I am going to be buried in work this week (shoutout to all my professors for scheduling a bunch of stuff in the same week), but I had to write something for my dearest OTP. So here it is, my day one ficlet thingy.

Note: Summer's Night takes place around Volume 2, and Winter's Morning takes place after Salem's eventual defeat and the restoration of order to the world (aka sometime in the future).

Shoutout to freezerburn-week on tumblr for making this possible


Summer's Night

Though Yang's body temperature was higher than average –thanks in no small part to her semblance– and though she tended to literally burn when angered, she could still get hot, despite what people tended to believe. She'd had to inform more people than she'd like to admit that she was not impervious to fire, as lame as that was (she had Nora to thank for that particular rumor).

That particular evening at Beacon was far hotter than average, even by her standards. Team RWBY had opened up their window as far as it would go, turning on as many fans as their circuit breakers would allow, and taking cold showers –anything to beat the unbearable heat.

Blake, one who typically enjoyed burrowing underneath as many blankets as she could, was sprawled out atop her mattress, her limbs spread apart to prevent heat from pooling anywhere. Ruby had moved the blankets that typically turned her bed into something like a blanket fort in favor of letting as much cool air in as possible.

Yang herself, despite the cold shower and everything else, hadn't been able to fall asleep. She had tossed and turned atop her blankets, doing her best to will herself to sleep for hours with nothing to show for it but ruffled sheets and now-dry hair.

She puffed out a frustrated breath before leaning over the edge of her bed to peer at her girlfriend of 2 months.

Weiss looked rather comfortable despite the heat, breathing softly underneath her blankets; the usual furrow to her brow absent as she rested peacefully. The heiress's body temperature usually ran cold, and it was likely thanks to that fact that she was able to sleep without difficulty despite the record-breaking temperatures.

Yang bit her lip, worrying it between her teeth. She was debating slipping into the smaller girl's bed, but there were obvious risks. For one, waking Weiss prematurely meant that Yang could potentially be murdered in a sleepy fit of rage. There was also a chance that Weiss would give her a scolding so bad she'd hear it ringing in her ears for days. Still… she probably wasn't going to get much sleep roasting alive atop her sheets, and though Weiss was hesitant with the physical aspect of their relationship, she wouldn't likely have a problem with some harmless sleepy cuddles.

She made up her mind.

Yang carefully dropped from her bed, doing her absolute best to be quiet enough for Blake to sleep through her little escapade, and crept to Weiss's bedside. She ducked underneath Ruby's bunk and gently nudged the heiress, hoping that her girlfriend would be in a particularly good mood when she woke.

Weiss roused quickly, groaning and rubbing at her eyes before her gaze settled on the brawler. "Yang? What's the matter?"

She hadn't immediately bitten Yang's head off, so she figured that was a good sign to go ahead with her plan. "So, I dunno if you've noticed, but it's pretty hot in here."

Weiss raised a brow, glancing around the room for a brief moment before returning her attention to her girlfriend. "I suppose it is warmer than usual. What of it?"

"You're not hot though, right?" Yang asked, shifting her weight side to side.

This time, the heiress's brow furrowed. "No… I'm not…" In the dim lighting brought out by the shattered moon, Yang could see Weiss squint suspiciously. "…Why?"

"Weeeeell…" Yang began, drawing out the vowel, "I was wondering if I could sleep with you."

Weiss blinked before her face flushed the color of Pyrrha's hair. "Sleep with me?!"

Yang, too, blinked before her face lit up with understanding. "No, no, no! Not like that," she whispered hurriedly. "I meant, like, in your bed with you! I mean, I'm totally cool with it if you wanna go that way, but I really meant sleeping in the same bed."

The seething look on her girlfriend's face told Yang that Weiss most definitely didn't want to do the latter, and that she was quickly and effectively destroying her chances at the former. She backpedaled.

"Can I sleep next to you, Princess? I'm baking up in my bed and you're always cool as a cucumber, so I figured it wouldn't hurt to ask if you could share some of that with me." She settled for honesty, laying her cards on the table and hoping that at the very least, she wouldn't end up tossed out the window.

Weiss said nothing for a moment, seemingly rolling the request around in her mind before sighing. She scooted closer to the wall and lifted the sheets. "Get in," she said with a look that told Yang that no messing around would be tolerated.

With a grin, Yang did as she was told, making sure to stick close to the heiress, who seemed to flush at the contact. She went to pull Weiss closer but hesitated, her arm hovering just above the smaller girl's waist.

"Is it ok?" she whispered, her lips brushing against Weiss's steadily-reddening ear.

She received only a minute nod, and with a soft kiss to the shell of the heiress's ear, she wrapped her arms around Weiss, pulling her into her gently and tucking snowy locks beneath her chin.

The effects were nearly immediate, and Yang sighed as she felt the cool temperature of Weiss's skin cut right through her own searing heat. It was bliss as they snuggled into each other, enjoying the equilibrium they reached. Weiss laid a hand over the calloused one that rested on her stomach, nearly humming as that same hand's fingers rubbed gentle circles, soothing her far more than any lullaby ever could.

