A/N: okay, big thanks to Linira for helping me edit this one. Basically had to rewrite a section - sort of - then found it easier just to replace the whole chapter. Sorry for any confusion guys!

The following morning, when Weiss' bodyguard arrived for normal duty, she found her employer's door sitting ajar. Pushing it open and fearing the worst, she stumbled upon an unusual scene.

A slender sword was lodged in Weiss' computer desk, seeming to defy gravity despite the angle at which it sat. An umbrella, apparently the sheath for the blade as well, was discarded nearby, along with not one but two sets of clothes.

What surprised her the most, however, was that in Weiss' bed, nuzzled against the heiress' back, was another woman. Or girl, but no-one was awake to correct her. Weiss had never mentioned being interested in...well, anyone, actually, but she certainly didn't seem like the sort to date women.

Mainly because of the whole "Daddy wouldn't approve" attitude that rich kids like her always had.

Still, the evidence was pretty persuasive here.

And she had never seen the heiress look so...adorable.

She started to pull out her scroll, trying not to giggle, and started to bring up the camera function.

"Don't you dare, miss Xiao Long," Weiss said sleepily, eyes still closed, face still mashed against her pillow.

"Don't know what you're talking about, Weiss," the tall blonde replied, tucking her scroll back into her pocket. Maybe next time.

"Don't play coy, you oaf, I know you. You'd see this and think 'what a great photo opportunity.' Then I would fire you."

Yang shrugged.

"Yeah, it wouldn't be the first time. Remember the time at Goodwitch's party, when you-"

"We agreed not to talk about that."

Yang chuckled.

"Besides, you just looked so...happy. It's kinda scary, now I think about it."

Weiss sighed, and opened one eye, swiftly closing at again when it got stabbed by daylight.

"Why are you in here?"

"I saw your door half open. I was worried you'd tried getting assassinated again, but if I'd known you had company..." her voice trailed off, and she shrugged again, more sheepishly. "Well, I'd have been quieter about taking pictures."

Weiss sighed again.

"How did you know?"

"You paid me double for yesterday, then gave me the night off." She shook her head at the all-too familiar thought of what parent expects their child to pay for her own security?

"You only did that twice before, both times you tried to have yourself assassinated - although at least you told me, those times." She very carefully did not state that she had only worked it out about twenty minutes prior to that moment, and that now she was going to apologise, profusely and imaginatively, to her date.

Nora may be small, but she could hurt.

"Yes, and one of them you punched through a wall and the other you molested until he left."

"Hey, he wanted me, okay?" Yang objected. "Besides, it's not like I get much action guarding you."

"Hence why I gave you the night off." She felt Neo stir behind her, then gestured with her free hand between the two women.

"Bodyguard, assassin. Assassin, bodyguard. Now you're introduced. Now go away, Yang."

Neo waved drowsily, before tucking her hand back under the covers.

"Holy shit," Yang uttered slowly. "You hired an assassin - to kill you - then took her to bed?!" She stared at Weiss incredulously, and the heiress showed no reaction except to blush.

"I mean seriously, if you were that hard up for a lay, I would have offered - for overtime pay, of course," she added with a wink.

"I can still fire you."

"But you didn't even get her name? Hell, even I'm not that rude. I am surprised at you, Weiss."

"Yang Xiao Long," Weiss began, in her most serious tone. "First of all, the girl is mute, so I couldn't really get her name. And stopping to find a pen and paper would kind of kill the mood."

"The threat of death wouldn't do th-"

"Secondly, if you do not leave promptly I will not only fire you but also have you fed to the dogs."

"You don't have any-"

"Yang."

The blonde threw her hands up in defeat.

"Fine, I'll be outside. Don't forget to use protection you two," she added, using the door as a shield against the alarm clock hurled towards her. "I'm glad you're okay though!" she shouted through the wood.

Once 'The Oaf' had left, Weiss felt herself relax again. Quite frankly she was surprised that she could ever feel so liberated, while at the same time being stuck in the gilded cage her father had created.

She also wondered - absurdly - if she could ever ever an actual relationship-

No, that was a stupid thought. She'd hired the woman to kill her, not to be some kind of...escort!

She tried to ignore the shudder of pleasure that ran through her, as Neo kissed the back of her neck.

Things like that did not help her concentration.

She felt her breathing deepen as Neo traced idle lines along her side, and she grunted in reluctance.

"Can you...can you move your hand please?"

Neo complied, and Weiss squeaked.

"N-not there, I meant-" she swallowed hard. "I meant the other way."

Neo clicked her tongue in disappointment, but complied with the requested again, pinching Weiss' backside as if to say you're no fun.

"This really isn't going to work," she said, and Neo sat up, looking at her with an expression of emotional pain.

Weiss rolled back slightly, looking up at the strange girl. She put her hand to Neo's cheek and smiled.

"If you're going to stick around, I'm going to need to know your name."

Neo grinned, and kissed Weiss hungrily. She pushed the heiress flat, crawling on top of her and deepening the kiss.

"Of course," Weiss breathed, when she got chance to talk, "it can wait until later."

Neo nodded, playfully biting Weiss' lip.

"Mnm...okay...much later."