sly smirk hadn't vanished, and for good reason. The things he was going to do up until before he finished her were going to be a treat. There were one of two options, which he hovered his hands over to get her to chose. First, the anal bead set, then the vibrator. He went back and forth between them and looked at her reaction. "Tell me when to stop, Princess."

For a long few seconds, she simply watched… until she realised he actually was asking for her opinion. This was a twist; she was used to weathering whatever treatment came her way. Though she hummed when he was over both of them, knowing the sensations would be pleasurable regardless, she nodded slightly over the vibrator. That was a need she sorely wanted him to sate.

"Vibe, huh?" He edged his hand toward it for a moment, ever so closely… but as it seemed he was about to grab it, he moved to grab the set of beads instead. He knew his game, to play with her, toy with her until she could take no more. And doing the opposite of what she wanted was the perfect way of doing that.

"We'll save that for later, then."

"Hnnghh!" she snapped at him in irritation, but she secretly loved that he was taunting her this way, of course. That was the order of the day, after all.

And then she was thinking about what was about to happen to her. Cheeks tensed together and she could already feel the ring of muscle tingling in anticipation of the coming invasion. Qrow meant for her to take them all before he started in with her sex, did he? Well… she would definitely be able to manage that. She had before, and she could again.

Already he was at work, preparing the first bead with a small amount of lubrication, then the second. The others he could work on later, while they were playing. But as stated in the instructions, that wasn't all he'd need to use it on. “Apply to the applicable area,” he remembered. And that knowledge only made him smirk even more when he looked over to her, both the beads and the lube in hand.

"Now to get my princess ready…" It was so matter-of-fact the way he said it, as if she truly was his to freely manipulate and torture with whatever he pleased for his amusement. And these methods weren't even for his pleasure yet. They were purely to mess with her. Chances were, this evening would be exhausting for Winter. That was made rather clear when he placed the prepared beads down on the bed, taunting, teasing, while he moved behind her. And tried to pull one of her cheeks out to expose the tighter entrance.

Shuddering at the feeling of air caressing her, Winter could do little more than that when the tight pink flesh was revealed. True to how fair her skin pigment was all over, the flesh of her more intimate areas was also light and youthful, and meticulously groomed. There had been next to no hair above her sex when Qrow glimpsed it before, and not so much as an errant one back there, either. Furthermore, even after hours spent at the bowling alley, she still looked as if she had just returned home from a day at the beauty spa.

"Very nice, very nice…" He repeated himself, keeping a hold even now as he held the tube closely to her rear. Pressing the tip against the top of her tight skin, he squeezed a small amount against it. More than enough for her to begin to feel it even before a finger worked to rub it against her, pressing inward on occasion to help open her up. This would be a gentle procedure.

The pronounced shiver and long sigh through Winter's nostrils told him something he probably could have guessed; she appreciated his methods. This was most assuredly not the first time she'd been "prepared" for what was about to happen to her, and probably not even among the first ten times. She enjoyed it, even if it made her slightly more nervous than the usual stimulation.

Able to feel the muscle beginning to give way, he smiled down at it once more. She was ready. The smaller bead seemed to be the right size compared to his finger, enough to make him confident enough to grab the set back again, holding that first lubricated bead and pressing it up against her tight skin as if it was his finger. Except he never stopped, never relented as he felt her body resisting slightly to take it in…

Now the pleasant sigh was turning into a groan as her thighs and cheeks quivered. He'd spent so little time getting her ready; he could tell she was, even if this was her first time allowing him in there. Maybe he'd been born to do this! Her back began to arch very slightly as she felt the bead working its way past her defenses…

Until it slipped through. This time, there was a more pronounced grunt when it disappeared inside of her, drawn in by the muscles that instinctively closed off the opening whenever possible.

One out of five. Not good enough for the new Dom in her life, however. Even when he could see Winter's muscles pulsing against the thin string that was still visible, he knew she needed more. Licking his lips, he moved back to the next bead that was ready, pushing that inward against the muscle as well. This time it was far easier, and slipped inside with very little resistance.

Then he had to prepare the others, three more that were progressively larger than the first. Before he went to collect the lube again for them, he couldn't resist giving a very slight pull on them. Just enough to tease the muscle.

"Hnhhh!" Winter burst out, hips twitching as if they yearned to thrust forward and away from the sensation - but stopping herself. That would only make it stronger. Instead, she merely tensed all over for a moment until her mild worry passed, panting through her nostrils.

"Oh yeah, they ain't goin anywhere…" He was rather sure of that, letting them sink back inside again when he released the end once more. As he laced the other three beads with the same fluid, his smug and teasing attitude was only continuing more and more with his words. "Y'know what'd be funny? If I stuck these in, then went home, left you for someone to find… God that'd be kinda embarrassing, huh?"

Finally, for the first time since they initiated play, Winter reacted in a way that was less than favourable. Her arms thrashed slightly against the restraints, her grunts and growls were louder; she even attempted to pick up one of her legs to do something. Of course, that got her nowhere, because it was just as restrained as her arms.

That only made Qrow's job of lubing the final bead ready even harder, as with each of her movements it swung back and forth out of his hand. No doubt that would be an odd sensation for her to feel as well. Yet, when she stopped, Qrow was only continuing to laugh to himself, finding a sickening pleasure in putting these awful ideas in her head. Even if he wasn't going to go through with them, the reaction was astounding.

"Oh man," he continued, simply toying with the last bead once it was lubed up. "What if it was your sister?"

A rush of hot shame crept up into her cheeks and neck. No. Anyone but Weiss, or her father. Those were literally the only two people on Earth she would not be able to handle finding her like that. Anyone else would be a disaster, to be sure, but she could get past the initial shame with relative ease. Process it as an unfortunate happenstance and move on. Perhaps even her father, though she would spend a lifetime regretting it. But Weiss…

That could never happen. Ever.

Finally returning to the third bead to get back to work again, he pushed it against the flesh, occasionally twisting and turning to try and keep the coating of lube even on both her and the toy itself. This time, it took a bit more effort to push it in. From what he assumed was the distraction of the evil idea in her head. This really was the torture that she wanted, right?

"I could give her a call…" He taunted, moving on to the fourth bead. She was just over halfway there. "Or I could send her a picture. Hell of a conversation starter."

The next moan was long and full of agony, from both the torture without and within. He wouldn't dare. He had to know that, no matter what their games were, their play, taking it outside the two of them without discussion was one of the hard rules she had set in place. He had to remember that! Especially when it came to her pure, sweet sister… corrupting her would be as low as he could get.

'But that isn't true,’ a dark voice in the back of her mind whispered. 'Weiss has Yang, and Yang has likely done all kinds of dirty things to her by now. Even if you don't dislike the blonde anymore, it's naïve and stupid to believe she's still pure and innocent.

And there slid in the fourth one, being taken into her body along with the rest. Now on to the final bead. But as he held it against the skin, he noticed she was clenching rather harshly, and not even letting up at all. Had he pushed her too far? Just the idea of Weiss finding out was too much for her to handle? What could possibly cause such a major reaction like that? Maybe that was his own failing – considering he had a fractured relationship with his own sister. Seeing her like this would have made him curl his lip briefly in revulsion, sure, but that would be it; done and done. Maybe he would ask her about that later.

"…But I'm not gonna do that." He kept it there for a moment longer, hesitating before the final bead to look up toward her. Perhaps for their second time, that idea was too harsh. "My little cumslut's been too good. Ain’t gonna punish her."

With that little encouragement, her entire body relaxed. That had been all she needed. The teasing had been interesting, and if she were honest with herself, she wouldn't have been truly angry unless she saw he was about to make good on those idle threats.

But that burning shame at the notion of angelic little Weiss walking in on her, strapped to her bedframe, spread-eagle and with five beads stuck inside of her most taboo opening… it shouldn't have been a turn-on. It wasn't, not really. But she did feel stimulated from it, felt her heart rate climbing, every sensitive area of her body tingling. If it happened, she'd be completely inconsolable, but the mere threat of it happening…

Moisture was beginning to run down the inside of Winter's thigh, and her heart leapt into her throat. Shit! That would not look good; it could give Qrow the wrong idea about why she was so wet if he noticed. She could only hope he was too focused on pushing that last bead inside of her.

For a while he was. The final bead was being pressed up against the skin, being twisted and turned to encourage her to open up and accept it. He was concentrating fully on the skin that was widening around it, gripping it like it was the only thing that could keep her sane. And when it got above halfway…

Witnessing the rest of it simply sink inside was the oddest, yet one of the most arousing things he had ever seen. Especially when the only evidence they were there was the small string and handle still poking out, swaying idly back and forth. Five beads, all in her tight opening. What did that feel like?

He couldn't exactly ask. However, when he looked and saw the moisture not only on her sex itself, but down her leg, it was a huge hint he was going in the right direction. Giving one more little tug on the handle, he commanded, "Squeeze. I want you to really feel 'em in there."

Winter did as she was bade; her cheeks clenched, and her voice was louder and freer, announcing her pleasure and discomfort that were mingling together into a single intolerable feeling. She just wanted more.

So much more that she was salivating now. That was her least favourite part about being gagged this way; eventually, she couldn't help but drool on herself. Some of her past Doms had chastised her for that, some had been turned on by the sight. Most didn't care one way or the other, and a few had stopped to wipe her clear. But Qrow couldn't even see it from his vantage point.

"Good girl…" As one final taunt before he moved forward, he reared his hand back, forcing it forward against one of her cheeks with a SLAP!

"NHhhHH!!" she yelped around the sphere between her lips. God, that felt incredible! She wasn't sure if it was incredible in a "good" way, exactly, but she was definitely more ready than ever for him to take her. In whichever way he would end up doing so.

By the time he was back to her front again, he was in for quite a sight. Winter was wet, both ends of her were. She was drooling for more against that gag of hers, and practically dripping down below as well. The humiliation, the beads, all of it was making her more than ready to be taken. How he wanted to be the one to do it.

But they had other ideas, other requests. Winter had already seen the vibrator, she knew that was coming. He couldn't disappoint her now. And so he went to grab it…

Which was when the phone rang out. It was a jaunty, familiar tune… and after a moment, they both recognized it as one of Weiss's very early hits, from when she was just starting out. Nobody needed to call her sister, because her sister had called her.

And Qrow was the one in control.

#Black Tie #White Noise #popstarverse #rwby fanfiction #rwby smut #qrowin #rwbyremnants #nsfw-Text

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texanredrose · 6 years

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Vent Post

Alright, I don’t typically do this, but I’ve hit my limit. Please understand, while I appreciate the love and support my stories have received, there is a trend that I have to address because it’s gotten to the point where it’s beyond ridiculous. After talking about it here, I honestly don’t want to have to bring it up again, and I expect no one to go harassing others over it. This isn’t directed at a single person and, for the most part, y’all have been wonderful; I truly couldn’t be more thankful.

However, if you’ve ever left a comment/review regarding Queens of Vale on another work of mine, especially if you didn’t ever leave a comment/review on Queens of Vale itself, and doubly so if you did that without actually reading the contents of the work in question? This is for you.

TL;DR: to everyone who loves Queens of Vale, I’m so sorry the next chapter hasn’t been posted yet. I would love nothing more than to return to it. But I also haven’t gone two weeks without someone using one of my other works to try to guilt trip me into posting it, and that kinda ticks me off.

Text contents of the above picture: “YYBB does have a point. I would LOVE to go back to working on QoV- or Freezerburn fics in general, really- but the amount of comments in that vein I've received have made it a sore spot, to the point where I've considered deleting it from FFN and AO3 entirely just so I don't have to deal with it anymore. It's also a big reason why I don't post promptly from tumblr to AO3/FFN, because each time I do- even though I've completely stopped writing FB and QoV- I get at least one comment/review/PM like this. I thank you for at least addressing the contents of THIS fic, since a lot of the ones I've received don't do that. You've also at least reviewed QoV before which, again, is something most people DON'T do when they leave comments like this on my other fics.

None of my fics are forgotten or abandoned. I go back and reread them myself and work on updates for them all the time! The next update for QoV, for instance, has been nearly completed for the better part of a year now. But I write what strikes my fancy in the moment and constantly being treated like my hobby should be dictated by others is extremely discouraging. Ultimately, I'm going to do what makes me happiest, because until writing starts paying my bills, I've really no inclination to put undue pressure on myself by compromising my free time to meet arbitrary deadlines.

I DO appreciate that you love the story. A lot of people do and that's fine! I'm absolutely FLOORED by how many fell in love with it! But, if people stopped hounding me to update it (the current record is less than two weeks), it would've HAD an update by now, much like several other fics that I updated or wrote sequels that no one asked for.

I also apologize for the wall of text. This just happened to be the straw that broke the camel's back. (I usually delete the aforementioned comments/reviews- which is hard as hell to do on FFN btw- but silence isn't getting me anywhere, so it seems like a tumblr post is in order.)”

For well over a year, I’ve been receiving all manner of comments/reviews/PMs/asks regarding the next update for QoV. They’ve ranged from polite questions to outright demands. At first, I tried to take them with a grain of salt- for anyone who actually read the Author’s Note at the end of the last chapter, you’ll know that I had to rewrite chapters, and thus it would take time for the next update to come because I had other commitments- but as time wore on, I became discouraged from continuing it when the other, smaller things I’d written started getting reviews/comments addressing QoV instead.

I love the stories I’ve written. I love the characters I’ve written. I genuinely care about each and every one and try to put the same love and care into all of them. Can you imagine how frustrating it can be when someone who didn’t even bother to tell you they liked something only mentions it when you’ve offered up something different? And people trying to guilt me into it, like I owe anything to people who couldn’t give the five seconds it takes to type up “this is cute” or “I like this”?

Understand, I’ve been putting up with this for three years- you would be shocked by how many people combed through my previous works to comment about how “it’s too bad you don’t write [ship] because your writing is so good!” Like, examine that statement for a minute; if my writing’s that good, does it matter which ship I write? Judging by how many people have responded to even the most niche ships I’ve written for, I’m going to answer that: no, it absolutely doesn’t. It’s just a method of trying to make me doubt my own abilities and passion, to push me to write something I don’t want to write.

Incidentally, my NOTP list? Entirely comprised of the suggestions other people have provided in reviews/comments like that. Because I don’t believe in rewarding bullies or praising bad behavior by bending to it, even for ships I honestly wouldn’t mind writing. So I’ve dealt with this, on a regular basis, all this time, in silence.

But enough is enough. The ones I’ve gotten recently? Couldn’t even be bothered to read the “this is a commission” literally at the top; the story’s written (mostly), I’m just posting at the customer’s request.

Do you know how infuriating that is? Here I am, writing something that literally tells you what’s up, but you aren’t going to read it because... you want to read... something else? ??? Where is the logic? How can I even be sure you read any part of QoV- because, again, a lot of people doing this didn’t comment/review, so it’s not like I know for sure- and aren’t just doing it for some sort of smug satisfaction? Really, there’s no motivation here to even open the draft.

Y’all, I’m sorry for getting so long winded about this, but it has been building for a while. I’m a little annoyed, to put things lightly. And, yes, I have considered pulling the story from the internet entirely; I’ve gotten to that point before because if anyone thinks I’m scared of threats, they’ve got another thing coming. I’ll call your bluff and look you in the eye while I do it. I’ve tagged people before, telling them to save a local copy- that’s how close I’ve been to just washing my hands of it.

And the thing that hurts most of all is knowing that a lot of really good, kind people love the story, too. People who’ve been patient and understanding would love to see an update. Hell, I only even wrote it because Maka made the suggestion! Y’all are the only reason I haven’t deleted QoV and keep working on the draft. But if I post it, the people who’ve been hounding me will think their tactics worked, and they’ll either try to do it on another work of mine or to another writer entirely, and that’s the last thing I want.

So I’m just coming right out and saying it. Until I can go three weeks without someone using another fic of mine to demand an update, QoV will be abandoned. It sucks because I was so looking forward to this arc, which was going to set up some really epic scenes towards the end and focus pretty heavily on the relationship between Yang and Weiss, as well as their relationship with the rest of Patch. I was so looking forward to it, y’all don’t even know! Whenever I start reading over the draft, I get excited all over again!

I really wish it hadn’t come to this. I put out what I think is a lot of content- I’m already over 331k words for 2018, and there’s still more to come; I’m on track to exceed last year’s 340k words- but I’m doing this for fun. I love writing and telling stories, but I’m going to tell the stories I want to tell and I’m too damn stubborn for that to change any time soon.

I’ve always told y’all I’m an asshole. I’m sorry to be a dick but I’m not going to back down because a bunch of people who haven’t spent hours working on stories of their own think it’s okay to dictate how I should be doing it.

And I swear to God if someone waits three weeks and one day to do this shit again, y’all will know. Y’all will know immediately.

#Tex has some shit to get off their chest #and the sad thing is I already KNOW the people who need to read this won't #so this is just screaming into the void #but goddamnit the void's going to listen

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arse-blathanna · 6 years

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it’s okay to talk - freezerburn oneshot

[Ao3] [FFN]

Fic Summary: When Yang wakes up late at night alone, she gets a lot of time to herself. Weiss finds her, and they need to talk about where their lives have gone.

Pairing: Weiss Schnee/Yang Xiao Long

Tags: Canon Compliant, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Pre-Relationship, Cuddling

Rating: T

Word Count: 2,825

Author’s Notes: I have really been loving the way that Weiss and Yang have been interacting in season 5, and I really wish that Weiss would actually get to talk about the things that she went through in Atlas for real. Just have these girls talk. Thank you for reading!

The house was too quiet, and even lit by the moon and lantern light, Mistral was too dark.

Yang was tired, but every time that she tried to sleep she found herself hanging off of the edges of a bad memory, her hands hurting even when one of them wasn't there anymore. She’d wake every night, world ablaze in her head and her heart pounding too hard in her chest.

It happened every night.

When she wasn’t able to get back to sleep, which was on most nights, it meant that she had a lot of time to think, or read, or otherwise be left to her own devices. While her friends and sister were sleeping, and Qrow was away doing whatever it was that he did at night (usually drinking,) she was the only one up.

The good thing about the house that Qrow had decided to rent for them was that it was big, and there was the balcony outside where Yang was now sitting, her legs stretched out in front of her and a blanket there to keep her warm, but not much else. Mistral was chilly, all because of the mountain air, but it was far from unpleasant Atlesian cold or Valean winters.

The moon glowed bright over her, and it was beautiful. Mistral was beautiful. It was nothing like what she had grown up with herself.

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The difference was staggering.

"Yang?" A voice called from behind her and Yang took in a deep breath, looking over her shoulder to see that it was Weiss there, in her own pajamas and her hair down. She looked tired herself, and Yang couldn't help but wonder what she was doing awake. Maybe she’d heard Yang get up and had gotten up herself.

Yang pushed the thought back from her mind and sighed. "Hey, Weiss."

"What are you doing up so late?" Weiss asked, walking out onto the balcony with her. Yang shrugged and pat the space on the ground beside her, and was pleased when Weiss took that space beside her. They were both quiet for a long moment before Yang spoke up for herself.

"I couldn't sleep." She said, shrugging. "Needed some space."

"Should I go?" Weiss asked, making herself as comfortable in the spot that she had taken as she could. "Because if you need space-"

"Nah," Yang mumbled. "You don't have to."

Weiss nodded. "Do you... want me to stay?"

Yang hesitated, because that was something that she really wasn't sure of. She and Weiss had gotten some time together, but it hadn't really been enough to catch up. The time at the bandit camp had been limited, and... stressful, to say the least.

It was still stressing Yang out, days after the fact.

"I don't know." Yang finally managed, her voice coming out as barely more than a whispered. She glanced over at Weiss out of the corner of her eye and sighed, offering her friend a place to sit under the blanket. Weiss just slid right in, letting the blanket lie across both of their laps.

"That's okay." Weiss said, stretching out a little bit more and looking up at the sky herself. If the two of them were going to sit there together in relative silence, then that was something that Yang was okay with.

She just leaned back and looked back up at the moon, a thousand thoughts still flitting through her mind like butterflies.

"Isn't it amazing?" Weiss asked, out of nowhere.

"What?" Yang asked, looking up at her teammate.

"The moon." Weiss replied, sighing and looking back over at Yang. "No matter where you are, it always looks the same.”

Yang blinked, because that was something that she hadn't exactly thought about herself. In a way it felt almost comforting. Wherever Blake was, she would see the same moon too. Everyone saw it. Life goes on. "It does, doesn't it."

Weiss smiled at her. "It's beautiful." She said, looking back away from Yang now. "Sometimes it feels like it's the only thing that hasn't changed."

"Yeah." Yang mumbled. "You ever think about how differently things could have gone?"

"Well, of course." Weiss replied to her, now the two of them able to lock eyes for a second. "All the time, really."

"We would have been second years this week." Yang said, feeling a heaviness to her that she knew that she wasn't going to be able to shake that easily. She barked out a bitter laugh before continuing. "All of us. Could you imagine that, just... going to classes. Listening to Port ramble. Trying to make out what Oobleck was saying in a lecture."

"I miss it." Weiss whispered. "When I decided that I wanted to be a huntress, nothing like... well, this every came to my mind. I saw a way to restore my family name to honor and try to fix things, and… get away."

Yang nodded. "You know," She said, keeping her voice down because she was afraid that someone else might be able to overhear what the two of them were talking about. "The way that it had always sounded, it seemed like my mother abandoned me because of... me." She swallowed and looked back over her shoulder to check that the two of them were still alone and that nobody was trying to spy on them. "But now the reasons are different and I don't know what to make of things anymore. I've been lied to my whole life."

"It doesn't seem like anyone was allowed to talk about it." Weiss offered, like she thought that might make it better. It didn’t, but the thought mattered. "You don't have to love her, you know."

Yang paused because while she and Weiss had talked about their histories before, there were still a lot of things that she didn't know. The two of them had only ever shared so much. Now it felt like she was seeing something... different. Something that she had never thought about with regard to Weiss.

"What?" Yang asked. "But she's... family."

"And?" Weiss responded. "It's just blood. It hurts but... it doesn't mean you have to love them." Weiss began to curl in on herself, pulling her legs up to her chest and wrapping her arms around her knees. Ducking her head like she was trying to hide behind them. Weiss’ hair fell forward, creating a curtain of sorts. "Trust me on that."

"Weiss?" Yang picked up her hand to reach over and touch Weiss but hesitated, a few inches away from her for just a moment "What's-"

"Do you want to know why I left Atlas?"

Yang paused because... well, she hadn't really thought about how Weiss had ended up in Mistral all that much. It wasn't like her, where she was going after family or something similar to what Yang had. At least not to her knowledge. It also probably wasn't like Ruby and the remaining members of JNPR, who had come because they could go looking to fix things.

She didn't know a thing about Weiss, and it wasn’t like they’d gotten a good chance to talk about it.

"Uh... yeah." Yang replied, leaning back slightly. “I guess.”

"I told you all the story about the banquet where I summoned the Boarbatusk." Weiss started, taking her time with her words but still staying too quiet. "But I didn't tell you about what happened after."

"Did... you get into trouble?"

"That's putting it lightly." Weiss said. "My father dragged me to my room- I mean physically dragged. He berated me, slapped me, and disinherited me in about the span of three minutes. He was going to hold me there as a prisoner. He was going to blame my disappearance on what happened at Beacon. Say that I was unfit for anything because of the trauma I endured there." Weiss went quiet for a moment too long, and Yang just felt a creeping sense of horror at the revelation. She'd always gotten the feeling that Weiss hadn't had a great upbringing, despite her wealth. Their conversation earlier that day about their mothers had confirmed it.

This felt like something else entirely, but it made sense. In fact, it was making a lot of things about how Weiss had been acting since they'd reunited make sense. It was hard to miss the way that Weiss seemed to flinch every time that someone raised their voice in anger now.

Yang felt a stab of guilt, knowing why Weiss had seemed to shrink back when she'd lost her temper earlier.

