Note: Just a few heads up.
This is a WhiteRose centered Fic.
There will be heavy sexual content. (I guess I should call it Lemon lol) Proceed with caution if you choose to continue.
An AU where Remnant is a normal world on its own without Monsters but some of the technology stays the same.
Slight OOC to fit settings.
Ruby hits the snooze button of her scroll the third time it rang, tossing to her side with a pillow over her head. She hated mornings, hated her job, hated her life and everything in it. Her apartment was small, cramped, and unkempt like a storm had accumulated in the middle over the week.
Such is life.
Unpacked boxes, the lot of them, probably what makes up half the furniture and things the studio room lacked, sat in a corner. There was no use trying to make herself comfortable in one place when chances are you'd pack and leave.
The alarm rang, a little angrily this time, in hopes to kick the redhead awake. With a tired grumble, Ruby looks at her scroll, panic bursting out like fireworks in her brain sending the message in her body to hurry the hell-o-clock. She threw her covers away, blood rushing into her head from standing too fast with a woozy, quickened stumble towards the bathroom. Her mind cursed and fumed as she tossed her clothes aside to put on her uniform of a grey shirt with the company's logo and black jeans, a red jacket to go along with her day. Brushing her teeth had never been so short-lived with a few fast strokes and a gurgling splash of water. All this while putting on her shoes, too.
Keys, she almost forgot her keys. She searches for them, the ticking of the clock pressuring her to move faster, shove away all the books from the table if you had to. Oh, it was just in the heaps of empty bottles of beer and wildly strewn papers to be thrown away since forever ago.
She skipped breakfast like she does every morning of the week. Ruby could be having a nice bowl of cereal, tasty tuna egg or ham and cheese sandwich, or at least a merciful cracker or biscuit with water to go with it; but alas, Ruby believed she was cursed, stricken with I-can't-give-a-crap syndrome and Whatever-I'm-doomed disease to give a flying shit about what she could've had for breakfast. It was like a divine being or some science voodoo had watched her mess up and decided to hear her call as Ruby managed to catch a bus before its doors could crush her. What do you know? Filled seats, a punishment to her shaking legs from running.
She jogged the remaining block and only stopped when she was inside the shop, hastily coding in her time-damn, it's way past her scheduled shift-into the computer.
"Hold it." A girl had stopped her from clocking in. Ruby turns her head. "I've checked in for you."
Ruby let out a deep breath, easing her body in a calmer stance and slinking off her jacket. "Thanks, Blake."
The Faunus puts a hand to her hip. "I can't keep doing this to you forever. If it wasn't for your sister, you'd already be in trouble."
Blake Belladonna, a part-time co-worker who saved Ruby's attendance more than the both of them can count. A brilliant student at Beacon College who is no exception to fall victim to Faunus racists, hiding her cat ears behind a bow to minimize unsolicited comments in and out of work.
"I'll try to do better," Ruby promises.
"I'm almost done completing my hours here, so you'll have to do more than try."
Ruby nods, she was definitely going to suck at doing anything above try. "Got it."
To try in this field had always struck Ruby as unnecessarily tiring. She wanted to be an Aircraft Mechanic. Going through grime and airship oil was the least of her worries as long as she loved doing her job. A Scroll Specialist is definitely not one of those jobs she particularly enjoyed doing. She despised how retail jobs such as this can be so painful to endure, only learning to appreciate employees and having a great sense of respect towards them. There were customers that's innocently too kind to be true, but then there's also the selfish, self-centered, smartass individuals that make life a living hell, a reason why the world can't have nice things.
One of those mean customers was Cardin, her arch nemesis, who happened to enter the shop with a scowl on his face that mixed with a cocky grin. How can both facial expressions of corruption blend so well in a face so punchable?
"This scroll is defective." He told her, shoving the device to Ruby's chest for the girl to catch it in her hands. "I want a new replacement pipsqueak, or I'll have a complaint about you people not doing your job."
Ruby had to hold every nerve in her body to stop herself from giving him a verbal beat down, a skill in customer service you needed to have every single waking moment of your life, no matter how unfair that person is.
"I would be glad to replace the device, sir." She said, mentally biting herself to tone down the sarcasm from being obvious. "I can have this checked for you, see if there's something we can do about it just in case."
