Ruby let out an expansive sigh and flopped down on Weiss' bed, laying next to her partner of almost four years. The heiress herself was deep in a book, and the reading glasses on her face made her look almost unbearably cute to the brunette.
Warm lamplight lit the room, and a cool breeze blew in an open window as night fell over Beacon Academy.
"Weiss…"
The white haired girl didn't look up from her book. "What Ruby."
"Yang and Blake are gone… their hunt is gonna last till tomorrow…"
"And your point is?"
Ruby blushed and touched the tips of her fingers together. "You know. We gonna do it?"
Weiss adjusted her glasses. "I don't know. Are we?"
"Pfft, of course we are," Ruby chuckled. "I know you need it."
"I may love you more than anything on the face of this planet Ruby Rose, but I do not need 'it.' I don't need anything."
Ruby frowned and plopped her head into Weiss' lap, grinning as they fell into the familiar banter they always engaged in before making love. "Well you need me, right?"
Weiss turned a page. "That's besides the point."
"So you don't wanna do the do tonight?"
"I'll be completely fine if we don't."
Weiss might have been trying her best, but Ruby could still tell by the flutter in her voice that she was lying. "You're being stubborn Weiss."
Weiss looked at her for the first time that night, favoring her with a wry grin. The way her loose hair framed her delicate face and pale scar only made Ruby want her that much more.
"Maybe I am," the heiress said. "So be it."
Ruby sighed and let her eyes roam around the room, knowing that Weiss would come around sooner or later. The white haired girl was stubborn like no one she had ever met, but even she wasn't immune to Ruby's cuteness for long. But as the brunette's eyes alighted upon Myrtenaster - Weiss' rapier - sitting on the heiress' desk, a wicked idea sprang into her head.
She pecked Weiss on the cheek and stood up, glancing behind her to find that the heiress was deliberately not looking at her. She strode over to Myrtenaster and picked it up, sliding her fingers over the textured grip. She admired it's purity of form; as much as she loved Crescent Rose, she had to admit that Myrtenaster was a beautiful weapon.
She turned around and made a show of inspecting the weapon, holding it close to her face. "So uh, you don't need anything tonight, right Weiss?"
"Nothing at all," Weiss answered without looking up.
"Alright, so you won't really mind if I do this," Ruby said. She stuck out her tongue and ran it across the hilt, then poked her tongue in and out of the gaps in the crossguard. She made sure to moan as provocatively as she could the whole time.
Weiss' book fell to the ground with a dull thwump. Ruby had never seen such a powerful combination of disbelief, fury, and arousal on her face before. The heiress threw her reading glasses onto her bed.
"Ruby, drop my rapier, now."
Instead of complying, the brunette slid the hilt down in between her ample breasts, then ran her tongue slowly up and down the blade. Thankfully Myrtenaster was a foil and while the tip was pointed, the blade itself was flat and harmless. She made sure to moan extra loud and meet Weiss' eyes while doing so.
The heiress stood up from the bed with shaky legs, and took a dangerous step towards her. "You have five seconds to drop it."
This time, Ruby went even further. She slid the hilt down her chest, past her waist, and into her pajama pants. She wasn't wearing panties; she never did when she was alone with Weiss. The cold metal of the pommel touched her center, and her gasp wasn't entirely faked. She smiled seductively and began to grind herself up and down on it, licking and stroking the blade the whole time.
Weiss took another hesitant step forward, but Ruby could see in her eyes how much the older girl was warring with herself. She looked conflicted beyond measure, as if she couldn't decide whether to stop Ruby, enjoy the show, or join her. Jealousy and arousal shone in her ice-blue eyes in equal measure, and Ruby knew the jealousy existed because the heiress hated the idea of Ruby doing those things to anyone but her.
That made what she was doing even more erotic. She felt a dull heat build in her stomach, and she was surprised to find that she was getting aroused by this. Putting on a show for Weiss was something she had never really done before, but she found herself quite enjoying it. It was exciting and new, sharp and intense.
Fury crept into Weiss' voice, alongside a powerful need. "Ruby, I'm going to…"
The brunette raised an eyebrow. "You're going to what?"
