It was a not so normal day at the Schnee-Rose residence.
Weiss stole another look at the sleeping girl and sighed. Ruby lay peacefully on the bed propped up by several pillows, her head lolled to the side with a hint of drool at the corner of her mouth. The trademark combat outfit she usually wore had been traded for an oversized beige coloured tee which reached above her knees, and since Weiss couldn't find a pair of pants that Ruby wouldn't end up swimming in, she'd left it at that and prayed that the redhead wouldn't be too freaked out when she woke up.
Weiss Schnee, head of the Schnee Dust Company, fidgeted nervously as her gaze flitted back to the scroll in her hands. She bit her lip in frustration. Neither Blake nor Yang were returning her calls, and her messages didn't garner any sort of reply either.
She was ready to tear her hair out at this point. Even a simple 'K' would be enough to set her heart at ease.
"What in the world is going on?" She said to herself, shaking her head. Her hands twitched when her gaze fluttered over Ruby's sleeping form once more, the urge to run her fingers through the red tinted hair growing stronger with each minute. Weiss couldn't help it! She'd forgotten how…vulnerable and sinfully adorable her girlfriend had looked at the age of fifteen.
That thought made Weiss's head spin. Somehow, through a series of impossible occurrences, the Ruby of twenty three had been replaced with the Ruby of fifteen.
The events which occurred this morning were still weighing on her mind, and were to be blamed for leaving her nerves in a state of shambles.
First, she'd accidentally kicked Ruby – the older one of course – off the bed when the woman tried to shake her awake. In Weiss's defence, they had quite the intense lovemaking session the night before, so was it so unfair that she wanted to get a little more shuteye? It didn't help that she had a very important meeting in the afternoon either.
Then, it happened. Her girlfriend had fallen off their bed with a loud yelp. Weiss didn't really panic…until she exploded in a brilliant flash of red.
Thinking that Ruby had ended up crushing, or hitting a dust crystal of some sort since she had the bad habit of leaving those things around, Weiss quickly scrambled toward her, a scream lodged in her throat. Even if Ruby was a powerful huntress, a person's aura could only protect them so much. To her utter shock however, it wasn't her girlfriend that stared up at her when the smoke disappeared.
The girl had covered her mouth to muffle several coughs, and looked up.
Silver eyes met blue ones.
A younger version of Ruby Rose had stared up at her. Or more accurately, she stared at the expensive set of tight fitting lingerie that Weiss had worn to tease Ruby with the night before. The girl turned at least five different shades of red, each one darker than the last, before Weiss took a step forward to make sure that it wasn't a dream.
Sufficed to say, the last thing she had heard was a high pitched squeak that could have shattered glass, before Ruby's head hit the liquored floor, eyes rolling into the back of her head. This left Weiss to gawp at the unconscious girl for a total of five minutes before flying into a confused panic. The first thing she did was to change Ruby out of her clothes. The girl was covered from tip to toe with dust, and Weiss feared that they would somehow trigger another explosion.
After that was done, she'd left Ruby to rest on her– their? –bed and quickly sent out messages to the rest of team RWBY.
Weiss scowled when her scroll finally vibrated. Glowering at the object, she opened up the message with a flick of her finger, glancing at Yang's name at the top of the screen.
'Wassup? I'm kinda busy rn, did yu need something?' The message read, and Weiss could almost imagine Yang tilting her head and giving her that annoying grin of hers.
Her fingers flew urgently over the keyboard.
'This is no time for jokes. Ruby is fifteen again! Get your butt over here, and try to get in contact with Blake.'
'Wat?! Wat's that supposed to mean? Are yu guys doing that roleplay crap again?'
She resisted the urge to face palm. There was no time for this nonsense, and besides, that was just one time! Lifting up her scroll, she directed the camera at Ruby's sleeping form and snapped a picture. Attaching it to her next message, Weiss bit her lip as the words 'Message Sent' was displayed, and waited for the blonde's reply. She didn't have to wait long for a reaction.