"No. I want it replaced. Now."
"Yes, I just need to get this inspected before-"
"You're wasting my time." Cardin interrupts, "for a top student at Beacon College, you don't act like one. Oh wait, I remember now. It's because you dropped out from being so poor to get a civilized education."
Now, this had cut Ruby's last string that kept her together. Screw the customer service code. Screw society. Screw Cardin Winchester.
"Ah, Cardin. So rich, yet so mentally challenged." She began, knowing that this is an equivalent to shooting herself in the foot. "You've been in Beacon for a long time. When are you evergoing to graduate from being a dick?" Ruby presses her lips together to hold back from smiling. She was so proud of herself with pulling the trigger.
Cardin's half scowl, half mocking grin, had turned into a frowning fiasco of a bull ready to use his horns. "Why you-"
"Is there a problem?" Pyrrha, a Senior Specialist of the team, had cut in between the two, capping the steam that was about to blow from Cardin.
"Your little employee of the disaster month is disrespectful and rude," Cardin says with anger in his voice.
Ruby had her mouth open to retaliate until Pyrrha stared her down that zipped herself shut. Pyrrha looks back at the customer, giving out a smile you couldn't tell was real or fake from her time of expertise.
"My apologies, sir. Please describe to me the problem of your device and I'll ensure we act upon your request for a new replacement."
Ruby was silently fuming, keeping the temptation from staring daggers at bay. Cardin describes the problem in a more detailed manner than his earlier version, clearly his agitation was reserved for Ruby. More than he wouldn't want to admit, Cardin had actually feared his former batchmate. At the memory of Cardin's humiliating show done by Pyrrha, Ruby creased back into an innocent smile and judging silver eyes at the taller man. A low growl emanated from his throat that made Ruby want to widen her smile.
When Pyrrha nudged the smaller girl and opened a palm in front of her, Ruby places the scroll on top of it, watching the expert deal with trash like a professional.
A few seconds after inspecting it, she holds two buttons at once for more than the regular time to access it. The screen brightened with the greeting in different languages of Remnant.
"You needed to hold the power and home button for at least 5-10 seconds for newly unpacked models. After that, your scroll can wake and sleep as usual." Pyrrha explained, holding up the scroll towards him.
Cardin's frown had never left him and snatched the device, glaring at the two girls. "Make sure you teach that brat a lesson." He spat before leaving the shop.
Ruby was snickering, stopping altogether when she sees her advisor cross her arms with brows raised.
"What?" Ruby asked.
Like every other day, Ruby was pointed to the backroom to be reminded of their company's code. She's heard it a thousand times. The commandment to 'Never talk back to a customer' forcefully burned into every employee's retinas.
"He's literally out there destined to bully me, how else did you want me to handle the situation?"
Pyrrha sighed. This was not the first time Ruby had been sent to the office due to her lack of self-control. "I want you to be more professional about it, Ruby. If you feel the way you did towards Cardin, all you had to do was remind him of our store policy about misbehaviors. If he continues-"
"Then he'll be banned. Yeah, I got that part." Ruby finishes.
"Then why am I here reminding you in the office?"
"Because Cardin's a dick and you hate him too."
Pyrrha shakes her head in disappointment. "You used to be sweeter about life."
There was a dip in Ruby's brow, her eyes looking down unsure if she was feeling ashamed, embarrassed or generally upset and taken aback. "Used to." She murmurs.
"Use your 15-minute break and come back with a smile."
"I'm going to need more than 15-minutes to crack one open."
"Ruby."
"Fine! Gosh."
She was out of the store and Ruby couldn't be any happier to breathe in air that wasn't smelling of boxes, scrolls (that unbelievably has their own scent too) and other people's perfume or cologne that mingled in the shop. The back alley was her favorite spot to seclude herself. If you ignore the dumpster.
Ruby didn't remember when she started smoking, much like how she couldn't recall her interest in drinking. She flicks the lighter a few times, nothing but sparks coughing up. Ruby groaned, the day was getting worse as time passed by each time something crappy happens, that crap ended up getting bigger like rolling a snowball down a hill.
"Need a light?"