Suddenly the heiress' eyes sharpened, as if she had just had a terrible idea. "Actually, I'm not going to do anything to you."
Ruby moaned loudly and bucked her hips onto Myrtenaster's hilt. She felt it grow slick and wet, but that only made it easier to grind on it. "Y-You sure about that?"
Weiss' eyes flickered over to the corner of Ruby's bed, and then she grinned wickedly. "Yes, actually."
Ruby followed her gaze, and then felt a cold chill when she saw what was resting there. Weiss sauntered over to Crescent Rose and picked it up, then held it close to her face, mimicking how Ruby had made a show of inspecting it earlier.
"I know exactly what I'm going to do to your precious Crescent Rose though."
"You wouldn't," Ruby gasped.
A powerful feeling of arousal swept through Ruby's body, and she felt her knees grow weak as Weiss ran her tongue across the burnished metal of the compact sniper rifle - scythe. She wanted her girlfriend so badly right now, but she wasn't going to be the first one to give in. She wanted to make Weiss come to her for once.
So she continued her show, even going so far as to lift her black tank top off of her head, exposing her chest. She rubbed and pinched one of her own nipples while still grinding herself on the hilt of Myrtenaster, making sure to gaze longingly at her partner the whole time.
Weiss narrowed her eyes and lifted her own nightgown off of her head, leaving her in only a pair of white lace panties and black knee socks. She held Crescent Rose vertically and ran it up and down her chest, even going so far as to rub the textured rubber pistol grip on one of her tiny pink nipples.
Ruby's knees buckled, and she didn't think she could stand any longer. A furious blush rose to her cheeks, but she still wasn't ready to give in. And if she was honest, she was getting a strange thrill out of watching Weiss with Crescent Rose. She fell to her knees, then dropped her pajama pants down around them.
She lifted the soft leather grip of Myrtenaster and placed it up against her core.
Weiss glared at her with the fury of a thousand suns. "Don't you dare."
Ruby grinned wickedly, leaned back so that the blade wouldn't catch on the floor, and slid it up and inside of her. The hilt was already slick and wet with her own juices, and it wasn't much of a struggle. The grip was warm by now, but the metal pommel was still cold and she gasped with pleasure and shock.
"Oh, Weisssss," she moaned, as she slid Myrtenaster in and out of herself. It felt surprisingly good, almost too good. She thought of Weiss' fingers wrapped around the hilt of the rapier, and it only increased her arousal.
The heiress grit her teeth in fury, but her eyes blazed with desire. She lifted her hand slowly to the button that would unlock Crescent Rose so that it could be fully extended, and Ruby's eyes went wide.
"O-Oh c'mon, not fair! I didn't extend your weapon!" Ruby managed to say. It was hard to speak while she was pleasuring herself with Myrtenaster at the same time.
"That's because my weapon can't extend you dunce! Now stop… masturbating with my rapier!"
"Well you stop touching yourself with my baby!" Ruby shouted back.
"Your baby?! I'm your baby!" Weiss screeched. She extended Crescent Rose with a cold precision, as if she had done it a hundred times before. Then she planted it on the ground like a pole and slid her body up and down it like a dancer, moving sensually and slowly, gazing at Ruby the whole time with heavily-lidded eyes.
Ruby felt a growing heat inside her core, and realized with a start that she was close to finishing. She couldn't believe that she was actually about to get off on Weiss' weapon, but she couldn't allow Weiss to win. She couldn't stop. So she slowed down her movements, making them erotic instead of rushed and needy. She ran a hand over her abs - Weiss' hidden weakness - and moaned the heiress' name, which succeeded in distracting her for a moment.
"Ooh you little-" Weiss hissed. She ran her tongue up and down the haft of Crescent Rose once more, then held it horizontally so that the long shaft of the weapon ran parallel to the ground. She placed it in between her legs and shifted her panties to the side, then started moving back and forth on it. She moaned softly and flipped her hair out of her face, and Ruby had to remember not to get too excited. She couldn't finish yet, she still had to beat Weiss.
From there it became a competition, one where each of them tried to outlast the other and at the same time do things even more erotic than before.
