Chapter 3 - A Distraction

Sometimes it is just more rewarding to throw caution to the wind.

As the ridiculously tall doorman handed back their IDs, Weiss couldn't help but wonder what sort of bar Blake had decided to drag her to this time.

When they stepped in she immediately started to scan her surroundings; Blake had more than once fooled her into going to establishments that were… less than desirable. To her left, through the crowd of people, she saw a room that was comprised of a few pool tables and other bar games. Most of which were populated by the more "Bro"-centric crowd.

Weiss raised her voice a little to get over the din of the crowd and the background music, "So I take it you come here for the company." She smirked as she kept her gaze on the game room, "They all look like just your type."

Blake followed her gaze to the room on the left , then rolled her eyes. "No," she nodded to the room on the right, "I occasionally come here for that."

Even in her heels Weiss struggled to see past the crowd, but after a small group passed she was able to see an area full of high top tables. Weiss wondered what Blake was referring to so she looked closer, when she did she could just barely make out a small raised platform.

The hair on her neck rose as she realized it was a stage.

"Don't worry," her roommate grinned, "there isn't any live music tonight."

The anxiety that Weiss had been holding in quickly evaporated, and she let out a sigh of relief. It wasn't that she hated live music, but it made conversation in places like this virtually impossible. Not to mention, her and Blake's preferences in music were rarely compatible.

Having looked over the packed side rooms Blake started to move towards the bar in front of them. From what Weiss could see she wasn't optimistic about their chances. There were a few occupied tables scattered here and there, a line of people waiting to order drinks off to the left of the bar, and only a couple of single seats open at the bar.

Before Weiss could voice her opinion Blake pulled on her arm with a smirk. A few seconds later they were seated at the far right side of the bar at the very back.

Her roommate smiled at her as they sat down, "This has got to be one of the quietest spots in the whole place. And don't worry, it is busy now, but it's a Sunday night without any live place will thin out soon."

Weiss took in a deep breath and looked at her surroundings once more. She let out a reluctant sigh, "Fine. It isn't as bad as some of the places you have conned me into going."

Blake opened her mouth to comment, but instead turned when a well built bartender with a sparsely buttoned undershirt and an open dark green waistcoat walked up to them.

"Welcome," the green haired man smiled at them, "my name is Sage. What can get for my first customers of the night?"

Without hesitating Blake responded, "I will have a dark and stormy and my friend will have a gin martini, dirty and wet, with three olives."

Weiss raised an unamused eyebrow at her friend before commenting. "You don't know that was what I was going to order." She scowled, "And, that isn't how you say it."

A satisfied smirk spread across her roommate's face, "I do know that is what you want, because it is the only thing you ever order at a new bar. To quote, 'it is hard to make a poor martini, but very telling when you find a good one.' As for as how I ordered it," Blake snickered, "I know."

Their patient bartender smiled politely, "Well our martinis are pretty decent, but I happen to think that the other bartender here makes an exceptional one." His smile widened, "In fact, if you don't love it, I'll buy the first one for you."

Weiss looked past him to glimpse who this other person he was referring to was, and when she did her eyebrows raised with curiosity.

At first she couldn't get a good look at the woman on the opposite end of the bar, other than a curvy form in tight black jeans and a mass of blond hair. But less then a second later the woman turned her head as she laughed at something the person she was helping had said.

Before Weiss could get a good look she averted her gaze; the backside of the other bartender had been tempting enough. Eyeing attractive women that she could not have was not the distraction she was looking for. Plus, she knew that if she got caught staring Blake would never let her hear the end of it.

Instead, she turned her focus back to their current bartender and gave him a courteous smile, "When you put it that way, it sounds like I can't possibly lose. Thank you."

As he walked away, Blake openly eyed the man, and it certainly wasn't his green filigree vest that she was admiring.

Weiss rolled her eyes, but even she couldn't deny how well the look worked for him. On anyone else it would have had a disheveled appearance, but his features and physique were that of a model. So he actually appeared as if he had stepped off the cover of one of Blake's romance novels.

"Are you sure it's the live music you come here for?" She asked her friend with jovial bemusement.

Blake didn't even bother to look back, "The view here is always good." She eventually turned back in her seat and smirked at Weiss, "I may have brought you here for more than conversation."

An unamused scowl marked Weiss's face at the answer.

Her roommate rolled her eyes to show that she had been kidding, "This place actually has really good drinks." She returned her gaze to the two bartenders with a lascivious smile, "Though I'll admit the two bartenders tonight are exceptionally good looking."

