Writer's Note: As a reminder, this is the 'clean', censored version of this chapter. Those who are interested will be able to find the uncensored version on AO3.
Sabbatical
June 19th, 2015
Yang waited until Weiss closed the door before she began shedding her clothes everywhere. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the shorter executive shake her head at the daily routine, dropping her keys in the basket by the door. Hopping one-legged out of the dark slacks, the blonde dove into the bedroom, sighing with relief as the annoying garments fell defeated to the floor. While she understood the need to dress somewhat professionally as the bodyguard of Schnee Dust's CEO, that didn't mean that she had to like it. Especially not the damn tie. At least that could come off in the car. She had to wait until they were home to toss the stupid jacket over a kitchen chair and dive into the bedroom, clothes flying this way and that until she emerged in a loose black tank and shorts.
Grinning at her newfound freedom, Yang ignored her shorter girlfriend's glare and dutifully gathered up the remnants of her suit, hanging them properly in the closet before flopping down on the couch. Reaching over, she grabbed the little black controller resting atop their entertainment system and pressed the polished button that would jumpstart the gaming console.
She watched as the blue-tinted menu filled Weiss' flatscreen, tapping her foot as she listened to the starting hum of Playstation background music. If she hurried, she could probably finish one of the new heists while the white-haired woman dove into her nightly pile of paperwork, which would give Yang just enough time to get dinner ready. It was Friday, which meant it was her night to cook. One of those nights when take-out menus and crockpots were exiled from sight, and the mere mention of TV dinners was met with outrage and unbridled fury. When the kitchen transformed undeniably into her domain, into which neither Blake nor Weiss would dare enter without permission.
Technically she'd prepped the lasagna the night before, but that just counted as good planning. They'd even have plenty of leftovers afterwards with Blake off on one of her special 'errands.' All she really had to do was heat the oven and let it bake for an hour or so. Maybe make some garlic bread ... but with the amount of work Weiss normally brought home, Yang figured she'd have time for a quick mission or two.
Which was why she was so surprised to find herself interrupted mere minutes after starting the game. As soon as the online screen had loaded, Weiss joined her on the couch, tucking her legs up and settling comfortably into Yang's lap. Shifting her hips, the heiress snuggled closer, breathing deep as she buried her face in Yang's hair.
Well. That was alright then. If Weiss wanted a little 'us' time before she dove into her work, that was fine with Yang. Wriggling a little deeper into the couch, she reached her arms around Weiss, exiting the menu and immediately car-jacking a hipster driving a Ferrari he truly didn't deserve.
"I want sex."
It took a second for the melted synapses in Yang's brain to repair themselves. The blonde sat stupefied, half-convinced that there was no possible way Weiss could have said what Yang had just heard. Distracted, she barely noticed as the Ferrari careened off the side of the road, flipping end over end before crashing onto the highway below.
"Sorry, what?" she asked, ignoring the screams of passersby and the horns of nearby drivers.
The white-haired executive pulled back just far enough to look down at Yang, ice-blue eyes staring into her own with complete sincerity.
"You heard me." Face still somber, Weiss leaned back against Yang's chest, fitting her head into the hollow of her neck and breathing against the blonde's exposed neck.
Yang hit the central button on the black controller, suddenly caring a lot less about potentially getting mugged. Waiting for her cerebrum to finish rebooting, she set the contraption aside, using the process of turning everything off as an excuse to buy some time.
"You know," she started, once the system had shut down. "That's not really how this works."
"Excuse me?" the heiress popped up, one thin brow arching as she stared at her.
"Look," Yang said, hands settling on her girlfriend's arms. "We have a nice system worked up for this sort of thing. It's really best if we stick to it."
Blue eyes narrowed as Weiss glared down at her, hackles already raised. "What system?"
"Well, after dinner, you put on one of those cute little nighties that comes down about an inch past your ass. Blake and I notice, but you complain and argue about 'having to work' – despite the fact that you only wear the short dresses when you really want attention – and you keep protesting until we get you into the bedroom." Yang shrugged and pretended to reach for the controller again, careful to keep her face perfectly straight. "It's good system."
Weiss, on the other hand, was in full-on scowl, her eyes shooting daggers at Yang as she crossed her arms beneath her breasts.
