Warning: This is rated M for a reason. It contains sexually explicit scenes. If this offends you, don't read it. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Wiess was a creature of habit, and Beacon had its own habit her life of habit a living hell. Gone were the days of punctuality that bordered on OCD, gone were her daily routines of grooming, eating and sleeping. Beacon had taken her life and made all the neatness that she had worked so hard to preserve in her life, thrown it on the ground, beat it to death with a blunt instrument and laughed a it's corpse. Wiess had had to compromise on so many fronts that she was beginning to lose control of her life; it felt like Beacon was determined to break her. However, there was one thing that Wiess absolutely refused to change to fit Beacon's expectations; she would never give up the pleasure that her body could afford her, repercussions be damned. When she had first ventured out of her shell for the first time at Beacon she had taken things slowly, testing the waters, as it were. A casual lean up against the dryer in the shared laundry room while folding clothes, a covert hand between her legs while soaped up in the shower, a pillow between her legs at night while she slept,(this last on had caused problems the next morning, but had been well worth it.) and so on.
But Wiess could only be secretive for so long, and before long her actions began to become more and more reckless, teetering on stupid sometimes. So one day, towards the end of her first semester at Beacon, she got Ruby out of the dorm with the promise of a sale at a local bakery, and proceeded to shoo Yang and Blake out as well. (The last part wasn't hard; Blake and Yang had been spending an unusual amount of time together, even by the standards of good friends.)
Finally alone, Wiess relished her privacy. The door was locked, the windows shut and the curtains drawn, and a towel pushed under the door to muffle her inevitable cries, and she was dressed for comfort, a baggy t-shirt and large flannel pajama bottoms hung from her petite frame and afforded her maximum softness. She reclined on her bed, propped up on a pile of pillows raided from Ruby's bed, and opened her laptop on her stomach. She perused her iTunes library, and settled on a playlist consisting mainly of Headly and Galnarius, an unusual combination she could neither explain nor defend. Nodding her head while Sugar Free played in her headphones she flicked through her various image folders mostly consisting of BL doujins and Yaoi stills. Her material chosen, she slipped her hand into the pajamas and tugged lightly on the hair there.
Her sex was already eager at the prospect of contact after so much time spent derelict, and it wetted her fingers almost immediately. She massaged the length of it with one hand, the other going under the baggy shirt to her breast. Very quickly both her nipples and her clitoris were hard and ready for action. Wiess was really getting into it, breathing heavily and moaning slightly, when the worst possible thing that could have possibly happened, happened. Someone knocked on the door and called her name.