But Ruby found that she was losing, fast. Her breathing was quick and forced, and even her corded arms were beginning to tire with exertion. Her muscled frame was covered in a thin layer of sweat, and the breeze from the window was raising goose bumps on her back.
The sight of her girlfriend - who she considered the most gorgeous woman in the entire world - grinding herself on Crescent Rose with her hair down and her face flushed was quickly proving too much for her. And simply put, those black knee socks should be illegal.
They were both moaning and panting, each of them obviously enjoying the show the other was putting on. Ruby's eyes roamed across Weiss' body, falling into it's dips and curves, climbing it's peaks, and Weiss' did the same. Whenever their gazes met they both blushed furiously and looked elsewhere. Ruby couldn't help herself, and grabbed one of her breasts and started slowly massaging it. Apparently her plan was working too: Weiss couldn't look away.
But then the heiress did something she hadn't expected, something she hadn't imagined in her deepest, wettest dreams. Weiss turned Crescent Rose so that the charging handle for the bolt - a cylinder of metal about an inch across and half a foot high - was pointed up into the air, and then placed it in between her legs and sank down onto it.
Ruby's eyes went wide, and she struggled furiously to not climax right then and there. It wasn't helping that she was now rubbing her most sensitive spot with her free hand, but she couldn't help it.
And then it got worse. Since Crescent Rose was unloaded there was no friction on the bolt - Ruby had designed it that way. So when Weiss thrust her hips forward, the charging handle thrust forward with her; when she moved back, it moved back too.
The heiress repeated this motion for a few seconds, and it combined with the heiress' completely sincere moans was simply too much for Ruby.
A furious heat swept through her body and her limbs went weak; she moaned out Weiss' name and her legs trembled. She thrust Myrtenaster out harder and faster than before, and gasped at the overwhelming sensations taking over her body. She felt the hilt of Myrtenaster grow slick, and she knew that she had lost.
Lost in the burning heat of her climax, she didn't realize that Weiss was climaxing with her. She thought of Weiss, looked at her, felt her presence, their auras intertwined, and while she was coming the only thing in her mind was Weiss. Her partner and girlfriend became her entire world for a few long, powerful seconds. She loved her so much.
When she finally got control of herself and looked up, she found the older girl kneeling on the ground as well, breathing heavily with a face as red as Ruby's namesake.
When Ruby finally caught her breath, she spoke. "Weiss… did you just…"
The heiress didn't answer, but stared at the ground instead. "Ruby, you're cleaning Myrtenaster before Yang and Blake come back."
"Oh not fair! You have to clean Crescent Rose then too!"
Weiss finally met her gaze. "Fine, I suppose that's only right. But…"
Ruby gingerly removed Myrtenaster from inside of her, then laid it on the ground next to her. "But what?"
Weiss shook her head. "It's nothing. It's stupid."
Ruby crawled to her girlfriend on all fours, and her heart melted at the way Weiss looked up at her with a mix of trepidation and nervousness. No one ever saw Weiss nervous but her, and the thought was not lost on her.
"Can we… cuddle first?" Weiss whispered.
Ruby grinned and nodded, then grasped Weiss' chin and pulled her in for a slow, passionate kiss. Even though she felt spent and exhausted, she carefully picked Weiss up and carried her to the heiress' bed, then laid her down on the soft white sheets.
"My hero," Weiss muttered.
Ruby laughed and laid down beside her, smiling when the heiress immediately wrapped her arms around her and curled into her. Ruby buried her face in Weiss' hair and took in a deep breath.
"You never have to ask me to cuddle Weiss," she replied, her voice muffled by the heiress' hair. "I thought you knew that. We can do it anytime. I love snuggling with you."
Weiss shifted in her arms. "Thank you. I know. And I love you."
Ruby moved her head and kissed her again, soft and slow. "I love you too."
Crescent Rose and Myrtenaster lay on the floor, forgotten for the night. In the end, all Ruby and Weiss truly wanted was eachother. All they truly needed was eachother.
They simply loved eachother that much.
This was never meant for the public eye. It was uploaded because of a bet. This is almost literally PWP (porn without plot.) Don't read this. Don't judge me for it. I hate you Team Butts-N-Stuff. Corn.