I was very eager to finally try out Winter's perspective and ended up typing this today. Please review if you enjoyed!
When Winter awoke to the sun shining in her eyes she almost hissed. Typically she was all for being the first one up (after all "the early bird catches the worm"), but this particular morning hurt like hell. Her whole body was soar, and it felt like a ton of bricks was being banged around inside her head. It took what felt like an eternity for her to make sense of her surroundings. A scarcely decorated room with bottles strewn all over the floor met her line of sight. She practically dissolved upon realization of where she was.
"Fuck me." The words left her mouth before she could stop them. Sure enough turning to look to her right another person was occupying the bed.
Qrow was lying on his stomach with his eyes closed and forehead knotted in concentration. She heard heavy breathing from his mouth and noticed he was in a pair of jeans and a red shirt, both different from what he had been wearing last night. She lay there for at least 10 minutes, frowning, her mind as vacant as a fresh blanket of snow. After debating her options, she came to the decision that she would risk leaving before he woke. At the moment the last thing she wanted was to deal with whatever had happened the night before. All she really desired was a nice cup of coffee and a run to wake herself up. The sooner her body got over this hangover and back into the swing of things the better.
At any other time in her life she might have been freaked out by the circumstances of her morning. The only reason she wasn't losing her mind right now was that the exact same situation had happened to her two months ago. Same bar, same room, same man.
Except that time, I hadn't made the idiotic decision of drinking myself into oblivion. Winter cursed herself. And I remembered all the events of the night prior. This time the only thing she could recall from last night was swallowing a shot of black scarlet and knowing she would regret it later. That shot had signified her defeat.
Ever so slowly Winter shifted the comforter off her body. The air hit her like a cold blast of wind. Does he not have the heater on? Upon looking down she realized that the reason she was cold was because her only clothes were a pair of blue panties. Why am I naked? Did he really fuck me while I was out of it? The masochistic bastard! She opened her mouth to scream him out of his current dream state when his own voice cut her off.
"It's not what it looks like."
That was the final straw. "Oh like hell you're going to use that line on me. Qrow? Me? You actually think I'd fall for that? And what have you been doing these past 15 minutes? Pretending to be sleeping? How inconsiderately incompetent!"
His mouth was hanging open. She followed his line of sight to her breasts. Really, is that all he cares about right now? The next second her fist was crashing into his jaw, "Why are staring at my boobs at a time like this! Its not like you didn't see them last night!"
Qrow's head bounced backwards. He let out a huff of anger but suppressed his rage quickly. "Look I'm sorry about the incident on the sidewalk but-"
"The sidewalk?" Her eyes got as huge as saucers and her volume only increased with every word, "We did it in public?"
His eyebrows were knit in confusion before he seemed to connect the dots, "Oh you don't remember what happened!" Is that tone happy? Why the hell is he happy?
She practically shook with rage. It took all her discipline to bring herself back to her composed unreadable self. "Qrow," her voice was shockingly devoid of emotion, "Did we, or did we not, have sex last night?"
He held up a hand, "We did not. I swear." In this situation she didn't think he would be one to lie. Her breathing began to return to a normal level until he added, "Although, I did… kind of… do a body shot off your boobs."
Her mouth dropped open like a fish.
He took a step backwards, "I figured I should tell you, because hey, honesty is important right?"
The girl carefully got out of bed, not caring about her state of dress, and approached him. Knowing what was coming next Qrow grimaced and shut his eyes. He didn't see her wind up the slap, but he sure felt it.
It hurt like a bitch.
It had taken him a good hour to tell Winter exactly what had happened last night. It would have gone quicker if she hadn't felt the need to interrupt his explanation every 30 seconds with a condescending remark or allegation. He didn't really blame her, but it still hurt his pride.
"You passed out and I ended up carrying you back here."
"So nothing happened on the way?"
"Nothing!"
"Then why am I naked?"
"Like I know! Why do you think I was staring this morning?"
She had raised an eyebrow as if to say, "Really? You're going with that?"
He had practically started ripping his hair out, "You had your clothes on the entire trip back."
"So they disappeared when I got here?" he could hear the warning in the way she said 'disappeared'.
'"You didn't let me finish. You had them the whole time we were here, which included you barfing all over my bathroom."