"I... didn't have any idea." Yang said, feeling a little bit more than dumbstruck. "He shouldn't have done that."

"No," Weiss said, looking back up at the moon. "He shouldn't have. But that isn't the point. I don't love him," Weiss explained, some sort of hard to name emotion slipping into her voice. "He's my father by blood, but I don't love him because I realize now that me, my mother, my sister- even my brother were all just tools to him. You don't have to love anyone because they're blood. The only ones from Atlas that I can call family now are Klein and my sister. And Klein isn't even related to me." She went quiet for a moment. “I meant it when I said you guys are like family.”

Yang nodded along, but she didn’t know that she felt entirely convinced. But the thing was that she knew Weiss, and that she knew that there was some reason that Weiss was choosing to come to her with what she did. But there, resting under the surface, Yang was left with a lot of questions and next to know answers.

“I’m sorry.” Yang said, letting her eyes drift over so that they could meet Weiss’. “I just wish that they hadn’t lied to me.”

“I can’t blame you for that.” Weiss replied, sighing. “I’m still not really…” Her voice trailed off, but Yang understood what she was trying to say. “I think that being here is the right thing though. Maybe.”

“Yeah,” Yang couldn’t help but chuckle. “Maybe is putting it about right.”

“It isn’t like we have much of a guideline.” Weiss laughed quietly, and she was starting to seem a little bit more relaxed. That was something that Yang was beyond glad for. “I’m just glad that we’re all together again. For the most part.”

“We could have been normal second years.” Yang laughed bitterly. “If only we’d gotten that lucky.”

“I don’t know that any of us could have been normal, really.” Weiss said, keeping her voice down. “With Ruby being… Ruby and your mother. My family. Blake’s history. I don’t know that normal was ever really possible. But we could have had our time at Beacon as just students.”

Yang shrugged, because on some level she was sure that Weiss was right. The thing that she wanted more than anything else would be for them to be able to reset the timer on what had happened. Go back, and just be able to live their lives without their home crumbling beneath their feet and their friends getting hurt or killed.

“Yeah,” She said, letting out a quiet sigh. “You’re right.” Yang looked away, and when she looked down she saw her own hand, metal and painted and not really hers, as much as she tried to make it hers. Another reminder of everything that should have gone differently in her life. Another reminder that no matter what, there was going to be no going back for any of them. Especially for her.

"...Yang?"

Yang blinked, jarring herself out of her thoughts when she realized that Weiss sounded distinctly worried. She didn't look back over, because Yang wasn't sure that was what she wanted to do in that moment. "Yeah?"

"Is there... anything that you feel you need to talk about?" Weiss shifted in closer to her, and the blanket moved with her. Yang pulled it back over herself a little bit, careful to make sure that she didn't pull it away from Weiss in the process. They were all but touching at the shoulders, and that was something that Yang knew she wasn't going to be able to forget about at all.

The closeness was... pleasant, all things considered. Even if she hadn't been planning for it originally, Yang liked it. In fact, now that she thought about it, she and Weiss were spending a lot of time close together anyways.

When they'd sat with her mother and had tea, Weiss had practically tried to hold her hand for a moment. They'd reunited and hugged and Yang had never felt better until she'd finally seen her little sister again.

It felt like things between the two of them had changed so much, even though they'd only been together for a day or two at most. It was a thought that made Yang wish that she and Weiss had been closer back at Beacon.

Yang shrugged, because she didn't know what she did want to talk about at that point. Weiss wouldn't be able to relate to some of the things that were plaguing her, Yang knew that for a fact.

"I dunno." She finally said, and it felt like her voice was only able to come in at barely above a whisper. "I can't really figure it out."

Weiss nodded. "Me either." She murmured, letting herself press in against Yang a little bit more. Maybe she was cold, Yang thought, but she didn't make any real effort to pull back away from Weiss. "I think that I just want to... be together right now." Weiss let her voice trail off. "I didn't know if I would ever see any of you again."

"Yeah," Yang replied, letting her cheek brush against Weiss' soft white hair. "I felt the same way. I still feel like that, but I at least have you and Ruby back.”

“We’re really stuck in this now, aren’t we?” Weiss asked, almost cuddling in against Yang even more. “There's no getting out.” She sounded pretty upset, and that wasn’t something that Yang could blame her for. The two of them had been told all too much over the course of the last few days, and neither of them really had any way to make sense of what was happening to them.

“Nope.” Yang muttered, doing her best to hide exactly how frustrated she felt by all of it. “And Ozpin was trying to groom us for it from the beginning.” She hesitated, because that was what her mother her said. Special treatment, turning a blind eye- it had all been familiar and now that Yang knew that was something that she had to worry about she didn’t know how to feel about any of it. She hated it.

Weiss nodded. “Do you think that he would have tried for any other team, or do you think-”

“I think that Ozpin might have picked us before we ever would have figured it out.” Yang grumbled. “I mean, you said it yourself- between the four of us there is no such thing as normal”

“I don’t want to do this.” Weiss whispered to her, and Yang understood. She reached out and wrapped her arm around Yang’s back, pulling her in just a bit closer because it felt like the two of them really needed that closer connection. It was something that the two of them could hold on to and feel better for it.

"I don't either." Yang replied. "Even if Ruby and the others feel right about it, I don't know that I do. Or that I even can. Not when we can't trust anyone that knows all of what's going on."

"We need to stick together."

"Yeah." Yang sighed. "We need to stick together."

"I'll stand by you." Weiss whispered, tilting her head so that the two of them could finally lock eyes. It seemed like she was just beginning to realize just how close they were. Yang felt an urge to pull the blanket closer around the two of them, but abandoned the thought before it could get out of hand.

It might have meant something, but it could have also meant nothing, and Yang didn't want to know which was the truth. Either she and Weiss were close and both wanted to be there together for the sake of each other, or Weiss and her just needed to feel close to someone else at a time when they were the only ones awake.

"You know that I'll stick with you and Ruby." Yang mumbled back, and she watched as the tiniest smile began to stretch across her face.

For this, Yang would allow time to stop.

They were together, and they were facing a terrible future. That was all that mattered in that moment.

It would end eventually, but for now, Yang just decided to smile back at Weiss.

#rwby #rwby fanfic #freezerburn #weiss schnee #yang xiao long #oops my hand slipped #mantiswrites #2018 oneshot

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wr8tur · 6 years

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Frosted Flame - A RWBY FreezerBurn Fic.

She steps on her glyph, catapulting herself high in the air, carefully avoiding the claw of the white beowolf that was coming for her arm. Weiss doesn't need another scar to mar her features. Tightening her grip on Myrtenaster, she leaps down to stab the white grimm in the chest before pushing off and attacking the wolf that was behind her, putting her rapier straight into the creature's eye.

The white haired warrior looks at three other wolves and readies herself for their attack.

She ducks down, slicing the leg off a wolf before putting her blade through its neck. It vanishes in the air, allowing her to see that one wolf seems to be intent on taking a bite off her face. She raises her rapier, slicing the creature's mouth off before leaping back to reclaim her personal space.

She glances down and sees there's only one cartridge of dust left in Myrtenaster so she knows she can only use it as a last resort.

It's certainly harder, fighting the beasts off without the aid of dust but Weiss perseveres, wiping the sweat from her brow before running toward her opponents. This is the point of the exercise, to be able to hold off her enemies with just her semblance and her sword skills and not to rely on expertise with dust.

With the embargo, dust has become expensive and almost like a rare commodity, one that will prove to be harder for her to obtain given her recent status as a former heiress.

She finishes off the last wolf and allows herself to catch her breath and relish in her accomplishment.

The sound of boots hitting the ground causes her to look toward the direction of the house. She sees Yang, sauntering her way with an easy and welcoming smile.

"We gotta stop meeting like this." Yang says as she approaches Weiss.

The snow haired girl releases a small smile, a part of her was glad that she's not the only one who's having sleeping while a bigger part is immensely worried because the buxom blonde seems to be having trouble sleeping.

She remembers their days at Beacon and how hard they all had to work in order to wake up their brawler teammate.

"Having trouble sleep?" concern drips out of her tone.

"I guess I'm still adjusting to missing an eighth of my body." Yang shrugs. "I woke up trying to reach my pillow with my right hand." she explains and Weiss is thankful she didn't wake from a nightmare. Weiss had read about it on her scroll once, how traumatic effects could plague the mind well after the event. "You?"

"I can't always depend on a white knight to save me." as great a fighter as Weiss is, she knows she's needed to be saved more times than she cares to admit.

"It's a little too early to be working yourself so hard though." she has been watching the shorter girl train for almost a half hour now, never stopping even though Yang had seen her clutching her breast as she struggled to breathe just moments ago.

The blonde tosses a water bottle at her friend who catches it with a thankful smile on her face. Weiss twists the bottle open, gulping the cool liquid content heartily.

"My sister, Winter," Weiss begins after wiping the excess water from her mouth. "Warned me once that she wouldn't always be there to save me." she confesses, finding it easy to confide in Yang after the blonde opened up about her own struggles. Besides, she doesn't have things like etiquette and reputation to worry about now. Because in her father's eyes, she's no longer fit to carry the Schnee name, the one that he married into. "I didn't realize it would happen much sooner than either of us anticipated." Yang watches the snow haired maiden.

"Does she know what your father did to you?" she asks, liking that Weiss feels comfortable enough to share such intricate details of her life.

"She's busy trying to keep peace." the kingdoms are on the brink of war after all. "I'm not her responsibility." she stands, tall and proud and regal, just like the Weiss Schnee that Yang first met at Beacon not so long ago. But if one were to take a closer look, one would see the fatigue and forlorn look in her ice blue depths. "I'm luckier than she was." She looks at the blonde brawler and she knows she isn't alone. "She didn't have anyone when she defected from my father." Weiss is quite content to start off just like her sister did, with absolutely no help from other family members. "And I'm quite through being the damsel in distress." she has no desire to be a burden on Yang and Ruby, doesn't want them to constantly look over their shoulders to see if the ice princess needs their assistance.

Ruby already has to worry about avenging Penny and Pyrrah. She doesn't want to add to the younger girl's list. And Yang, the last time she came to aid one of her friends didn't exactly end well. Weiss doesn't want her to lose more limbs, especially not on her account.

"Well, If all princesses looked as good as you, I'd never stop rescuing them." the blonde smirks and Weiss is trying to fight off the blush forming on her cheeks.

She knows this is just Yang being Yang, making suggestive and sometimes flirtatious comments in order to ease the tension and lighten the mood. The former heiress supposes it is a bit too early in the morning for deep heart to heart talks so Weiss relaxes, deciding she's shared enough for one day.

"Where's your…" she trails, eyes trained on area where Yang's robotic limb is supposed to be.

"I can't always depend on my robo arm to beat baddies." the golden haired beauty remarks as she raises her organic limb. "Got to stretch the muscles and not just the wires." she winks playfully at the white haired woman rolls her eyes affectionately.

"How about we spar then?" she suggests.

It has been a while since she sparred with an actual person instead of one of the loyal subjects that she conjures. Truth be told, she misses Yang's spontaneity in battle.

The blonde has a way of keeping her on her feet. Ruby always wants things to be finished quickly so she tends to rush her attack, relentless and rapid in succession. Blake tends to be an opportunistic fighter, leaving a clone here and there to create an opening before she makes her kill. Yang's decidedly the most unmethodical out of all of them. Weiss's attacks are more direct and decided than Yang's, who always opts to use training sessions as both a means to better their abilities and more importantly, to bond.

"Thanks Weiss!" the one armed woman grins and Weiss knows there's an awful joke on the tip of her tongue, just waiting to be released. "I can always count on you to give me a hand!"

Much to both their surprise, the usually composed and uptight former heiress releases a loud laugh. Yang easily joins in.

The sun rises as the two laugh their way into the new day.

xxxx

The door closes and she looks away from her scroll only to find a pair of lilac eyes staring right into her ice blue depths. Yang's dramatically plops herself onto the bed, placing her head on the shorter girl's lap.

"Watcha doing?" Yang questions as she relaxes.

It never occurred to Weiss, how touchy feely Yang seems to be, how easily and eagerly she encroaches upon someone's personal space. The buxom blonde doesn't seem to be aware of a little thing called boundaries.

Weiss tears her eyes away from her curious depths, resuming her reading on the scroll once more.

"I'm trying to read about the latest update about the latest military action in the area." she explains and Yang knows it's because she wants news about her sister. With the communications still down, there's no way to contact the older snow haired maiden to let her know she's okay. "I'm also trying to find out about the dust embargo." as long as her father's busy trying to keep the business afloat, he won't be scheming to get her back just yet.

"Hmm…" Yang releases a breathy sigh as she settles closer to the snow haired angel. "Find out anything?"

"No." Weiss tosses the scroll to the side and to her surprise she finds her free hand is tangled in a nest of gold. "Oh," she makes a move to retract her appendage but the blonde is quick to grab onto her wrist. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize." she knows Yang is very sensitive about her hair but she hadn't realized that she's been fiddling with her golden tresses.

"It's okay." she guides the former heiress's hand back onto her head. "You can keep going." her long flowing locks feeling smooth against Weiss's fingertips. "It's actually pretty calming."

"You're bored aren't you?" Weiss can practically feel the energy radiating through the ends of her hair.

"I was, but I'm a little better now." she's being honest because the former heiress's actions are really helping put her restless spirit at ease. "You're really good at that, you know." Weiss trails her fingernails gently against her scalp.

"For an ice queen?" she narrows her eyes at the blonde in her lap.

"Come on, we both know you're really warm and fuzzy on the inside." Yang knows this from experience. "I can't remember the last time Ruby and I just sat down and played with each other's hair like this." it seems so long ago that their life was so simple.

"Can't say I've had that much practice with that." life at the Schnee manor had always been hectic. Winter and Weiss always had recitals and lessons and training. There was hardly ever any time to just relax. "I mean, a servant let me do her hair once, but my mother caught us and banned everyone else from letting me touch their scalp." Weiss chuckles. "I think my mother was trying to discourage any dreams I'd have of becoming a hair dresser."

"I would pay to see that!" her shoulders shake with her laughter as she clutches her stomach.

"What, you don't think I can do your hair?" she questions.

"I think you can do anything, Weiss." Yang answers assuredly with a bright and trusting smile. "But, I guess I would like a demo." Yang abruptly sits up, her back toward the former heiress with her hair clearly within Weiss's reach. "I trust you." ice blue eyes narrow in determination as she gently takes the hair in her hands.

She braids the silky locks with careful precision, ignoring the churning her stomach and the voice in her head that's reminding her how sacred this seemingly simple act is to Yang who's extremely particular about her hair.

"Done." Weiss proclaims.

She watches as Yang grabs the scroll on the other side of the bed, using the black screen as a mirror as she turns her head, appraising her new hairstyle.

"Looks great." she places the scroll down and Weiss releases a breath she didn't know she'd been holding. "My turn." Yang turns quickly, reaching up to Weiss's bun, pulling the pin holding it in place off. She watches as straight white locks cascade and frame the former heiress's face. Yang proceeds to brush the shorter girl's snowy mane with her fingers, gathering a few before tying it into a smaller bun. She finishes, admiring her handiwork as she succeeded in putting half the of Weiss's hair up in a bun while the other half runs freely down her shoulders. Yang tucks stray strands behind Weiss's ears. "I always thought you look really good with your hair down." her hand, the cold metal contraption, rests against the snow maiden's cheek. "Sorry." she tries to tear the artificial limb away but the shorter girl holds it in place.

"Thank you." Weiss whispers as she looks at those lilac eyes.

She knows Yang is attractive, with her wavy blonde hair framing a pretty blemish free face and bosomy figure, it's no wonder the boys at Beacon all drooled over the blonde bombshell.

But perhaps the most attractive feature about the blonde is her eyes, and she's not talking about the way they flicker shades from a light purple to a fiery red. No, it's how they depict the very essence of the brawler. She can feel the potency of Yang's strength, her passion, although right now they seem to be shining something else Weiss doesn't dare name.

Seeing all that apparently renders one incapable of movement or thought. Weiss hadn't known the blonde had been capable of such a feat but here she is, experiencing it first hand.

"You look beautiful." Yang replies as she stares deep into those icy blue depths.

They've always looked cold, depicting Weiss's calculating and determined character. But there's more to the former heiress than her ambitions. The more she's gets to know the snow haired maiden the easier it is to see behind the frost.

They're too absorbed in the moment to hear the footsteps approaching their room. They're too focused on each other to notice the doorknob being turned.

"Yang!" Ruby opens the door. "Lunch is…" she trails, eyes narrowed at the sight of her sister and Weiss. "ready." she finishes slowly, wondering why her sister and her partner are so close with their faces almost touching.

"Let's eat!" Nora asks as she peeks in the room.

"Um," Yang looks to Weiss who just grants her a small timid smile as she reclaims her space.

"Sounds great." she rises from the bed and approaches her two friends by the doorway, pausing to throw the blonde a look over her shoulder. "Come on, some food might do us some good." maybe filling their stomachs will give them an opportunity to clear their heads.

"Right." Yang looks at her sister, ignoring the questioning look in her eyes, as she stands to join the others.

xxxx

Their rag tag group walks down the street. Ruby and Nora are animatedly talking with the not so new guy, Oscar, while Ren and Jaune walk behind them, grins on their faces as they listen to the girls bantering. Qrow is busy taking a swig from his trusty flask not too far behind.

Weiss and Yang walk, shoulders gently brushing against each other while they sneak glances at the other through their peripherals.

The left over charge of whatever that moment was in the room is still evident. It's actually becoming more potent with each passing day. Now it's lingering in the air, thick enough to cut, and Yang is a little eager to get to the bottom of things while Weiss finds herself intrigued by this apparent new development between her and the taller girl.

They reach the town square and Nora and Ruby become even livelier as they look upon what the city of Mistral has to offer them.

"Ooh!" Ruby's gaze is trained on the weapons section of the market. She and Nora look at each other, grins spreading madly, before bouncing off in that direction. "Come on guys!" she looks behind her, gesturing for them to follow.

"Um." Oscar stays still, uncertain about what he should do.

"Let's go." Jaune puts a hand on the newbie's shoulder. "You can hear all about the new shotgun axe." he's witnessed how consumed Ruby gets whenever she sees a new weapon. The smaller boy clutches his cane. "Not that there's anything wrong with what you got now, Professor Ozpin." he backtracks, not wishing to offend his mentor. "I just figure it'd be good for Oscar to know about other weapons and how dust works and stuff."

"Not a bad idea, Mr. Arc." Ozpin remarks before handing the reigns back to Oscar.

"Come on, we have to stop Nora before she gives a live demonstration." Ren states with a surprisingly relaxed smile as he follows the enthusiastic pair down the road.

"I need a refill." Qrow mumbles as the five head the opposite direction.

The rest of the team ventures off, leaving the unlikely pair alone. The tall blonde looks at the white haired beauty, smiling as their eyes meet for once again.

"You want to go look for some clothes?" Yang suggests as she watches Weiss run her fingers through her white locks, ignoring how her organic fingertips are itching to bury themselves in the silky snow. "I mean, I totally don't mind you borrowing my stuff," Weiss doesn't really have anything to sleep in so she's been borrowing Weiss's stuff, seeing as they've been sharing a room. Yang hadn't really wanted to uproot Nora who's been rooming with Ruby since Team RNJR had arrived. Plus, she figures she could save the snow haired former heiress from the hammer wielder's rather boisterous morning routine. "But maybe you'd want something more comfortable?" surely the former heiress would rather sleep in a more luxurious nighty than her ratty baggy t-shirts.

"Your shirts are really comfortable." in truth Weiss feels more restful in Yang's clothes than her silk nightgowns. She suspects it because they feel homey, like they've been worn in because they've been frequently used, and of course there's the fact that they smell just like Yang, like peaches and a warm sun. "But if it bothers you that I'm sharing your clothes…" she doesn't want to be a nuisance.

"Trust me, I really don't mind seeing you in my clothes." Yang's seen the shorter girl in her fancy sleepwear in their dorm but she can't say she remembers seeing Weiss so relaxed. And also, there's something strangely satisfying about witnessing the usually uptight, prim and proper girl look so at home, with her long flowing white locks down and a sleepy look in her eyes while she sports on the brawler's oversized t. "I figure you'd want something more your taste."

"Well, there are certain items that I need to procure but…" she trails off.

"My mom stole your things and your money!" Yang concludes. In their haste to get away, Weiss hadn't asked for her things back and simply grabbed her trusty rapier and hopped on the blonde's bike. "Geez." she lifts her robot arm in order to scratch the back of her head. "I'm really sorry about that Weiss." her mother really is quite the character.

"It's not your fault." she's not going to hold children accountable for the wrongdoings of their parents.

After all, she would hate for someone to do that to her after all her father's done to the faunus and everyone else that he considered less, which was basically everyone who isn't a Schnee.

"Well, I know the other branch of my family would be more than happy to repay you for all the trouble my mom caused." she smirks devilishly. "I'll be right back." there's a mischievous glint in her eyes as she takes off in the direction Qrow is going.

It isn't long before Weiss hears Qrow screaming. She sees the blonde bounding toward her, looking absolutely gleeful.

"What did you," she doesn't get to finish the question because Yang's grabbing onto her hand and pulling her down the street, away from the blonde's uncle's hunched form. "Yang!" Weiss squeals as the buxom beauty continues to drag her further into the market place, away from her mother's twin sibling.

"Don't worry, I left him plenty of lien to buy…" she looks around the area before leaning in. "Stuff." Yang whispers loudly, speaking of course about dust they may need and her uncle's favorite beverage. "Now, on to the goods!"

"Where should we go?" Weiss questions as she looks around.

"How about that one?" she points to the nearest clothing store near them. "Looks good." she eyes the items outside the display window and the snow haired maiden just grabs her hand and pulls her inside.

They walk around the shop, perusing the items, fingers entwined. It's a thing, now, apparently.

Ever since that day in the room, they've both taken every excuse and opportunity to find a way to come in contact with each other. It started with just lingering touches, a hand on a shoulder, brushing fingertips longer than necessary on a body part. Then it evolved to playful pouncing during their sparring sessions, to cuddling whenever they're in the same room, and holding hands when they're strolling down their temporary residence's grounds.

They just always need to be touching.

Neither girl's fighting the development but they haven't really talked about what exactly is going on between them, seeing as what's happening is clear to them both.

They reluctantly break apart, allowing Weiss to peruse the store whilst Yang hangs back, watching snow haired angel flit about. She smiles, appreciating the sight of the former heiress looking absolutely at ease. With all that's going on, it's nice to be able to enjoy mundane activities like shopping for clothes.

"What do you think?" Weiss asks as she holds up a white shirt.

"Try it on." Yang suggests as she tilts her head in the direction of the fitting room. She watches as the wheels turn in Weiss's mind and pretty soon, she sees the former heiress grabbing a bunch of clothes that she pushes toward her blonde haired companion. She laughs as she takes the items and is about to head into the fitting room but pauses when something on the rack catches her eye. She grabs the item and tosses it toward the rapier wielder. "I bet the color would look good on you."

Weiss looks at the yellow sundress in her hands and nods her head in agreement before venturing in a fitting room herself.

They spend the majority of the time trying on different outfits and modeling them for each other, laughing and smiling. It feels like they're just two teenage girls having fun, instead of warriors in training about to enter into war with the sorceress who created the walking nightmare they fear the most.

"I just need a few things really." Weiss remarks as they exit the fitting room. Just some necessities and perhaps that one outfit, apart from her yellow sundress, she tried on that made Yang stammer for a good minute. "If it's alright with you, I'll just meet you by the register in a few minutes?" because there are some items she really does need to procure and will prefer to obtain them without Yang's watchful eye.

"You'd leave me all alone in this strange place?" apparently Weiss is powerless against the Xiao Long-Rose puppy dog pout.

"Come on." she grabs her hand and pulls her to the direction of the underwear section of the store, trying to control the fluttering in her chest. "Before I change my mind." she suspects she's going to die of embarrassment by the time they're done with this little excursion.