"... that is not what happens."
Yang raised one blonde eyebrow and reached for her phone. "You know, Blake's busy, but I can still text her. She'll get it eventually."
Weiss said nothing, but the fury radiating from her told Yang all she needed to know. Suppressing her grin, the brawler pulled up her phone's chat function, the on-screen keys clicking as she typed.
"Hey, babe ... settle a bet. What does Weiss do when she's feeling needy?"
"Don't you dare-"
Yang let her grin spread across her cheeks and jauntily tapped the screen. "And send."
"You little-!" Weiss cried, the string of insults cut short as she dived for Yang's phone. The blonde let her fight for it, surrendering once the heiress had tackled her backwards onto the couch. Grinning, she stared up at the smaller woman, watching her frantically flick through the phone, trying to find a message Yang had never sent.
Realizing she'd been had, Weiss glared down at her in abject fury, her face only growing redder as Yang's face split in a positively shit-eating grin. One hand slapped at the brawler's muscled arm, only making the blonde grin wider as she tugged Weiss down on top of her and pulled her into a kiss.
Still annoyed, it took the shorter woman several seconds to relax, reluctantly leaning into the caress as calloused fingers slipped through fine white tresses to cup the back of her head. Yang apologized with her lips and hands, soft and gentle after drawing her girlfriend's ire with her teasing. When they finally split, Weiss' face was still red, although Yang had a sneaking suspicion the color wasn't just from anger.
"You're awful," the heiress breathed, trying to scowl, but showing absolutely no intention of moving from her current position atop Yang's chest. Her smaller breasts pressed through her blouse against the blonde's, and Yang could tell that if they laid like that any longer, wrinkles would start forming in Weiss' otherwise impeccable clothes. Not that Yang minded, but surprisingly, it seemed that Weiss shared her disinterest for once.
"I realize I may be a little predictable-" the heiress started, glaring again as a chuckle from Yang cut her off.
"A little?" the blonde managed, biting the inside of her cheek to keep from outright laughing.
"Do you want to have sex ever again? Because at the rate you're going-"
Yang reached over, hands wrapping around Weiss' tight waist, and pressed her lips to the side of her neck. It was the blonde's favorite apology, and Weiss' too, from the speed at which her scowl faded.
"Can I ask what brought this on?" Yang asked, her face still buried against pale skin.
"Work was tiring, I'm wound up, you're hot ... a dozen different reasons, all of which are embarrassing, and you're doing this on purpose," Weiss growled, pitching up into something resembling a moan.
"I am, but I've seen you tired before, and I've seen you wound up before. You're not usually the one who outright asks for sex." At Weiss' glare, Yang cocked her head to the side and shrugged. It wasn't her fault that her teasing had a fairly substantial basis in fact. "Your M.O. is hints and acting annoyed when we don't pick up on them. Which Blake and I think is pretty cute, by the way. Our little tsundere."
"Fuck you, Yang."
Another kiss to her neck, although it took longer for the tension to slip from Weiss' shoulders this time, which was fair. Yang knew how much she hated being reduced to what she saw as an overused cliché, despite how apt the description might sometimes be.
"In the interest of us trying to be more honest with each other, you wanna tell me what's up?" Yang asked, concern mixing with the amusement on her face. "Is it one of those dreams again?"
"No, it ... maybe on some level." Weiss looked away for a moment before pulling off Yang and settling back against the couch, staring blankly at the wall. "Sometimes, I get the feeling that you and Blake are being ... gentle with me."
"That's probably 'cause we are."
Yang's hands were already raised in surrender by the time the Schnee executive leveled her patented scowl at her. "Weiss, I jump off rooftops on a fairly frequent basis. Blake spends her 'off-time' robbing rich assholes guilty of Faunus rights abuses, and she used to kill people for a living. We have very physically active lives that need us to be in really good condition."
The glare softened a bit, Weiss' lip lowering in just the hint of a pout. "You know full well that I work out too."
"You sneak in a run on the treadmill whenever your workload isn't too heavy, and before you get mad, that's not a criticism. I'm glad that you'd rather spend what free time you have with us, but I'm made of muscle-"
"Oh, I've noticed," Weiss said in a tone that from anyone else would have qualified as downright sultry.