Ruby looks up. Just by the sound of her voice, she was able to distinguish her sister, Yang, who had been watching her thumb flick the lighter into oblivion. Her brown denim jacket clung to her shoulders with rolled up sleeves to display an impressive streak of dragon tattoos. Apart from her hair being easy to spot by how naturally blonde it appears to be, her attire strikes as your average biker. Ruby says nothing, but nods in reply. Her cigarette is lit in a matter of seconds.
She inhales the thick white cloud before blowing it through a small hole formed at the side of her lip. It was killing her, defiling her. That was the entire point anyway. "This job sucks," she finally says, letting the cigarette sit in between her mouth and inhale occasionally when she needed, looking at the older girl through the haze of her smoke.
"I know."
"Half the customers suck too."
"Yeah."
"Customer Service sucks."
Ruby takes the cigarette in her fingers, a hand coming to scratch at her head. "What are you doing here anyway?"
Yang leans on the wall. "We have to talk about your finances."
Ruby rolls her eyes at this. "What about it?"
"It sucks."
Ruby scoffs, of course it sucks. Her life was hanging on a thread and she couldn't care less if it falls into the pit. Maybe, the pit was more inviting and caring than popping a pill prescribed by quack doctors.
Yang continues, "If you want to go back to school, you need to save your lien. Not spend them excessively on vices or unnecessary things you don't need. Having a smoke and a few drinks is fine, but you're abusing it to the point that dad and I are worried."
"I don't need your pity."
"We're concerned, Ruby. For the love of Remnant, do something about your life-"
"I don't want to be a Mechanic anymore."
This struck Yang, appearing to be confused, unsure if what she heard was coming right into her ears. "What?"
"I said, I don't want to be a Mechanic."
"What do you mean? What are you even saying?"
"You told me to do something about my life, I'm deciding that I won't pursue a dream that's dead to me." Ruby was chewing at the butt of her stick out of nervousness, one moment ago she was proud to shoot herself in the foot, but this was pointed at her head.
Yang pulls away from the wall, standing with the authority of an older sister. "Mom worked so hard to get you in the school you always wanted and you're backing out?"
Ruby throws her half-smoked cigarette away, furious at the mention of their mother. "Don't ever bring her up!"
"And why not?" Yang challenged with fists clenched. "You're wasting your life, throwing away your chances, and moping around groveling about a job you don't even like! What would mom say?"
"You're a half-sister, what do you know about my mom?"
Out of all the worst decisions she'd pick in her life, vomiting out words that hurt her sister was the absolute shittiest of them all. They came out blubbering out of her mouth and there was no way of shoving them back into her throat even if she wanted to.
Yang's stance straightened and relaxed from the tense build-up of their heated conversation, pulling her jacket taut with lilac eyes burning what's left of Ruby's dignity. "She was my mom too." She mumbled quietly. Turning on her heel to walk away, she stops, sparing a glance at Ruby. "Dad decided to cut his support for you. So start saving." She calmly says before disappearing out the alley. The sound of her motorcycle engine roared, a tire skidded and soon enough it faded away.
Ruby would cry, hit herself, sit on the ground, think about what she's done and devise a way to apologize. But she didn't. People who knew her would expect she'd act as described. That was no longer the Ruby they knew, instead, she pulled out another stick of cigarette. When the lighter refused to let her smoke in peace, she threw it at the wall that shattered from her rage-filled strength.
Work that day stretched out longer. Dull, boring, and often times disturbing. She acts like any other day, pretending to be alive, customer-driven, and robotic in her movements. Fixing scrolls in the office kept her sane from potentially mean customers from ruining her day any further, her mind actively rambling and reminiscing their conversation. Would it have been any different if Ruby was less of a prick?
But Yang was being a prick first, she reasoned. Yang was just concerned you twit.
It went on for the majority of her hours until shift had finally ended. She decided to take a different route going home to prolong her walk, leave her thoughts on the trails to die on its own before considering to set foot in her apartment. She needed a drink, she thought. Lots and lots of it.
Fueled with uncertainty, contempt, and depression, she entered the first club she saw. Ruby wasn't fond of alcohol, yet she downs them with a grimacing finish to her shots. It was the only way she can think to numb and forget herself.
On the bar where she sat, a man burly and big as a bear, sat beside her. "Someone's under the weather." He said, gesturing at a bartender to service him a drink.
Ruby stayed quiet, not wanting to hold a conversation during her session of being glum.