"I don't suppose you'd want to model these for me?" Yang asks as she holds up a pair of white lace panties. Weiss pointedly ignores the blonde. "Wait… you mean to tell me…" she trails off as she realizes something very important. She'd seen the undergarments that Weiss leaves out to dry at night in their bathroom. "So you mean, you're completely naked when you're wearing my shirt?" Weiss swears she can see a bit of drool pooling in the corner of the buxom blonde's mouth.

"I don't think we should be talking about this." Yang takes her red stained cheeks as confirmation.

"I disagree." her eyes are glazed over as she envisions just what Weiss looks like without the cotton t. "I think we should definitely be talking about this." she grins salaciously as her eyes trail down the white haired beauty's slender form.

"Are you… are you picturing me naked?!" she shrieks, cheeks a blaze.

"Yep." Yang looks at her unabashedly and Weiss's eye twitches in irritation and embarrassment while she fights off the smile threatening to form between her lips. It's amazing, really, how the taller girl manages to make her feel so many things so profoundly. "I always wondered what's under all those ruffles."

"You should be so lucky to find out." she huffs with the air of superiority that Yang undoubtedly finds attractive.

"Well," she saunters toward the shorter girl, hips swaying a bit more than usual, as she lays on her Yangtastic charm full blast upon her teammate. "I'm kinda hoping I will be." honesty's always been her strong suit.

"I should slap you for being so bold." the small smile on her face is filled with amusement.

"You wouldn't." she's oozing with confidence as she tilts her chin boldly at the shorter girl. "You like me too much." and Weiss doesn't have it in her to offer protests.

"You're so sure of yourself, aren't you?" she doesn't bother hiding her smile, staring fondly at the confident blonde as her eyes trail over the buxom blonde's beauty. "It doesn't help that you have every reason to be." because Yang is definitely the complete package.

"I like seeing you like this." she reaches out to the snow haired maiden, entwining their fingers together, before pulling her closer.

"Completely at your mercy?" Weiss allows herself to be drawn toward the blonde.

"Relaxed." Yang clarifies as much as she enjoys having those icy blues roam her body, she likes that Weiss is not having to struggle to form a diplomatic response, likes that she feels comfortable enough to not fuss and feel like she has to keep up a facade. "Seeing you just be yourself." Weiss certainly isn't too concerned with decorum lately.

"I guess you're rubbing off on me." it's a little bit of that and the fact that today may very well be the last quiet moment they have for a while.

"Not yet, but I will be." she wags her eyebrows suggestively, enjoying the way Weiss's cheeks redden with each passing second. "I mean, if you're willing." Weiss's body is doing strange things but her upbringing doesn't let her knees buckle just because a beautiful girl is smirking suggestively her way.

"Take me to dinner first and we'll see." she manages to push out despite her self-consciousness seeing as she's never been good at this flirting thing.

"You asking me to ask you out?" it's probably not the protocol, Weiss realizes.

But she also knows that Yang's not really the conventional type anyway and she might even appreciate the usually prudish girl's forwardness. Judging from the look on Yang's face, she's not wrong.

"What do you think, you brute?" Weiss taps her foot impatiently because while she knows they should be focusing on the battle ahead, it's also become apparent that their existence in the future is not a guarantee. Also, she's not used to putting her heart on a sleeve, seeing how well it turned out last time. She shakes the thought out of her head because Yang is nothing like Neptune. "Well?" she presses, arms crossed as she dares the blonde to pose the question that'll effectively solidify the change in their relationship.

"Weiss," in the blink of eye lilac depths have been replaced by a fiery red because, as they're both learning, it's passion that makes them turn and not anger. "Have dinner with me tomorrow night?" as much as she wants to seal the deal, the group had all agreed to meet up and have dinner at the restaurant near their hotel.

"It's a date." Weiss squeezes the taller girl's hand and smiles.

xxxx

She sighs as she hops off her treasured motorcycle. After breakfast, she had taken off in order to find something to do for her date with Weiss tonight. She scoured the city for an activity she thinks the snow haired beauty will enjoy.

Sadly nothing seems good enough since Yang knows Weiss deserves only the best. Dinner just seems so generic and mundane and the buxom blonde is certain that she can do much better than that. Her footsteps are heavy with her indecision as she ventures inside the house, struggling to find something to do tonight.

She's inexperienced with this, not because she's never dated, but because she never had to try so hard before.

Dating, like most things in her life, was always just about having fun. She'd meet someone, they'd go out, and that was that. She didn't care beyond that because she's never been much for thinking ahead.

But that was before.

Weiss is decidedly different than the rest of her previous entanglements and Yang has never wanted things to past a second date.

She huffs. She's probably making things more complicated than they have to be but she's hardly to blame. Weiss is used to class and luxury, having been born with a platinum spoon in her mouth, so having a meal at some fancy restaurant will do nothing to impress the former heiress. Yang wants this to be memorable and special to ensure that she'll get countless more outings with her teammate.

The blonde can't help but shake her head at the thought of wanting more with her white haired counterpart.

If someone had asked her a month ago what she thought about Weiss, she'd have considered her nothing more than a dear friend. The former heiress had been right when she'd said that they aren't the closest in the group.

Things certainly have changed.

"Uh Yang, are you busy?" Ruby calls out as she walks toward her sister. She shifts her weight on the balls of her feet as she struggles to look the blonde in her eyes. She wrings her fingers together. "I was wondering if we can hang out, just the two of us?"

"Uh?" she looks at her watch and sees that there's just a couple hours left before her date with Weiss. "Weiss and I are actually…"

"It's fine." Weiss interjects as she enters the living room, knowing Ruby's probably dying to spend some time alone with her sister since her partner has taken up most of Yang's time. "Rain check for the tomorrow night instead?" she tiptoes and presses her lips on the blonde's cheek, sealing the promise with a kiss. "Yang?" she regains a measure of personal space and finds the tall blonde looking completely dazed.

"You got it, princess!" the buxom beauty exclaims after repossessing her ability to think. "Just you and me." her white haired companion walks toward the exit to join the others. "Get ready for the most unforgettable night of your life!"

Weiss grants her a wide smile before disappearing behind the door. Yang stares at the spot the former heiress vacated, still dazed.

"Um." Ruby begins, calling her sister's attention toward her. "Sorry about springing this on you." she chuckles awkwardly, sporting an apologetic smile. "I didn't realize you and Weiss had plans." but perhaps she shouldn't have been surprised.

"It's fine Rubes." she squeezes her younger sister's shoulder gently in assurance.

"I just thought it'd be nice for you and I to do something," the shorter girl remarks. "Since you've been spending a lot of time with Weiss lately." she looks toward were the others are located before focusing her silver gaze back on her older sister.

"You're right." she'd been neglecting her sister, unintentionally of course. "And I'm sorry about that." it's a genuine apology.

"It's okay!" Ruby is quick to assure, shaking her hands lively. "You know, at first I thought it was because you still hadn't forgiven me, that you were avoiding me." she confesses.

"Ruby, I told you." she wants to put her sister at ease.

"I know. But I think I understand it a little better now." there's a bit of mischief in her eyes so Yang readies herself, knowing where her little sister's steering the conversation toward. "So, you and Weiss huh?" Yang nods.

"Too weird?" she asks because they're teammates and most of all, because Ruby is her sister.

"I guess I just didn't see it coming but I think it makes sense." Ruby's smile is one that's filled with warmth and acceptance. "She's the only person that can get you to focus and you're the only one who can get her to relax." there's more to it than that, Ruby's sure, but it's the simplest observation she can give at the moment. "You're good for each other." she concludes.

"We are." Yang readily agrees. "And now that we have your seal of approval, think you can help me give her a memorable first date? I kinda got too caught up in the moment and now I have no idea what to do." she figures she could use all the help she can get.

"I'd love to help!" Ruby exclaims. "Oooh, maybe you can take her out to that restaurant we passed by yesterday? I think they serve her favorite dessert." she begins, eyes wide with excitement as she continues to name activities for her sister and her partner to enjoy on their date. Yang just sits and takes mental notes. "What do you think?" the younger girl finally finishes her list.

"Those are all good ideas, Rubes but I think Weiss would want something a little simpler." she realizes.

"Well, you now her best." the energetic team leader responds with her usual upbeat attitude accompanied with an encouraging smile. "And I'm sure all that matters to Weiss is you two spending time together." they both know there's truth to her words.

"I think I have just the thing then." it feels a little easier to breathe now that she doesn't have to worry about tomorrow night. "Now that that's settled, we can focus on our sister bonding time!" Yang exclaims as she locks her arm around her younger siblings shoulders and pulls her close. "Glad to see you're still growing."

"The milks been helping." she murmurs.

"That explains your height but what about those." she raises her index finger toward her sister's chest and the speedster yelps as she quickly crosses her arms in front of her ample sized breasts.

"You're just jealous because they're bigger than Weiss's now!" Ruby shrieks.

"Hey, I love Weiss's body just the way it is." she definitely wouldn't change a thing. "But how exactly would you know that yours are bigger?" the devilish grin on her face makes Ruby extremely nervous. "Been staring at Weiss a lot?"

"I mean… I… Her dress doesn't really cover her assets." she treads carefully.

"Actually, I think her dress covers her ass set," she's of course referring to the ruffled petticoat that's covering the girl's hindquarters. "But luckily it shows off her boobs just right." her metallic thumb is raised in approval and Ruby can't help but laugh at her older sister's antics.

She's glad because after all that Yang's been through, all that she's lost, her sister still has the ability to smile and laugh.

xxxx

She's making some last minute improvements while she waits for her date to finish getting ready and come down from their shared room. Anxiety and excitement is coursing through her veins. She had changed in Ruby and Nora's room in order to legitimize the experience so Weiss has no idea what she's wearing tonight.

The sight of his niece fiddling with hair in front of the living room mirror is what greets Qrow when he enters the shared space.

"I see history's repeating itself." he murmurs.

"If you mean teammate's dating each other, then yes." she eyes him warningly. "But the other half is something I'm gonna make damn sure doesn't happen again." she knows he's not going to try to discourage her but that doesn't mean he's not going to warn her about how this whole thing can blow up in her face.

"Hey," there's a weight against her shoulder and she realizes her uncle's placed his hand there. "I'm sure it won't." he remarks with unwavering confidence. "You've learned from our mistakes." he knows she won't make the same ones they did. "How secrets and unshared truths can break even the strongest of bonds." there's darkness clouding his eyes. "Have fun." Qrow gives her a reassuring squeeze. "Don't do anything I would though." he winks with a suggestive grin before turning on his heels and making his way toward the kitchen.

Yang pauses, the weight of her uncle's words settling in her mind. She'd always wondered why her uncle had paid such close attention to her younger sister instead of her, his blood relative.

Perhaps there was something more to her uncle's dynamic with her stepmother. She shakes her head in attempt to free her mind from these thoughts. She'll have to ask Qrow about it another night. Tonight, her attention needs to be focused somewhere else, with someone much more deserving.

The sound of a door opening catches her attention. She looks toward the stairs and sees the object of her affections making her way down.

"I wasn't sure what we're doing tonight." Weiss explains.

She reaches the bottom of the steps, letting Yang see her outfit for their date. Deciding to forgo her usual attire of skirts and dresses, she's actually donned on a pair of light blue pants that the blonde swears had to have been painted on with how well they're hugging Weiss's form.

Her top consists of a sleeveless collared shirt that stops in her midsection because apparently Weiss is intent on showing off the assets she usually covers, not that Yang is complaining of course.

In fact, she seems to be struggling to form a coherent thought as she continues to appreciate the sight before her.

"Looking good Weiss!" Nora interjects, her head floating near the doorway sandwiched between Jaune and Ren because apparently everyone wants to witness this event. "Have fun you two!" she yells as her two teammates proceed to drag her off.

"Thank you Nora." Weiss responds kindly.

"She's right," Yang's glad she's regained her sensibilities. "You do look beautiful." the white haired beauty's even placed her hair in a half ponytail, the majority of her long locks cascading down her shoulder.

"You don't look so bad yourself." she observes her date for the night.

Yang's hair is bound in a fairly thick braid as she sports beige colored shorts and a with a matching long sleeve shirt, sleeves folded up her arms, with the ends of her top tied over her front, exposing her abs. Weiss can also see her yellow bra peeking from behind the shirt.

"Shall we?" she extends her hand. Weiss takes the organic appendage and lets the blonde lead the way. She expects to Yang's beloved bike and is surprised to see that it isn't there. "I figure we could take a walk to our intended destination." she grins, carefree and relaxed, and Weiss has come to appreciate it so much more with each passing day.

Turns out their destination isn't far at all. Yang brings them toward their training grounds and Weiss can't help but think that it's perfect.

Not just because Yang's set up a little picnic for them but because, she supposes, this place holds significance for them. This, the area where they sparred and shared, is where their connection truly blossomed.

"This is all absolutely perfect Yang." she takes a seat on the blanket that's spread out on the floor.

"As it turns out, this place has the best view in the city." she takes her seat across Weiss, purposely neglecting to mention that she knows this because she spent the better part of yesterday in search of the perfect spot for their date. "And to top it off, I made everything myself!" Weiss looks at the spread that Yang's prepared. "Surprised?" the white haired girl shakes her head. "After Summer died, I kinda had to take over the kitchen duties since dad could barely boil water." she discloses because that's been the foundation of her relationship with Weiss, being able to share everything from their experiences to of course their burdens as well.

"This is so good, Yang." Weiss compliments honestly after taking a hearty bite off the plate the blonde had prepared for her. "I'm afraid I don't have any experience with these things." Yang knows she had servants and chefs all waiting on her hand and foot. At Beacon, their meals had been prepared by cooks. When they went on a mission Ooblick had been the one to prepare their meal. "I didn't really have a lot of chances to dabble in the kitchen." and Yang's certain her parents are the reason for this.

"I can teach you a few things on our next date," it'd be a new experience for Weiss and Yang does love to cook so it's really a win for both of them. "Just the basics maybe?" she says after finishing her food.

"I'd like that." Yang's congratulating herself internally for scoring a second date.

"Great!" she tucks the knowledge back into her mind so she can plan their next activity. "Ruby's pretty useless in the kitchen." her sister's too impatient and much too hyper to be trusted with culinary duties. "It'd be nice to have a helping hand every now and again." she wiggles her mechanical fingers and Weiss shakes her head, eyes narrowing in suspicion.

"So you want to teach me so I can take over cooking duties?" she playfully accuses as the glimmer in her eyes lets Yang know she's not at all opposed to the idea.

"I like cooking." she confesses. "It's nice and a surprisingly great way to unwind." there's something oddly calming about prepping food and mixing flavors. "I didn't really think I'd be so into it but it's actually fun, fiddling with recipes, making your own food." she's buzzing with delight at the prospect of Weiss helping her out in the kitchen, of her being able to teach and share something else with the white haired angel. "And I figured it'd be a good bonding experience." it'd be nice for them to have something aside from their sparring sessions.

"It will be." Weiss agrees with the sentiment. "And I understand." she too has an activity that she likes to do, something that's mostly just for herself no matter how her father tries to insert his agenda into it. "That's how I feel when I write my songs." she discloses. "When I sing."

"Oh that's right!" Yang knew from Ruby that the former heiress is also a songstress. "You're a singer." the opportunity to hear Weiss's angelic timbre hadn't presented itself in Beacon, mostly because they'd been so busy with school. "You write your own songs too though?" her question garners a nod from the former heiress. "I had no idea you were so talented Weiss."

"I'm really not." there's a slight blush on her cheeks. "You can't say that when you haven't heard me sing." she's attempting to lower Yang's expectations.

"Like I said Weiss," she inches closer to the shorter girl, sitting right beside her before throwing her organic arm around her teammate's shoulder, not wanting to crush the rapier wielder under the weight of her synthetic arm. "I think you can do anything." ice meets flame and Weiss can see that Yang truly believes this to be an indisputable fact.

"Thank you, Yang." she reaches out, grabbing onto Yang's hand, threading their fingers together as she leans her head on the blonde's shoulder. "I believe you can too."

A moment of comfortable silence falls upon them as they stay wrapped in each other's arms, enjoying their private moment together, knowing it has to end soon because they still have their training session in the morning, not just their private sparring session, but a team building exercise with Ozpin and Qrow.

They reluctantly part and Yang clears their picnic area, absolutely refusing Weiss's help, saying that this is was all her idea therefor she'll be the one to clean.

They walk toward the building, Weiss's hands around Yang's while the taller girl's metallic arm carries their picnic basket. They pause by the doorway, knowing this is where their date must end but before that, there's something that they must do, share really. After all, it's a must after one has enjoyed a romantic excursion.

"You know," she leans closer to the taller girl as though she's about to share a secret so treasured and sacred. "This is the first time I've been on a date." Weis confesses in a small whisper, her voice uncharacteristically timid.

"Really?" she thinks people would have been lining up to date the white haired beauty. "What about Neptune?" she recalls the pair's brief dalliance.

"I asked him to the dance and he turned me down remember?" she reminds, her face contorting with annoyance, not really counting that experience as her first date. "I wasn't really keen on trying to start something with a guy who preferred his reputation over my feelings." that particular trait reminds her too much of her father.

"What about girls?" Yang asks, though she thinks she knows the answer.

"I never really thought girls were an option." Weiss replies easily. "I think I was just too consumed with the Schee ideal of a perfect match, a good looking guy from a wealthy background that could provide ideal heirs to strengthen our lineage." that's what attracted her to Neptune, his good looks and his expensive wardrobe. His belt alone had cost almost as much as Weiss's boots. "Not that this is some rebellious phase or anything." she assures Yang that her feelings are genuine.

"I get it." because she sees the truth in those frosty depths and feels it in Weiss's touch. "I'm glad you let me be your first date."

"Well," Weiss reaches out, threads their fingers together, while she stares deeply into Yang's eyes in hopes that the taller girl can see the truth she's struggling to form into words. "I'd be an idiot if I ran from this." her grip on Yang's hand is tight and secure. "From us."

"So there is an us now?" she needs the confirmation.

"Yang, I know this came out of nowhere and I can't pinpoint when things evolved exactly," and Yang thinks it's when Weiss reached out to grab her hand while they were in Raven's camp. "But, I'm not going to run from you and how you make me feel." too many people have abandoned the golden haired maiden and Weiss would rather be eaten by a pack of Beowolves then just be another name on Yang's list of deserters.

"And how exactly do I make you feel?" she inches closer to the shorter girl, her face hovering over the snow haired maiden.

"You know how." Weiss mutters, cheeks ablaze.

"I think I have a general idea." she can feel the rapier wielder's icy breath on her face. "But I might need some clarification." her head ducks down, pausing just a hair's width away from the white haired girl's mouth.

It's Weiss who closes the distance, standing on her tiptoes to meet the blonde's waiting lips.

She should have felt nervous, she realizes as she recalls she's heard from her peers about first kiss jitters, but it just feels completely natural to be her like this with Yang. She hears what could be the sound of the picnic basket plopping down on the ground but she doesn't have a chance to see if she's right because a pair of arms sneaks their way around her waist. The taller girl pulls her close and she responds by wrapping her own around the brawler's neck, letting her fingers nestle in luxurious blonde waves.

Neither know how long they continue to lock lips but they both reluctantly have to part for breath.

"Clear enough for you?" Weiss whispers.

"I think I could do with a little more clarity." Yang leans in, intent on pressing their lips together for another kiss but apparently, the universe has other plans.

"Yang." a voice speaks, breaking their tender moment.

Weiss smiles when hears the blonde growl. She regains enough space in order to see the entirety of the taller girl's features and sees Yang's eyes flash red as irritation courses through the brawler's entire being. The angry blonde turns toward the source of the sound.

"What do you…" she sneers but doesn't finish as shock courses through out her body.

"Blake." Weiss names the interloper as she tries to regain her personal space but the tall buxom beauty manages to grab hold on the former heiress's hand, making certain she isn't too far away.

Their runaway teammate stands and Weiss can't help but think the situation just got a little bit more complicated.

xxxx

Weiss stands in front of the pot, dipping her tasting spoon inside, blowing into its searing hot contents before taking a sip.

Yang's been true to her word and has been teaching her ways around the kitchen. They've mostly been making simple and easy to prepare dishes but that doesn't make them any less tasty. The blonde had been right, there's something absolutely satisfying about cooking and as it turns out, Weiss is a quick learner.

She savors the taste in her mouth and smiles upon hearing the sound of boots clacking nearer.

Yang can't resist sneaking her way around her snow haired apprentice's waist, hugging the shorter girl's slender form from behind as she rests her chin on the shorter girl's shoulder. Weiss smiles as she settles into the blonde's embrace, dipping her spoon back into the pot before bringing it up to the taller girl's mouth.

"Yummy." she says after taking a bite. "Pretty soon you'll be better than me."

"I can't take all the credit." Weiss responds. She places her spoon down and shuts off the stove before turning to face her taller teammate. Her arms find they wait around Yang's shoulders. "I have a pretty good teacher."

The blonde smiles that charming grin of hers before dipping her head down and letting her lips connect with Weiss's.

It's another activity they've been enjoying lately.

Yang snakes her tongue into Weiss's welcoming mouth, caressing the roof of the snow haired maiden's opening, as they begin a familiar dance. The former heiress sighs contentedly into the blonde's mouth.

This particular new development is decidedly most enjoyable for the two. They've lost count at how many kisses they've shared and how many hours they've spent just touching and kissing, exploring and reveling in each other's arms. But this is the first time they're doing this in plain view where anyone can walk in and see.

Mostly they share these tender moments in the confines of their room, during their training sessions, just any moment when it's just the two of them.

Not that they are ashamed. There's nothing deplorable about what they're doing. It's just that Yang's being cautious. She figures Weiss would appreciate it if they handled this new development privately and of course, with a hint of propriety.

"Hey Yang," Ruby says bashfully, her gaze concentrated on the floor as she refuses to meet the new couple's gaze. Just because she approves doesn't mean she wants to see her older sister getting gooey with her partner. "We were wondering if you two wanted to go out to town with us today?" it's hard, Yang thinks, to break her sister's heart but she knows she must.

Because she knows that us entails their entire group, save for Qrow perhaps, which means that Blake will be joining their excursion and Yang still isn't read to socialize with her former partner. She can barely stand the fact that their under the same roof again.

Thankfully Ruby hasn't called for an intervention and Weiss hasn't been pushy.

"That's a hard pass for me." is all she says, smiling at Weiss in assurance that she won't mind if the shorter girl partakes in some group bonding.

"Perhaps next time." the former heiress responds diplomatically.

"You could have gone." Yang tilts her head eyeing the white haired angel in her arms after her sister takes her leave. "I wouldn't want you to think I'm being too clingy or whatever." they've hardly spent any time apart since their first date.

"There's nowhere else I'd rather be." Weiss assures.

"Maybe next time we can all go out." Yang just isn't sure when exactly that will be. "I just… I think I just have to get used to her being here." she needs time.

"I understand." there are adjustments to be made, especially because Weiss swears she's witnessed Blake stare at Yang with something that can only be described as longing. "It's not easy for any one." she's sure Blake's not having an easy time seeing Yang take every opportunity to avoid her and Weiss herself is struggling as she tries very hard not to pry or lash out in envy, especially when she might not even have reason to be.

She's still uncertain how to broach this subject with Yang and thinks, hopes really, there is a chance that she's just slightly paranoid.

Perhaps she's merely projecting her own insecurities because she knows Yang and Blake had been fairly close. They had certainly been closer than her and Ruby. The bond the runaway and the brawler shared as partners had been formed so effortlessly which was not the case for herself and the scythe wielding prodigy.

The two just seemed to understand each other so well that it's no wonder that Weiss is feeling threatened.

It's very hard for her, almost impossible, to find a connection with anyone. Most that come across her intended to use her because of her last name and she never knew whom she could trust because of this.

That changed when she met her team.

Still, her Schnee conditioning wouldn't permit her to let her guard down easily. It took a while for her to recognize that her teammates just wanted to be her friend and that they didn't care about her riches or her family's influence.