Weiss knew what her friend was trying to accomplish with their current line of conversation, so for her own sake she decided to change the topic, "I've been so busy lately that we haven't had a chance to debrief each other on our classes. How are you finding contract law? I heard Professor Everthorn was teaching it this semester."

The look Blake gave her indicated that her friend knew exactly why Weiss had changed the subject. Her roommate went along with the sudden transition anyhow.

"Right now we have a paper due on creator rights." Blake frowned, "It is pretty infuriating actually. The number of protection clauses that have to be included for the originator to maintain integrity rights is ridiculous. Even then it is disturbing how often their court cases are thrown out and their ideas are stripped and unrecognizably changed without consent. It borders on morally objectionable."

She looked at her friend with more than a little side eye, "I know you are studying Civil Rights Law, but do you always have to find indignation around every corner? Those people are selling what they created. If they didn't want their product to be changed then they should not bother coming to the bargaining table. No one is making them sell."

A raised eyebrow was all Weiss got for a long second, "You of all people know that is patently untrue. Big corporations constantly create hostile markets to force small, promising competitors to sell out."

"Oh please," Weiss fired back, "You make it sound like every corporation has some big scary boogie man pulling it's strings. There are monopoly laws in place that protect small business. You are simply evading the main issue with useless emotion." She tapped her finger pointedly on the bar, "If a corporation wants to make money off of an idea or product then they need to be able to modify said item to make it more profitable."

She sat back and folded her arms, "Free trade demands less restrictions, not more. As soon as you start putting clause after clause into a contract it devalues the sale and limits how a company can produce and see returns on what they bought."

Her roommate turned to mirrored her position, but raised a righteous eyebrow as she spoke, "It is easy to say things are fair when you are always on the side with the power, money, and privilege." Blake shot her a challenging look, "From your tone it sounds like you would be shocked at how often the Schnee Energy Conglomerate is brought up in class as an example of how corporations buy smaller competitors for the sole purpose of completely stripping them into non-existence. What does your father have against renewable energy anyhow?" Blake jibbed.

Weiss couldn't deny that her own father was the perfect example of an unscrupulous corporate head. It was why she often felt a desire to take over. She was about to counter with a court ruling from a few years back in Vacuo, but her momentum was interrupted by the return of their bartender.

"Here were go ladies," their model like bartender opened, "One dark and stormy and one dirty gin martini, wet with three olives."

Blake quickly handed him her card, "Keep it open, please."

"Absolutely," he responded with a golden eyed smile, "Enjoy."

The second he was out of earshot Weiss protested with a frown, "You already got dinner, you can't buy the drinks too."

A smile spread across her friend's face, "If I let you pay we will have two drinks and be out of here in under two hours. You need a real break. So, as your roommate," Blake playfully narrowed her eyes, "who is growing increasingly worried as to what state the apartment will be in if you don't have a breakthrough soon. I insist that you let me preempt the total Schnee meltdown I see on the horizon." She stirred her drink before lifting it, "So here's to a much needed night out."

It was often infuriating how well Blake knew her, but moments like this made her remember exactly why she was so fond of her friend. Neither of them were what could be considered maternal, but almost since the moment they met they had looked out for each other.

She offered her friend an appreciative smirk and lifted her glass to Blake's.

When Weiss took the first sip of her martini, her eyes opened wide in surprise.

"Bad?" Blake asked when she saw her expression.

"No," Weiss answered, still a little shocked, "It's actually fantastic." She looked down at her glass as if it might somehow reveal it's delicious secrets, "The only person who has ever made me a martini this good is Klein. Which is understandable, considering how often he has to make them for mother."

A grin touched her roommate's lips before she took another sip of her own drink, "Told you."

Weiss set down her drink and feigned interested in her skewer of olives. What she was really interested in was the woman that had made her the martini.

She waited until Blake looked preoccupied with her own drink to steal a glance towards her mystery bartender, and found herself completely unprepared to see such a gorgeously tempting woman.

The blond's white button up shirt was neatly rolled to her elbows, though the same care hadn't seemed to have been taken with the buttons up the center of her shirt. A good number of them had been left undone at the top. Weiss tried to avoid staring at the woman's cleavage, but the pointed silver and purple pendant around the woman's neck seem to unabashedly draw Weiss's eyes downward.

It had admittedly been more months than she cared to count since her last dalliance, but now she fully understood why Blake had stared so shamelessly before.