"You look like the type of person who needs a good cheering up." He continues, nodding once to the bartender in thanks. "We offer a certain service for people like you, or for people who are looking to have a good time. First timers get to redeem our discount. If ever you want to feel special for the night, consider giving us a call, and I can give you our best people." He slides a card where Ruby had been looking down at the bar. "And this is on the house, a welcoming gift." A new glass of alcohol now sits beside her empty ones.
Ruby waits for him to leave before looking well into the card, actually beginning to contemplate the idea. Ruby knew what he meant upon the emphasis of special in his words. Something to make her feel great didn't sound like a bad idea. Ruby had never thought about adventuring far beyond with the vices she's already had, perhaps she didn't have enough, or just needed a new addition to her terrible account purely out of spite. Alcohol makes you dizzy, and depending on how much and which type of drink you took, the vary of stupid can go from gullible klutz to chaotic idiot much to Ruby's chagrin. Smoking was different, an addiction to nicotine that can certainly make a child outlast you in a running competition. Even with the tobacco, what she felt in her head didn't seem enough.
"Do something about your life!"
Until now.
Gulping down the welcoming gift and tipping the bartender, she takes the card and journeys back home tipsy.
She was going to do something about it, and that's to make what's left of it with someone under the sheets. Ruby was going to darken her world starting with this.
She tosses her jacket to a chair, shoving a few small boxes out of the way with her foot to make up some space for the guest. Dialing the contact number shown on the card, she sips a glass of coffee in hopes of sobering her up from being a total mess.
"Junior on the line, how may we help you?"
For some reason, Ruby's heart was going a few beats too fast, her finger and thumb rubbing against each other in anxiety that it made skin against skin emit the sound of friction. It was probably the coffee.
"Hey, yeah. You told me about the offer earlier in the bar. What have you got?"
Ruby was pacing the living room slash kitchen, slash bedroom too, the only private room with walls being the bathroom. Her walk only reaches a few paces from the crowded space. Junior had explained the redeemable discount once more by showing the card, then forwarded to the general rules and what's going to happen, and asked if Ruby was looking for a Male or Female. Her mouth had opened to commonly answer for a male, but she closes it. Society can't tell her who she can or can't sleep with. And where's the fun of it if she wasn't experiencing new things even if it's just one night?
So female it is. Why not? Life being on the thread, she wouldn't mind this kind of pit. Might as well throw her lien into something she'll be pleased from and die later. It doesn't matter how, or when.
But what if she does something wrong? What is she going to do? Should she still treat them like some kind of friend, or? Maybe this was a bad idea, a really bad idea that her drunken self-had gotten into, the 5 spoons of sugar in her coffee screaming to cancel the whole thing.
A knock on the door makes her jump she could have sworn her heart had almost leaped out of her mouth. Stumbling over, she fixes her hair, then her clothes, before gingerly turning the knob to open the door.
Ruby takes in the sight of the girl who was a few inches shorter than her. Her white alabaster hair, freely lose past her shoulders cascaded like a river filled with silver, blue ocean eyes capturing a mirth of beauty. It is intangible, and it is sharp. There was a scar that ran over her left eye, like a chip on a finely chiseled marble. She was wearing a coat held together by the knot of the ribbon.
Holy shit, she thought. She's hot.
"H-Hi, Junior must've sent you, W-Weiss was it?" She stuttered helplessly.
"The one and only." The girl replies with confidence in her voice, smirking.
Ruby bit back a grunt at that smirk. If looks could kill, this was a beautiful finishing blow.
"So, are you going to let me in, or should I serve the next door instead?"
Ruby snaps back into her senses and opens her door wide enough for Weiss to come in. She does so, surveying her room with judging eyes.
"Hm, a small apartment. Cramped and, dare I say, filthy." She comments, one hand under her elbow and the other on her chin, stepping further back into the room.
And for once in her life, Ruby had never felt so embarrassed let alone care about what visitors have to say about her home. "Do you do that every time you enter someone's house?" She asks as she closes the door behind her.
"On a daily basis," Weiss replied. "I've seen worse."
"Ouch," Ruby mutters, stepping a fair distance near the girl, watching her survey the area like a cat doing an unwanted surprise inspection. Her heart for the second time that night almost boomed in her chest when Weiss turned around to look at her.
