Weiss is many things as a woman. Intelligent. Calculating. Confident. Beautiful. So many things that sometimes Ruben is such a dunce she wants to smack him. She's been complimented with these words all her life and basked in the glow of all the praise.
Getting back to the part where she wants to smack him, it's not out of malice of the man. No, he's just so genuine when he calls her all of these wonderful traits that she gets embarrassed. Flushed a scarlet red and angrily dodging his confused looks when she calls him a 'dunce' or 'dolt'. Everyone before him never meant those good prayers towards her and she's still shocked to see he did.
Ruben however LOVED complementing Weiss. He's even listed off in his head more than a few times about the things he likes in her. Her beautiful blue eyes that seemed to know everything. Her stubborn patience when telling him about something he doesn't know. She's so smart that he's pretty sure she'd be a great teacher someday if she ever thought about it. Or how her confidence when dealing with someone difficult is like a sword cutting through her foes. She's practically invincible!
Today wasn't any different. Weiss was fast asleep in her own bed with Ruben behind her, a strong arm wrapped lazily around her waist. Date night number two had been a big success, though Weiss would have done away with the smell that came from the fast food restaurant she wanted to try with him. She folded easily at his suggestion because of large puppy dog eyes and that it was his 'favorite'.
Weiss actually liked the greasy contents she ate. The burger was delicious, the fries were crispy and they had just bought a new soda machine so the drinks were actually more refreshing than usual. She'd give it a four out of five on the fast food restaurant connoisseur list. The smell destroying that last star.
Shifting slowly, Weiss grumbles and turns over, cozying up to her bedmate before relaxing again. Half awake, she slowly starts to register that she was hearing something. Words. Her brain tried to understand what was being said as she wakes up.
"So pretty." Ruben mumbles quietly to himself. Unaware of the bleary eyed woman in his arms. "I'm so lucky to have you." He says again and yawns, still half asleep himself.
Weiss took in the words she actually was able to catch and slowly raises her hands up, "Ruben."
Hearing his name, he looks to her and sees she's half lidded, "Yes, Weiss?"
Her hands nicely touch his face before squishing his cheeks together and earning a groan from her boyfriend, "Quit being sweet." She mumbles and leans in to kiss him, hand relaxing from her punishment, "It's too early for that." She scoots closer and wraps her arms around him, "Now hold me, dunce."
Ruben just blinks and then laughs quietly, "Yes, ma'am." He nuzzles into the top of her head and kisses her. They both fell back into a comfortable sleep.
In the other room across the way, Yang was sitting up right and stretching. Every muscle in the top half of his body gladly moving after being asleep for a few hours. Blake was still sound asleep next to him, in a t-shirt she definitely didn't steal from him and panties. He was in loose basketball shorts and shirtless since his girlfriend didn't take his shirt last night when they decided to spend the night watching movies and relaxing.
Yang yawns and wipes at his eyes, "Morning." he mumbles and looks down to Blake. She didn't even budge when he spoke. He grins and moves to lean over and kiss at the shell of her ear, then her cheek. "Wakey, wakey Blakey." He says in the sweetest voice he could muster.
Blake nuzzles into the pillow and uses one hand to bat at his face. He took it as a sign to stop before he felt the familiar trace of manicured nails scratching at the back of his head and fingers combing through blonde hair to get a good grip. He wasn't even able to move away and Blake pulls him back down to kiss him on the lips. Eyes still closed and he gladly kissed back.
"Morning." She mumbles and lets him go. Yang smiles wide and was about to move away again before feeling his back hit the sheets. Oh, it's going to be one of those mornings. She straddled him and was already grinding down to help get him in the mood too. As usual, it was slowly doing the trick. He just needed a little more coaxing and the hand that was tugging his shorts out of the way was going to help with that.
"Have a good dream this morning, babe?" He asks, already feeling himself getting hard. His hands sliding up pale thighs and gripping her waist.
Blake ignored the joke and moved his semi-hard cock out of his shorts instead. Yep, sleepy Blake was a horny Blake at times. Not that Yang minded but sleepy him wasn't always ready and raring to go, sadly. So she took the initiative.
One hand stroking up the length of his cock, lazy and slow. Feeling it harden and blood pumping steadily in it. Yang was enjoying the handjob, humming in contentment, "Oh yes." He says under his breath and her grip tightens, hand moving faster now. She knew all the signs by now and she was going to enjoy every minute of this.
"Get a condom from the drawer." She commands, Yang blindly reached for her night stand next to her bed. Pulling it open and grabbing one wrapped package. She plucked it from his hand before covering him. "Good boy." She whispers, heated and getting on her knees. Her hands tugged his shorts down more then pulling her panties to the side, she lowers herself onto him without hesitating.
Yang throws his head back with a groan, "Blake." He closes his eyes and waits for her to move, getting used to this position, feeling her grinding against him again.
"Shhh." She says and leans down to kiss his stubbled chin and then takes his lower lip between her teeth. Pulling lightly before letting go, "Just beg for me, Yang."
