That one time at Beacon
Sometimes it pays not to knock. (Set sometime before the start of volume 2)
The strong beat of the contrabassoon and timpani drums rang in Weiss's ears as she read. The constant driving melody of the violin and harmonizing cello pushing her through the slower points of her history text. The music was so moving that, at times, it was hard not to stop reading and just bask in the wonderfully moving flow of the symphony.
Normally she would never listen to music on such a high volume, ear health was after all an important component for any huntswoman, but a certain partner's incessant chatter had made reading nearly impossible otherwise.
She looked down at her scroll and thought about turning down the volume of her earbuds now that Ruby was gone and she finally had the room to herself, but decided against it. She loved the next movement's use of french horn and how it elicited a regal yet somber setting. So instead she stayed her hand went back to the assigned readings from Doctor Oobleck.
As she leaned over the book at her desk she paused only to take notes on any important names or cities that the text mentioned. Which turned out to be a frequent occurrence. They had just started their study of the Grey War, and given the prevacive extent of conflict by the end of the semester she would have a rather large binder full of just her reading notes.
By the twenty fifth page of text her hand started to get sore from jotting down information, so she set down her pen to take a break. She honestly didn't know how Blake got by without taking any notes.
Weiss's brow narrowed, it was a terrible trait shared by all her teammates. Blake at least had a studious nature to back her up. Her elusive teammate always managed to make scores just below the heiress's own, which was no small feat.
She closed her eyes and rolled her neck. It probably had something to do with the ridiculous amount of time Blake spent in the library. Weiss would have been there herself, but she had always done better studying in her room. Alone. Other people usually wanted to socialize, gawk at her, or more often than not, scrutinize her from afar. Being in the confines of their room just felt less stressful and more… secure.
The heiress looked down at her neatly organized study space. Even though she was in Vale now, people still recognized her, and putting up a constant facade was tiring. She picked her pen back up from its position next to the other three identical writing instruments and set her resolve to continue her work.
Progress was swift and continuous after that, right up until she reached the passage about the early political structure and struggles of the Kingdom of Vale. She paused and let out a long frustrated growl. The subchapter was needlessly convoluted in her opinion, and after the third reread she felt the need to stop and save herself the burden of the text's lack obscure meandering.
She took a deep breath and listened to her music for about a minute before attempting to decipher the pages again. As she scanned the passage she absently scratched her head with the end of her pen, only to have a lock of hair fall into her face.
An annoyed raised brow examined the stray white strands, and she pushed it behind her ear so that she could finish reading. But every time she moved to write something, it would fall back out of place.
The heiress rolled her eyes and relented to go to the bathroom to fix her hair. There was no way she was could get through another forty pages of text in such a disheveled state.
With a perturbed sigh she picked up her scroll and began thumbing through her music as she made her way to the room's facilities. As reached out for the handle to their bathroom she pondered what might pair well with the next section of text.
I have to read about one of the Mistrial conflict next, I think that calls for a light but somber piece. Perhaps something with a flute concerto.
Weiss found the symphony she was thinking of and tapped on it. Though she was not two steps into their bathroom when she raised her gaze, and found the last thing she ever expected to see…
Long sculpted bare legs stepped out of their shower, as rivulets of water ran down them and onto the floor, just like water rolling off a marble statue. Her breath caught in her chest as her gaze followed the flow of water upward. For what she saw was nothing short of physical perfection.
The meticulously form of the legs gave way to toned posterior muscles and shapely hips that flared outward, only to taper back in to a divinely chiseled back and torso.
A knot grew in Weiss's throat, and she felt her temperature rise the higher her eyes traveled.
Eventually time seemed to start again as a strong muscular arm gently pushed the door to the shower closed. Yang faced slightly more than a quarter turn away from Weiss as she looked in the mirror, apparently none the wiser to the heiress's presence.
Weiss knew she should leave and that she shouldn't gwack at her teammates exquisite, breath stealingly bare form. But she couldn't stop herself.
More to the point, she didn't want to stop.
The heiress painfully subdued her desire as she watch Yang reach upwards and gather her voluminous hair in a ponytail. Droplets of water streaked down the taunt muscles of the her arms till they reached her carved shoulders.
Every bit of the woman before her was elongated while also being drawl tight in that singularly exasperating pose, as though she were modeling for a painting. It was utterly breathtaking and evocative at the same time. Weiss's eyes ended up wandering a bit lower than the shoulders she had previously admired to take in the dips and curves of the woman before her.
She almost bit her lip at how lascivious it made her feel. But it was that instant that she noticed, in the reflection of the mirror, that Yang's eyes were fixed directly on her .
Weiss was suddenly drowning in panic as she realized the ramification of what she had let herself do.
Her eyes widened upon not knowing how long she had been staring, or how long Yang had been aware of her being there. She had just practically outed herself to her teammate. Her heart hammered in her chest as she failed to cope.
Somehow, through her panic, she managed to noticed that Yang's lips were moving and she at least had the presence of mind to jerk out her earbuds.
"-I don't actually mind if you stare," a grinning voice broke Weiss from her paralyzed trance and snapped her eyes back up to meet the ones in the mirror looking at her, "but a picture certainly lasts longer."