"Assuming you have the card?" She asked. Ruby nods at this, showing the card in her hand. Ruby was beginning to take out the lien when Weiss stopped her, instructing Ruby to put it on the counter instead. Completing the small task, she turns around, witnessing the white-haired girl let loose the ribbon of her coat. Beneath it was the girl's clothes that accentuated her lithe form, tight and bearing skin. Her skirt was short to be eye-catching and her crop top was sleeveless held by a thin cloth of a strap, exposing those acute collar bones and perfectly toned stomach. The coat slides off her shoulders to reveal her pristine, pale shoulders and arms. Ruby could feel her knees weaken trying to comprehend all the information at once.
Ruby wasn't sure what came next even as the rules and basic information streamed in her mind. How does this thing usually go anyway? Her rambling mind came to an abrupt halt when she feels a cool finger trace the top of her shoulder down her arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake and making her face go as red as her name.
"So, what would you like me to do?" Weiss says, her voice was soft and submitting than the subtle commanding tone that laced her words earlier.
"I-I. I." Ruby was stuttering like mad again. "Uh, w-well. I don't, I don't know."
Weiss hummed in thought, taking her hand and pulling her towards the bed. "I can fix that."
Ruby is pushed to sit on the foot of the bed, watching Weiss straddle her lap with a certain, seductive grace to it. The palm of her hands touches Ruby above her chest, a slow up and down motion leaving hot trails of fire, building a burning desire in Ruby stoked by the heat between them. Weiss's hands rested at the sides of her neck, pulling their bodies close for their lips to collide onto each other.
It was just as she imagined. There was an incredible softness around them and the way their bodies pressed melted Ruby to the point of no return. Her idle hands coming to press the small of her back, holding back the urge to take over.
The kiss had shut off any function to determine what was happening in the now, deep in Weiss's spell to bother checking. When she pulled back however, it clicks in her mind that they were lead further back into the mattress with Ruby's shirt thrown somewhere to the side. This was a pleasant, if not astonishing, surprise of witchcraft.
"I'm yours for the evening. Do whatever you want to me."
Ruby shudders, that sounded more of an order that made her feel powerless, but in control all the same. Dazed and dreaming, she couldn't help but sheepishly ask, "like what?"
Weiss rolls her eyes, the smirk still on her. She takes Ruby's hands, guiding them to touch her body. A chill runs down her spine at the feel of new unmarked territory of the girl's slender frame until she was confident enough to venture on her own. She touched her there. And there, and there, and there. Earning a small moan she didn't know she could elicit from the Princess.
Princess. Now that's something she'd be calling her with all that pretty white.
She is brought into a kiss again; soulful, deep, and aggressive. Something warm, and wet had licked her lip, seeking entrance. Ruby does so reluctantly, keening into the new discovery with a sweet combination of caressing those firm thighs. Weiss rolls her hips gently, the friction grating the front of her jeans that made her gasp in surprise. She feels hands traveling down her stomach, and something she knows well enough to see where it was going under the belt. Ruby stops her, holding her wrist. Her heart was now raking against her chest that she can hear them in her ears and feel them thumping in her veins.
"What's wrong?" Weiss asks, showing her concerns that Ruby actually found cute. Either she was concerned at how she was servicing her or for Ruby was up for debate.
"Nothing. It's just. This is…"
"Your first time?" Weiss finishes.
"Y-Yeah…" Ruby admits, chuckling. It wasn't exactly her first. There were kisses she's already shared with and knew where the moment was going as the… err, heat… builds. But Ruby had never gone this far. "Is it that obvious?" She says in a shy whisper.
Weiss lets out a giggle. "Dolt." She jokingly teases, her hands undoing the button of her jeans. "Then I'll make sure your experience is worthwhile."
Ruby was looking up, eyes attached to the ceiling as she permitted Weiss to do her job down there. Any attempt to hold back her moans was futile, her few failed attempts coming out as a grunt. Weiss was extremely good at her job and she hates herself for actually considering to beg for more. She puts a pillow over her face to muffle her loud groans in pleasure, back arching to the climax as one hand gripped tightly into the bed sheet.