Weiss bit the inside of her lip as thoughts, quite unbefitting for a public setting, started to cross her mind. If the woman hadn't turned away to grab a glass Weiss might have been lost to her promiscuous imagination indefinitely.

Her rational mind told her to turn away, but before she could she saw the blond bend down to grab an item from the bottom shelf. Weiss found herself pointedly staring at not the purple sash that was tucked into the woman's belt as her mouth hung open.

"Told you," Blake uttered smuggly.

The taunting tone of her friend was the only thing that allowed Weiss to finally pry her eyes away. For her trouble, she was met with a know-it-all smirk.

Weiss tried to keep her cheeks from burning, but she had been so thoroughly caught that it seemed pointless to even try. "You-" she started. "I didn't mean- I was just trying to…"

Blake's grin only grew wider.

"I really hate you sometimes," Weiss relented before taking a very long sip of her drink.

"No you don't," her friend answered. "You just hate how long it has been since you got any."

"How cordial of you to distract me from one frustration by pointing out another," Weiss growled before nearly downing the rest of her drink.

A snicker escaped her friend before she offered a pseudo plaction, "Well I recall that our earlier debate was cut short, we could continue our discussion." Blake lowered her voice and leveled her golden eyes on Weiss, "Unless you want to concede."

Weiss raised her skewer of olives, "In your dreams Belladonna," then pointedly dispatched the first one.

Weiss absently played with the empty skewer of her second martini as she listened to Blake present yet another liberally based argument about workers' rights. She was paying attention to her roommate's opening rational and had her rebuttal all but formed.

That was until she saw the hot blond bartender reached up to grab a bottle off the top shelf of the back bar.

The bottom buttons of the woman's dress shirt that hadn't been fastened showed off one of the most a tantalizingly sculpted stomachs that Weiss had ever seen. It made her run her tongue over her teeth as she pined for a woman she hadn't spoken a word to.

It makes me want to pry that gold belt buckle off with m-

"Are you hoping that if you stare hard enough her clothes will just fly off?" Blake interrupted her train of thought.

Weiss froze, and then covered her face with her hand in shame. "I am so sorry. I don't know what is wrong with me." She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, before continuing, "You were talking about compensation margins and the equitable distribution of-"

"Weiss, you are allowed to be attracted to people." Blake sighed, "I know you don't want my opinion... but you should go for it."

"You, better than anyone," she scowled,"know that I don't have the luxury of having a girlfriend."

Blake gave her a sly smirk, "Who said anything about a girlfriend?"

As much as Weiss wanted to pretend to be scandalized she couldn't. Her thoughts had been adjacent to what her friend was implying for more than an hour. She let her gaze wander back to the ridiculously hot blond and for the first time that night the woman caught her looking.

The blond smiled back at her and Weiss felt her cheeks redden. A second later someone walked up to the other side of the bar and the gorgeous bartender turned away.

Blake whispers in her ear, "She has been checking you out almost as much as you have been staring."

Weiss found that information to be both intriguing and painfully unhelpful. Blake taunted her one more time before leaning back into her own seat, "Plus, aren't you due for one of your biannual one night stands?"

She turned positively scarlet and slapped her friend's arm, "You are beyond incorrigible."

Looking completely unremorseful Blake shrugged, "You need a distraction," her roommate eyed the woman shamelessly, "and she looks like she would be a fantastic one."

Before Weiss could chastise Blake about her 'dating' choices her friend stood up.

"Where are you going?" Weiss inquired.

"The bathroom," Blake called out as she walked away.

Weiss glared at her friend's back as she watched her flee from their conversation. She turned back with a frown and then remorsefully appraised her empty drink for a long moment.

She looked up with a sigh only to find the blond bartender looking at her. Weiss knew she should look away, but, something inside made her smile back at the dangerously attractive woman instead.

The second the blond started to walk over Weiss regretted her choices.

"It looks like Sage is busy," the woman smiled at her, and Weiss couldn't help but look into the blond's beautiful lavender eyes, "I can make you another drink so you don't have to wait."

Weiss pulled desperately at her will to not sound like a complete idiot, "That would be wonderful, thank you."

"Another drink for your girlfriend as well?" the blond asked.

The question took Weiss so off guard that she laughed, "She is not my girlfriend." Weiss couldn't hold back an amused smirk, "We argue enough as it is, sleeping with her would just make her that much more impossible to live with."

"Well," the blond smiled, "from where I stand it seems like her loss."