"Did they disappear after that?"
"Seriously?" if she interrupted again he swore he was going to strangle her, "No! As far as I know you went to bed in that stupid dress!"
To his surprise she had stopped talking and proceeded to search the entire room. After 5 minutes She found her alcohol-stained dress under the bed.
"Now I know what you're thinking but I swear-"
"Qrow," the tone of her voice had shut him up, it was tired and surprisingly not accusatory, "Give it a rest. I believe you… and I'm sorry."
He was still shocked that it had all worked out without either of them killing each other. In the past she probably would have used the argument as an excuse to stab him through with her sword. He sighed.
Winter had asked to use his shower and he had quickly agreed. It had been nearly impossible to have a serious conversation with her practically bare-naked in front of him. He admitted that he found her method of interrogation hot, but he never would have told her that.
He used her being in the shower as an excuse to grab a beer from his fridge and pop the cap. He drank a long gulp before sighing; the taste wasn't doing anything for him. He shrugged and made his way lazily over to his living room before letting himself fall onto the couch.
After a minute he switched the TV on. He needed a background buzz to keep his mind off of Winter. Winter in his shower. Winter using his soap. Fuck. Last time she had spent the night they had gone in there together to "wind down". He was happy to admit that had been the best shower of his life. Ever since then it had been hard to get her off his mind. He still had no clue how he had ever gotten her to agree to it, especially since neither of them had been drunk at the time.
He heard the water click off and his body automatically stiffened. What the fuck? This is stupid, I've seen her naked what… 3 times now? I shouldn't be this affected. He drained the rest of the beer.
He heard footsteps and was shocked when the girl sat down beside him on the couch. "Should you really be drinking?" she asked, unabashed by her current state. Qrow let his eyes do a quick once over. See, nothing you can't handle. She had put on one of his old t-shirts. I haven't seen that thing in years. He admitted she looked good but it wasn't anything new. He didn't understand why his heart automatically started speeding up. Fuck, I'm acting like a schoolboy around his first crush.
"No." he replied honestly, "But that's never stopped me before."
She just shook her head at his response, before grabbing the remote and changing the channel to the news. Qrow's intrigue was piqued when he thought he recognized the street they were showing. Apparently they were doing some sort of report on public displays of affection and how people needed to watch out because a couple was seen last night-
Qrow grabbed the remote and immediately turned the TV off. He felt Winter's eyes probing into his back. He didn't meet her gaze.
"So, about last night," he flinched at her rocky tone, "Are you sure no one saw us?"
Fuck me. This is not going well. He decided to face the woman head on. His scarlet eyes locked onto her ice blue ones. "No. I can't be sure that no one saw us. I made out with your neck in front of a full bar. People undoubtedly saw who we were."
Her eyes continued to stare into his. At this point Qrow was convinced she was going to kill him. A year ago he happily would have tried to fight back but he wasn't so sure he had the heart to hurt her anymore. He mentally prepared for the end. I hope Yang and Ruby weren't watching the news this morning.
When Winter's mouth broke into a huge grin and a bubble of laughter escaped her mouth Qrow was convinced he was already dead and in hell. The girl to his left was practically shaking with laughter. Did someone slip something into my drink? Did someone slip something in her drink?
She didn't stop laughing for a good minute. After wiping tears from her eyes she grinned at him, "The look on your face," she broke into another fit of laughter.
He frowned.
"You're looking at me like I'm going to assassinate you in your sleep." Every word was separated by a chuckle.
"And the way your laughing right now isn't making me think something different." He was legitimately concerned.
She rolled her eyes at him and leaned over, pressing a kiss to his cheek. Qrow couldn't help but think it was a kiss goodbye before she sliced his throat. He had always been the one to initiate their kisses in the past.
He watched her skeptically as she got off the couch, making sure his eyes focused on her head and not her incredibly long legs.
She walked into his kitchenette and opened the fridge. The rows of alcohol in there clanged like gongs as the door swung open. Winter pushed aside a few half full bottles and grabbed one of the few other items that was inside.
She opened the egg carton and removed four eggs. Then she started making breakfast.
The whole time Qrow watched the scene play out he was convinced he was undergoing some sick kind of punishment.