Yang felt a shiver run up his body at that and gripped her hips tighter. Blake's roll of the hips were slow and measured. Teasing and knowing she'll get what she wants. Like Yang would be one to disappoint, he was hilted inside of her with each drop back down onto him and his moans mixed with hers. Quiet and breathy, neither in a hurry to get to the finish line.
Though when the blonde under her started to move against her, to get faster, Blake decided to take charge again. Her hands found him and she grabbing them both to push them onto the bec. He could easily overcome her, pin her, fuck her into a heaving mess. But he knew better, she was the boss now and he was happy to accept it.
Blake's hips started to hurriedly bounce on top of him, her smaller hands fitting into his as they met their thrusts together. Blake felt like stars were dancing across her vision and Yang got to have a wonderful view of his girlfriend letting loose. She looked bleary eyed, a little grin playing on her features and she looked like she was in her own world while riding him. She also looked very good in her 'definitely didn't steal this from my boyfriend' shirt. This was a good morning.
When Yang felt her clench around his cock, he had to help get her there now that she'd been so helpful for him. Closing his eyes in quiet concentration, his hips left the bed in rough, eager thrusts into her cunt. She let out a sharp gasp, feeling him deeper inside now and hitting the one spot she needed. It didn't take long before she was panting and feeling that all too familiar orgasm rushing towards her.
"YANG!" She calls out, maybe a little too loud as she's swept away. Shiver and shaking, her release was her riding him faster to prolong it.
Yang's head thrown back and moaning into the air as he came as well. Not stopping until neither of them could do no more. Blake unceremoniously laid on top of him and nuzzled into his neck. He grins and wraps his arms around her, giving a signature bear hug to her.
They were silent for a few minutes before Blake looks at him, 'We made a mess."
Yang laughs, big and proud, "We always do, babe!"
Velvet was always the first to wake up. She figured it was because Coco was a very relaxed… Really used to laying around kind of person. From his up bringing to his modeling. He works out all the time and does his job about twenty-four seven that when he can sleep in. He sleeps and won't budge for hours. Not even the hint of early morning sex can wake him up when he's that tired. She would know, she's tried a few different times.
So when she wakes up and feels around Coco's bed to find she's alone. Her eyes shoot open and she sits up in a hurry. "Wha- Coco?" She calls out. Scanning the room and seeing it devoid of the male diva. She narrows her eyes and gets out of bed, grabbing one of his brown graphic tees to cover herself before going to explore his apartment.
Velvet steps out into the hallway, barefeet meeting cool polished wood. She jumped a bit at the temperature difference before padding down the narrow passage. "Coco?" She calls out again before hearing a clatter of pots and pans coming from upstairs. Now she's confused. Coco does not cook.
Taking timid and quiet steps, she walks up the stairs and giving the metal railing a death grip that held her steady. Once she was near the top, she stops and peeks up through the glass that held the metal railing to look on further into the apartment. Past the rich brown leather furniture, faux skin rugs and modern geometry decorations she sees a wonder.
Coco was cooking…. Kind of? He was trying his damnedest to anyways. There was a mess everywhere and about fifteen dirty pans strewn across his island counter top. "For fucks- I hate this. How can Velvet enjoy doing this!?" he asks his stove angrily. Throwing his hands into the air. "Work! You useless fucker!" He stops and then gasps, "This must be like when Velvet gets me to model. Man… I should give her a raise."
Velvet was trying very hard to not burst out into laughter. She really was but a giggle escaped before she walks up the stairs the rest of the way. Her soft foot steps are missed by the raging model and he jumped when one of her hands finds the small of his back. "You… Need cooking lessons." SHe teases and earns an angry huff from the taller man.
"I need nothing… Maybe." He shakes his head and over exaggeratedly turns to drape himself on a counter. "Velvet. My beautiful photographer… Teach me how to cook."
Velvet laughs and grabs his over dramatic ass to pull him into a hug. "Fine. You don't have to put on a show for me to teach you." She shakes her head and gets on her tippy toes to kiss him. "Besides, you can't always order take out or have me here. It's good to give you some more life skills."
Coco grumbles, "I have life skills. I can pick a lock."
"Oh really? Who taught you?"
"Some random man on the street when I grew up in the projects."
"Coco. I've been to your family's house… I know that's a damn lie." She shakes her head.
"Fine. I learned it from a butler who had a weed guy." He grins, "Ever need some good stuff, I can ask him." He jokes and earns a groan from Velvet.
"We don't need to be any more mellow. If we do that we'll never get anything done." She releases herself from him, "Now. Help me clean up your mess."
Coco follows right along until she said clean, "Uhm… How about later?" he asks and picks her up by the waist, "Cause I have yet to earn a breakfast kind of appetite."
"Coco!" She lets out a laugh and sees the kitchen disappear when they retreat down the stairs, "We're going to be staring by the time it's lunch."
"So?" He jokes and gives her affectionate kisses to her throat. Nibbling as he expertly navigates his studio apartment. "We'll just order take out."