Yang blinked as she dragged her train of thought back on track. "... cute. More than anything, you work all the time, and we've been trying not to inconvenience you. You're a much more public figure than we are."
"Meaning?"
"Meaning that outside a few knowing looks, no one's gonna care if they see claw marks under my collar." Smiling, she brushed a few loose hairs behind Weiss's ear, her fingers hovering over her skin. "You show up to a meeting and have trouble sitting down, and it'd be a national scandal."
"So you've been 'taking it easy' with me?"
"I can't speak for Blake, but ... Weiss, I'm still just trying to make sure I don't screw this up."
"Do you really think you'll be the one to screw this up?"
Yang paused for a moment before meeting Weiss' eyes. By the time she looked up, the humor on her face was gone.
"... I think if anyone does, it'll be me."
Weiss sighed with a roll of her eyes, and shifted over to lean against Yang's side. "I'm only going to say this once, but you're better at this whole 'dutiful girlfriend' role than you think you are."
"Thanks, Princess." This time it was Yang's turn to lean in as Weiss' fingers slid behind her neck and pulled her down into a kiss. With a muffled laugh, she leaned back, pulling Weiss with her until the heiress was straddling her hips, pressed against her as they lay back on the cushions.
"Mmm. Wait," Weiss broke from the kiss, pushing off the couch so she could look down at Yang. "About me working."
"Yeah?"
"I've decided to take a sabbatical."
"Seriously?" Yang blinked in surprise and shifted a little further back. As much as she liked feeling Weiss against her, having their faces an inch apart wasn't the best environment for an actual conversation.
"It's more to test my subordinates than anything else. I need to know who can actually do their jobs if I'm not looking over their shoulders twenty-four-seven," Weiss shrugged. "I thought, if I was going to take a month off ... I would want to spend it with the two of you."
"With us, you mean," Yang grinned, eyebrows waggling furiously.
"You're an ass. Yes, that is partially what I meant." Thin fingers tugged as the hem of Yang's tank, and the blonde immediately considered several ways to get the heiress out of her clothes as well.
"You know," she purred, pulling Weiss closer until the two were nose to nose. "As your bodyguard, someone really should have told me that I didn't need to come to work."
"Oh, you're still on the clock. Just because I'm not working, doesn't mean you aren't." Yang's stomach tightened as Weiss' hand slipped under the hem of her top, thin fingers slowly caressing the hard muscles beneath. "So, technically, we're about to have at sex at work."
"You told me that was off-limits."
"I'm on vacation. I can loosen a few rules. As can you." Weiss gave her a level stare that brooked no argument. "We clear?"
"Crystal," Yang said, beaming as her hands slid up the heiress' thighs and tugged at the hem of her blouse.
The thin silk slipped easily over Weiss' head, letting loose a cascade of white hair down behind her neck as Yang reached for the catch of her skirt and struggled to get the constricting garment off her girlfriend. Weiss, for her part, was not helping, far too focused on running her hands along the bumps of Yang's abs and laying short, distracting kisses along her jaw. Eventually, they managed to get almost everything off, leaving Weiss clad only in her jet-black underwear. A garter held up her stockings, dark and lacy against her pale skin, matching the rest of her lingerie perfectly and leaving Yang feeling particularly under-dressed for the occasion. Then again, that was Weiss's own fault for not telling her that she was planning something 'special.' If she'd known, she could have prepared ...
"Weiss?"
"Mmhm?" the heiress murmured, her lips still pressed to the side of Yang's neck.
"Exactly how adventurous are you feeling?"
Yang could practically feel the shorter woman's hackles rising as the shorter woman pulled back, eyes narrowed in suspicion. "What are you planning?"
"I have a new toy that-"
"That's a little presumptuous of you."
"... actually, it was for me," Yang drawled. "But, if you want, we can 'break it in' with you. 'Cause it sounded like you wanted to try something new. So we could. If you'd like, I mean-"
"You're rambling." Weiss rolled her eyes, and cut her girlfriend off with a kiss. "I don't feel like getting up, so if you'd be so kind ..."
Grinning, Yang hefted the heiress into her arms with the barest hint of effort, clutching her to her chest as they made their way to the bedroom.