The way Qrow had been dissecting her every movement for the past 4 hours was one of the funniest things she had ever experienced. He would flinch whenever she approached him and laugh nervously when she would try to tell a joke.
The power she had felt so addicting. At one point when she had dragged her hand along the base of his neck he had practically jumped out of his skin. She had almost felt bad for him. Almost.
Upon seeing the newscast she had immediately guessed that the circumstance they were hinting at last night had something to do with her. When she'd seen Qrow's eyes practically bug out of his head she had been sure of it. She had processed her feelings and been shocked to find that she wasn't upset. Seeing the way that Qrow rushed to power off the television had given her a sense of control. She'd figured that she could have some fun with this.
After 4 hours of teasing she was starting to get sick of it. Am I really that scary? The way he was acting made it seem like she was the devil incarnate. What was even worse was the fact that she was now feeling extremely horny. Is this what alcohol does? If so I swear to never touch the damn thing again. Maybe he's right and I really do have sadistic tendencies. She mentally face palmed.
Winter wasn't the type of person to hint at something. She acted. For the moment her hangover felt much better. We both obviously have feelings for each other. Am I over thinking this?
Turning towards Qrow who was standing an uncomfortable distance away she made her decision. She paced towards him only to stop a foot away, "Hey, since I don't remember what happened last night, who won the bet?"
He narrowed his eyes, "Why?"
"Does there have to be a reason?" She was sick of his scrutiny. "Look, I'm not furious ok? I'm not going to slaughter you, in fact I think the alcohol has gone to my skull or something because when I look at you my heart starts pounding really fast. So will you please snap out of it and kiss me?" Usually he would have been desperately trying to get in her pants by now. Is it weird that I miss that?
"Oh I get it." The way that grin took over his face she knew he had returned to normal, "Your horny."
She sighed, "Yep. You got me. So who won the bet?"
He raised an eyebrow at her, "As much I'd like to say that I won, I should probably be honest. We both ended up drinking about the same amount before you passed out."
They both stood there awkwardly for a second, neither knowing the best way to start off. Oh fuck it all. Winter ended the silence by clearing her throat, "Then what about we continue with that word game we started last night?"
He shrugged, he could still recall the taste of his last beer and in all honesty it hadn't been that great. "My last drink could be described as mellow."
She shook her head at him practically rolling her eyes. "Not like that. Like this." She grabbed the edge of the t-shirt she was wearing and in one fluid motion pulled it off, leaving just her blue panties. Once the black shirt was lying on the floor her eyes locked on his and she breathed out, "Sensuous."
Crow was trying his best to keep his eyes on her face and she knew it. She couldn't help but grin, "Its your turn you know."
He didn't hesitate to take off his own shirt. The way his arms flexed and his abs bunched as he threw the top across the room didn't get missed by her sharp eyes. His agile form had taken her breath away their first night together. She could recall the way he had stripped himself as quickly as possible, preventing her from feeling the way it felt to take his clothes off. This time she wasn't going to let that happen.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" she asked raising an eyebrow.
He stared at her blankly.
"Qrow?"
"Yeah?"
"What's your describing word?" she practically face palmed.
"Oh um…" It took him a good 20 seconds to come up with one. He stared directly in her eyes before smirking and announcing the word, "Titillating."
She nearly broke out into laughter. Well at least its obvious what's on his mind. Inside she choked down her laugh and took the step that was separating them.
"Rousing," she breathed out the word and before she could hesitate grabbed his hand and placed it directly onto her chest. That was all the direction the man needed. The next thing she knew his other hand was on her ass hoisting her up. Her legs automatically wrapped around his waist. His other hand tightened around her right breast, squeezing. Winter let out a puff of air and looked directly into his crimson eyes. Less than an inch away his were staring passionately back at her. She immediately recognized that same animalistic light that had enchanted her the first time they met. She wrapped her hands around his neck, diving her fingers into his hair before pulling back on the thick locks. She heard him let out a growl.
A moment later his lips pressed fiercely against her own. Not wasting time with a gentle exploration he dove his tongue into her mouth. She let out a moan.
Oh Oum, how I've missed this.
Stay tuned in for the next chapter! ;)