Weiss fought not to blush. The woman was so gorgeous that it made her want things that she knew she shouldn't and couldn't afford to want.

The woman grinned at her, "You know I can make more than a standard martini."

"Oh," Weiss smiled mischievously, "then maybe I should let you regale me with your skill."

What are you thinking you dolt?! Stop flirting!

The blond briefly looked at her in a way that made Weiss grateful that she was sitting down, but then flashed her a sincere smile, "Are you okay with letting me surprise you?"

She had a lot of answers to that question, but managed to get out something respectable instead, "Absolutely."

"Coming right up then," the woman gave her a wink and walked away.

Weiss bit the inside of her lip and let out a pained groan. She knew it was a terrible idea to be flirting with her soul crushingly hot bartender, but without Blake there as a buffer she hadn't been able to stop herself. She even outed herself and eliminated Blake as an obstacle.

Blake had better get back soon. That woman might actually be too attractive to say no to.

Yang grabbed a metal shaker glass and snuck another look at the elegant white haired woman. She smiled as she leaned down to open one of the side refrigerators under the bar.

She was flirting back.

She had been subtly observing the woman interact with her dark haired friend since they came in, but the woman still felt like a mystery begging to be solved.

Out of the corner of her eye Yang saw the mystery woman look out at the slowly thinning crowd with a small concerned frown.

The woman looked impossibly regal with her perfect posture and finely tailored blue shirt. Yang had seen and met a lot of people, but she had never ran across someone so reserved and proper that also wore their emotions so honestly.

A self conscious frown marked Yang's face as she threw fresh rosemary and a slice of lime into the shaker.

She is impossibly out of my social league.

Yang muddled the herbs and citrus with a touch more force than was necessary as her self doubt started to build.

It is stupid to think I have a shot, she probably wasn't even really flirting. It was probably just her trying to be polite.

She poured a jigger of gin into the shaker with a sigh.

The odds of someone like her actually being interested in someone like me are ridicul-

Right as she was about to grab the last components for the drink, Yang heard a gratingly familiar voice behind her, "I'm going to buy this next drink for you, but only if you smile princess."

Yang's head whipped around and her fear was confirmed. Cardin, the sleaze ball from earlier, was hitting on the mystery woman.

"Hey," a guy right in front of Yang pulled her focus away, "can I get another?"

"Sure, just a second," Yang quickly answered.

She looked back just in time to see Cardin continue his pursuit, "No I said smile, not frown." The auburn haired man-boy lean against the open chair next to the mystery woman, "it will help distract from that scar on your face."

Anger started to grow inside of Yang. She was about to walk over and defuse the situation, but the glare the mystery woman leveled on Cardin was so cold that Yang stopped in her tracks.

Unsure of what was going to happen next she kept a close eye on the situation as she poured a beer for the guy who had interrupted her.

"I think you should leave now," the woman answered in a low angry tone, "your presence is, to put it mildly, repellant."

The mystery woman turned away from him, but Cardin was apparently too stupid and misogynistic to take the hint.

"Not until you tell me how a tiny thing like you got a scar like that," then he reached out to touch her face.

Yang practically threw the beer she was pouring at the guy from before, and then turned to get to the other end of the bar.

But before she could Cardin was suddenly gone and there was a howl of pain coming from where he had been. Yang ran around the side of the bar to find the woman holding Cardin in a hand lock as she looked down her nose at him with disdain.

"Perhaps I was not clear before. Leave now," she wrenched his hand a little more and he cried out, "Or else."

Yang's eyes were wide with surprise and she had to hold back a laugh as she saw the mystery woman give the asshole no less than he deserved.

After a long moment she let Cardin go but kept a ready eye on him.

He stayed on his knees and held his injured hand with the other as he winced in pain. But a second later Yang saw a look of violence in his eyes as he started to stand, "You bitch!"

Without thinking Yang grabbed his right arm and pulled it high and tight behind his back. When he started to struggle she grabbed his left shoulder with her free hand and tightened her grip. "

"I think you need to learn to listen," Yang growled, "she said it is time for you to leave."

Cardin struggled to get loose from her, but it wasn't the first time she had needed to throw someone like him out. She turned him towards the door and quickly pushed him towards the exit.

"I didn't do anything," Cardin whined in anger as he tried to get away from her. "She was the one who attacked me."

Yang pulled his arm higher.

"Ah," he yelled out, "what's your problem, you stupid whore!"