To them she was just Weiss, the uptight, overbearing, perfectionist with a difficult childhood and a well-meaning soul.

Yang, she knows, is decidedly different. True she didn't have it easy growing up but unlike her, the blonde maintained a sunny disposition. She had a fairly positive outlook on life, one that was exceedingly infectious and added only to her charm. The former heiress is certain the blonde can coax a smile off a rock if she really wanted to.

She's the flame that draws the moths and Weiss is the icy blizzard that never ceases to succeed in driving all away.

That was then though. It's decidedly different and truth be told, she likes that she's Yang's confidant now, that Yang talks to her before anyone else. She especially likes that she can reach out any time and find the taller girl's hand ready to meld into her own, and most of all she likes that she can lay a kiss on the blonde lips whenever she wants. It might be pathetic, she realizes, but she's never felt like this before.

Weiss understands though, that this is all very new and both of them are very fragile. Adding her anxieties onto the plate won't be helpful for either of them so now, she's focused on being whatever Yang needs.

It's selfish, she knows, but she simply wants to enjoy this new aspect in their relationship. It's why she's been letting Yang just drag her off every time Blake is in the room. And why she also has been taking up more of the blonde's time than necessary, absolutely refusing to leave the tall buxom beauty alone while their runaway teammate's lurking so near.

She knows the two have to talk eventually but Weiss wants to get as many happy moments as she possibly can with Yang, before their bubble bursts.

"But you know," it's a sentiment that the blonde understands all too well. She has her mind and heart set on Weiss, on their relationship and their bond. She doesn't want to muddle things between them just yet. "I don't need a reason to spend time with my girlfriend." she bumps her nose against Weiss's.

"Girlfriend?" the former heiress repeats questioningly.

"Well, yeah…" she thinks maybe she's getting this wrong, she's never really gone beyond a third date before so she doesn't know what the proper protocol is for taking the next step. "Unless…" she trails, feeling uncharacteristically nervous.

"Does that mean you're my girlfriend too?" she looks at Yang through her bangs.

"You bet your sweet ass you're mine." her hold on Weiss tightens as she secures the shorter girl in her arms, not bothering to be discreet about her rather possessive tendencies.

The snow haired former heiress smiles, not caring if the taller girl's antics are a bit brutish, before pulling her girlfriend down for a kiss. Yang readily meets her lips, revels in the feeling of Weiss's callus free fingers scraping against her scalp, while the other is located against her hip.

They spend the rest of their afternoon enjoying the fact that they have the whole house to themselves.

xxxx

Her brows are knotted in concentration as she looks upon her deck and Yang can't help but think her adorable. She likes the Weiss is so determined to be her best with everything she does, even something simple like playing cards.

"What is it?" Weiss knows her girlfriend's eyes haven't left her since she dealt the cards.

"You're too cute." Yang replies, causing the snow haired maiden to look up from her cards. "Even with that wrinkle on your forehead." she winks. "And your scar is pretty bad ass." she watches as the maiden with snow colored hair brings a hand up to touch the blemish across her eye. "Don't." the brawler is quick to reach out and is even quicker to crawl across the table to give the girl's mark a kiss.

"You're trying to cheat aren't you?" it's more likely that Yang wants to make out with her but she's not going to make things that easy for her temptress.

"What?" a roguish grin finds its way to Yang's lips as she reclaims her seat. Weiss is trying hard to fight the smirk that's threatening to break through her own façade. "Can't I give my girlfriend a compliment?" the blonde's mentally patting herself on the back after successfully finding another creative way to express the new status in her relationship with the former heiress.

"You're a handful." Weiss shakes her head fondly.

"I'd say I'm more than a handful." the blonde surprises her by dropping her cards and bringing her hands to her well-endowed chest, placing one breast in each hand. "Definitely more than a handful, wouldn't you say so Weiss?" and the former heiress can only nod in response because she knows this for a fact.

"What am I going to do with you?" Weiss's cheeks as red as Ruby's hood.

"I can think of a few things." Yang's suggestion doesn't go over the usually prim and proper girl's head because her girlfriend's about as subtle as a Nevermore.

The air is thick with tension that's been mounting for quite sometime. They haven't quite gotten that physical with one another yet but they both know they'll be crossing that bridge some time soon with the way their hands won't stop wandering underneath each other's clothes.

She can practically feel her fingertips tingling in anticipation as they look forward to the moment when they caress the smooth skin that's casing some very toned muscles.

"Yang?" a voice speaks out, breaking their moment.

Yang and Weiss both straighten as they realize just who's interrupting their very charged moment while Blake just stands by the doorway, looking every bit as comfortable as Weiss is at the moment.

It feels a little too much like a standoff and the former heiress isn't liking this particular tension that's taken hold of the atmosphere so she rises from her seat. It doesn't surprise her that Yang is quick to follow her lead but she holds the blonde off with a stare that causes the brawler to pause her movements.

"Hello Blake." Weiss greets and even manages to smile.

"Weiss, I was wondering if I could interrupt for a moment?" Blake's practically pleading, all that's missing is for her to be on her knees. "I was hoping we could talk, Yang?" her eyes are trained on the blonde.

"I…" Yang's protest is silenced when Weiss takes hold of her wrist.

"Just to clear the air between us," Blake clarifies that there's no agenda but that. "So I can explain…" she watches as lilac gazes into icy blue.

The two seem to be communicating silently. Yang isn't the type to ask for permission. But she sees Weiss offer the blonde a reassuring smile, like she's gently persuading the tallest member of RWBY to mend the gap, and watches while Yang squeezes the snow haired maiden's hand before releasing it. Her reluctance clear with how slowly she moves.

Blake won't deny that it doesn't cut because there had been a time when Yang would chase after her, but now she basically has to beg just to be able to have a conversation with the buxom blonde.

She isn't angry because she brought this on herself after all.

Yang watches as her girlfriend takes her leave to join the others for tea outside, waiting until she can no longer see Weiss's retreating form before looking upon her raven haired teammate who looks as though she'd rather be fighting off a pack of beowolves than talking.

"Let's get this over with." Yang murmurs because the shorter this little talk of their ends, the sooner she can be with her girlfriend.

"I'd like to apologize." she looks at Yang's metal arm.

"Look, I jumped in there to help you." she cuts to the chase, not really wanting to discuss the past. "But you didn't cut my arm off."

"Yang, I want to apologize for leaving without a word." for being yet another person to abandon you, Blake thinks, but she doesn't have the courage to say it so boldly. "You must understand that I left to protect you." she flinches when she hears her teammate scoff sardonically.

"You left me for my own good." Yang shakes her head, a bitter grin taking hold on her usually peppy face. "I think that's what everyone does." her mother hadn't explicitly said it but she figures that had been one of her reasons. "I'm done with people trying to decide what's best for me." she stares deep into those amber eyes and Blake finds that there isn't a trace of anger left, just defeat and pain.

"I am sorry Yang." she can't say it enough, it seems.

"For a while, that's all I was." the blonde confesses. "Sorry," her boots clink as she walks toward the dark haired deserter. "Sorry for myself mostly because I lost a part of me that I was never going to get back." and Blake knows she's not talking about her arm.

"I'm here now." she offers herself, ready to be whatever Yang needs.

"And that's supposed to make everything okay?" she responds, tiredly. "Blake, you left when I needed you most." she divulges because she's not going to run from the truth anymore. "I get it, you were scared, you didn't want Adam to come after me again, you wanted to protect me, you wanted to avenge me and yourself." she lists all the reasons why Blake left. "But you didn't even consider what I wanted because the fact is," she steps toward Blake and sees the tears pooling in those amber depths. "You wanted all that more than you wanted me." because in hindsight she's certain Blake might have felt the same but it hadn't been enough to get her to stay. "You took a part of me that day you left Blake," she sighs because she's not doing this to hurt her teammate. She only wants to share her perspective. "And it took me a while to figure out who I was without it, who I am without you," in the short time they'd spent as teammates, she'd grown so accustomed to her partner. "I'm happy you're back." her eyes shine with her honesty. "That you're still part of our team." they have a common goal to put an end to the darkness that looms over head, but the days of Yang trying to scale her walls, trying to get her to open up are long gone. "Someday, I bet I'll even be able to call you a friend again." however they both know today is not that day.

She's still healing and Blake still has to earn her trust back after all, but now, they know they're well on their way to mending.

xxxx

She's too preoccupied with her thoughts that she doesn't realize she's gained the company of another until said company bumps her hip gently in an attempt to bring her back from the recesses of her mind.

"You okay?" Ruby asks concernedly.

"I am." she knew that this moment had to come for their group to truly mend. "I'm glad Blake finally gathered the courage to ask Yang to talk." and Weiss really is content that the two are attempting to clear the air even though the green grimm known as jealousy is clawing at her chest.

She's trying to keep that particular beast at bay because she trusts Yang with her entire being and Blake is her friend.

"Me too." Ruby agrees wholeheartedly. "But I think it's safe to say that bumblebee is done." she isn't naïve enough to believe that Yang would ever want to partner up with Blake, the teammate who left her behind when she needed her most.

Even Ruby had the decency to hang back a few days before taking off on her quest to find answers and right wrongs.

"For now." Weiss knows that Yang can hold a grudge but she's not going to write Blake completely off and is most likely just going to want some much deserved and needed space from their raven haired teammate. "Team RWBY is always though." she assures because abandonment and a little romantic swapping isn't going to tear their team apart, not after all they've been through.

"Me and Blake work together well too so I guess it's okay." that's never been a problem for their group. That's probably why Ozpin took such interest. They stood out individually, all proving to be adept fighters, but the most commendable part about their team is that no matter how their team shuffled, the four have always had the ability to adapt. "And, uh, you and my sister have gotten really, really, close..." there's a slight blush on her cheeks, one that Weiss knows her own face is mirroring.

"I suppose that's putting it mildly." Weiss bites her lower lip. "And, how do you feel about all this?"

"I mean, I guess I was kind of jealous that Yang and you were always together." she responds earnestly. "But I get that it's different." she explains, still blushing. "And honestly I don't blame Yang for distancing herself because I never even waited for her, just took off without even bothering to help her." Ruby knows her sister's forgiven her but it doesn't mean the pain she caused has been forgotten. "But I guess it turned out well in the end." the scythe wielder remarks. "Because now has you." it's completely unexpected but as it turns out, Weiss is the only one who hasn't abandoned Yang by choice. "You have her too, you know." Ruby knows that this type of loyalty, the one Yang's been searching for her entire life, will be rewarded in equal measure by her sister. "And me." because these particular pair of sisters come in a set. "And Blake too."

"I hope so." she's pretty sure she just broke some sort of pact about entering a relationship with someone her friend is also into.

"It'll take some time," Ruby looks out into the horizon. "Moving on isn't something that just happens in one day." she states because while she's never been heartbroken, she has suffered more than a fair share of loss. "But Blake's our friend," optimism is indeed a trait shared by the sisters. "And all she wants is for you and my sister to be happy." despite the raven haired girl's tendency to run, they know she's a good person.

xxxx

Weiss watches them from the window in their shared room. Their exchange downstairs is entirely innocent, she knows, but that nagging feeling just won't leave.

Especially not when her girlfriend's in the presence of Blake. They haven't been alone together since they last spoke but their talk did help. No longer can she feel the strain in the air when the two are sharing the same space and no longer does Yang flee the room when Blake is there. She does however doesn't hide her annoyance whenever Sun speaks or when the newcomer Ilia breathes for that matter.

She sees Yang talking to the other members of team Ruby, no doubt giving them notes about what to improvement with the new technique that Ruby's come up with. Yang takes her leave and Weiss doesn't miss how Blake's eyes linger on her girlfriend's form much longer than necessary.

She tears her gaze from the window as she attempts to shove that incessant impression that perhaps, Yang and Blake were more than friends back at Beacon.

Weiss reminds herself that she trusts Yang and it soothes the beast a little.

But she wants to know whether her instinct is correct or she's merely suffering from paranoia brought upon by her insecurities. She wants, needs, to know that she isn't second best, that she isn't Yang's second choice.

"Blake is a lot like my mother." Yang observes as she enters their room, chuckling as she closes the door. "God, why hadn't I noticed that before?" maybe because she hadn't really remembered her birth mother before but after meeting Raven, Yang can confidently say that her mother and former partner have that whole silent brooding type thing down.

"She's back now though." Weiss ventures cautiously, eyes narrowing in observance.

"She came for Adam," jealousy is clearly pulsing through Weiss's entire being and Yang can't blame her for it. The blonde knows she can only quell the green-eyed monster with her honesty. "Not for me." judging from the way Weiss bristles, she knows she's said the wrong thing.

"I didn't come here for you either." the ice queen reminds.

"Well, you never just took off without a word by your own choice." Yang responds, reminding Weiss that she'd been taken without much of a say in the matter, that she had been forced to leave the blonde. "And you didn't leave to go be with your sister, just like you didn't let Neptune hang around you or reunite with some long lost friend while you were supposed to be out on your own." without knowing it, Weiss had chosen her.

"You're jealous." she notes because apparently, it takes one jealous girlfriend to know another.

"A part of me is." Yang admits because she's promised never to keep anything from Weiss. "Out of pride more than anything." she assures because she can see the cogs turning in the rapier wielder's mind.

"Why? Because you wish she valued your friendship more than she values her relationship," apparently Blake's proving to be rather irresistible. "With Sun and Ilia?" she wants to confirm her suspicions, to ensure that this isn't just her insecurities eating through her. "Or because you wished for your relationship with Blake to be more than that of friends?" she can't help the harsh tone coating her voice.

"Once upon a time, I wanted to be with Blake like they do." she's not going to insult Weiss's intelligence by lying.

"Oh." and Weiss doesn't know whether to congratulate herself for being right or to be afraid. "I see." it certainly explains why Yang had been so broken, why the two were so close, but she doesn't know how to handle this confirmation seeing as she doesn't really know what to expect now.

"I didn't realize it until…" until she saw Adam standing with a fearful Blake at his feet. "Until that day." she looks at her robotic arm and Weiss automatically knows which instance she's referring to. Yang had rushed in because she'd been so afraid of losing Blake. In that moment she realized just how deeply she felt for their brooding teammate. "I know it doesn't seem too long ago." She doesn't want Weiss to think she's using her to forget about Blake. "But, I spent a lot of time by myself, alone with my thoughts…" she locked herself up in her room for months. "And I get it now."

"Get what?" Weiss is trying very hard to keep her calm and understand.

"All my life, I've always felt like second best, like I was never enough." it's a feeling she knows Weiss can probably relate to. "With my dad it was with his job, with Summer because I wasn't really her daughter, and I told myself I chased my mom to find out why she left but really," she's done deluding herself. "All I wanted was to know was why didn't she love me." she'd felt like she was defected all her life. "And when Blake left I thought it was me, that it was my fault, that there's something seriously wrong with me and that's why I can never get them to stay." Weiss holds back her rebuttal, knowing Yang isn't done. "But now I get it." it took a while but she understands. "When people leave and they take a part of you you'll never get back," she takes Weiss's hand in her own. "But it doesn't mean you need to be fixed." Yang can stand on her own without the people who left her behind. "People come and go." that's the fact of life. "But sometimes, if you're lucky enough, you find someone," her eyes are red as passion courses through her entire body. "Who doesn't see you like you're broken." she smiles as she stares into Weiss's soul. "Someone who's willing to give you a piece of their self, someone you don't expect to," she inches forward. "Yet for some reason just fits with every hole that's been left in your heart." Yang closes the distance between them. "And they make all the pain worth it in the end."

"Yang," she understands the sentiments that Yang is sharing because she's feeling them herself.

"Thank you Weiss, for helping me see my own worth." for helping her realize she isn't measured by the people who left her behind. "For helping me see that I was right to value myself even when they didn't."

Weiss responds by throwing her arms around Yang, much like she did when they had been reunited in Raven's camp. But instead of simply hugging her girlfriend, she bestows a kiss on her lips as though she wants to taste the truth right from the taller girl's mouth. Yang readily responds, pouring every bit of herself and feelings into the kiss.

"You are worth loving, Yang." Weiss declares after they part for breath. "I know from experience." scarlet eyes burn with unbridled passion as they dart from her lips to her own ice blue depths.

She can feel the heat emanating from the blonde, fueled not by anger but ardor. She knows because she can feel the fire within, one that's threatening to consume her and she knows there is only one way to quell the flames so she pulls Yang toward her once more. When they collide in a fiery kiss, Weiss's hands are quick to shed the buxom blonde of her jacket.

Yang follows her lead, one hand finding its way to the zipper of her dress, pulling fervently at the garment.

The blonde's probably torn her ensemble but Weiss is far too busy to really care as the back of her knees collide with the mattress. She and Yang tumble onto the bed, continuing their heated kiss, glad that they can concentrate on each other and no longer have to worry about balancing themselves.

Clothes begin to pile on the floor and it isn't long until they're both solely in their undergarments.

Yang takes in the beauty that is none other than Weiss Schnee. With a trembling hand she reaches out and before metal can connect with soft pale flesh she freezes, remembering her artificial limb will certainly make things challenging between them.

Weiss seems to read her mind. She trails her hand along her lover's artificial appendage, the cool metal contrasting perfectly against her flushed form. She divests the blonde of her metallic arm, knowing they'd cause destruction with the thing on. She kisses the nub of the girl's severed limb gently as she makes her way back up to her lips, assuring Yang that she has absolutely nothing to be ashamed of because Weiss appreciates every bit of her.

They lose themselves in each other, unable to focus on anything but the pleasure they've found in one another.

"Hey Weiss," she murmurs sleepily, hours later, as she secures her lone arm around the snow haired maiden's waist. "I love you." she whispers gently. "Like the in love kind, not just the friend kind." Yang clarifies because she loves Weiss so much in both ways.

Weiss smiles because the confession is so totally Yang and so incredibly perfect. She threads their fingers together, bringing the sleepy woman's hand to her mouth. She kisses the back of Yang's hand and smiles as she settles in the taller woman's embrace. She releases a tiny yawn, not able to put off her trip to dreamland any longer.

She sighs contentedly but before sleep manages to take hold of her, she whispers the sentiments that have taken hold in her heart.

"And I am so in love with you, Yang."

xxxx

Weiss doesn't bother holding her laughter as Nora runs around, chasing Jaune across the courtyard while holding a pink rabbit hoodie that she's insisting would be a good replacement for the one he has on now. He's yelling at Ren to help and his teammate just holds up his hand, smiling as JNPR's team leader tries to avoid his manic teammate's clutches.

Yang's leaning back against the tree, enjoying the scene from afar as she tries to decide whether she should help Nora wrangle Jaune in, or cuddle up with her girlfriend though it's more likely she'll choose the latter.

"I don't think Nora needs your assistance." Blake descends from the tree with cat like grace when she lands on her feet.

"Probably not." Yang doesn't try to fight off the smile on her face because, as it seems, Blake still has the ability to read her mind. It's what made them such good partners together, how in sync they were in and off the battlefield. "Nora's pretty much unstoppable."

"Unless Ren cuts in of course." Blake's all too familiar with the other team's dynamics.

"Yeah, that's not going to be happening." she thinks he's dying to see Jaune in that god awful hoodie and perhaps he'd rather see his team leader suffer than have Nora turn her attention to him.

"Better him than Ren." Yang can't help but smile because they're still synced.

"Who'd have taught they'd make such a good team?" it had certainly been unexpected but the unlikely group made such formidable allies.

"Same was probably said about us, not about you and Ruby of course." the sisters had a natural bond after all. "But Weiss and Ruby, given how their first meeting went and there's the whole Schnee and Faunus thing." it was a miracle they managed to get along so well.

"I don't think anyone said you and I would be awful partners though." Yang surmises.

"I chose you, you know?" Blake divulges her secret. "I saw you fighting and I just knew…" she thought Yang, apart from being driven by their determination, was nothing like Adam and that had been one of the things that drew her to the buxom blonde.

Yang had been spirited and judging from the way she fought grimm, Blake knew she was an adept fighter. But most of all, she'd seen the blonde interact with her little sister and felt that Yang was kind and sweet despite the fact that she'd been touched by tragedy. It was such a contrast from Adam who had been consumed with his grief until hatred had festered and taken hold in his heart.

"I knew you were watching." Yang confesses in return. "Can I ask why you're so keen on sharing?" there's a reason, one beyond Blake trying to regain her affections.

"Illia opened my eyes." she looks across the yard at her friend. She remembers the chameleon faunus's confession, and how it lead to her own realization about her feelings for a certain blonde haired jokester. "She made me realize how wrong I was to abandon you. She made me see my flaws, how I become so consumed that I don't see the broader picture, how I fail to realize that my actions affect the people closest to me." she's failed to see how much pain she's caused. "I had been so absorbed with Torchwick and Adam that I failed to see you and how I feel truly feel about you." she releases a strangled smile. "But I'm too late now." she observes because Yang's gaze hasn't once left Weiss's form.

"Yeah you are." she confirms because frost has taken refuge in her heart. "But it's okay." not just because she's moved on but she's certain Blake will be able too. She's done it before and she'll be able to do it again. "If I learned anything from this it's that if you find the right person, just the very thought of not being together tears you up inside because you love them with everything that you are." she knows she wasn't the one for her teammate. "You'll find that person someday Blake." the one she won't be able to leave behind.

Yang leans in and places a tender kiss on the runaway's cheek, one that's meant to convey that things will only get better now before taking off after Jaune.

Feeling a pair of eyes on her, Blake looks at Weiss and sees her teammate's curious gaze. She takes the initiative once more and walks toward the former heiress. The silent question she's posing is answered with a nod. She takes her seat beside her snow haired maiden because despite everything, she still sees her as more than a teammate and hopes that unlike Yang, Weiss still considers her a friend.

"You're very lucky Weiss." Blake begins because she knows the snow haired maiden has an inkling about her feelings for their blonde teammate. Women's intuition and what not. "And Yang is lucky too." golden eyes shine with unbridled honesty because Blake truly believes this. "You make a wonderful couple."

It hurts, but not enough for her to not realize that her teammates are a good match.

If she were to lose Yang to someone, she shakes her head because Yang had never been hears to lose in the first place, regardless she's glad that Weiss and Yang had found their way to each other.

Weiss reaches out, gives the raven haired faunus's shoulder a soft squeeze. Blake returns the gesture with a reassuring smile. The former heiress knows this must hurt and she's sympathetic because she does love her friend. So she and Yang will continue to keep their displays of public affection when the entire is present to a minimum, not wishing to add further injury to their teammate's ailing heart.

She's glad that Ruby had been right and their friendship, though a little worse for wear, is still in tact. Time will only make them stronger than ever.

They look upon their entire team. Ruby and Ren are laughing uncontrollably as Nora strips Jaune's armor off him. Yang grips onto his belt with her metallic arm, effectively keeping him in place, and Oscar looks particularly scandalized by everything while Qrow's just taking a swig from his flask. Sun hangs from a tree, clutching his stomach as he howls with laughter, while Ilia just smirks at their crazy antics.

Yang and Weiss find each other's gaze and the snow haired maiden can't help but think that everything will be alright in the end now that Team RWBY is back, bigger than before, but most importantly together once again.

xxxx

It's a routine now, getting up before everyone else and sparring. It's strange how their months apart have adapted their skills. They've always had different fighting techniques. Weiss was always so precise and calculated and Yang has always been raw and unpredictable.

But now, Weiss is more able to fight in the moment and Yang seems to be more analytical.

Because Weiss now knows that not every victory can be guaranteed on the battlefield. She's seizing the day and fighting like it may very well be her last battle and for Yang, she's fighting like she has more to lose because she does.

The Alpha Beowolf lunges toward Weiss who sidesteps its attack gracefully, just in time for her to evade the metallic limb that Yang's shot off. The former heiress watches as the arm punches right through the last white wolf. It dissolves and Yang's artificial arm is stopped from flying off when it's lunched halfway through a tree trunk.