Her body resigns into the comfort of her mattress, tossing the pillow over to the side to pant for air. When Weiss had risen from her hip to wipe off the, ah, juices… from her mouth, Ruby leans in to capture her wet lips, wiping the slick away that got caught from her cheeks. With the desire to extend their session, a part of her didn't feel right to have all the pleasure taken, so what she does was to put Weiss's back to the bed this time, the switched position putting her in between the Princess's legs.
With instincts driven by emotion and the capability to learn fast, Ruby follows the rhythm of the moment, planting kisses on her cheek, then her neck before going along her chest and finally trailing them downwards, a piece of clothing coming off every time she dipped her head to the lower regions. The way she squirmed slightly under her touch, whimper into her kiss, and moans into submission is what Ruby would pay for again and again to satisfy rather than to gain
She was falling from the thread, falling into the pit.
Falling for her.
Weiss had let out a pleasured cry that she was not afraid to show or let Ruby hear. She brings herself back up to kiss her in a slow denouement.
After a few make-out rounds that gradually leisured, Ruby asked.
"Can you stay tonight?"
After a few moments of catching air, Weiss replied. "I don't think that's part of my description to stay in someone's home."
If Ruby had Faunus features of a canine, she could have sworn she can hear them press against her head in sadness. Weiss sighs. "But if you insist."
The redhead perks up. "Yes! Thank you!"
Weiss nods at this, seemingly pleased at her decision.
"I know I'm asking a lot, but can I hug you?" Ruby added.
Weiss pondered at the thought before speaking. "I don't see any harm with it. You did pay to feel special. So I suppose if that makes you feel any better, then go ahead."
With a big smile, Ruby wraps her arms around her, resting her head against her chest to hear another person's heartbeat. She doesn't see it, but Weiss had blushed to the contact so simple, yet capable of spreading something sweet to make her red in a new definition.
Ruby's eyes flutter open from her sleep when she feels nothing but empty space at her side. When she sits up, her eyes widened.
The room.
It was clean.
Her room looked a little more orderly than it did yesterday. The boxes were no longer at an angled mess, beer bottles on one corner ready to be thrown when necessary, the books that were strewn haphazardly around the edges of the table were stacked, the mess of the papers that were once laying on the floor was piled neatly, too, besides the books.
She stands up in her nakedness to take a closer look. Areas that were once headache-inducing of a cluster dump was now. Nicer. A somewhat peaceful feeling radiating from the cleanliness of it all.
On the counter, she notices that the lien was taken as intended, and a note for some reason. She takes it. In neat, fancy, readable handwriting, she reads the inscribed words.
"Give us a call when you need it. Hope you like the new look."
Her heart sank into her stomach. In a good kind of way. The sort of butterfly churning and mind flying type of way.
Her scroll alarm rang, and Ruby, for the first time in a long time, had found herself awake without having to press the snooze button even once.
Going to work was a breeze. There was time to spare for a decent shower without recklessly throwing clothes at herself. In fact, she took her time sweetly, complete with getting herself a sandwich for breakfast along the way and catching the bus without the worry or fear of running late.
After Blake had checked in, Ruby does so as well right after her, a proud smile on her face as she watches the Faunus's bewildered expression. And Ruby still had time to spare.
There was a skip to her step and the way she helped customers was more lively in comparison, energetic even, eager to assist whenever possible. She hummed a tune while she worked on the scrolls, something her co-workers find rare.
Watching the girl move were Blake and Pyrrha, impressed, to say the least, at the new routine Ruby had come to work with. They complimented her, asking how the redhead had come to be so happy all of a sudden.
"Nosy aren't we?" Is all the answer they can get.
When Ruby's shift ended, she got ahead to contacting Junior as she walked the remaining block to her apartment for another service.
"Ah, Ruby." He says with excitement in his tone. "Eager for more?"
"Yup." She replies with the same excited intensity.
"Alright, let's see. We have-"
Junior went to list off names that were unfamiliar to her, some foreign, some even considered a little bit odd.
"What about Weiss?" She asked.
"Oh, she's becoming your favorite too, isn't she? I can see how you like her, she's everyone's favorite."
Ruby disliked the thought of Weiss being with 'everyone' else. She pushes it away though, informing Junior about her decision. Setting the time for later that evening, Junior tells Ruby about the cost, her one-time discounted offer already used, saying it wasn't her first time anymore. "If you know what I mean." He says with a nudge he would undoubtedly give in person. Ruby was taking a sip of her water when she choked upon hearing the full price.
