Distractions

by Dinas Emrys

After finally managing to be together, Yang, Weiss, and Blake take advantage of the quiet to enjoy a little 'them' time. But with the three under one roof, a little R&R quickly turns to something more ... active. Bee'sSchnees relationship fluff from my Vigilante AU. Includes Yang's car washing shutting down her girlfriends' reasoning skills, comforting, etc. Fluff.

1. Distractions

Writer's Note: So, a bit of explanation. Distractions shares an AU with Vigilante, but sometimes I feel like writing some character-based fluff and nothing really plot-heavy. This means that I'm writing fairly far in the future of the AU, since I decided to go with consistent updates over chronological content. Distractions is mostly about snapshots in Blake, Weiss, and Yang's relationship, and Vigilante is/will be more about their relationship starting. At some point, I'll be going back and moving some of these chapters into the main Vigilante work (just some, not all).

On the drive home after a long road-trip, Weiss leaves a gas station to find Yang washing their car. Higher reasoning skills shut down.

Distractions

March 3rd, 2015

Weiss knew she was gaping, that her slack jaw was hanging open. At this point, she didn't particularly care.

The car was a particularly bright yellow, something Yang had insisted on after Blake pointed out that the three of them could never fit on the back of the blonde's bike. Yang being Yang, she had tried to sell them on a side-car, but the cramped spaces and prediction of constant fights over which one got to press against their girlfriend's back had sunk that idea.

Then it had been a Sunbeam Tiger she'd fallen in love with – never mind that it only had two seats and the back shelf had no leg room or seatbelts to speak of. The claim that the third person could lie across the shelf had been feeble at best, and meant that Ruby would never be able to drive with them.

They finally settled on a 69 Camaro, complete with soft top and the black-and-yellow paint job Yang insisted on. There was little of the original car left anymore – Yang had rebuilt it almost completely from scratch, creating a monstrosity her more sensible girlfriends were hesitant to touch, much less drive. Weiss had to admit, it was a gorgeous car, all sleek lines and retro style, but that wasn't why she was staring.

The car was nothing next to the half-soaked girl crouched before the hood, her mane of blond hair tied back, her jacket and skirt long abandoned. Water ran down her sides, trickling between the hard muscles of her abs. Soap suds clung to her hands and arms, a few whisking up to stick in the cleavage rising out of her yellow top.

She even seemed to move a little slower, as if time had been kind enough to let this spectacle drag on, to let Weiss drink in the ridiculously sinful sight. Or her heart was racing fast enough to speed up her perception of time. She didn't really care at the moment. As far as she knew, the only thing in the world was that wet, curvy blond atop a soap-covered car.

"Weiss, here's the soda you wa …." Blake stopped mid-sentence, jerking to a halt next to the other girl. Yang had chosen that moment to reach across the car, giving her girlfriends an excellent view down her top as she scrubbed at the black stripe that split the yellow hood. She bent further, her chest pressing into the hood and pushing her already impressive cleavage higher against her chest.

"I've never been jealous of a car before," Weiss said, her throat dry and wanting.

"Our bathroom is big enough. We could have her …." Blake trailed off as Yang moved around to the other side, giving them an excellent view of her hips shifting from back and forth as she scrubbed the hood.

"Blake, whatever you were going to say…"

"Yeah?"

Weiss swallowed as Yang clambered atop the black-and-yellow hood, that magnificent ass swaying from side to side as she worked. She sent silent thanks to whatever in her girlfriend's past had given her a liking for short shorts. God, if this went on any longer, she'd be tempted to pin Yang to the car with her lips. "… we're doing it."

"What are you guys looking at?" Ruby came out of the 7-11, glancing from their blank faces to her older sister, chest pressed against the windshield.

"Come on, guys. Gross. Weiss, shut your mouth. Blake, you're purring."

The two women shook themselves out of their trance, watching as Yang rinsed off the last of the soap before turning the hose on her arms. Her body finally free of suds, the blonde met their eyes, switched off the hose, and winked.

"We're attacking her the second we get home, right?"

"Yup."