Embarrassment and shame flooded the heiress. She knew she must have turned redder than she ever had in her whole life.
What am I going to say! If I knew how long she knew I was here I could maybe just apologize and for barging in unannounced. I could say that I was staring because she was in the way of the mirror that I need to use. Or I could say that-
"You know," Yang reached for her towel and started to dry herself off, the mockery in her voice unmistakable, "I never figured you for a peeping tom, what with all your fancy Atlesian upbringing," the blond ended with a grin.
The jab was just the push Weiss needed to move from shame to anger, "You. I can't believe what a crass galavanting exhibitionist you are!" Weiss balled her fists and hardened her nerve, "Did it ever occur to you that I was caught off guard by the fact that you were traipsing about with nothing on? How dare you accuse me of being lowbrow; I was minding my own business when you somehow snuck in here and decided to parade around stark naked!"
Yang finished drying herself off with a disbelieving raised brow, and then turned to face Weiss fully.
Much to the heiress's dismay her eyes were nearly level with the blond's completely bare chest. She immediately sucked in a breath and shot her eyes to the ceiling.
Now she is just taunting me on purpose.
She heard a chuckle then a divisive tone, "Last time I checked it wasn't a crime to take a shower, and unless you prudish Atlesian's have developed some new technology, you sorta have to get naked if you want to get clean."
Weiss looked down just enough to catch Yang smirking at her as she continued, "Sorry if my 'bare form' hurt your delicate sensibilities, but you didn't seem to mind 'til I caught you staring." She tapped her chin, "I wonder why that is?" Yang drew out her question.
The heiress ground her teeth. "Atlesians are not prudes, and neither am I," she growled but worked to keep her eyes from drifting too far downward. "We just have more class and modesty than some bumpkin raised out in the middle of nowhere. You are the one who," she glanced down again and blushed even brighter, " still refuses to cover yourself while in the company of others. Did it ever occur to you that I wasn't staring and was instead just flabbergasted at your boarishly uncouth behavior?"
Yang threw her towel over her shoulder instead of around herself, "Did it ever occur to you that you could have knocked?" Then the dragon's eyes narrowed mischievously, "Or were you hoping to catch me coming out of the shower," she asked as she made a sweeping gesture with her hand down her body.
Which despite her efforts made Weiss's eyes follow suit.
"Will you use that towel already," the heiress snapped in anger.
"I did," Yang replied. "I'm completely dry now, as you have plainly seen."
"Uhhhh, you insufferable-," Weiss growled. "That is not what I meant, and you know it! Will have please have the decency to cover yourself."
Yang brought her finger to her lip in thought, before answering, "No. Not until you admit that you were staring."
Weiss felt her eye twitch in frustration, "Fine, I admit that I looked at you longer than I should have out of shock and circumstantial conditions." Yang's brow raised in a nonplussed manor and that made the heiress know that that wasn't the admission the blond was looking for. So she played to her teammates bravado in hopes that it would get her out of the conversation once and for all, "I will also conceded that I have an appreciation for the human form in general, so I apologize if my gaze lingered too long as it admired your physic and structure."
The words seemed to do the trick, and Yang's eyebrows rose in surprise.
But then a shameless smirk spread across the dragon's lips, "While I do know that I'm a work of art, I think we both know that you were-"
"You underhanded brute," the heiress cut her off, "You never intended to cover yourself, you just wanted an excuse so that you could continue to brazenly taunted me with your flagrant and unapologetic," she couldn't help but glace down as she spoke, "n-nakedness." Her face burned again and she cursed her own sapphic nature.
"I take back what I said before," she voiced in anger, "I couldn't possibly appreciate your form, because it is paired to such a crude goading oaf." Weiss stood to the side and turned her head to avoid further entrapment, "Now if you are quite done, I was trying to use this area before your very presence ruined my day."
She heard Yang walk towards the door, and Weiss let out an internal sigh of relief. But less than a second later a chuckling laugh and remark made her fold her arms in defensive ire, "Whatever you need to tell yourself princess."
Weiss turned her glare towards the blond, and was about to fire back when she saw Yang leaning against the side of the bathroom door. Her left arm above her head and towel over her right shoulder as she lazily showed off her body with absolutely no hint of modesty.
Words unconditionally failed Weiss at the site, but the devious dragon wasn't interested in waiting on her to come up with a retort, "You know, had you come in fifteen minutes earlier you could have just hoped in with me and saved us both this argument."
The blond mockingly winked at Weiss, "Maybe next time princess." Then closed the door with a sly smirk.
It felt like steam poured out of Weiss's ears she was so mad. It was at that moment that the stray lock of hair from before drifted back into her face, and she audibly screeched in frustration. Only to hear the deplorable dragon in the next room laugh at her.
She closed her eyes and tried to calm down before stalking over to the mirror to fix her hair. But the whole time all her mind could focus on were the scandalizing curves and lines that she had longingly fixated on just minutes before. She ground her teeth in frustration.
Why does such an obnoxious broot have to be so unbearably attractive?
Weiss let out a soul deep sigh and sunk her head into her hands.
I am going to dream about seeing her naked for months now.