"What?" She sputtered.
"Business like this is costly, our girls and guys need a salary too."
Right, customer service. She shouldn't be surprised. A girl like Weiss was special, but she'd like to think of her as more than a pay thing.
"Okay, okay. It's a deal."
With the fold of her scroll, Ruby had rushed to her apartment to get herself prepared.
A warm bath with a fresh set of clothes later, Ruby looked into her scroll about part-time jobs being offered in her vicinity, one where it wouldn't clash with her current job, circling the shops of interest and thinking to herself what it would feel like if she had worked full time not being a scroll specialist.
A familiar knock on the door chimes in and Ruby stands to answer it.
"We meet yet again," Weiss greets. "Miss me already?"
"Pshh… No." Ruby laughs nervously, the memory of last night still fresh to fluster her. "U-Um. Okay, maybe a little." She shakes her head at her own mishap and invites her in, gesturing to sit anywhere she wanted an attempt to host. Weiss decided the bed, noticing how it was folded and made than the disheveled mess it was hours and hours ago, and they didn't even begin to use it.
"The lien's on the counter," Ruby says, rubbing her hands together before wringing and clenching them. "Do you need a drink? Water, soda, alcohol maybe?"
There was that smile Weiss gave again, a smile she'd throw herself to the floor for her to step on.
"Water will do."
You'd probably expect sounds emanating from the room by now as to how things should go. But the two were talking and having a decent conversation. Like a date more than anything.
"How are you so pretty?" Ruby rhetorically manages to ask.
"I know," Weiss allows, her back straitening in perfect poise. "It's natural for me to have flawless skin and shiny hair."
"It's killing me already." Ruby jokes with a hand to her chest. Weiss seemed to like anything nice being said to her, she basked in the glory of her beauty having to affect the redhead. Weiss admits to having snarky remarks (or can be, 'difficult', as she words it) when she was made to talk. There was a Queen Bee attitude, too, that Ruby was able to pick up without needing to observe as it was taken at first glance. She never had an actual conversation that stretched as far as this, asking from time to time if this was where Ruby really wanted to go, her reply coming with a positive yeah and a grin that can melt the ice age.
"Say," Ruby mused. "I never heard your last name. Junior listed off different people with last names, but yours is just. Weiss."
"That's the only name I know I have." The girl replies, leaning back for her hands to support herself on the bed. "Or was given." She added.
"That's it?"
Weiss nods. "I don't really care about it though, it doesn't seem important. Not in this kind of job anyway."
Behind her shielded eyes, Ruby could distinguish the hurt behind them, a conflict she knows but unsure of what battle it fought. "Don't you have a family?" She prodded.
"… No." Weiss says, pursing her lips. "Not that I know of."
"Ah." Ruby voiced, noting the tension rising from the Princess's body. She decided not to press on a touchy subject and instead give her a fair share of herself.
"My full name is Ruby Rose." She began. "I have a dad… older sister… two moms." Ruby coughs.
"Two moms?" Weiss returns to look her in the eyes in curiosity.
"One passed away, the other is my step-mom."
"Oh," Weiss says, her face softening. "I'm sorry to hear that."
Ruby swishes her hand dismissively. "That was like 2 years ago. I've gotten over it."
"Do you miss her?"
Ruby went quiet, the objects around her room giving a sudden interest to examine. "Yeah." She admits, sighing before switching the topic around. "It's kind of hard to imagine your situation. I mean, who can you miss with no parents? What about siblings?"
"None. I'd prefer it that way, I'd spare them the humiliation of what I am." Weiss had unconsciously put a finger to her scar, lightly tracing the bottom of it.
"Well. I think you're special." Ruby says, putting on a grin, remembering the way her room looked after the night. "Which by the way, about this morning." She said, fidgeting. "Why'd you do it?"
"Do what?" Weiss asked, although Ruby can tell she knows exactly what she meant.
"You know, my room?" Ruby nudged on, her finger motioning the environment.