"My problem," her voice came out harshly, "is that you are too fucking stupid to know why you are getting banned." She shoved him hard as she passed the open front door of the bar.

He stumbled onto the sidewalk, but caught his balance. She glared at him, "You don't touch people without consent asshole."

When he stood up fully Cardin looked like he was going to make trouble, but as soon as he saw Yatsu move to stand next to her he took a step back.

She kept her eyes on him, but spoke loud enough to Yatsu so that the creep could hear, "Add Cardin Winchester to the banned list."

Cardin gave her a murderous glare, but then threw up his hand as he turned to walk away, "Whatever, this place is a dump anyhow."

"What happened?" Yatsu asked calmly.

She gave their bouncer the short version, and shook the rest of the adrenaline out of her system before walking back in.

Sadly guilt quickly took its place. She had known that Cardin was bad news when she first served him and she hadn't done anything about it. When Yang saw the mystery woman facing away from the entrance she wanted to kick herself.

A deep frown grew on her face and she let out a sigh as she rounded the bar.

"I'm so sorry I didn't find a way to throw him out earlier." Yang apologized with every ounce of sincerity she had, "I got a bad feeling about him when he first ordered and now I feel terrible that I didn't get rid of him sooner."

"It's o-" The white hair woman started, but Yang couldn't stop apologizing because she knew it wasn't okay.

Her eyebrows knitted together in frustration, "No, you never should have had to deal with someone like him." Yang anxiously rubbed the back of her head, "Can I at least take care of the next few drinks for you? As an apology?"

A small smile touched the woman's lips, and a moment later she answered, "Of course, but only if you stop apologizing. It isn't the first time that I have had to deal with someone like him."

Yang smirked, "No," then she laughed, "I saw."

Somehow the air between them lightened, and Yang felt herself let out an internal sigh of relief. She grinned at the mystery woman, "Let me go grab the drink I was making for you."

Thankfully Sage hadn't bused the shaker glass she had left behind. With a relieved sigh added the last ingredient, threw in some ice and capped the drink. The rest of her nerves were eased by giving the metal container a good shake.

After she had carefully strained the pale green liquid into the glass she took a thin slice of cucumber and speared it with a tiny sprig of rosemary. Then gently floated the lilypad garnish on the surface of the drink.

Yang smiled.

Hopefully this will help make up for things.

When she sat the drink down in front of the mystery woman Yang grinned at the inquisitive look on her face, "It is a cucumber and rosemary gin martini, and don't worry," Yang held up her hand with a smile, "if you don't like it you can tell me and I will make you something else."

The woman gingerly picked up the glass and gave the drink a quick sniff. Yang caught her smile just before she took the first sip.

A slight tinge of worry hit Yang as she waited.

The mystery woman shook her head and sat down the glass. Then she looked right at Yang and smiled, "That, is truthfully delicious. I can't believe how well balanced you managed to make it." The woman let out a quiet laugh, "But I think I am more surprised that my friend has kept an establishment with such exquisite drinks hidden from me."

Yang rubbed the back of her head again and laughed, "Well, in fairness she probably didn't know. That is one of my own creations; it isn't exactly on our menu."

A pleased grin marked the mystery woman's face, "If that is the case," she paused for just a second but Yang felt herself waiting for the woman's next words, "then I can hardly wait to see what you concoct for me next."

Yang looked into the woman's icy blue eyes for a long moment before deciding how to respond. "You don't seem like the type that is easy to impress," she smirked, "but I think I have a few more possibilities up my sleeve." She stood from where she had been leaning against the bar, then gestured to the half empty drink at her friend's seat, "Still waiting?"

The mystery woman looked down at the half melted drink, and her eyes narrowed, "Yes."

"No problem," Yang smiled. She knew there was probably a line of people that Sage needed help with, but it was still hard to walk away from the gorgeous mystery woman.

As she helped with the backup of customers, Yang found herself thinking about how she could start up more conversation the woman at the other end of the bar between every customer.

After serving the last person she leaned against the back bar to take a short break. She scanned the crowd to see if anyone else needed help, and spotted the mystery woman texting on her phone.

"So," Sage came and leaned against the counter with her, "How long are you going to wait before making a move?"

She looked up at him with a raised eyebrow, "What?"

He simply nodded his head towards the mystery woman. Yang blushed and then frowned, "It's not like that, she's just a customer."

Sage looked out into the crowd, "Uh huh."