"Think a princess will settle for a one armed dragon to save her?" Yang questions as she waves her armless shoulder.

"I'd hardly call that settling." the graveness in her tone lets Yang know she's serious. She retrieves her savior's metallic appendage with the help of one of her glyphs and walks toward her gleeful girlfriend. "But only if said princess can save the dragon too." Weiss secures the metal arm where it belongs.

They are a team, after all.

"You know what?" Yang begins to lean closer to the snow haired maiden who's managed to build her frozen fortress in the fiery fighter's heart. "She already has." she seals their mouths together in a kiss as they bask in the knowledge that there is no knight in this the tale of the ice princess and her golden dragon.

Neither would change a thing about their story, especially when their tale is just beginning.

XXXX

A NOTE/RANT BECAUSE IF YOU READ MY SUPERCORP FICS, YOU'D KNOW THAT I'M NOTORIOUS FOR THESE THINGS.

Ummm, so I love all the f/f ships in RWBY but I confess that my favorites are the ones that have Blake in it. My number one is Bumblebee but I realize that Black/Sun or whatever that ship with Blake and Sun are called is probably going to be canon with how hard they're pushing for it. He already met her parents and is sticking by her so I'm pretty sure they're going to be the next canon couple, after Nora and Ren maybe.

After watching Weiss and Yang interact, I can't help but really ship them even more now. I was actually in the middle of writing a BeChloe fic to celebrate PP3 coming out but then I saw episode 8 and just…. I had to write something about them! And now looking back at their previous interactions, I noticed a few things.

To envision the outfit for their date, I went back to the clothes they were wearing for the dance and according to the pictures and gifs on Google, everyone from team RWBY was wearing their signature color, except for Yang!

Yang was wearing a white dress, matching with Weiss…. Was that Rooster Teeth telling us that Freezerburn was going to be a thing?

I always thought they paired Weiss and Yang together during the tournament because they wanted to show a dynamic of the group that we rarely see and give the spotlight to someone other than Ruby but could it be that they were foreshadowing a romantic coupling even back then?

Only Crwby knows for sure.

But there's also the fact that the episode with someone coming out is also the episode that shows Yang and Weiss getting closer together that makes me think that something gay is afoot! They opened the gay window and let us take a peek inside. I mean it could just be a coincidence or my hopeful thinking but I really wish it's not. Though I'm probably just overthinking things because I so want the one of the main girls to be with a girl… Call it a gay agenda or whatever it's just…

It would be so amazing to see an LGBT couple in action.

I know Korra and Asami are a thing but I want to actually see a studio produce an animated rendering of a gay couple together. I believe we deserve something beyond subtext and I would like to not have to read showrunner's confirmation off screen or see pictures about it in the aftermath comics if that makes any sense.

#rwby #rwby volume 5 #rwby5 #yang xiao long #weiss schnee #freezerburn #fanfic #fanficmatters

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WARNING: Nsfw for lesbian reasons.

NOTES: Hey! So this shortish oneshot is actually older than SWTD, and is the first that’s a joint effort between me, BangAYang and YangingAround. It was lost in the recesses of my external hard drive but I dusted it off and gave it a makeover, and now here it is. Happy Yuletide!

H O T S T U F F

The door to the Beacon Academy dorm room slammed open, bouncing off the wall with a deafening thud. Framed in the doorway was Weiss Schnee, and she did not seem at all amused.

"YANG!"

Having been fully captivated with her task of fixing the damage her beloved Ember Celica had taken in their last battle, Yang Xiao Long had not heard Weiss's footsteps and was caught completely off guard. In her startled state, she managed to fall from her perch upon her bed and land on her face.

"Ow…" After a moment of laying there in her shame, she looked up at the petite woman before her, the scar over her left eye seemingly throbbing with rage. "What the hell?"

"What, pray tell, do you suppose this is?" Dangling from her delicate hand was a pair of yellow ‘boy shorts’ underwear. The words "Hot Stuff" were emblazoned across the rear in huge red letters, the tops stylised to look like flames.

"Hm?" Yang's eyes scanned the piece of cloth before her and a smile spread over her face. "Oh, yeah. I thought you could use a gift, and who doesn't need a pair of confidence-boosting panties? I mean, really, it's a must-have for your drab days of grey clouds – and lets face it, all your days are covered in grumpy clouds." She smirked cheekily.

Weiss's eyes flew wide, incensed. After a long moment, she stomped a few feet further into the room on her prissy heels and snapped, "Really? Is that why you left them hanging on the doorknob of the bathroom? An odd place to leave such a personal 'gift', isn't it?"

"Sorry, did you want me to personally put them on you?" Yang asked as she got back up to her feet, adjusting her clothing and straightening up.

Sputtering, Weiss flung them at Yang, who caught them easily. "N-no! What?! Why would you even say something like that, you dolt?! I am perfectly capable of dressing myself, thank you very much!"

"Oh come on, lighten up; it was a joke." She smiled coyly. "So you don’t want them, then? I think I might be a little hurt. I spent three days trying to find just the right ironic pun to give the Ice Queen."

"Stop CALLING ME THAT!" Weiss whined, stamping her foot. "And no, I don't want your smelly old panties! You probably left them there because you were afraid we'd kick you out if we had to suffer with the stench any longer!"

Her brow rose and her slender arms crossed over her ample chest. "Wow, rude. You think with all that money you have, you could at least purchase some manners?"

At that, Weiss looked as if she had been slapped. Regaining her composure, obviously with great effort, she said, "My manners are impeccable. And what would you know? You're just an odorific street thug who happens to have a decent weapon and a decent semblance. I don't know how you and your sister even made it to Beacon, really."

"And you're just a scared little girl who bought her way in here with good looks and daddy's money. Now that we're on the same page, I'm starving. Would you like to grab lunch?"

The offer to go eat caught Weiss off-guard. "I... but we were..." Then her eyes narrowed. "This whole time, you've just been trying to upset me, make fun of me! Like you hate me! Why would you DO that?!"

Yang let out a short bark of laughter. "Yes, because you buy gifts for the people you hate! Remind me to pick up a lovely necktie for Cardin!"

At that, Weiss glanced down at the panties on the floor, then back up to Yang's face. "Are you... those really were for me? You didn't forget them in the bathroom?"

"Yeah, they really were. Brand new and just for you." The tall blonde gave a shrug. "But if you don't want them, that’s cool. I was just trying to be friendly. Seems like most people don’t like to extend their hand to you for fear of getting slapped – and gee, I wonder why! I figured it was at least worth a shot."

Weiss's face began to redden with combined irritation and shyness. "But it's such a personal... do you know where panties GO?"

Yang flashed her a big cheeky grin as she spoke. "Oh, God no! I mean, they came with instructions but I’ve never used them before, so I got intimidated and just decided to leave it all up to you."

"You ignoramus!" Knowing that her cheeks were bright red by now, she turned and folded her arms. "Why did you think I needed panties, much less ones that say something so, so... crass?!"

“I figured the ones you have must always be up your ass, with the way you act; figured these might make you a little less grumpy."

The slow turn of Weiss's body was like the inevitable movement of a glacier. "How... dare you! I... how dare you, how DARE you!" By the end of this, she was literally jumping up and down. The tantrum brought the widest of smiles to Yang’s face, and when she started jumping she couldn’t help but laugh so hard her whole face was red.

"Oh man, was that worth it!"

Weiss reared back and slapped Yang across the shoulder with the heel of her palm, just hard enough to let her teammate know that the comment was not appreciated. "I do not have anything up my- up there! You take that back!"

Yang, still laughing, gripped her now sore arm and rubbed it. "Oh don't be so stiff, that was gold! Just put some ice on that burn and lets go get lunch."

"STIFF?!" She huffed and puffed for a moment, staring Yang in the eyes –her laughing, violet eyes. Then she rolled her own. "Your sense of humor is not appreciated, Xiao Long."

Yang attempted to pout but she was still laughing a little too hard for the full effect. "Lighten up, Princess! One of us has to have a sense of humor."

A scoff escaped Weiss’ throat as she strode from the room, not bothering to check if Yang was coming as well. After wiping the tear from her eye, Yang noticed that Weiss had stormed off and promptly scurried after her. "Hey! Wait up! Aren't you supposed to move at a glacial pace?!"

The two of them were getting better, even if it was difficult to believe. Yang could well remember the days when their fights were actual fights, and not just petty bickering over trivial matters. Weiss Schnee was the heiress to an entire fortune in Dust, and she acted like it; snooty and spoiled. But she was a good teammate, and down deep beneath the whining and the entitlement, she seemed to be a halfway decent person. It would just take them some time to find middle ground on a regular basis.

Having just spent a good two hours in training, Yang made her way into the locker room, ready for a shower. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted movement; turning her gaze, she noticed Weiss fidgeting with something in her locker. "Hey there, what are you up to?" she asked, using a towel to dab the sweat from her brow.

"AAAH!"

After a flurry of movement, Weiss was holding a towel in front of her body as she peeked around the locker door. "Who is- oh no, it's YOU!"

Offering a smirk in return for the expected greeting, Yang gave her a wink. "Sure is, the one and only."

"I m-mean-" Weiss cleared her throat and tried again. "So. Did you have a good, um... whatever it is you thuggish types do with yourselves?"

"Training session? Yes I did. Beat my personal record on targets taken out in thirty seconds." She beamed oh-so-proudly. "What are you up to, besides being very nude?"

"I'm not nude! I'm just... not fully clothed yet. It wouldn't be decent for me to prance around like this." Then she tried to shift the topic back again. "H-how many targets?"

"200 targets, thirty seconds, 360 degree range." Yang nonchalantly began stripping herself of her sweaty workout clothing.

"Im- impressive." It was clear Weiss was trying not to care about the damp tank top being flung on the bench, or the sneakers that thudded into the bottom of Yang's locker. But when she saw the panties once her shorts had joined the tank top, she pointed and yelped, "HOT STUFF!"

Mildly surprised, Yang glanced over her shoulder at the woman. “Why, thank you! Not so bad yourself, Schnee!” She flexed her glutes for good measure, and laughed when she saw Weiss’s cheeks get a little rosier.

“No, no! Those underwear you’re wearing!”

"Oh…" Yang craned her neck to see her own butt. Sure enough, it was the same proclamation emblazoned across her cheeks. "Well yeah, you didn't want them so I figured I'd make them look good, instead." Her tone was light and her facial expression coy.

"No, but... then whose are these?!"

When Weiss stomped over with her towel hanging to one side, it became obvious that, against all odds, they were wearing matching underwear.

"HAH! You did take them! I knew it!" Strategically, Yang had bought two pairs, hoping a situation like this might have come out in the end. "Man, was I right about picking those out for you."

“Nooooo! But- you-" Only then did Weiss realize how ludicrous it was to believe someone else – anyone else at Beacon Academy might own the exact same panties, and that she might have stumbled across them. Also, that she was still standing there in nothing but those and an undershirt. "I..."

Stripping herself of the last of her sweaty clothing, Yang picked up her towel and rubbed her sore shoulder. "I’m gonna grab a shower. You’re welcome to join me, Frosty." She spoke in a teasing tone, still half admiring the way the garment sat on Weiss's hips.

It was clear Weiss didn't even know what to think or where to look. Firstly, she was nearly bare. Yang was bare. For some reason, knowing that they had both been wearing the same design of underwear a moment ago – and that Yang had touched them both – was making it hard for her to think rationally. But that was ridiculous! They had seen each other in the locker room plenty of times. Why should matching underwear make any difference? What was the matter with her?

"I... had a shower this morning, I just wanted to change out of my uniform."

"Suit yourself." Yang shrugged, taking a few steps in the direction she needed to go before she paused with a devilish grin. "You'd probably end up more dirty than clean, anyway."

"Wh-what?" Weiss felt her mouth run dry as she glanced around at the rest of the locker room, desperately hoping no one else could hear her. They were alone, luckily; most people either showered much later, or in the morning. "Just what are you implying, Yang?"

The coy smile turned into a cheeky grin. "Oh, I don't know. You'll just have to wonder, Princess."

She didn’t bother to wait around for Weiss's rebuttal, but instead disappeared behind a curtain. The sound of a squeaky faucet being turned broke the thick silence she had left, and soon after the familiar noise of running water hitting tile followed.

A deep confusion settled over Weiss as she looked down at the towel she was squeezing in a death grip. First, they're wearing matching underpants. Next, Yang invites her to shower together. Together! And the phrase “end up more dirty than clean” heavily implied something that did not normally transpire between two women. And why did she keep thinking about Yang's body? She had seen it before, but this was not the same. There had to have been something different about it from before, but what?

It was imperative that she checked. Walking as softly as the cold tile could allow, she paced forward and nipped the curtain aside slowly, just enough to peer through...

Yang's muscular and slim body shone in the fluorescent light, the water having reflected it off the contours in all the right places. Idly, she scrubbed the sweat and grime from her gorgeous pale skin, blonde hair clinging to her body as it became heavy with water.

'This is wrong,' Weiss thought to herself with sudden realization, pulse ticking up a notch. 'Yet... I must observe her. Something is different about her, I know it!'

Yang let it go for another couple of seconds before she opened her mouth. "You know, for a privileged girl that claims to have manners, you’re certainly not using them. It’s rude to stare."

Every drop of blood in the younger girl's veins froze. Yang didn’t even bother looking back; the cool air slipping in through the opened shower curtain had alerted her to Weiss's presence a while ago. She had been discovered – Weiss Schnee, heiress to the Schnee Dust Company, was peeping!

No. No, she was not peeping. There had to be something else she could do besides let that accusation stand.

"I..." Desperation forced the words out of her mouth. "I was j-just thinking about joining you, after all!"

If the way she dressed wasn’t any indication that Yang had nothing but confidence about her body, then the fact that she turned around and faced Weiss fully certainly was. "Well, I'd suggest taking the rest of your clothes off for that."

There really was no choice. Either she got into the shower, or she admitted that she was staring at Yang, which had implications that could not be allowed. "I… Okay. You promise not to make any more jokes like that one you made a moment ago? Because I can't tolerate that! I won't have people thinking such things about me!"

Yang's brow rose. "Like what? I don’t recall saying anything uncalled for."

"You know," Weiss went on as she hid her body behind the shower curtain while unclasping her bra. "Th-that comment about getting... d-dir... dirtier." Why was it so hard to finish that single word?

Yang grinned like a predator, wide and toothy. "Again, totally not uncalled for."

"But you can't! You can't say things like that while we're in there together!"

"And why not, Princess?"

“It's undignified!" Weiss yelped as she hooked her thumb over the hem of her underwear. Until the topic had been resolved, however, she couldn't follow through on the action. "People might get the idea that we're... that we've been..."

Yang stepped forward and pulled the curtain back and away from in between them. "What? Dirty? What’s wrong with that? Live a little."

Weiss gasped, pulling the towel over her chest again, backing up a step. "Wait, I- I'm not a- are you saying we should?!" Then she narrowed her eyes. "You're saying you don't care if people think we're doing things like that? What kind of harlot are you?"

"I'm not saying we should ‘do’ anything, Schnee. I’m just offering for you and I to get to know each other a little better – offering for you to unwind a little. No one else has to know, but it’s totally up to you." This entire time her tone had been teasing and nonchalant simultaneously.

Weiss decided she had enough of being the one everyone teased. It wasn't acceptable that she always got angry because she had been raised with elegance and refinement, and meanwhile everybody else got to have a laugh at her expense. It was infuriating and unfair. At the same time, Yang really did sound like she wanted to talk, to exchange ideas. Ruby was her partner, but Yang was on her team as well, and this could only help them function better as a unit. Disgusting insinuations and teasing aside, what could it hurt?

"Fine. I will shower with you and we'll see just how honourable you can be in there, harlot."

Raising a brow, the blonde held the curtain open for her. "Fine. We'll see, indeed."

Weiss merely stared at her for a long moment. "Well?"

"Well get in here! You have to be in the shower to shower!"

"Aren't you going to turn around while I finish undressing?"

"You're going to step into the same shower as me, and you think me seeing you undress is gonna change anything once you get in here, anyway?"

Weiss knew her face was already as red as it was going to get. The only way for her to save face was to pretend to be a lot braver than she felt at the moment. "Fine!"

Heart in her throat, she draped the towel over her shoulder and grasped the sides of her panties, eyes locked with Yang's the entire time as she slowly slid them down and stepped out of them. Never once did the tall blonde's gaze stray from Weiss's. It was almost like she was challenging her back.

"Great! Bravo, good job, so proud. Now hurry up and get in here; water's a-wastin'."

Jaw set, Weiss held the towel out to one side and hooked it over the nearby peg, then stepped a pace closer to Yang, fists at her side and chest heaving as they stood bare before each other. Her every action issued a challenge. Impressed with the proper girl's gall, Yang stepped aside and let her pass untouched... for now.

They headed into the twin streams of fresh water and Yang grabbed the shampoo. Upon closer inspection, it was revealed that Yang's body was covered in various scars – each one a mark of a fight she'd survived, a battle she'd lived through. A reminder that she was only human, that her world was hard and real and her spot at this academy had been earned through toil and bloodshed.

"Y… " But Weiss let the word die before she finished it. What else could she say that might possibly be of any use after the hundreds of days that must have passed since Yang received each of those marks? Her finger drifted to her own scar as she finally stepped under the water and allowed her hair to begin soaking it up. They had all been through a lot, it was true, but Yang seemed content to bear hers with a smile, to forget all about it instead of… doing what Weiss did. Using it as an excuse to shut everyone out.

Stepping aside to lather the soap in her hair, Yang made sure to actively keep her gaze from lingering – especially to keep Weiss from seeing her doing so. She was letting the younger girl’s curiosity build, and thus her strategy would unfold.

"Yang?" she finally spoke up.

“Mhhm?" came the absentminded reply as she worked the rest of her long hair into a manageable mess, tangled in the suds of the perfumed shampoo.

"You can tell me this is none of my business," Weiss continued as she edged close enough to grab the soap, doing her best not to look at her teammate again. "But... all those scars on your back..."

Yang seemed unfazed by the question. Her upper body followed her hair’s example and was soon covered in the lather. "What about them?"

As she started churning the soap in her hands into a cloud of suds, Weiss asked softly, "Where... did you get all of them? That seems like a lot for someone so close to my age."

“I'm a street thug, remember? " she answered idly. "A ruffian, with no place at this school." Every once in a while, Yang's super confident and altogether high-energy personality took a passive aggressive turn in a subtle manner. This was one of those times. The small satisfaction that came from making Weiss eat her words in such a somber moment brought a light smirk to her face. "How do you think I got them?"

"Apparently, you really did get them in street fights," Weiss snapped – but even she heard the lack of bite to her tone. Stripped of both her entitled air and her clothes, she was vulnerable. She didn't like it. "Did they hurt much?"

"Some of them." Others stung more with emotional pain than physical. As some scars do. However, she didn't feel like Weiss had earned that much insight into her quite yet.

"Right."

"You don't like me much, do you?" A simple question, but one with a complicated answer, she was sure. Yang knew there was more to Weiss than the girl let on, but they had to start digging if they ever wanted to find the rest.

"Whether or not I like you is irrelevant," Weiss answered easily, rubbing the soap along her limbs, over her stomach. "We're a team now. Our grades and our futures depend on us finding a way to cooperate. But... you said that, too." She fidgeted slightly, hoping the unspoken apology would be enough.

"You'll get more clean if you use this." Yang half-smiled, offering her a loofah for scrubbing purposes. She wasn’t one to hold a grudge for too terribly long, and everyone on her team had some sort of baggage. Ultimately, she hoped their scars would only bring them together; she had hopes of being the best team they could be.

"Right." Weiss reached for the scrubby, then instinctively covered her chest with the other arm when she felt it jiggle slightly, causing her hand to miss the loofah and slide gently over Yang's. "Oops, I- sorry."

The blonde's smile only widened as she relinquished her hold on the object. "No worries."

This wasn't good. Weiss felt like a fumbling child in all the ways she normally felt like a poised and self-assured adult. "Thank you," she whispered belatedly as she used the gift to form more lather.

Having an extra one in tow, Yang returned to scrubbing the rest of her workout away, only struggling when it came to reaching a specific part of her back. "Hey, Weiss, do you mind helping me out?"

"Me?" Instantly kicking herself for asking such a stupid question, she recovered. "I m-mean, I suppose, in the spirit of diplomacy, I could."

Hanging her own scrubby from the hot water spigot, she nervously approached Yang's back, watching as she pulled her wet blonde locks further over her head to allow access. One hand was holding the spongy item over her shoulder for her to take, and she did.

"Um... just all over?"

Yang beamed over her shoulder, grateful for help with the difficult task. "Yeah, that'd be great, thanks."

Lips pursing to keep from making another biting comment, since Yang hadn’t earned it this time, Weiss reached out with the loofah at arm's length and just barely brushed it up and down the center of Yang's back, eyes half-closed as she tried to touch and see as little as possible.

"Nah, you gotta scrub it, exfoliate the skin, really get in there," Yang urged, wanting to be as clean as possible. Sure, that’s what she wanted. Sure.

"Hmph," Weiss grunted as she stepped closer. "Aren't you the demanding one?" But she did as she was told. Pushing in a little harder than she would on her own skin, she dragged it up and then down to her tailbone, where she paused. "Exfoliated enough?"

Yang smirked. "Come on, a little more than that. Don’t forget the sides, not just the middle."

Growling, Weiss braced her other hand against Yang's hip as she began scrubbing up and down, finally focusing on the work instead of her own insecurities. As she scrubbed, she asked, "You really do get filthy out there. What do you do, wrestle Beowulves for sport?"

Backfired – oh, this plan had backfired. Yang's cheeks sported a soft blush at the feeling of Weiss's hand gripped so tightly on her hip. It was just a little too close for comfort, even though that was supposed to be the idea in the first place. "Hhm? What? Oh yeah... lots of dirt. Targets. Dirty."

"Dirty seems to be a theme with you," she accused. When she noticed Yang was wobbling slightly from her movements, she raised her hand to a shoulder instead to steady her. "You didn't answer me about your scars, so I apologize if I was insensitive. I don't like talking about mine, either. It's just that... there are so many..."

“Life outside of glamour and fame is a lot harder, Weiss. People don’t constantly try to get on your good side to ride your coattails; they try to take everything from you by force instead." Yang didn’t go into detail. She would rather leave it to the other's imagination.

Weiss's movements slowed and then stopped. She wasn't sure why; she only knew that Yang had a deep hurt buried under that carefree attitude, and that she was scraping the attitude away. It wasn't kind and it wasn't showing interest. It was cruel.

"But you didn't let them," she told her teammate's back softly, hoping it would help. "And now look at you; you're at Beacon, you're going to be a huntress."

"Of course I didn't let them. I didn’t have a choice; I couldn’t let them walk all over me in front of R-" A short pause. "I couldn’t let them take me down so easily. So I took them down instead."

Panic rose in Weiss's chest. She wasn't good with people – and she was even less proficient in comforting them in times of grief. What could she say that would help? Had she ever done such a thing? Yes: once before, with Ruby. But she had coffee for a prop then, and a scrubby sponge wasn't nearly as effective. Or was it?

"You did what you had to do, Yang. It was the admirable course of action. You..." Her hands felt tingly now from where they were placed, but she pressed on, trying to finish the job. "I am proud to fight alongside you."

Few words meant more to the blonde dragon than "I’m proud of you"; for someone with such an extroverted personality, her waters ran deep. She smiled over her shoulder at Weiss. "And I'm honoured to watch your back."

Weiss's heart was pounding in her ears as she met Yang's eyes, grimacing fiercely. They both understood the importance of knowing someone would not desert you in the heat of battle... but Weiss had a feeling that her teammate had seen a lot more combat outside of mere practice.

Then she smiled wryly. "Is that 'watch' or 'wash'? I could use a turn."

The blonde gave a smirk and a small wink. "Why not both?" Promptly after her words, she swiped the scrubby from her shower companion and motioned for her to turn around. "Lets try to make you less dirty, shall we, Princess?"

