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May 14th: Snow Day


Weiss trudged through the field of snow, Yang practically tripping over herself as she waded through ahead of her.

"This is ridiculous. I can't believe you're seriously making us have a snowball fight!" The heiress grumbled, though her heart clearly wasn't into her chide. Vale's winters might not be as fierce as the ones in Atlas but at least most pathways were regularly cleared.

"Well, it isn't like we have to be in class right now!" The brawler returned a giant grin. "Come on, Weiss! Don't you live in Atlas? Aren't you used to the cold?"

"Oh, the cold isn't bothering me. It's the fact that you seem to think pelting each other with balls of ice is something along the lines of 'fun'."

All she got in return was Yang sticking out her tongue.

"Hey! You're cheating!"

"How so?"

"You're using your semblance to melt the snowballs! That's not fair!"

"Life ain't fair, princess!"

"GAH! YOU-"

"WOAH!"

"Don't you think you went a bit overboard?"

"How so?"

"Very funny, Snow Angel. Defending yourself is one thing but freezing someone in a block of ice is another."

Weiss huffed as she snuggled into her girlfriend's chest, the skin unnaturally cold but quickly heating from the larger girl's semblance and the nearby fireplace.

"Well, if you could use your semblance, I can use mine."

"And just why were you carrying a vial of dust with you today?"

Blue shone up at her, mischief dancing within the orbs.

Yang rolled her eyes, though kept her smile. It wasn't like arguing was going to change her stubborn lover's mind and it wasn't like it was a big deal anyway; in fact, if giving up the fight meant having the tiny heiress cuddle with her, any threat of frostbite mattered little to her.

She took in a deep breath, drinking in the minty fragrance of Weiss's shampoo. Her mind fluttered on the fringes of consciousness. Slowly, the brawler fell asleep, awakening only minutes later with an empty lap. Rising up from her lounging chair, she stopped and settled back again when she spotted Weiss returning from the kitchen with two steaming cups in her hand. She could smell the chocolate from across the room.

"Here, something to keep you awake." She allowed one of her rare smiles to pass across her lips as she handed Yang one of the mugs. "Careful, it's hot."

"Blah blah blah, you're hot." Yang teased, bringing the rim up to her lips and chugging the hot cocoa down, to Weiss's surprise and slight disgust. She took in a deep breath as she returned an empty cup. "It was just right."

The heiress simply shook her head. "How did I fall in love with you?"

Weiss threw herself back onto her girlfriend's lap, Yang letting out a hiss as their skin collided and nerves shot the cold feeling to her brain. "What the heck, Princess? I've got my semblance going on full blast; how are you still so cold?"

"I though you said I was hot?"

Yang raised an eyebrow, her frown set in stone.

The smirk on the ice queen's face never faltered, drawing herself in close and bringing her arms around the blonde girl's neck. "How about you help me out, then?"

Yang barely had any time to react as their lips crashed together, the smaller girl quickly taking the lead and cupping her cheek. Despite the initial stun to her still waking mind, the brawler quickly reciprocated, pushing back and drawing her fingers through pale strands while nipping at the other girl's lower lip, elicitng a quiet giggle from the heiress.

Beside them, the fireplace burned brightly, casting long, orange, flickering shapes across the room. As the two broke apart and opened their eyes, they took in everything about the other's form, including the gleam that seemed separate from the reflection of the fire's glow.

There was no other place in the world they'd rather be that day.


Much shorter than I usually make, but I don't exactly have a ton of time for writing this week. Hope you guys enjoyed nonetheless.