Video call from: Yang Xiao Long
Weiss pressed accept and the blonde's face soon occupied a large portion of the screen. The image was grainy, but clear enough for her to make out Yang's surroundings. It looked to be a bar of some sort, and she came to the conclusion that Yang was spreading her malignant puns at some bar in Vale. Again. She never seemed to tire of bar hopping even after particularly tiring back to back missions.
"What the hell is going on, Weiss?!" Yang yelled at the screen. "Who's that chick in your bed?"
Weiss rolled her eyes and pinched her temples. "Didn't you reply the messages I sent you? That's Ruby you moron!" She hissed.
"Last I checked, Ruby wasn't a goddamn midget!"
"The fifteen year old version of her you fool." Weiss groaned. "Everything is the same, down to the very last hair. Here, I'll show you–" The woman strode over to the bed and held the scroll above Ruby's face. The girl continued sleeping peacefully, letting out an occasional mutter that sounded suspiciously like 'strawberries'.
On the other line, Yang felt her jaw drop. She would recognize that face, she'd spent years staring at it after all.
"Holy shit." She whistled, amazed. "It really is her."
"That's what I said. Now are you going to help or not?" Weiss snapped. "I'm not sure what I should even do. Is something like this even possible?"
Yang chuckled weakly. "Woah hold up Weissy, let's save the theories till Blake and I get there alright? I think I know where she is."
"That would save me from tracking her down then." Weiss sighed, shaking her head. "If anything, she knows how to disappear when she wants to."
"Don't worry, Blake and I will be back soon. Try to keep Ruby occupied if she wakes up! Chao." Yang waved before the call disconnected, leaving her to stare at her own reflection. Running her hand through her hair in slight frustration, she checked the time and groaned. It was nearly one pm and her meeting was in three hours. Resolving to make the most of the time left, Weiss decided to get ready.
She doubted she would have time to do so if Ruby suddenly woke up, it would be in her best interests to do it now. With that thought in mind, Weiss looked over the sleeping figure one last time before heading towards the bathroom.
"You're still asleep?" Weiss muttered, eying the bed when she stepped out of the shower, smelling of fresh mint and lavender. Letting out a quiet groan when she noted that her scroll had no new messages, she gently ran a comb through her hair to tame the unruly mess that'd been caused by the hot shower. When Ruby let out a particularly nasally snore, Weiss paused in her ministrations – her hand setting down the comb and hovering over a scrunchie.
Her eyes flitted over to the slumbering girl. She took in the pinched expression, framed by crimson tipped hair, and one side of her mouth lifted into a smile before she made her decision to tie her hair up. Weiss reminisced that she hadn't done it up this way since graduation. Her Ruby had expressed how gorgeous she looked with her hair down, and she'd left it that way since. It wouldn't hurt to make an exception every once in a while, thought Weiss as she spun the band around her ponytail.
Startled when she saw her reflection, Weiss mused that this was what Winter would have looked like had she not favoured the long fringe and bun.
Making sure her hair was neat, her hand dipped down – stretching the starched collar of her top with dainty fingers. She also patted down any visible wrinkles and smoothed out her skirt, her smile shifting into a pleased grin. She gave her reflection a once over, chest puffed out proudly, before turning her attention back to the fifteen year old girl.
The woman strode over to the large bed, tentatively sitting down on the edge of the mattress. Tenderness welled up in her as she took in the visage of the slumbering girl, the afternoon light trickling in from the open windows, hitting Ruby at just the right angle that made her seem like she was glowing.
It was almost as if time had stopped, and Weiss imagined the hands of the clock flying backwards at a breakneck pace, undoing everything that had been done until it was just the two of them again – young and happy, naïve in their innocence and ignorant of what the world expected of them. That thought made her eyebrows knit in a frown. It had brought up several…unpleasant memories that she was keen on forgetting.