"Hmm," Weiss said with false annoyance, eyebrows rising. "Princesses don't get dirty." It only occurred to her after she said it that in doing so, she had accepted the nickname. Frowning at herself, she turned away because it was easier than confronting her misstep. "You may cleanse me, pleb."

Being the cocky shit that she was, Yang slid a finger down the pale skin of the winter-haired woman's spine. "Thank you for the opportunity, Your Majesty."

"Hey, hey!" Weiss snapped, looking back over her shoulder at Yang. "No funny business, please! Just... wash!" Then she turned away once more, also pulling her hair over her shoulder the way Yang had as an afterthought.

"Oooh, excuse me! I was only paying homage to your perfection." The fire dragon chuckled coyly before setting to the task of scrubbing the skin she had admired moments before. "Is this better?"

Sighing, Weiss relaxed into the sensation. "Much, thank you." After a few more seconds of silence, she began, "Have you... no, never mind."

Pleased with Weiss's growing curiosity about her, Yang smirked. "No no, please ask, Princess."

"Okay, but don't blame me if this is too personal." Rolling her shoulders as an unconscious physical manifestation of shedding her irritation, she went on, "Have you done this a lot? For Ruby, I meant – not just for random strangers, obviously."

"Which part? Showering together, or washing each other's backs?" Yang inquired idly, scrubbing little circles against her smooth skin.

A little sigh of contentment escaped Weiss's throat as she said, "Either one... but I suppose I meant washing backs."

"I used to wash hers a lot when we were younger. As we grew older things subtly started to change, and she depended on me less. Which is fine. It's what happens when younger siblings get older." The scrubbing had gradually grown a little faster, as if the task could distract her from the subtle sting of reality.

"Oh." Very quietly, Weiss added, "I can relate. Family is like that." Then she winced and said, "Hey, um... not to seem ungrateful, but that's starting to sting a bit."

“What? Oh, right." Yang smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of her head in embarrassment. "Sorry about that, wanted to make sure you were really clean. You know, keep up your image as the cleanest slate on campus."

"Your tireless efforts are appreciated, peasant." Then she blinked, turning with her hands on her hips. "Wait, what do you mean, 'cleanest slate on campus'? What is that supposed to mean?"

Yang let out a chuckle and winked at the flustered and confused girl. "Princesses aren't dirty, remember? I'm just keeping up the image."

Both of Weiss's eyes narrowed. "Are you sure you weren't implying that I'm mentally deficient in some way?"

It was too easy. "No, I'm implying you're inexperienced." She enjoyed being cryptic just to keep Weiss asking questions.

"Hey!" Weiss jabbed a finger into Yang's shoulder, not particularly hard, but just hard enough to be felt. "I'll have you know that I have been in formal training to be a Huntress since I was ten years old! Even before that, I took fencing, and was practicing my semblance! In what way am I inexperienced?"

Yang, with a much more devilish grin than before, stepped forward into Weiss's space, closer than she had dared before. Barely a breath between them, Yang whispered, "In all the best ways."

With an automatic step backward, Weiss began to stammer, "Oh, s-stop that, I told you not to make jokes like these! You promised to behave yourself!"

With a mock pout, the blonde cooed, "Awww, I was just trying to be friendly and answer your question." With a light chuckle, she turned from the paler woman and stepped under the stream of heated water, rinsing her skin and hair, ridding it of the suds that blanketed the surface.

"I do not think that is a 'friendly' way to approach any situation!" Weiss insisted, stamping over to Yang so hard she left little splashes in her wake. "Insinuating that you... that you and I c-could... no, no, and no!"

"Eh, you're right. You'd be horribly noobish at it, and it'd be a waste of my skill and talent." Her tone was aloof and she didn’t even bother to look at the woman that had addressed her.

"N... noobish? What does 'noobish' mean? How can we even have this conversation if you won't speak coherently?" Hopelessly flustered by the entire situation, Weiss stood as boldly as she could by Yang's side, leaning over slightly to catch her eye. "And who says your 'skill and talent' is anything to be proud of?"

“For a princess, you don’t know your kingdom well. Noobish, newbie, unskilled, green. Got it now?" She tried to keep her expression unreadable. "As for who says I have skills... well, certainly everyone that's experienced them. Five-star reviews across the board."

Deciding to ignore the comments about her being inexperienced in such things – especially because, come to that, she was – Weiss mulled over the implication. "So... one could infer from the way you say that... that you have previously... well..."

A small smirk broke through Yang’s unreadable mask. "One could infer, yes," she answered with a cheeky tone. "Or one could see for themselves."

"Stop that," Weiss said, more softly this time. She was becoming conscious of how close she was to Yang, how quick her pulse had become due to the subject of discussion. "What's it like? And don't say 'why don't you find out' again, I'm merely curious. For academic reasons."

Yang didn’t hesitate to answer, speaking with a self-satisfied grin. "It's exactly like when you touch yourself – except better, because I'm doing it."

At that, Weiss rolled her eyes, though this was somewhat undermined by her steady blush. "Don't be ridiculous. Only degenerates touch themselves like that."

"Oh my God," she breathed as if she had seen the light of truth itself, turning to gape at her.

"Wh-what?" Weiss asked, folding her arms over her chest.

"I totally get it now; you're so grumpy because you never get yourself off! Well, have no fear; it is now my personal mission to get you laid." Yang grinned widely, adding a cheeky wink to the end for effect.

"Wh-WHAT?!" Funny how the same exclamation could sound so different a second time. "To get me- did you say 'laid'?! What does that mean?!" When Yang opened her mouth, she snapped, "Never mind, I figured it out - and that is SO CRASS!"

The blonde gave a light shrug. "Hey, my words may be crass but the mouth that conveys them tends to make it all better... when put to proper use."

A long moment passed with the water falling on the two women, Yang looking smug, Weiss looking completely nonplussed. Distantly, a bell sounded, indicating the beginning of a meal period. Finally, slowly, the shorter of the two teammates found her voice again.

"Are... you aren't joking at all, are you?"

There it was, the first sign the curiosity was outweighing her resolve. "Not at all, Princess," she idly replied, subtly running a brightly-coloured washcloth over the length of her body to draw Weiss's gaze. This tactic worked, and Weiss jerked her eyes away when it drew closer to her lower half.

And then it crashed over her. She was naked, in a shower, with someone asking to do things outside the normal bonds of friendship. This was a terrible situation, indeed.

“O-oh.”

"Is that offensive in some way, Princess? That the dirty street thug would have experience in dirty street thug things?" She gave a self-satisfied smirk and then set about washing her thighs.

"W-well, no," Weiss said anxiously, watching the washcloth move up and down one well-muscled leg. "I... not the thug things. Dirty, however, I... why would you and I ever t-touch each other the way you're suggesting? We're both women!"

It took everything she had not to throw her head back and laugh at just how naïve Weiss was. "Because, Weiss, no one knows a woman's body like a woman. All the right places to touch, the exact amount of pressure to place here… or there." Her tone was husky at this point; she was laying it on thick, no longer hiding behind a playful tone. "Men use women for their own pleasure, and sometimes give some back. Which is fine, I guess. But women pay homage to other women, and worship them like they deserve. You’re never gonna have your mind blown with a guy the way you could by a woman-loving-woman, Schnee."

This was beginning to become too much for the poor, pampered girl to take in. Yang was serious! Not just serious, but insistent, and trying to get her to agree! This was a disaster!

But she shouldn’t panic. This was just another dangerous situation to navigate, just as with her training. Pulling her hair down over her shoulder to at least cover half of her chest, she said, "I-I've never even truly w-wanted to be with any guy, let alone a..." She had been about to say something offensive, but only just managed to stop herself. "And anyway, you don't have the proper equipment to satisfy a woman! Perhaps I'm not as worldly-wise as you, but I studied basic biology!"

The fiery woman's brow rose and she failed to keep all of her offense in check. "Excuse me, but I've never had any complaints. Lots of screaming, sure, but no complaints."

In a rare moment of boldness, Weiss reached forward and lightly slapped the pubic region of her teammate a couple of times. "I don't feel anything here that could do what you're suggesting, Yang! You're not making any sense!"

The taller girl was taken aback slightly by the sudden boldness, needing a moment to blink and suppress a slight groan of detached pleasure, but she grinned all the same. "Oh, you're halfway there. I keep telling you that I’ll show you, but you don't want me to, so I guess your burning curiosity and need to see if I'm right will go unattended forever."

"I just don't see what you have to show me," Weiss growled, already regretting her misstep after seeing the taller girl's reaction to it. This was mortifying. "Y-you won't explain what you mean, and you know I'm not going to let you d-do a 'demonstration', so it's not my fault I'm still uninformed, now, is it?"

"No, you're right; it's mine. Oh well." Yang didn’t say anything after that; she simply ran her body under the stream of water again, relieving herself of the dirtied suds that covered her pale skin. She had baited the lure; now she had to see if the big mouth bass that was her teammate would bite.

"I... but... you..." Both of Weiss's hands went to her scalp and tugged. "ERURGHH! Can you please just tell me how two women can do such things?!"

Her irritation was adorable and amusing. Yang looked thoughtful for a moment before she reached forward and grabbed the smaller girl's hand gingerly, raising it to her mouth, keeping eye contact as she did. "Sure. Y'see, there are plenty of ways to pleasure a woman… without a dick. And these are one of those ways." As she spoke, she brought Weiss's fingertips to her lips.

Instantly, Weiss jerked her hand away. She was no longer furious, or annoyed, or demanding. Clearly she was afraid. Both the unambiguous language and the feeling of soft lips on her fingers were far more than she had been expecting in the next instant.

"O-oh," she merely breathed, clutching the hand to her chest, eyes wide as saucers. "Without a... wh-what kind of ways?"

Calmly, Yang leaned her shoulder against the wall and spoke in a laid-back, nonchalant tone. "Ways with your fingers… tongue… hell, even foreign objects can be fun."

"Foreign- are you out of your mind?! I'm not putting anything in there! Not ever! I don't even use tampons!" Then, utterly ashamed she had just admitted that, Weiss blushed an even deeper shade and looked away. "I use p-pads." It wouldn't do to allow Yang to think she just allowed the blood to fall where it may.

Now Yang couldn’t help but laugh. "Okay, good to know! File that away for a rainy day."

This time, Weiss truly tried to think through this. She supposed one day she would be expected, as an heiress of the Schnee Dust Company, to take a husband. In that event, there would have to be at least one item allowed within her sacred place, whether she was ready to accept it or not. Logically, what was the difference?

But Yang was her teammate. Plus, she was such a brutish barbarian, full of herself. Furthermore, she was a woman. Her parents had taught her for all her life that men marry women, and even when she heard the inevitable whisperings that it wasn't always true, the Schnees quashed them with "what nonsense" and "deviants" without truly discussing the matter. Yet here was Yang Xiao Long, determined to convince her otherwise.

"Have you... really? With other women, I mean?"

There was no hesitation in her reply; she was pretty straightforward in this regard. "Hell yes. I prefer them to men, actually. Men don’t listen to your body's needs like women do."

Swallowing thickly, Weiss looked down at herself briefly before looking back up at Yang's. "Bodies? I mean... my body has needs? I haven't felt any. I'm not really sure what you mean."

"Oh yeah, your body has lots of needs. See, Weiss, it’s not enough to take care of your body nutritionally; there are other tasks it needs. Like washing, and those pads of yours. And more."

"Yes, of course," Weiss said casually, hoping to wrong-foot her teammate, regain the upper hand. Perhaps stop her legs from trembling the way they were at that moment. "Training. And showering, as we are currently pretending to do."

Was she serious? "Weiss, your body has sexual needs, as well," she stated flatly.

"Not my body. Maybe yours does, but perhaps I have evolved beyond such trivial matters." Though she turned away with her arms folded in front of her chest, she continued to watch Yang out of the corner of her eye, curious.

"Tell you what: what if I showed you, by letting you touch me? That way you can stay pure, and you get your answers." She had elected to ignore Weiss's previous statement about being evolved. “What do you say?”

At that suggestion, Weiss felt her jaw drop open. "You- with my- are you INSANE?! You want me to push my hand into your filthy..." At the last second, she somehow managed to rein in her tirade. "Alright. So maybe it isn't filthy, especially because we're currently showering. So I apologize for saying that."

Yang's brow had never risen, and then risen higher, faster in her whole life. An apology from the Ice Queen herself? Deciding to grant her a small mercy, she didn't focus on that and instead went on, "Also, I'd like to point out that you’d be lucky to fit three fingers in me, let alone your whole hand. I don’t know what you got going on, but I run a pretty tight ship – if you know what I mean."

"That isn't..." Weiss sighed, shifting uncomfortably as her eyes unwillingly fixated somewhere in the region of Yang's hip. "Wh-why do I suddenly feel like I'm bathing with a boy?"

"Because you stepped into a ring with a big dog and you were wholly unready to run with the pack," Yang told her matter-of-factly.

"Dog is right," Weiss scoffed. "You... on a scale of one to ten... how serious are you about letting me do that? Not that I care."

"A very solid thirteen."

That made her head feel a few ounces lighter. "Really? Wait... are you... experiencing those kind of urges? With me in here? Right now?" All she gave Weiss was an aloof shrug and a cocky smirk. "Because of me? No, not because of me." Weiss shook her head firmly. "You've just been toying with me because you're already, um, in that type of mood. Right?"

The grin just got wider, watching the normally self-absorbed heiress fumble over her words. Yang gave a very obvious leer down at Weiss’s body as they stood there. And then, though it was the tiniest flicker, Weiss felt something like a hot prickling in her lower regions. None of these sensations or possibilities were familiar, and they terrified her.

"Why?" she whispered softly.

For a moment, Yang was caught between being a complete cocky ass and being a real sweetheart. "Because you're beautiful," she spoke softly. "And my god, that ass of yours." In the end, she had decided somewhere in the middle was best.

Instinctively, Weiss's hands whipped back to cover said ass, but then she realized how silly that was when she was facing toward Yang and moved them back in front of herself, folding them in front. "You... a thirteen out of ten isn't mathematically possible, but if you mean that... if you really want me to... no, no I can't! How could I? This just sounds wrong in so many ways! I wouldn't even know how to start!"

"Why, it’s simple! Just start with a single touch." She spoke as she took a step forward. "A simple caress, that leads to a spark... that leads to a fire... that leads to a blazing inferno." Wow she was laying it on thick.

"Really?" Weiss said in what she hoped was a deadpan. "I just touch you? Fine, here." She raised one hand and laid it on Yang's elbow. "When do the fires start?" "When you place the other hand on the other side, and I lean in real close..." As she spoke, she stepped even further into the younger girl’s space. Yang’s face was two inches away from Weiss's as she spoke. "And tell you how beautiful you are… and how lucky I am to be here, this close, with you." Saying the right thing at the right time was like an art for her.

Suddenly, Weiss felt very small and very weak in the shadow of the taller and more self-assured woman. Yang oozed confidence in equal part with sensuality. That Weiss even noticed her sensuality was cause for alarm. "Lucky? Being in the room with me makes you feel that way? I... why?"

"Because you are one of the strongest, most confident, refined, pedigreed women I know, and you have no reason to waste your time talking to street trash like me." Her lips barely brushed Weiss's ear. "But here you are..."

"I... I know." Weiss couldn't move. Her hands lifted to push Yang backward, but she couldn’t manage it. The caress of air on her ear was paralysing somehow. "I m-mean... all those things you said are true, of course. I know objectively that people consider me to be pretty, and, um… whatever. But why... when you say things like that, why does it sound so different?"

Then, slowly, she moved the hand from Yang's elbow to her side and simply held it there, not even sure why she had. Testing the waters. It was smooth and warm to the touch. Something in her heart felt sick but it was too late to back down.

"Because I mean them," Yang answered simply. "Contrary to popular belief, I’m not just blowing wind up your skirt." And in a way, she really wasn’t. She had been interested Weiss for quite a while, and begrudgingly liked her spunk even if it was with a side of entitlement. To what extent she liked her remained to be seen.

"Just... sorry if I'm being repetitive, but this is so new to me. How much did you mean it when you said I could... could try it out on you, to know what you mean?" Weiss tried to swallow. It didn't work. Her next words were raspy as a consequence. "Because... if you're sure, then... I..."

Yang smirked and let her breath tease the smaller woman’s ear again. "I meant every word of it. You can do as you please." She lifted her fingertips to trace the contours of Weiss's arm idly.

A shiver passed down Weiss's arm at the touch. She was so far out of her depth... but Yang wasn't forcing anything. Teasing, yes, forcing, no.

"Okay," she whispered as her hand drifted down over Yang's hip. "Stop me. I mean... stop me if you should wish to change your mind, of course."

For a moment Yang's heart stopped. This was happening; it wasn’t a game anymore, she had won… hadn't she? "Of course," she reassured the white-haired woman. The blonde took a deep breath and awaited whatever Weiss would allow herself to do.

Belatedly, Weiss realized she had really meant it when she said "stop me". She wanted to be stopped by some outside force, because her body seemed to be determined to follow through. And follow through it did.

It was like a shock of electricity when her fingertips waded through the thicket of blondeness above Yang's center. Her heart sped up and her breath came faster once her brain registered where she was touching. Of course, she had touched there scant moments ago in a moment of jest, but this was not the same. This would lead elsewhere.

A soft exhale wafted over Weiss's neck as her fingers inched downward towards her most sensitive area. "Mmhh…" Yang was careful not to touch Weiss too much; she didn’t want to push the girl into anything. If this was going to happen, it was going to happen on Weiss's terms.

"I... I'm going to go further." She didn't know why, but instinct was telling her to put her other hand on Yang's back – so she did, just in the center, feeling wet hair under her palm. Her fingertips inched lower, listening for any change in breath, any protestation. This couldn't be something Yang really wanted, could it?

Instinctively, Yang's hips rolled into the other's touch, a soft moan escaping parted lips as Weiss's touch lowered. "Please do," she chimed lightly.

"This is completely insane," Weiss breathed shakily as she continued to advance. "Don't know why I let you talk me int- into... o-oh, I think I f-found you." The softness that her middle finger came into contact with was strange enough without the sheer amount of moisture that clung to its surface. That couldn't just be from the shower they were in, either.

"Please, Princess, of all the crazy things you could be doing, this is by far one of the less insane ones." The last word was something more of a whimper. "And y-yeah, that’s me..."

Of course the sensation was familiar; there had been a time or two when Weiss came into contact with herself when washing or adjusting her underwear. However, when she did so, she did not make sounds even remotely close to the ones Yang was making. Biting her lower lip to keep from asking another inane question, she slowly moved her hand further inward until she could feel Yang running the length of her finger, feel it on the fingers to either side.

It was hard for the blonde not to grip Weiss's shoulders, but she kept her hands to herself anyway so as not to scare the smaller woman off. The sensation felt better than she had expected, if she were honest with herself; it apparently had been longer than she thought since her last escapade. "Mmmhhh… that feels good…"

"Of c-course," Weiss breathed, struggling to keep the complete and utter shock out of her voice. "You're being touched by a Schnee. We don't do things halfway."

Of course, they didn't do things like this at all. Biting her lip harder, she slowly moved her hand backward and then forward again, watching this ghastly show play out in front of her and listening for Yang to protest.

A subtle blush overtook the pale skin of the taller woman as the sensations echoed through her nerves. Yang was careful not to make to many noises; didn’t want to freak the newbie out. However, this was proving to be very difficult. Unable to stand it any longer, Yang's hand slowly lifted to run her finger tips down Weiss's arm, a soft moan escaping her lips.

A nervous laugh escaped Weiss's throat. "Okay, y-you can't do that while I'm doing this," she squeaked as she felt her other hand ball into a fist against Yang's back. "Don't touch me. I'm s-supposed to be touching you, right?"

"My bad, Princess," she half-chuckled as she was scolded, withdrawing her hand. "Its just hard not to with your fingers doing such a good job."

"Am I?" Licking her lips nervously, Weiss stepped a few inches closer. "This is my first time trying anything like this, so if you were to, uh, direct my movements somewhat, I would appreciate some instruction. That is, if I need any." Trying to recover her pride, she added, "Perhaps I really am doing it perfectly already."

A soft snort broke the awkward silence that fell between them, and on its tail, the blonde said, "Quick circles and a thrusting motion in the right spot, it's... pretty simple." She paused to grin wider. "I'm sure someone as skilled and perfect as you would have no problem catching on."

Weiss allowed herself a light chuckle, but it sounded more like a cough due to her nerves. "Yes, yes. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some circles to attempt." Which she did. The way the thin ribbons of flesh slid over her knuckles felt so unnatural that she shivered, but she persevered, determined to see why Yang cared so much about this activity.

"Well, excuse me, your majesty," Yang jested. It was becoming increasingly difficult to keep her hands to herself, so instead... Yang kept her hands to herself. Slowly, she slid her fingertips up her stomach and over to grip her own breast firmly, humming happily at the added sensation.

It was with morbid and detached fascination that Weiss watched Yang touch the rest of her body. She wondered for a second if this meant she was doing something wrong, hurting Yang, but that didn't seem right. Therefore, she simply kept at it, watching intently for any sign of change. Meanwhile, her own heart was hammering in her chest, and the heat she had been trying to ignore further down on her body was becoming more insistent. This wasn't really something a person could just do to another person, was it?

Practiced fingers worked her breast expertly as Yang bit her lip, trying to stifle any sounds of pleasure that came from the mix of the two touches. Even still, she couldn’t hold back the low needy groan that slipped past her lips.

Another step closer. Weiss felt her hip just barely brush Yang's and froze in place, shivering; this was too close, but she couldn't back up now without seeming like a coward.

"Are... you doing okay?" she asked uncertainly as her fingers continued to drift in lazy circles.

Another cheeky grin disturbed Yang's expression of ecstasy as she replied to her momentary companion. "Oh yeah, doing… mmhhh… just f-fine… you should go a little faster."

"Alright." Her fingers began to trace a quicker circle, feeling both them and Yang's body getting warmer with each movement. "Just, um, tell me when I'm supposed to go inside. Still can't believe you really do that."

Yang's hips slowly started to roll into the attentions. "Y-you can go inside now if you’re brave enough, Snow Angel."

"Really?" Trying to distract herself from her building panic – and other things building elsewhere – Weiss readjusted her stance again but felt herself standing on Yang's foot, so she hastily stepped over. Alas, that put her body even closer than it had been, her stomach pressing into Yang's side. They were so near now. "Um... h-how do you know? When it's ready, I mean. For academic purposes."

"How do you know what?" Yang inquired, wholly enjoying Weiss's closeness more than she intended. "When you’re ready to go in?" Weiss merely nodded as her body began to adjust to Yang's mild and comforting heat against her front. When had it become comforting? "Slide your fingers further down; you should be able to feel a substance of different consistency than the water. Thicker. When there's plenty of that... mmhh... that's when you know you're ready."

That wetness was an indicator of that? "I see," Weiss said softly. "You know, I was going to ask about... nevermind." Then she cleared her throat as the tip of her middle finger began to edge the soft lips aside. "Just... put a finger right in there? Just like that?"

"Y-yes, just like t-that," Yang mused, exhaling softly, heart racing in her chest.

"Well, you're the expert, I suppose." Then, biting her bottom lip hard, she began pushing the finger inward, just a tiny fraction of an inch at a time, her movements more like a thief trying to break into a house without waking anyone rather than someone being intimate.

"Don't be afraid of it, Weiss; you're not going to hurt me."

If it had been anything else, Weiss would have shoved the finger in roughly in protest of Yang's goading. Still, she did take this as a cue that she could move faster. When the finger was in to the second knuckle, she whispered, "H-how's this?"

The elder girl bit her lip, head spinning dizzily. "Yeah, that’s good... n-now curl your finger slightly, and continuously do that..."

Weiss did as she was told, purely because she had no other notions. The strangely rumpled-feeling insides of her teammate caused her some concern, but she supposed she would feel less confused if she had ever explored her own body in this way. This was probably very natural.

