Bedtime Stories

In a moment of happiness, a premonition of darkness

[Author's note: This story follows the story The Smoochie Was a Giveaway, which in turn follows the stories Coffee Break and Your Ears Are Tickling Me!]

"Tell me," said Weiss Schnee, "do you believe in destiny?"

Velvet Scarlatina lifted herself onto one elbow and stared at her lover. "I think that perhaps we make our own," she said. "Which I suppose would sort of defeat the point."

Weiss was sitting at the little table by the window. She was naked, and brushing her hair with long, slow strokes. Watching her, Velvet's rabbit ears began to rise – again.

Weiss saw the reaction and gave a little chuckle. "That's always nice to see, but I was thinking about you saying that Grimm attacks in the Borderlands have been getting bigger," she said. "Then there's the attack on Vale through the underground train line that Torchwick organised. It's as if ... something ... is happening. Or going to happen. I can't shake this sense of foreboding. More intuition than logic, I suppose, but my sister once told me that you should listen to your instincts."

"Something to do with the tournament, maybe? It starts tomorrow."

Weiss considered. "No, I don't think so," she said. "That's a regular event, after all. But I have to say that I think that new team from Haven looks a bit odd. No-one seems to know anything about them, and they don't act like students."

"Hmm," said Velvet.

"Actually," said Weiss, "I feel that if something big is going to happen it's connected to Ruby in some way. You know, when I first met her I thought she was a juvenile idiot. True, there are times when I still think that. But ... there's something else. She ... has a quality. When she was first appointed team leader I thought it was a sick joke. Now I would follow her anywhere."

Velvet nodded. "We all chose to train at Beacon out of our sense of duty," she said. "But now you and I have found each other. Do you think we might have to one day chose between our loyalty to our teams and our feelings for each other?"

Weiss considered. She put down the brush and came over to Velvet. She sat down on the edge of the bed. Velvet put her hand on Weiss' thigh.

"You are so lovely," said Velvet.

"Is that the only reason you want to spend time with me?"

"Yes, the only reason."

"Do you expect me to believe that?"

Velvet gave a little laugh. "No, I suppose not," she said.

Weiss slid into bed beside Velvet. Skin to skin, bone to bone.

"Let's hope," said Weiss, "that the day never comes."

END