Day Two: Moonlight

Rated T for foreplay.

This was heavily inspired by a great picture on tumblr by artesstr.

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It was a rare calm night in Atlas, no snow or strong winds, it made Qrow very happy as he flew towards the Schnee manor.

Don't misunderstand, he would battle a storm to see his girl, he just preferred not to.

It wasn't his first time sneaking in, so he went straight for her balcony and landed on the railing, trying to look inside.

The full moon was giving off enough light that he could see her asleep with her back to him and to his surprise the door was obviously not shut properly, he made a note to lecture/tease her about the security risk and changed back into his normal form.

He shut the door behind him, propped his scythe against the wall, and kept something hidden behind his back as he crept across the unnecessarily large room.

He was about five steps away when her she rolled over and he froze, struck by her beauty.

Her hair was loose and slightly mussed, exactly the way he like it, and the moonlight gave it and her pale skin an almost celestial glow. In her sleep she looked so peaceful and content, as if the many problems and worries that she told him about didn't exist.

Gods, he was a lucky bastard.

He sat on the edge of her bed, on a blanket that probably cost more than he made in month and touched her arm.

"Winter," he said, softly at first, then louder as he repeated himself.

He wasn't worried about waking the other people in the house, he knew from experience someone could be very loud in this room without anyone else hearing.

Winter's eyes opened and focused on him, she was glad to see him, then annoyed when she realised that he had broken in while she slept.

"Hey," he grinned.

She sat up, holding the bedsheet against her chest to either cover herself or stay warm, he wasn't sure and honestly, wasn't thinking too hard about it, distracted by the glimpse of silk underneath.

"Why are you here so late?" She sounded irritated, but he was hoping that was more from being woken up.

"You invited me up here for your birthday, remember?"

"The party isn't until Friday."

"But it's your birthday now."

She looked at the clock by her bed, it was past midnight, "I suppose it is."

"So…" he held up the present that he'd been hiding, "happy birthday."

She let out an amused scoff and took the gift from his hand, causing the sheet to fall from her chest.

The silk he'd seen was negligee, violet in colour, hugging her hips and breasts tightly, and it didn't look like it covered much if any of her thighs.

There was no way she didn't hear the bestial grunt that he couldn't keep down, but she didn't react

"That's a nice nightgown."

"This old thing, thank you," there was a hint of a flirt in her tone, and he was sure he could see a smirk.

There was no way that was more than a week old, and way too sheer for the cold Altas nights; she was up to something.

Winter parted the light blue wrapping paper slowly and cleanly, as she'd been taught. It was obvious that the gift was a book, but she was curious and wary about what sort of book this scoundrel would get her.

If it was a book of sex positions, she was going to beat him over the head with it.

Instead, she saw the title Cooking Made Simple.

"Very funny," she grumbled. You accidently set one oven on fire trying to make dinner for someone and they never let you hear the end of it.

"I thought so," he smirked, "aren't you supposed to thank someone when they get you a gift."

"Thank you, Qrow," she said without a hint of sincerity.

"Your welcome," he scooted closer, "take off the cover."

"Pardon?"

He pointed at the removable plastic jacket on the book.

Much more curious this time, she did what he said and found a completely different book underneath, this one was older but very familiar to her.

"Tales of the Shattered Moon," her voice was soft with nostalgia, she wanted to hug to book to her chest.

A wave of memories washed over her, sitting on her grandfather's lap while he read to her, laughing at the funny voices he made.

Qrow grinned at the happiness radiating from her.

"I love it, thank you" she leaned forward and kissed his cheek, "how did you know about this?"

"You told me."

"When?"

"Not long after we first met, I was telling you about my nieces and the stories I used to read to 'em and you talked about that one. I spotted it a while back and thought you'd like it."

This was not a copy that you just found in a store, this was early edition, something you had to track down.

"You remembered that?"

"Yeah," he sounded almost bashful, "I know you don't think so, but I listen to you."

Clearly. She put the book on her bedside table, "come here."

"Yes, ma'am."

He was kissing her before she could lie down, unable to wait after not seeing her for more than a fortnight, she seemed to feel the same way.

"I really like this thing," he rubbed his thumb over the soft material barely covering her breast.

It was hard to talk when he was touching her like that, but she managed, "I spotted it a while back and thought you'd like it."

He paused, but very briefly, "you knew I was coming tonight."

She smirked.

He sighed, sounding more disappointed than he was, "I'm getting predictable."

"Not really, I expected you a few hours earlier."

"How rude of me," he whispered as he kissed under her ear, "allow me to make it up to you."

I figure if Qrow can carry his scythe while in bird form then a book should be fine.