Then she felt gentle resistance against her fingertip. "Oh! I... did I go the wrong way? What is this?"

"N-no! Not the wrong way!" Yang all but moaned. "The very, very right way... tha-that's what you want to stroke..."

"Okay," she whispered as she continued to do so, trying not to think too deeply on the murky wetness she was feeling all around her finger, about what she might or might not be prodding inside Yang's body. "Okay, I- and this feels good to you, does it?"

"Mmmhh, that's called th-the g-spot. It's a s-sweet spot of n-nerves."

"G-spot, hmm? Wonder what the 'g' stands f- you know what? Don't answer that." Purely out of nerves, Weiss quickened her movements, listening for whether or not that was pleasurable to her teammate. How could this possibly be something she wanted to pursue? It seemed irrational... and yet Yang's head lolled back and her hands slipped into her hair, a low moan telling Weiss that her actions were doing what she had intended.

It was all Weiss could do not to flee the shower and hide under one of the locker room benches. In truth, however, she didn't want to. This encounter was too intriguing, too scintillating to completely ignore. Her hand was curling as she stimulated this "g-spot" which Yang swore gave her so much pleasure she was barely rational.

She could feel it building. So soon? Too soon. The blonde was already close to her end and Weiss's lightning strokes were not helping in the slightest. "G-geez, I-I'm getting... c-close already. Wow!"

"Close to what?" Weiss asked, almost entirely focused on what her hand was doing, her own breath coming slightly faster from the effort.

Was she really this naive? "T-to orgasming!" she spat out. "My God, what d-do you think?!"

"Orgasming? Y-you mean that thing that people do when they make a baby?!" A squeezing sensation hit Weiss in the chest but she forced herself to ask rational questions instead of panicking. "But we can't make a baby, we're both girls! Right? Right, Yang?!"

It was almost enough to kill the whole mood, had she not already been so close. But Weiss's movements only grew more jerky and strong in her state of near-panic, which practically tore the next words from Yang's throat. "No! No babies! Don't st- don't stop!"

Nearly in tears, Weiss did not relent and heightened her pace. Yang's words shouldn't have been all that surprising; still, it was a relief. Having put that worry to rest, she whispered, "Okay... okay, I won't stop! You sh-shall have your orgasm!"

It wasn’t even a full two seconds later that Yang’s climax ripped through her, and she sang Weiss's praises to the gods, one hand having instinctively gone to rest at Weiss's lower back. It was more than the shorter girl would be ready for but it was impossible for her to do anything else in the midst of her passions.

"A-AH!" The fingertips in the small of Weiss's back caused her to gasp aloud, a trembling shooting down to her knees. Why did she feel so strange when it was Yang receiving the treatment?

Nearly a full minute passed, filled with nothing but panting and shivering. When they had both regained their breath, Weiss glanced up at Yang, trying to ascertain whether or not she had recovered. "Well, that was... I hope you are s-satisfied now. A-are you?"

It took the blonde a while for her to resist panting, only a quick nod following her question. Instinctively, she pulled the girl in closer to her, recovering from the height if her climax. She swallowed, finally regaining her voice. "Satisfied's an understatement. Damn… how have you not done that before? That was... Wow."

"Of course I haven't done that before!" Weiss snapped, positively trembling in Yang's arms. Much more discomfiting than her closeness was the way her most intimate area was now pressing quite hard against her the taller woman's hip. Heat blazed into her cheeks. It felt... not altogether bad.

However, she couldn't let that be too obvious. "Wh-what are you trying to do to me now? Do you want a kiss or something?"

"Well, if you're asking." The taller girl looked down upon the heiress, noticing how she was pressed up right against her. How her legs were brushing against hers. Was it the fact it was The Weiss Schnee that made her blush or the fingers that were still inside her.

Speaking of which... "You can take your hand away now, Princess. All done."

"I can wha- OH!" Never had Weiss's hand withdrawn from any surface as fast as it did from Yang’s wet folds. "Yes, of course I could! I'm just... all of this is very new to me, okay?"

Now she wasn't sure what to do with said hand. It ended up on Yang's hip, which made her feel as if she were returning the embrace, despite the fact that she was only doing it so her arm wouldn't be flapping about in midair. Then she looked meekly up at into the violet eyes above her and waited.

Although somehow she knew the placement of the heiress's hand was unintentional, she couldn't help but look down at it. Why did she like it so much? It wasn't even a sexual touch, and yet it was something she craved. Her closeness.

Something else was running through her mind. Although she had teased Weiss about it, she had no idea it was actually true. "You didn't know what an orgasm was? Really?"

Rolling her eyes, Weiss pinched Yang lightly for good measure. "I knew, but… I just didn't fully appreciate that it happened... you know, outside of procreation." Then she fired up again. "Don't make it sound like you know so much more than me, okay?! I'll have you know my education cost thousands of Lien and was tended to by the top professionals in the-"

"But not one of them gave you ‘birds and the bees’ talk, huh?" The thought made her chuckle, but in a way she felt terribly sorry for the girl. For someone who stood her ground firmly, who had all the book smarts, she was terribly misguided when it came to the affairs of love. It was all the more obvious that while Weiss had the book smarts, Yang had the street smarts. "Look, an orgasm's perfectly normal. You can even do it on your own. It's actually really good for you."

"Really? And how is that?" She swallowed. "I mean, s-sure, it looked like you enjoyed yourself, but I can't imagine many health benefits arise from... from braying like a donkey!"

"You know when you work out really really hard and you're out of breath? It's like that. Your heart is faster, and it kinda clears out the pipes."

The look Weiss was giving her was still heavily skeptical. All the same, she found she was swaying slightly back and forth. Why? The answer did not readily present herself at first; perhaps it was just a nervous tick. But the longer she did it, the more she began to suspect that it was because Yang's thigh meat was grinding against her.

"Can you... do me a favour?"

"Hmm? Whatcha thinking?" she asked, looking down at the girl.

"Could you... describe it?" One shoulder shrugged an inch as she averted her eyes. "Not the, um, orgasm. But wanting one; arousal. What does that feel like?"

“Kinda wondering if you'd be feeling it right about now." Though confident, it took her a while to come up with the right words. How does one describe a sensation like it? "It's like… hunger. A tingling sensation, below your stomach. You feel an urge to do things... To have things done to you. It feels good, but satisfying it is even better. That answer your question?"

Weiss took a long moment to absorb that. Along the way, she was still pressing herself against her teammate. "Suppose... hypothetically only, of course... that I were feeling warmth down there, and the tingling you described. That would mean I was aroused, wouldn't it?"

"Sure would. Tends to be the longer you go without getting off, the worse it gets." Noticing the girl was brushing against her, Yang pushed her leg forward onto Weiss, managing to guide it between her legs. "My guess is, right now, someone's a real horn-dog."

"Ah!" Weiss gasped as she clenched her thighs together to stop Yang from pressing against her. "Nn-no, Yang, wait! Wh-what should I do?"

From seeing Weiss's reaction to her advance she hesitated a moment. But she was good at reading her teammate's expression. The crimson blush, the questions; it was obvious that she truly didn't know about any of these feelings. Even until that point, Yang had wondered if Weiss was feigning ignorance, but clearly she was not.

"If you really have never gotten yourself off before, might be a good idea to start. Would relieve the stress, and would stop you feeling aroused for a fair while."

Scoffing, Weiss tried as hard as she possibly could to keep her hips from grinding against the leg beneath her. It wasn't working. "Like it's s-so easy. Just reach my hand down and do what I did to you a minute ago, huh? I'm so sure."

Yang nodded, however heat rose to her cheeks again when thinking of what she could do. She could show her how, or better still, do it for her. She could watch the heiress unwind before her. "That's how you'd do it alone, yeah. Or…" The leg pressed up against her again, hands reaching to her lower back to hold her closer. "Like I said, having another person help out is way better."

A loud cry burst from Weiss's throat when she finally felt Yang's thigh flush up against her inflamed sex. Her defenses had failed. Her protests had fallen on deaf ears. Yang had not pushed her out of her comfort zone too quickly, but rather used time, patience, and persuasion... and it yielded the same result.

"I-I'm scared," she admitted without meaning to. "B-because I don't know what to compare this feeling to, it's s-so weird! Does it hurt? Do you have to hurt me first to make it feel good?! I don't understand!"

"No. If you're aroused enough, it shouldn't hurt at all – especially if you’re with somebody as good at this as I am." Regardless of if they would or wouldn't initiate said act with one another, she felt the need to say such a thing. Yes, it could be that Yang would show her what it was like, what an orgasm was. But she cared enough for the girl to let her know this in case she wanted to back away, to go off and experiment with a boy instead.

And yet she wasn't moving any time soon. Weiss was curious, wanted to know how it felt. Wanted to satisfy herself, or the knowledge of how to do so. And Yang could show her.

"If you're curious, I can take care of it for you,” she whispered when the Ice Queen didn’t respond. “Just like with me, no one needs to know. You'd just feel what I felt. You'd understand why I was making those sounds. But, you can walk away if you don't want to."

Even as Yang was still talking, Weiss began to shift her hips back and forth ever so slightly, feeling the pressure amplify that tingling sensation, the taut heat that blossomed everywhere it touched. The need to continue was starting to outweigh her misgivings.

"Wh-what happens... if I just do this?" the heiress whispered as her thighs shifted farther apart, as she widened her stance to accept more of her teammate's leg. "What do you even call this? It has to have some k-kind of offensive name."

"Grinding?" The girl asked, pressing her leg firmer up against her hot sex. She was able to feel the intense wetness of the heiress, regardless of the shower. She needed this. "If you want to do that, go ahead. That's one of the things they don't teach ya at school."

"B-but I feel like some kind of animal!" Nevertheless, her hips were moving faster, and she wrapped both arms more securely around Yang's waist and rested her face against the side of her chest. Noticing this last part, she whispered, "I... is this okay? My face being here, I mean."

"J-just shut up and enjoy the ride, Princess," she encouraged. Truth be told, the feeling of having someone pressing right up against her breast was quite nice. She enjoyed the attention of it. Which reminded her of another method she had to teach her. "Put your hand on your boob like I did. That can help, sometimes."

"Put what where?" One of Weiss's hands released Yang's hip to reach up and squeeze her modest asset. "Mhhh... but that... why do I like that? Touching my boobs has never felt remotely pleasant before, I... do you like that, too?"

"Who wouldn't love mine? Look at them!" Although she laughed, she knew that wasn't what the girl meant at all. The sensation was indeed something she enjoyed, it helped her reach her peak. And kept her hands busy. "But yeah, if you're not going deep, it's an extra thing to help get you to the finish line."

But in order to help Weiss further, she pressed her leg up against her sex even firmer, hands wrapping around her back to help her push back and forth.

"Yeah... look at them..." Almost without any conscious thought, Weiss released her own breast and caressed Yang's. It was smooth round, and had a pleasant buoyancy to it that worked in tandem with its weight. Perhaps it was only because she had just been doing the same thing to herself, but knowing how it would feel to Yang when she did that only served to strengthen her arousal.

And that gave Yang an idea. "If you wanted... We can make this really intense. For both of us."

A humourless laugh threaded through Weiss's tentative moans. "Your ideas seem to lead to a l-l-looot of trouble!" Unable to help herself, her teeth clamped down on the side of Yang's soft breast for a half-second as she rode an unexpected flare of heat. "I... what did you have in mind?"

She moved her hand to Weiss's lower back, holding her in place as she shifted her spare leg across; trapping one of the heiress's legs between her own. She would be able to feel it pressing against Yang's sex, the wetness that was coating her fingers now pressing firmly against her legs. She rocked back and forth herself against it, mimicking Weiss's movements. "If we both do it, at the same time... I mean, no reason we can’t make this a two-player game, right?"

"O-ohhhhh, but you feel s-so..." Weiss had been about to say "slimy", but instinct told her this would be a bad moment to say as much. Worse still, she found she didn't mind at all. Now her face was resting against two pillowy mounds that jiggled slightly with every motion, and she wasn't sure if she was comfortable with that.

"Yang? Do you... are you ready for another one? Is that why y-you moved my leg?"

"I am, if you think you can handle it." She moved Weiss closer still, encouraging her to continue her previous movements. She found when she did so, and when she moved forward herself, the two would meet in the middle. And bodies pressing up against one another only heightened her arousal. God, was she ready for it. "So do you wanna feel an orgasm or not?"

"I... I think I…"

Something was distracting Weiss from being able to finish her sentence. An urge she had never anticipated. It was very odd, indeed, but then again, so was everything else that was happening. The biting had planted the seed. Now all that was left was to explore what fruit it bore.

As they shifted against each other's thighs, Weiss moved the hand still on Yang's breast to raise it higher. Trying hard not to weep in frustration at her own strange yearnings, she then took the nipple into her mouth.

"Wha-AH!" She hadn't expected that at all! Not for Weiss to suddenly seem to dominate her, to stimulate her even more. The feeling added to her grinding against the heiress's leg was phenomenal, and bought forth heavier breathing.

"I'm sorry!" Weiss burst out immediately, head drawing back to gaze up at her friend. "Did- was that too much, are you okay?"

She shook her head. “Fuck no! Weiss, you’re so good!” If anything, she wanted to return the favour. But in the midst of pleasure, in the middle of pressing her sex against Weiss's leg as close as she could, in feeling her do the same; she didn't know how.

Instinct took over. She couldn't help herself. The blonde leaned forward, mashing her lips against the Heiress's in their heated exchange, tongue flaring out to meet it's partner right away.

Instantly, Weiss was screaming. Screaming louder than she had ever screamed before - but all the sound was going into Yang's mouth, there was nowhere else for it to go. Her first kiss! Her first ever romantic kiss, and it was with Yang?!

Hot anger and sadness tried to overpower the arousal, but they only served to drive it onward, to make her hips shift faster and faster as a foreign tongue wrapped itself around her own, as her hands raised to alight upon the head and back of the woman showing her things she had never imagined in her wildest nightmares. The hand on the back felt numerous scars and slid over them, feeling her anger ebb slightly with every single one she touched until that hand was resting on on a firm backside, her fingertips pressing in to hold Yang's shifting hips even harder against herself, to spur both of them onward.

Moans poured forth into the heiress's mouth as Yang pushed herself faster and faster, matching her pace in order to spur herself on, to have a second climax. It wouldn't take long, not after the first one. The tongue brushed everywhere it could; the underside of Weiss’s, and even the roof of her mouth and the bottom of her lips. A hand of her own slipped down to Weiss's backside, squeezing gently as she brought the girl under her own power, pushing her back and forth against her leg instead. What was happening to her? Why was she so desperate for her teammate to finish rather then herself? Why did she care?

Something was about to happen: something big that couldn't be easily overlooked. Of course, Weiss had a feeling it was an orgasm, but never having felt one before she couldn't be completely sure. What should she do? Keep going? Ask Yang to stop? Ask Yang to go harder? The sounds coming from her and vibrating against the tongue tangled up with her own gave plenty of evidence that this was going to be spectacular, whatever it was.

In the end, all she was capable of doing was going harder herself, hips nearly slamming against the leg under them as she tried to coax every last bit of pleasure from every last action.

They were both close. Yang felt every movement, the twitching in her leg, the warmth of her sex, the vibration of her mouth; Weiss was close to her climax and she knew it. So what could she do to make her first orgasm magical? In the end, she redoubled all efforts. She grasped her backside firmer, pushing her against her even more forcefully, whilst her spare hand went up into her hair, grasping some and pulling it rather firmly. Her tongue then began to brush against the underside of hers, continuing to do so until she reached her climax.

It was like a freight train running over Weiss when she finally reached her end. Shaking and vibrations, and heat, and sensations that she had absolutely no words for that were stronger than the ones for which she already had no words. In that second, everything was beautiful, and she wanted to stay in it, to hold Yang against her body and never let go until the world fell apart.

Then the heat began to dwindle downward, her heart slowed. The screaming she had been doing finally became apparent to her, and she stopped. Breathing ragged, she withdrew slightly from the kiss, her teeth raking over Yang's lower lip as she did so.

In that time, Yang’s thrusting tapered off and stopped. Although she wanted to continue, to reach her own climax once again, she was more concerned with her teammate. It was her first time, whilst in comparison, Yang had done it far more times. She could always finish herself off later. Finally drawing her lips from the ice queen's, she pressed her forehead against hers, allowing them both breathing space as her grip loosened from her backside and hair. Between ragged breaths, she spoke.

"And that… is an orgasm."

"What... what did you do to me?" Swallowing thickly, Weiss's hand came up to rest on Yang's collarbone. "All of that... that wasn't me, I... it was like something took over my body, my brain, it..." Her back shivered and she nearly collapsed. "A-ah! I'm so weak now, why..."

"You're worn out, don't push yourself!" The girl couldn't help but laugh, holding her upright against her, allowing her to use her leg for support rather then to continue grinding against it. "I barely did anything; that was all you and your instincts. Listen to your body and it will rarely steer you wrong, dude."

Then Weiss buried her face against her own hand, shaking as she sobbed quietly, "Y-you kissed me. How dare you. How dare you take that liberty while I... there was nothing I could do, how could I have stopped you? D-did you know I've never been kissed before? Did you? I... I wasn't expecting that!"

The once confident expression vanished. The blonde then moved her head away from Weiss's, softening her grip even further just so it was holding her upright, nothing more. She had no idea. "Shit, I… I'm so sorry. Really, I thought you at least had tried that! But... I was running on instinct, too – when I did that, I mean."

"WHO would I have kissed?!" Fire brought her back straight again and she glared up into Yang's eyes. "Do you think anyone in my life has been worthy of receiving a kiss from Weiss Schnee? Of course not! So what, you decide you're just going t-to..." But Yang had already told her she didn't expect it to be her first kiss. That it had been unintentional. She wanted to scream, to flail her fists against the amazonian anchor of their team, but it wouldn't do any good; what was done was done.

"Fine. Then you'd better make it up to me."

"H-hey, it worked, didn't it? Like, it made your orgasm a lot stronger, right?" Although then Yang remembered that she had nothing to compare it to. She didn't know the difference. She could have gone as normal and NOT ruined Weiss's first kiss.

Weiss gave an exaggerating shrug. "How should I know? Am I the kiss-expert?! Do I have a degree in kissology?!" Then she seemed to deflate, even though she was still huffing and puffing like she had run a mile. "Why... why do you still look all... I don't know, tense? What's the matter?"

"Look, I feel bad I messed up your first kiss. And I'm sorry, alright? I guess my first kiss didn't mean a lot to me, so I thought everyone else was the same." There was no pun this time. No innuendo, no jokes. Yang was pouring her heart out to the girl before her, apologising truly from her heart. Something very out of character for the blonde.

But it didn't last long. "Told you the shower would only make you dirtier."

"You weren't wrong." This identity crisis wasn't going away any time soon. The longer Weiss stayed in the shower with her teammate, the more she was going to succumb to these odd new emotions, and she wasn't sure if she wanted it. However, she wasn't sure she could leave even if she tried; curiosity was holding her there, next to the person who at least MIGHT have some answers.

"Can we..." She knew it sounded stupid even before she asked. "Can I kiss you this time, and we pretend the other one didn't happen, and say this is my first kiss?"

Her brow raised. "Wait, you want your first kiss to be with me? The street thug who bought you the ‘hot stuff’ panties?"

"No!" Weiss snapped. "But I don't have any choice now, so... so if I can't have it with somebody else, at least I can have it on my terms, right?!"

"Whoa whoa whoa, calm down, Ice Queen!" She raised her arms defensively, slowly lowering them onto Weiss's shoulders. Keeping eye contact, she smiled. "Go ahead. Kiss me how you want."

"Fine!" Of course, the instant Weiss said this to her, she felt terrified of what she was about to do, but there was no backing down. Perhaps she didn't want it to be Yang Xiao Long in front of her at this moment in her personal history... but after the passionate embrace they had shared moments ago, she knew it could be a far worse candidate.

Her hands moved up to softly grip the taller woman's shoulders, drawing her down; Yang moved easily under her touch, ready to accommodate. Mouths drew closer, pulses raged.

"I... I'm gonna do it," Weiss whispered.

"Then do it already," the blonde egged on, gazing into her eyes whilst doing so.

For several long seconds, nothing happened. The small enclosure was simply filled with the sound of water droplets pounding against tile. Weiss shifted her weight from foot to foot. Her thumb rubbed over Yang's shoulder. She blinked several times. This wasn't getting them anywhere, or so Yang thought. Guilt continued to gnaw at her mind that because of her actions, Weiss had to force herself to this. How could she make it easier for her? So Weiss could have a decent first kiss?

She closed her eyes slowly, thinking the lack of purple irises staring at her would make it easier. Holding her breath, Weiss convinced herself to lean in. Just an inch. Then another inch. Then she dropped back an inch, shaking from head to toe, trying to swallow as she closed her own eyes.

"Oh, whatever."

Then Weiss's lips collided with Yang's again, slower and sweeter than last time. Taking every moment as it came with great relish. To her own great surprise, she channeled every last drop of desire and passion she had into the contact, practically singing into the contact.

It took a short while until eventually Yang returned such contact. Lips curling around hers slowly as she very slowly brushed her tongue against her lower lip, goading her into more. How could this woman have never kissed before? How could this be her first time? Though baffled, the rough, thuggish woman enjoyed every minute of grace that the Schnee heiress honoured her with. It was only fair for her to try and make her experience all the better.

This time, when Yang's tongue searched out Weiss's, she was not as forthcoming with returning the gesture. She did, in the end; just not as readily. It was on her terms, and she wanted that to continue to be the case.

But completely unbidden, her hand wandered up to Yang's cheek and caressed it. The skin was surprisingly soft, supple. Almost as much as Weiss's, and she doubted that the rough-and-tumble blonde moisturised as much as she herself did.

Or perhaps she did? What did she really know about Yang Xiao Long? Apparently, it was time for her to learn as much as possible. She was beginning to think she wanted that more than anything.

Of course, she responded to the heiress's gestures. But where could she touch? Could she touch her cheek? Or would she be overly sensitive about the scar? Sure, Yang had many scars all over her body, but none as visible as Weiss's. In fact, it was something she felt rather sorry for her having.

In the end, she wrapped her arms around her waist, pulling her in closer as they continued their soft embrace. There was something gratifying about kissing someone so soft, compared to the tougher company in the past.

The longer they kissed, the more Weiss felt her heat beginning to grow again. That shocked her; could it be done more than once? How long did one have to wait before doing it again? She wanted to ask Yang these things, but it suddenly seemed inelegant to ask them during the moment. Therefore, instead she simply pulled back just enough to lean their foreheads together and whisper throatily to her newfound partner in experimentation.

"Do you... are you feeling like... doing more?"

"Why? Do you?" she asked through ragged breaths. Truth be told, she was still pent up from grinding against the woman's leg; she wanted to finish when Weiss did. But if her own heat was building yet again, it was all the better.

"See, I thought you might have been... from the w-way you were standing before, I just d-didn't want to assume." Her hands trailed down over Yang's chest, staring at them as if mortified at her own actions. "I think I might be, too, but… I mean, I'm still so new at this that I didn't know if it meant we SHOULD do more or if it was just some kind of lingering side effect!"

"Hey, if you've never gotten off before, you're gonna be horny as fuck, Princess. Best to let it all out now so you're not distracted from studying later..." She darted forward, kissing Weiss's unmarked cheek softly, only to then lean toward her ear, whispering, "Do you want me to make you scream again?"

"I... well, okay I guess, but you didn't seem to get much out of it last time." Shrugging, she took a half-step backward. "Give me your leg, then."

She looked at the heiress a moment, before taking her arms away from her. "How about something different?"

Weiss's eyes narrowed as she felt awkward, standing somewhat alone again. "Different is bad. I don't know if I like different."

"Well so far it's worked out well for you." She chuckled. "Don't suppose you're familiar with a 69?"

The stare that Weiss returned was fairly blank. "I... know of it as the number between 68 and 70?"