Weiss was quiet, her eyes looking to the floor in front of her. She didn't know how to voice her reasons, didn't know how to put it in a way she didn't want to sound endearing. "Why not? Looks as if it benefits you. Now that I'm here the second time, I don't feel as suffocated. I don't know how you go around with that kind of mess."
"You mean it benefits you." Ruby corrects, laughing. Weiss 'hmph'ed at this with a glare not intending to hurt anyone. Ruby only smiles sweetly, no sense of mockery, or pride in those curled lips. Any customer she had serviced would've taken the opportunity to lunge at the crack of her vulnerability.
"I love the new look." She says finally. "Thank you."
Weiss is pleased, "Of course, I only offer the best." She places a hand on Ruby's lap, tracing small circles and leaning close. "You can repay me however."
This catches Ruby off guard, making her gulp. Quickly picking herself up, she catches on to the hints, reeling in closer like an attraction to the opposite side of the magnet. "In Lien?"
The hand on her lap slides into her inner thigh. "Why are you such a dunce?" She whispers.
Ruby shrugs. "I swear I'm not always like this," she answers steadily before closing the distance that was the space in between their lips. It was gentle as it was alluring. A gradual pace into a slow and passionate make-out. Like a chart, there was a rise of need and want meeting each other, that line had only increased with how their hands had brushed the surface of their skin. Want decreased and the need was all there was to liven up the session in a more heated battle to dominate one another.
Ruby had topped her in the end, her skill at pleasuring Weiss having improved since their first meeting. She lays on her side, watching the girl fully relax into the bed.
"May I?" She asked, the permission to hug hung in the air.
"Sure." Weiss murmured, already enveloped in a firm and very naked embrace.
The warmth is singular, and it is spreading.
The first ray of light hits Ruby's eyelids, waking up to the dew of the early morning.
The bed was empty, as she would expect, yet it manages to grow certain loneliness from the lack of Weiss being in her life. It had only been the second night of their session and Ruby was starting to feel empty the more she slept with her. Rather than feeling fulfilled with a purpose served, it only brought her more questions than answers.
Her stomach growled and only now did Ruby notice the smell of her room. It was a hunger pang inducing-scent of food. Standing up, she tracks the source to the counter. Lien taken, note present, with a covered plate beside it.
"Last night was something. Have this as thanks. P.S- You sleep heavily to notice anything. Also, consider stocking your fridge."
An arrow points towards the plate. When she opens the cover, the content was mouthwatering to Ruby. It was a nicely done egg toast.
She ate it with glee, another bright day starting ahead of her. This time around, she checked in to work before Blake could even stamp hers. When difficult customers come charging in the front door, Ruby only puts up a smile, more real than it is fake, not a single snarky comment or rude behavior affecting her and actually adhering to Pyrrha's advice of the code.
"Are you in love?" Pyrrha asks, almost teasingly. Ruby's head lifts upward so fast she bumped the shelf above her from the scroll she had been fixing.
"She is!" Blake declares, both of them giggling.
With a painful flinch and a hand coming to rub the bruising spot, she looks at her two friends with a frown. "No, I'm not."
I think I am.
"It suits you," Pyrrha says.
"Who's the lucky person?" Blake presses on, a smug smirk plastering on both their faces.
"No one." Ruby answers.
I'm the lucky person.
The two were on her tail, getting every chance to slide in the question the rest of the day it was annoyingly funny to get them this curious.
"Come on!" Pyrrha says after her when Ruby had taken her jacket to leave for home. "I'm your Advisor!"
"Bbyyyeeeee, Advisor!" She says as she walks away, taking out her scroll to call Junior.
Maybe her world doesn't have to be so dark after all.
A/N: Went to my hometown where internet didn't exist so I took time to write these out for fun, so yes it's completed, just not published here yet. Did some research and I know there are things that could be added or otherwise changed based on the occupation, but lol I don't have the time for that anymore. Hope it's still worth the read regardless.
Gotta add that in order to really write this out (because internet problems at the time), I had to try doing what Ruby did here (and future chapters). Which was smoke at least once imao.
Reviews would be awesome. (My lungs would be happy).
Edit:
Changed from mild to heavy sexual content because my first warning despite the rating being M didn't do justice. To which I apologize for and would certainly not make this mistake again. This is like the second time I wrote something like this and I wasn't aware how strongly suggestive it was. This is smut isn't it. S h i t.