Letting the tension bleed out of her like ice under the sun, Weiss scooted closer to Ruby, careful to put a slight distance between them since she was unsure of how her young partner would react when she finally awoke. Stretching languidly, she let her legs rest on atop the other and reached for the book by her beside, aware of the adorable snores coming from her left.
For the first time that day, Weiss felt lips stretch to accommodate a relaxed smile. It was times like this that her pragmatism wavered. So, instead of fussing over the meeting that was due in three hours, the woman leaned against the headboard of the bed and begun to read.
Ruby smiled groggily and buried her head deeper into the fluffiest pillows she'd ever had the pleasure of sleeping on. The fingers running through her hair, they were gentle and calming strokes, also contributed to her satisfied state. Ruby thought that this was what Zwei felt like when he was petted. The thought soon slipped away however, when she heard a remarkable voice that reminded her of sprawling meadows and wind chimes.
'…yet I know it's true, that visions are seldom all they seem. But if I know you, I know what you'll do,'
Ruby stirred as the pitch rose, the sleep chased away by the warmth that the voice provided her.
'You'll love me at once, the way you did once, upon a dream.'
Eyelids blinked repeatedly, and she found herself quietly humming along to the song as her vision slowly cleared. She belatedly recognised it as one of her favourite movie songs and felt her chest vibrating with her own hums.
'But if I know you, I know what you'll do…you'll love me at once–'
"The way you did once…upon a dream." Ruby finished, her own voice rising to join in. She only caught herself when song tapered off, and the room was plunged into silence. Sitting up quickly, she came face to face with a sight that made her heart rise to her throat.
"You always did love that song." Weiss said, smiling with amusement. "Why am I not surprised that you woke up just to sing it?"
Weiss couldn't hide her blush at the fact that Ruby had completed the song, like the prince and the princess had did in the movies. It seemed that at no matter what age, Ruby Rose was still capable of rendering her speechless.
Ruby did a double take at those words. "W-Weiss?" She squeaked.
Weiss smirked, levelling her with a look that would have made lesser men and woman melt in an instant. A feeling of warmth spread through her when he name had been called. She was…such a sap.
"The one and only."
Weiss would have said more, and she definitely wanted to – but Ruby suddenly doubled over into her lap with a loud groan.
"Ruby?!" Weiss sat up instantly, alarmed.
"Sowee." Ruby answered, her words muffled. Face down on Weiss's skirt, the redhead was thankful for the gentle hand on her back when a wave of dizziness hit her. She groaned, and let a hand drift up to clutch the side of her head.
Memories were beginning to resurface and she found herself appalled at the utter ridiculousness of it. There had been that accident with dust, followed by the feeling of being stretched and then forced into a tiny hole. She remembered landing bottom first on the ground, but mostly, she just remembered looking up and staring at–
Ruby blushed. She was sure that the tips of her ears were now a brilliant shade of red. The semi-naked image of a woman whom she now recognised as Weiss had made itself known, and she could hear the heavy thumps of her heart pounding in her ears.
She recalled how the light seemed to refract off Weiss's skin, the milky white thighs, and the generous curves of her well-toned body. That sight certainly hadn't helped her ever growing crush.
Along with that pleasant memory however, Ruby recalled that the shock of seeing such a gorgeous specimen up front and personal had been enough to knock her out, and she prayed that Weiss steadfastly ignore what happened. Speaking of Weiss…
She swallowed, now hyper aware of the fact that she was face down, in her lap. In her house. On her bed.
"Oh hell." She whispered.
A/N: This chapter did not end up like how I expected. It was pretty hard to write and it ended up SO CHEESY lol – I blame that on the fact I was watching a sleeping beauty documentary. And also, my apologies for the late update ;_; I thought it was a good idea to play Dishonoured. Again.
Well, I hope y'all enjoyed it! A big and heartfelt thank you to everyone who read, faved, followed and reviewed this story! Everyone seems to be craving for some whiterose fluff :3 not that I'm surprised what with the depressing as hell plot twists that RWBY has been giving us lately. I mean, I like angst. But still, my feels have taken quite the beating ;.;