'Wow, this girl really was sheltered,' Yang thought. With a raised brow she explained, "It's also a position. Usually you use your mouth for it, but if that makes you uncomfortable, we can just use hands."

"Use your mouth for- wait, wait. Just... I'm so confused right now. How is a number a position? Is this in a book?" Then her mouth dropped open and she goggled at Yang. "Have you done the other 68 positions, too?! Just what degree of promiscuity do you have going for you?!"

Instantly, she slapped the palm of her hand against her face. "One, there are way more then 69 positions. Two, I have lost count of how many I have tried. Three, it's the shape of the numbers. Get it? Like one person is facing one way the other person is on top of them facing the other and you both sorta just lick-"

"Oh MY God!" Weiss blurted, covering her ears. "What am I hearing right now?! STOP!"

"I seriously can't believe it took you THAT much explanation!" The blonde erupted with laughter. Of course, it was hilarious to her, but the heiress may consider otherwise.

"Don't make... FUN of me!" Weiss punctuated her words by sliding her leg slightly inward and shoving Yang down by the shoulders.

The laughter was slowed down by Weiss's sudden movements as she barely caught herself from crashing h ard. Feeling herself getting pulled down by her brought on a wave of desire. "Someone's more eager than I thought. So what do you say? Like I said, we can just use hands. Whatever floats your boat."

It still stunned Weiss that she was now perched on top of her teammate on the floor of the shower, their naked bodies flush with one another, desire coursing through their veins. This was completely atypical. "I... I was just mad, but I g-guess we... how do we start, oh Knower of Sexual Things?"

"Well, you gotta get down here." From her knees, the girl slowly laid back, fully pressed against the soaking wet tiles as she stared up at the girl before her. "You gotta get on top of me."

Crawling hand-over-hand, Weiss was now lying atop Yang and staring into her eyes - and thereby clearly demonstrating she had misunderstood a lot of what Yang had explained. "Done. N-now, what are we doing with our hands?"

It took a lot to keep from slapping her own face again. Instead, she gently lifted the girl back up. "Other way around, Princess."

"You want on top of me? Or..." She tried to think back through what Yang had said. "H-hey, you said we didn't have to do licking!"

"And we're not going to, it's just the position! Do you wanna try this or not?"

"But I still don't..." Sighing, she sat up, not thinking about how she was literally sitting on Yang's hips. "Just tell me what to put where? You know I haven't done this before, I'm doing my best, okay?!"

"Alright, alright. I guess I should explain it clearer." The blonde swallowed. Feeling Weiss straddling her sent all the more heat to the union of her legs. Oh, how she wished she was able to thrust upward into her, but she lacked the equipment for that. Perhaps if the two experimented again, she could come prepared. "Okay, you want to be pushing your nose into my snatch, pretty much. You use your fingers, basically doing what you just did; I do the same on my end. So you're receiving as much as you're giving."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, you..." The blush was not only pronounced, it was legendary. "Are you... going to put them in? I'm not sure if... if I can handle that yet, I've never..." Then she shook her head. "No, I'm sure you know what you're doing. You wouldn't dare push me beyond what I'm ready for, would you?"

"No way. That's why you're on top, so you can roll off if it gets to be too much." She couldn't help but shuffle beneath her. The tiles certainly weren't comfortable, but the woman above her was.

With a hesitant nod, Weiss climbed off Yang and stood over her for a moment, taking in a good eyeful of the beautiful woman laid out beneath her. It was odd how she was thinking at the moment; unnatural. Yang was voluptuous and desirable to most males she knew – but she was not a male. Why did gazing at her pronounced curves set her off?

Then she turned around and backed up until she was straddling Yang's middle, gazing down at wet knees as she lowered her own to the floor. Once there, she placed her hands on Yang's thighs and whispered, "Are you sure this is going to b-be okay? For both of us?"

She placed her hands on Weiss's thighs, attempting to reach forward. Though she realised with a reluctant sigh the heiress was too far away. She'd have to more or less lie down on the top of her to be level. "Well you're gonna have to back up a lil more, I can't reach you yet."

"I'm really supposed to... p-put my rear in your face? I didn't think we'd be getting THAT personal." However, she did as she was bidden, reversing until her center was hovering several inches above Yang's face, her calves sliding beneath arms. "B-better?"

"Yeah, that's it." Although she wanted to make a comment on the view, she suspected in their current situation the heiress wouldn't take it too kindly. Her hands slowly caressed the girl's thighs. Slowly reaching back up to her rear again in order to work her up further, she continued her instructions. "Just as you did before: slow rubbing to get me warmed up, then enter..."

"O-oh, right! Sorry!" Weiss felt embarrassed that she had nearly forgotten to return the favour being bestowed upon her. But when she leaned down between thighs, she realised something she wasn't expecting. Yang's organ was very pleasing to the eye. That shouldn't have been a thought that was even in her lexicon, but she truly appreciated the sight below her; soft folds and smooth skin. Her hand passed over it unbidden, just to take a more measured stock of the feeling than she had before when she was merely trying to get things done.

Likewise, Yang was also enjoying the sight of the heiress. As expected, completely perfect. Although she did say, "So hey… you can say no, but what if I tried using my tongue on you? Just to show you how a 69 is supposed to go for a second."

The little laugh Weiss let out held a marginal amount of her previous condescension. "Oh, I think I'll pass. That sounds quite unsanitary." Clearing her throat, she allowed her hips to sink a few inches lower. "Just, um... b-be gentle and go slow? This will still be the first time anyone's... well, you know."

"You got it, Princess."

And with that, soft fingers began to press against Weiss's wetness. Slowly at first, they began to move back and forth through the wet folds, attempting to stimulate the entire area. Resisting licking the folds instead of touching wasn’t easy, but she respected her teammate’s wishes. The young Schnee swayed visibly, heart shooting into her throat as she experienced pleasure unlike anything she had ever conceived. Now, she was extremely grateful that her first experience moments ago had been something easier and less overwhelming, because it made this so much more pleasurable.

"Hnnhh!" she breathed as she rocked her hips back against Yang's hand. "Oh, I... ohhHHHhhh!"

Her movements continued to tease her wet folds, cheeks blossoming with red at the sounds of Weiss's moans. How she wished she could see her face, watch as her expression went from that of her usual grumpy self to completely given over to this moment. She pushed her hand slightly more upward, her middle finger beginning to circle her clit.

"OH! Oh, fffffantastic!" Weiss whimpered as her own hand clutched more desperately at the folds beneath her. Sheer luck kept her from doing any damage to the sensitive organ with her well-manicured nails.

"Aah! C-careful!" She winced, toes curling up when feeling her firm nails contact the softer skin of herself. Once the heiress calmed down her movements again, she let out a small moan of her own. She was too stubborn to allow Weiss to undo her faster then she could undo the heiress herself.

A half-chagrined, half-elated laugh erupted from Weiss as she petted Yang's wetness with a more delicate hand. "My apologies, but this IS my first time..." She then watched the curling and uncurling toes for an idle moment. "Did you... kind of like that, though? It seemed to cause a pretty strong reaction, one way or another."

"Hey, I'm a kinky girl, but being scratched THERE isn't my thing." The emphasis was on the location, rather then the act; trying to make it clear that scratching wasn’t completely off the menu. Although another moan was let out again as she trailed her hand back downward, fingers firmly pressing up against the wet folds by her entrance, one single finger teasingly rubbing around it.

"Mmhhh," Weiss sighed as Yang began to stimulate her again, and she laid her hand flat and resumed her ministrations. After a moment, she brought the other one into play, only using it to hold her friend open so her first hand could reach more of her surface, tease between each fold.

As she gazed into the glistening textures, it dawned at her that this was the first time she had ever truly looked at a vagina. Even having one herself, she had always been told they were dirty places that were merely functional, and that the less time spent worrying about them, the better. Therefore, she felt forbidden heat of the taboo prickling along her spine as she examined it, prodding gently when she could but mostly just trying to touch all of it, to give Yang what she desired.

"Ah... Yeah..." Her breath could be felt against Weiss's hot sex, adding a new sensation of air brushing past her folds. But now came the tricky part. Feeling wetness coating her fingers, she brought her middle finger forward. Weiss was ready, she could feel it and sense it. Testing, she slowly pressed her middle finger against it, dipping the tip into her warm sex.

"MmmhhM? Oh-OH, whoa, what is- you're..." But Weiss did know what was happening, and any questions would be useless. Literally shaking at the sensation of something going inside of her for the first time, she twitched her thighs together - only to feel them being held apart by Yang's body between them. There was no way to shield herself just a tiny bit; it was either let this happen, or roll off entirely.

"Do you… want me to do that again? While you are?"

"That's the idea. Lemme know if this is okay, though."

She said between heavier breaths, bringing her other hand back to Weiss's sex as well. Whilst one stroked her wet folds and clit, the other slowly slid the finger even further inside, starting a gentle movement in and out to get her used to the sensation of friction.

A moan swelled and reverberated from Weiss's lungs as she began to roll her hips a little at a time to the sensation of Yang's finger inside of her. It was an entirely new and beautiful feeling, even if she was still partly scared of what it all might mean.

Belatedly, she began to ease one of her fingers between the folds in front of her, feeling more acutely what was transpiring than she had before. It was delicious. That was an odd word to be using, but it fit; there was a strange pleasantness to the feeling of moisture all around her fingertip, of watching it sink so gently into the welcoming flesh. How often did Yang do this?

"Oooohhh…"

The movements Weiss was making felt amazing. Despite the uncomfortable floor, the water still pouring over their bodies, it felt a lot better then the first time she tried. Her breath continued to pour forth heavily, toes curling with every sensation. Weiss felt every gust of air upon her most sensitive skin. Something about this had been bothering her slightly all along, and this more than anything else drove it home to her. Not knowing how else to phrase things, she merely swallowed and did her best.

"Are you... looking at me?"

"Uuuuhhh..." The blush rose to her own cheeks when that was asked, her movements freezing for a moment. "You bet. Why, do you want me to stop?"

"I don't care." That wasn't strictly true; she cared a great deal, but she was finding that she didn't mind. Shivering from head to toe, she allowed her thighs to drift a little farther apart. "Is it... don't make fun of me, but I want to know what you think. How does it look to s-somebody like you?"

"What’s that supposed to mean?"

“Not that you’re- I just meant… someone experienced.”

“It’s a pussy.” She didn't really know what else to say. Weiss was rather pleasant to look at, but she preferred to allow her hands to do the talking; especially as she pushed her finger a little further inside, pushing in and out a little faster.

"AH!" she gasped. "No, I... you've d-done this before, you must have looked at vaginas previously to mine, s-so how does mine compare with- NHH! Oh, God!"

Though Weiss did wish an answer to her question, the sensation was becoming too intense to ignore in favour of logical thought. In fact, she was already so close to collapsing on top of Yang's body with sheer weakness. How could performing such silly acts lead to this much enjoyment? How had no one told her before now?

"What can I say?" she said between breaths. “Your little pink curtains are pretty cute. I’m a fan.” Able to feel how close she was, her finger thrust faster into her, another working her clit in unison with her movements. On instinct, her own hips thrust against Weiss's hands, wanting more from her. She needed more.

With every thrust of her hips against Weiss's hand, she felt her finger sink deeper, saw the softness arching up toward her nose. When they had begun, she was holding herself so much higher than before, actively trying to put space between her face and the filthy organ below. Now?

Why had she stopped paying so much attention to the distance? Too much pleasure; that was the reason. Yang was caressing her every inner wall, coaxing more heat and more joy with every movement. It was intoxicating… as was the heady scent wafting up toward her from where her finger was. It mingled with soap and sweat that had not been rinsed away before, but very minimally; she knew now that almost everything filling her olfactories was arousal. The smell was something she was certain would normally sicken her.

Why did she like it in the moment? Why was it making her mouth water, her heart beat faster, her lungs rattle?

It was getting more difficult by the minute to resist Weiss, to resist leaning right up and taking her with her tongue. She probably would have, had she been with someone less reserved. But the last thing she wanted to do was frighten the heiress, not when she was in the middle of treating her like a queen. Her moans began to grow more intense, already pressure was beginning to build in her stomach.

"G-god! Weiss!"

"Yang!" Swallowing, she cleared her throat and leaned closer as she pressed her finger further and further inside. "What... what was it you said people normally do... in this position? Lick things? Is that really something… people d-do?"

"W-whatever, just don't stop!" she begged.

"Dust forgive me," Weiss breathed quietly before she allowed her tongue to dip down and press very slightly against the soft hood at the top.

"W-WHOA!" Her eyes snapped open in surprise, overwhelming pleasure beginning to seep over her at the sudden contact of her warm wet muscle. The pressure began to build even faster and instinct took over. Her tongue surged forward toward the wet folds before her, taking long licks from side to side.

A strangled "HNAH!" burst from within Weiss when she felt the same treatment being directed upon her own body, and much less hesitantly. Had Yang been waiting for her to try it first so she could respond in kind? Was it so much better?

It was. Tasting the strong and salty flavour of the taller girl below her somehow heightened every last drop of pleasure, while the source of the scent being that much closer was driving her wild. Nevermind how having such a wet and fluid thing drifting back and forth across her own opening made her feel! Another orgasm was building already, and she could not have been more pleased to know that's what it was.

Wasting no more time, Weiss wrapped her lips around the hood and its tiny occupant, suckling gently as she began to thrust her finger in and out, hoping to reach everywhere and give Yang as much pleasure as she was getting, to bring them both off in one glorious moment. There could be no better fate.

"MMMYAAAAHHH!!" She moaned loudly against her teammate, back unable to help but arch her back in pleasure. In turn, this pushed her firmer against Weiss, allowing her to press her tongue right against her clit. Finally she began to push her finger in further, curling it in the hopes of hitting another sensitive spot.

She succeeded.

"MMNHHHH!!!" Weiss cried out against Yang's folds, tongue swirling and dipping further down in to meet her own finger before she set her lips to suckling on the erect nub again. That had seemed to satisfy Yang the most, and it was the least she could do to return the joy she was experiencing throughout her entire body in that moment.

The pressure became too much, as finally Yang's legs began to shake uncontrollably. White hot flames seemed to flow through her veins, pleasure searing through her very bones as she reached her climax. But she was determined to take the heiress with her. Through one more effort, she withdrew her finger, only to then add another when pushing back in again, curling yet again to hit the sensitive spot within her. She continued to devour her clit and folds in turn, trying to tease every bit of pleasure out of her she possibly could.

A scream ripped through her body and into Yang's as she felt herself being penetrated with two fingers. Hard. Between that and the tongue torturing every other part of her sensitive flower, her second orgasm in the same shower stall crashed over her, and she felt her own toes curling, back arching, stomach muscles clenching and releasing over and over as she held her hand deep inside the body beneath her.

That was that. Weiss Schnee was no longer a virgin; she had her very first sexual encounter and it was with another woman. No one could have told her this was how it would be and been able to convince her they were telling the truth, but she found it no longer bothered her overly. The extreme levels of joy rocketing through her system made it difficult to care.

The blonde's head fell back against the wet tiles, allowing her to finally breathe. As she waited for the pleasure to cease pulsing through her, she gently pulled her fingers free from her lover's sex. A pronounced whiplash could be seen as Weiss was exited, and she tried not to sob at the feeling of having nothing inside of her anymore.

"Well?" she managed to groan out, still light-headed.

"Wh... at the end there, you d-did something differently. Was that more than one finger?"

Managing to lean to one side, she held the two fingers in the hair, both coated in her bodily fluids. "One didn’t seem to be doing it for you."

"Oh, it was doing it for me," she laughed uneasily. "But th-thank you for your consideration." Carefully, she began to slide the finger out of Yang, as well, trying to be slow and gentle about it.

"H-hah..." She couldn't help but gasp when feeling the finger removed, a sudden wave of emptiness sweeping across her. Although when seeing how close the heiress to her, it was all forgotten. She and Weiss had sex. On the list of things she expected to be doing, that was not on the list. Especially not after she found out the girl had never done it with anyone before.

"Congrats, Ice Queen. You just lost your V-card!"

For a brief second, Weiss attempted to stand. That proved impossible, so she flopped back down on top of Yang, rubbing her face idly against her thigh. "Wh-what card?"

"Mrrmimermy?" The voice was muffled by her thigh. She brought her hand back up, helping push the heiress upwards. "Virginity?"

"Oh." She swallowed, turning to help Yang up as well - unsteady on her own feet though she was. Her free hand braced against the wall of the shower for good measure. "I... was thinking about that, and I suppose you're right. Should I be... what, worried? Excited? Embarrassed? I've never been in the position to lose it before so I literally have no frame of reference."

Once standing, the woman immediately got back to her routine. It was almost as if it had never happened. Sure, her breathing was still heavy, but anyone could mistake it for someone who had just had a heavy workout if they were to see her scrubbing herself with the bar of soap.

"Eh, it's not really a big deal to be honest. You don't feel any different – at least, I never did. We just had some fun, right?"

Weiss took that in as she also set about washing herself again, following Yang's lead. "I do feel different, though. Not drastically, but it's as if... my body has been awakened in a way it never has before. Also, you and I have this new… bond, I suppose." The soap squirted out of her hands and bounced off the wall before skidding to a halt in the middle of the drain. "Does this make us lovers?! Are we t-together now?!"

“Whoa, settle down there, eager beaver,” Yang laughed, staring at the bar of soap on the floor. She managed to resist making a crude joke that probably would have pissed off the sensitive girl. In fact, she bent down to retrieve the soap for her, passing it over with a smile. "That's up to you if you think you can handle a dragon. But yeah, I’m not opposed."

Why did Weiss find her eyes being drawn to Yang's form as she bent to pick up the errant bar of soap? Shaking her head out, she took it and went back to her washing. "Handle it? Please. I just... well, would you want that? You seem to be alright with a sort of 'passive' arrangement."

Of course, the woman went straight back to scrubbing her own skin again, eyes remaining on the icy blue ones staring back at her. Somehow, they worked. It shouldn't; they were entire opposites. In personality, appearance, even semblance! Yet they clicked. Yang could fire Weiss up into having fun, and likewise Weiss could cool her thuggish self down. Even in sex, the two seemed to pair quite well if this first time was any indicator of their potential future.

"Look, I've done the 'passive arrangement' as you called it before, and if you wanted to do that, I'd be totally down. But… if you meant it as in you and I being a couple? Well… I guess… that might not be so bad, either."

"I see." Slowly, Weiss's cheeks began to glow red again. "You mean that, don't you? That we would d-date and kiss and all those things. Do more of wh-what we just did, but also hold hands while we go shopping, and try on makeup and clothes together, and cuddle at night?"

The very words caused her movements to slow right down. There wasn't a sarcastic comment this time, or an instant denial of her suggestion. It was sincere, or so she assumed. Not only that, but it was an offer Yang hadn't had before. The majority of her relationships only lasted the length of a single night together. This was the chance for something more, something meaningful.

Not that she would admit how much it meant to her so easily. "So, there's a warm heart in there after all, huh, Ice Queen?"

At that, Weiss smiled smugly and turned away, rinsing off her torso. "Hah! Dream on, Hot Stuff. You'll have to work a lot harder to wrap this Queen around your little finger like that." As she leaned against the wall to scrub her right calf and foot, she glanced at Yang out of the corner of her eye. "Though we might begin those 'arrangements' henceforth. If you're as open to it as you claim to be."

Although a little disappointed Weiss hadn’t accepted the offer for something more, she couldn't blame her; this was brand new. Maybe they should take it slow and see where things led.

Her teasing attitude returned as she went to leave the shower. Running a finger gently across her shoulder blades, she leaned over to whisper into her ear, "I'm looking forward to it, Princess."

With that, she finally exited the stall, leaving the flustered heiress to finish her shower alone.

The end of the Ice Queen's rather eventful day was nearing. For Yang, it had already ended, if the rather loud snoring coming from her bunk was any indication. Weiss shook her head as she got ready for bed. It wouldn't be too long until their other teammates would return to the dorm room; even Blake wouldn't be able to stay in the library ALL day.

The door swung open, their leader stomping back into their room after a sparring session with Jaune. At first, she wanted to question her sister's loud snoring, but something else caught her eye.

"Hot stuff?!"

At the sound of her bunkmate's shrill cry, Weiss whipped around, pulling her nightgown hastily over the rest of her body. "Ruby Rose! D-don't you know how to knock?! What is wrong with you?"

Ruby kicked the door shut behind her. "Oh come on, you don't have anything I haven't seen before! Well, besides the ‘Hot Stuff’ undies!" As usual, her annoyingly inquisitive nature began to show, as she stared back at the underwear. "I didn't think you were the type wear something that, y��know, flirty!"

"I'm not," Weiss grumbled, finishing covering herself with the nightgown and holding her hands in front of her pelvic area to further reinforce the message that the show was over. "It's... these are special, alright? Besides, why does it matter?"

"Special… undies?" She tilted her head. "Ooookay, if you say so. And it doesn't matter, I'm just curious."

"They were a gift! Who died and made you the panty police?!" Sighing irritably, she turned and began to crawl into her bed. "Can't even wear whatever I like anymore..."

The girl raised her arms defensively, heading to her own drawers to fetch her pyjamas and letting the subject go. Although, once she had gotten changed fully and was about to get into her own bed, that was when the penny dropped. Who gets underwear for a friend?

"Wait, undies for a gift? From a special friend, maybe? Like a partner?"

Rolling over just enough so she could be heard clearly, Weiss growled, "Did you give them to me, partner?"

"No! Why would I call you 'hot stuff'? I meant a special boyfriend kind of partner!"

"You asked if there was a partner, and my only partner is you, and if you did not give me the underpants, then no, I was not given them by a partner. Now GO. TO. SLEEP."

"Aww come on, you can tell me. Is he cute?"

It took all of Weiss's willpower to avoid glancing over at Yang in the neighbouring bunk beds, peacefully snoring away. Instead, she merely picked up her pillow and smooshed it over her head, trying to blot out the sound of the bunkmate now hanging over the side of her top bunk and staring at her upside-down.

"Whaaaat? You can tell me, I really wanna know!" she chuckled, managing to sway back and forth whilst looking, before finally gasping. "Is it Neptune?”

"You're Neptune," Weiss grumbled, knowing full well how juvenile she sounded. Seized by inspiration, she rolled over and shouted, "YANG!"

Of course, her sleeping teammate's eyes snapped open to try and find where the noise came from. Though of course Ruby then looked over to her from her awkward position, grinning innocently.

"Hey Yang, Weiss has a boyfriend!"

"Yang, can't you keep your sister under control?!" Weiss was complaining. "I am trying to sleep and she is being simply intolerable!"

"Pleeeeaaaase?" Ruby begged, swaying back and forth again.

Her sister was unable to help but chuckle, rubbing her eyes. "I swear you should have been a bat Faunus, Rubes. But she has a point; it is getting late. Besides, Ice Queen's got to have SOME mystery about her."

"Yes, thank you," Weiss said, rolling away… only to immediately roll back toward Yang to say, "And do NOT call me 'Ice Queen'!"

"So what would you like instead? Snow-Senpai? Cutie-Patootie?"

Although this was obviously flirting, it was the type that would go straight over her sister's head. After all, Yang gave people silly nicknames all the time, and was flirty with everyone. It would make sense for Ruby to take it in a friendly manner. It was a success in getting her little sister to return to her own bed, tucking herself down into her own sheets.

"Next time we spar, I want to know, though," Ruby grumbled, facing the wall away from her sister.

"We'll see," Weiss sighed, glaring steadily at Yang. It was the response that would get Ruby to quiet down the fastest. After that, of course, she winked at the blonde. "Goodnight."

Thankfully, that was what the blonde wanted. It at least allowed her to wink back at Weiss as she snuggled in to sleep. "Goodnight, Hot Stuff."

The near-darkness of the room hid Weiss's blush so well that not even Blake's night vision could sense it when she crept in fifteen minutes later. The heiress was eternally grateful for that, even if she found it almost impossible to sleep.

THE END

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