Yang rolled her eyes, "She just got hit on by a super sleazy guy, now is not the time." Her friend didn't respond and it made her feel anxious, "Sure, she is crazy hot, but then again she is crazy hot and like five levels out of my league. She should be in some fancy bar downtown, not slumming it here."

He simply looked down at her.

"What," she snapped.

Sage shook his head and gave her a barely perceptible smile. Then took two steps to the register and started tapping the screen. "I owe you for the last three shifts you picked up for me." After that he walked away to help someone standing at the bar.

Curious as to what he had been doing she walked over to the screen to investigate. She pinched the bridge of her nose at seeing that he had transferred the mystery girl and her friend over to her account.

Meaning that she could no longer avoid the ridiculously hot mystery woman.

When she looked back at Sage he winked at her. Yang rolled her eyes but smiled. She still wasn't sure about pursuing the woman, but she couldn't deny that she appreciated the chance to talk to her more.

Yang thought about how the women and her friend had been debating as they drank, and it made her smile. They had been fervently trading jabs and arguments, but even from a distance Yang could tell that they were close and deeply respected each other. It made Yang want to know more. Everything about the woman, from her friend to the way she handled Cardin, seemed surprising and unique.

She scanned the bar again to see if she could buy more time to think before going over, but things had slowed down considerably. When Yang's gaze reached the end of the bar she saw that the mystery woman looked pretty upset as she set her phone down.

Yang hesitated, but then saw that the woman's glass was nearly empty already. As she walked over she reasoned that she at least had a good excuse for checking in.

"Is, uh, everything okay?" Yang asked, a bit worried.

The woman looked up at her a little surprised. "Yes and no," she sighed.

Yang raised an eyebrow to indicate just how clear the statement had been.

"My roommate," the woman tapped her phone in irritation with her index finger, "ditched me."

"I get how that is the bad news," she paused, "so then what's the good news?"

A smirk touched the woman's lips, but Yang could tell that it was laced with disappointment. Then the woman unlocked her phone and showed Yang the message from her friend.

|Try again Blake. There is no line at the bathroom.|

|Fine, I did ditch you, but I left the tab open. Have a little fun for once. ;)

Just leave my card on the kitchen counter when you get back.|

The mystery woman sighed as she set the phone back down, "Though that still doesn't solve my transportation problem."

"Well," Yang responded without thinking, "my shift ends in a couple hours, I can keep you company and then take you home."

The woman raised an inquisitive eyebrow at the remark and Yang suddenly realized how the woman might have taken what she said.

Yang's eyes widened and she raised her hands, "Wait, that is not how I meant that." She scrambled to find the right words, "What I meant was I can give you a ride home, not take you back to my place. I wasn't trying to-"

She stopped talking when she heard a snicker from across the bar. The mystery woman grinned at her and suddenly Yang didn't feel as nervous.

Instead she found herself smiling back as she said, "Let me try one more time. You are obviously very interesting and extremely beautiful. It would be my pleasure to keep you company for as long as you want while we sort out your problem."

The woman looked at her for a very long time; her expression shifted from happy amusement to seemingly conflicted. Yang's grip on the bar tightened as the woman held her gaze. She wanted the woman to stay, and from the way the woman bit her lip it felt like she wanted the same thing. But there was obviously something holding her back, and it made Yang start to doubt herself again.

Yang knew it was best not to push things if the woman was unsure, so she grabbed for the empty glass. She was about to make another recommendation when she felt the woman reach out and gently stop her hand from pulling away.

When she looked up, perfectly alluring blue eyes met hers.

"I'll definitely want another drink if you are making it." Then the woman smiled at her in a way that made it hard for Yang to swallow, "But having your company for the night sounds even better."

Weiss felt her back hit the front door of the blond's apartment, and she couldn't have cared less. Kissing the woman was nothing short of intoxicating.

The taller woman leaned down to deepen their kiss and it felt like her lips must have contained electricity, because it sent a jolt of sensation and desire tingling through Weiss's body.

Without thinking Weiss braced herself by touching the the strong waist she had admired earlier, and her touch elicited a growl of approval from the woman that made Weiss yearn to do so much more.

Just how badly she wanted the other woman momentarily cleared Weiss's thoughts.

What am I doing?! I know better than to-

The blond pulled her closer as they kissed and it forced Weiss's hand higher. She felt her fingers brush the underside of the woman's chest and her earlier thoughts evaporated as she let her hand inch higher.

She felt the blond's hips grind into her, and it made a lust filled groan of want escape Weiss's mouth.

Fuck it, I haven't slept with anyone in ages.

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