"Ms. Rose, this is the last time I will say it, pay attention!" Professor Goodwitch's voice called, pulling Ruby once again from her daydreams.

"Yes, yes Ms," Ruby replied meekly.

That was the third time in twenty minutes! What's going on?

You can't stop thinking about her

Well I kind of need to focus!

But how can you focus when you see stuff like that?

Ruby's eyes widened in awe as she saw the amazing sight before her. Glynda had sat down rather hurriedly at her desk, causing a small amount of creamy thigh to show under her skirt. Not only that, but Ruby could see the black lace of her garter belt snake across her pale skin.

How the hell am I suppose to focus?

Don't, it's futile to fight it. Just enjoy the view

While Ruby continued her internal struggle, Glynda could feel those silver eyes graze across her skin. She thought about adjusting her skirt, knowing it had ridden up, but decided against it. It was unexpectedly exciting. She would just have to have a talk with the girl after class.

Class dragged on for the caped girl. She tried. She really did. But no matter what, Ruby's attention always returned to her. The beautiful blonde sitting not five feet in front of her. Just as Ruby found herself once again drifting off to dream land the bell mercifully rang.

Ruby jumped to her feet, eager to leave so that she could clear her head. But as she turned to go she was stopped short as a delicious voice called out to her.

"Ms. Rose, would be so kind as to stay a moment after class?"

Ruby swallowed hard, nervousness quickly rising and causing her heart to pound in her chest. She desperately wanted to run away and hide, to never have to face the older woman. But a small part of her still held on, held onto a hope that maybe the blonde would return her feelings.

Ruby stood in place, her back to Glynda, as the rest of the class slowly filed out. Blake gave Ruby a concerned look before disappearing into the hall. Ruby took a deep breath and readied herself for what was to come.

But rather than a scolding, Ruby heard the hard click of heels as Glynda made her way over to the frozen student. The noise grew steadily louder before stoping abruptly, directly behind her. Ruby took a deep breath and swallowed hard before turning around to face her punishment.

We're really in for it now

We finally get to class on time and we can't stay focused for five minutes!

It's not our fault she dresses like that!

You're not helping!

But just look at those!

No, stop it, this is serious!

I am being serious, those are amazing, damn they're so round

Fuck! You made me look!

But Glynda didn't say anything. No, while she should have been reprimanding Ruby for her misconduct, even giving her some form of punishment, she found such thoughts completely irrelevant. All she had been able to think about last night had been the young redhead's admission.

Did she mean me? Could she really mean me? Do I want it to be me? Why must things be so complicated?

The two women stood facing each other, both looking at the other but not seeing. They were both too lost in their own minds to register what was taking place outside their heads. It was Glynda who regained her composure first. The words came slowly, picked carefully.

"You said you've been struggling recently?" The statement came out more like a question.

Ruby was drawn back to the real world at those words. She took a moment to process it, then another to decide how to respond. After a brief pause she simply nodded her head, keeping her eyes low, unable to look her teacher in the face.

"And you said that this issue was, in part, caused by, a, teacher?" Glynda continued slowly, her voice wavering slightly at that last word.

Again Ruby processed what was said and replied with a solemn nod of assent.

"Would that teacher, is that teacher, is it me?" Glynda struggled to get her words out. She was terrified of what the answer would be.

A large part of her hoped it wasn't her. If it was just some other teacher then it would be someone else's problem and she could simply let it be. But a small part of her not so secretly hoped that it was her. She was pretty hot after all, she 'had it going on' as the hip kids would say. Then of course there was the deepest, darkest, sweetest secrets she kept even from herself. The sinful whispers that caressed her very soul, urging her to reconsider, to forget the rules.

Ruby was petrified by her teachers question. Her thoughts were an emotional roller coaster. Actually, they were more like a skydive, into a mushroom cloud, inside a blender. The tone Glynda had used was not accusatory, or angry, or upset. It had been, curious? Ruby was so conflicted. Should she tell her? Could she?

Just fucking say it already!

But, I, I

No, I'm done with your bullshit blah blahs!

"Yes," Ruby whispered.

She felt so small as that one, simple word left her mouth. Her eyes began to water and she started to tremble as her nerves got the better of her. She quickly turned to run, unable to face the judgement of the older woman. But instead of the wind in her face, Ruby felt a warm hand grasp her shoulder. She froze in place, the hand bringing her an odd sense of comfort and strength.

She turned back to look at the owner of such a fine hand and what she saw surprised her. She had expected a scolding from her teacher. A telling off or some kind of upset shouting at least. But what she saw managed to confuse and excite her all at the same time.

Glynda looked at Ruby with a slight smile on her lips. If one did not look closely it would not be visible, but Ruby was only a foot away. She was baring witness to the very rare, Goodwitch smile.

"You, you're not, you're not mad?" Ruby asked, her voice shaking.

"No," Glynda replied simply, her smile widening.

Does this mean she feels the same way?

Duh, look, she's smiling, when have you ever seen her smile ever?

I suppose…

They stood like that for a moment; Ruby shyly trying to look up at Glynda and Glynda just smiling away. Ruby wanted so badly to ask what this would mean for them, but just couldn't bring herself to ruin the moment.

After another short moment Glynda regained some restraint. Her smile faded but didn't completely disappear and her face grew slightly more serious.

"You should probably get going, I'm sure you've got another class to get to,"

"Yeah, I should, go," Ruby said breathlessly.

The older woman hadn't given Ruby a real response to her admission. She had smiled. That was good, right?

Well fuck…

Stop worrying about it, it'll be fine

How?

She totally likes you back, just give it some time

You'd better be right!


She knocked gently on the hardwood door, listening closely for any sound behind the door. There was a quick ruffling of papers before a male voice called for her to enter. Stepping into the large, brightly lit office, Glynda walked slowly to Ozpin's desk.

"Glynda, what a pleasant surprise. To what do I owe this pleasure?" Ozpin asked, sipping from his ever present mug.

Glynda stood tall for a moment, thinking hard about how she wanted to phrase what she was about to say. She knew it wasn't right, but she had to at least try, otherwise she'd always wonder, always regret it.

"You are unusually pensive," Ozpin observed.

Glynda hummed in agreement, still thinking deeply about how to broach such a delicate topic. Ozpin saw her hesitance.

"Come now, you need not fear. Speak your mind, I have no room for judgement," Ozpin reassured the hesitant blonde.

"Would you mind if I asked a personal question?" Glynda's voice was hesitant now, not at all her usual confident tone.

Ozpin picked up on this and adjusted his response accordingly.

"Of course you may, though I'm not sure how I can be of much use to you," he responded.

"Well, it's just that, I've met someone. Well, more like I've seen someone in a different light, so to speak," Glynda started slowly.

"Ok," Ozpin said, encouraging Glynda to continue.

"And I'm not so sure how I ought to be proceeding…" Glynda tried to be as descriptive as possible without giving too much away.

"I would love to help you, but I fear romance has never been a particularly strong suit for me," Ozpin responded, smiling good naturally at the teacher's rather childish behavior.

"I just need some guidance," Glynda implored. She was so internally conflicted over the matter.

"Well, if you want to pursue a relationship with this person I see no problem with it," Ozpin said after a short period of deliberation.

He said yes, kind of, not really. But that's close enough.

Am I really considering this?

Yes.

A/N: So that's a chapter. Sorry again for taking so long, ideas are coming slowly and real life is busy. Hopefully you enjoyed, as always please please please feel free to let me know what you though, good or bad, any comments help. Otherwise, keep reading, keep being awesome, till next time.