With quiet whispers of goodnight, exchanged with a soft kiss, Weiss drifted back off to sleep. Yang pressed a final kiss to snowy locks before joining her girlfriend, enjoying her now cooler, and far more comfortable sleeping arrangements.


Winter's Morning

Weiss woke up to the feeling of chilled sheets, an unusual event to be sure considering her hectic schedule tended to wake her before dawn and Yang's penchant for sleeping in. Sure enough, when she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, she noticed the spot next to her empty, devoid of the blonde that liked to snore her mornings away.

A quick glance at her scroll told her that it was a frosty morning in the dead of winter, and more notably, one of her few days off. She turned the device off without a second of hesitation; she'd managed to restore the Schnee Dust Company to much of its former glory after years of hard work, and she planned to celebrate with a day of doing absolutely nothing work-related –no scrolls or any other devices that could connect her to work in any way.

She was about to rise from the bed to find Yang before the door swung open, revealing the brawler herself holding a tray with a wide grin.

"Good morning, Princess! Sleep well?"

Weiss smiled. "Well enough. I had a rather nice dream from our school days."

Yang raised a brow, setting the tray covered with pancakes, fresh fruit, bacon, and eggs onto Weiss's lap carefully. "Really? What was it about?"

Weiss giggled as she cut into her eggs. "It was about that one particularly hot night at Beacon where you ended up climbing into my bed because you couldn't sleep."

Yang laughed. "Oh! I remember that night!" Her grin widened. "I also remember that we didn't sleep apart much after that."

Weiss nearly choked on the strawberry she had been chewing, her ears reddening even though it had been 5 years since that night.

"Awww! You're still shy! That's so cute, Weissy~!" Yang cooed, snatching a piece of bacon as she did so.

The smaller girl coughed. "Perhaps I am, but I don't remember you complaining about the arrangement."

"That's true!" Yang's grin settled into a fond smile as she watched Weiss eat her food with delighted hums. "I can't complain about getting to be closer to the woman I love."

Weiss felt heat rush to her cheeks, but she couldn't fight the shy smile that settled on her features. "I can certainly say the same."

Weiss enjoyed the rest of her meal as she and Yang traded memories, laughing at the antics of their Beacon days, sharing a tender smile at their reunion in Raven's camp, and reflecting on Team RWBY's fight to save the world. Though the memories of the harder times were still fresh, they were important parts of their shared history, and they would surely become memories that they could treasure.

When she had finished her delightful breakfast, Yang took the tray back to the kitchen before returning to their bedroom and settling on the side of the bed, tangling their fingers. "What's the plan for today, Princess?"

Weiss hummed, pondering her options for only a moment before a chill suddenly wracked her body. "It's rather cold today, and I don't feel like leaving the bed just yet. Why don't you join me?" she suggested with a smile.

"It is pretty chilly," Yang said with a grin. "I guess I better warm you up!"

The brawler climbed into her side of the bed, before she pulled Weiss into her, enjoying the familiar position. "How's that? Comfy?"

Weiss burrowed into Yang, pressing a kiss to both her prosthetic and flesh hands. "Very. Your body temperature always comes in handy on these cold winter mornings."

"Is that all I am to you? A space heater?" the brawler asked, feigning hurt.

Weiss turned then, making sure to keep herself locked in Yang's embrace but also pulling back just enough to look the taller girl in the eye. "Of course not. You also happen to be the love of my life who has supported me at both my weakest, and my strongest. You give me the courage to be better, and showed me that even when things get difficult, I have the strength to move forward inside me. You are my inspiration, Sunspot."

She brushed away the tears that had begun to fall from the brawler's eyes with a soft giggle. "I love you, Yang. I grow to love you more and more each day, and I will never stop loving you through the good times and the hard times."

Yang pulled her into a crushing hug, cradling the smaller girl's head with her prosthetic. "I love you too, Weiss. You've done so much for me and helped me regain my confidence, even after I broke again. You've been there for me even when I felt like I was falling apart. You are my strength, Princess. I love you so much it feels like my heart will burst. I'll love you with every breath until my very last."

The two lay there, holding each other close as they whispered sweet nothings into the other's ear, simply relishing the other's presence. They had been through hell and back together, and it was quiet mornings like this that reminded them just how much they treasured each other, just how lucky they were to have each other. In the chill of winter's morning, when the world was quiet with a fresh blanket of snow, there was only the two of them; two women in love.

Yang yawned long after the tears had dried. "I don't know about you, but I could go for a nap right about now."

Weiss pressed a kiss to the brawler's cheek. "A nap sounds lovely."

With a shared smile, the two curled into each other, pulling the blankets over them. Weiss hummed as Yang's natural heat warmed her very soul, encompassing her in the familiar, comforting way that it had.

"Good morning, Princess," Yang mumbled, pressing a kiss to the top of Weiss's head.

"Good morning, Sunspot," Weiss whispered, pressing a kiss of her own to the blonde's collar.

Winter's morning passed quietly, a mere whisper in the ears of the sleeping women. Perhaps there would be a blizzard tomorrow, but that was a worry for later. For now, a winter's morning nap was the perfect thing.


This was longer than I expected but whatever lmao. I'm happy with it.