Weiss tugged the straps of her bra from her shoulders, watching as Yang's torso vanished into the closet, sounds of the blonde's rummaging slipping out through the open door. Weiss fought the urge to smile as she watched Yang dig through their closet, the blonde's face already far more flushed than it normally was after a brief makeout session. Whatever Yang was searching for, just the thought of it apparently had the other woman hot and bothered. It was even more obvious when she emerged a few seconds later, harness held in her hand and something hidden behind her back.
"We've used strap-ons before," Weiss drawled, craning her neck just a little, trying to catch some glimpse of what the blonde was hiding.
"Not quite like this one."
"Come on, Yang. Whatever you have, it can't be ..." Weiss trailed off as Yang pulled the toy out from behind her back.
"What the hell is that?"
The blonde grinned sheepishly as she passed her girlfriend the new toy, watching ice-blue eyes widen as she gripped the silicon toy between her thumb and forefinger. Calling it a dildo would be roughly equivalent to calling Weiss a businesswoman; it might be technically true, but there was a world of difference between a normal example and the thing Weiss held in her hands. The toy itself was a light, almost fleshy purple, the color swirling up the veiny, bumpy shaft and around the bulbous, slightly pointed head. It was thick, thicker than anything they'd used on Weiss before, sloping down and out until it spread into a bulge the size of her fist.
"I was in that shop down on forty-sixth, and ... well, it looked kinky and weird, so I figured-"
"Yang," Weiss looked up, eyebrows raised. Fair's fair. If Yang was going to tease her about their sex life, she saw no reason not to return the favor. "You're not bored, are you? This is a pretty kinky toy to just bring home."
With a snort, Yang joined her on the bed. "I'm living with two gorgeous women who constantly keep me on my toes. I will never get bored with you, even if all you wanted was straight-up vanilla. From your little 'I'm not made of glass' speech earlier, it sounds like ya don't."
"Glad you got the message."
The toy was tossed to the bed as Weiss leaned in to catch Yang's lips, pressing against the blonde and pulling her back onto the bed. Her back hit the mattress, and Yang followed until she was straddling the smaller woman, smart enough not to let the motion break the kiss.
"So," she asked when Weiss let her up for air. "How do you want to do this?"
"Yang, I wasn't kidding when I said I was worked up." In an instant, Weiss' hips were pushing up against Yang's, seeking some friction from the blonde's washboard abs. "Either strip and get to work, or I'm starting without you."
To her credit, Yang didn't need to be told twice. Weiss watched shamelessly, unclasping her bra as Yang stepped off the bed, whipping off her dark tank and shorts. The heiress' gaze lingered on the sharply defined muscles, tan skin sloping down into her waist before flaring out over her hips.
Violet eyes flashed with mischief, and Weiss found herself briefly weightless, flipped effortlessly by the blonde to land further back on the bed, gold flashing before her eyes as she felt fingers pluck at the waistband of her underwear.
"Yang!"
"Trust me, Princess," Yang said as she slowly drew the lingerie down off her legs. "You're gonna want to be nice and relaxed for when we start."
Weiss woke the next morning feeling unmistakably sore. It was a dull ache a part of her hoped would last for days, proof of what she and Yang had done, of how much Yang cared for her, a souvenir of their most recent tryst. The rest of her was simply grateful that she had several days to recover – weeks, in fact.
She couldn't completely keep herself from smiling at the thought. With Blake coming home in a few days, and almost of month of vacation time, Weiss was fairly sure the three of them could come up with a few more ways to pass the time. Just the thought had her ...
Weiss' eyes shot open at the familiar feeling of muscular shoulders settled in between her legs.
Kicking lightly, Weiss scooted back against the pillows, looking down as the girlfriend-sized bump beneath the blankets crawled over her leg and wriggled up towards her. Grinning wildly, a disheveled blonde head popped up from under the sheets, flopping down on the pillows next to the drowsy heiress.
"Good morning," Yang beamed, leaning in to kiss her girlfriend.
Weiss caught Yang's mouth with her hand, watching the lilac eyes roll as she wiped the blonde's lips before letting her continue with her morning affections. The kiss was short and gentle, and Weiss would have been tempted to call it chaste but for what Yang had just been doing.
"You know, I don't have any problem with the way you taste," Yang said as soon as they parted. "Especially since you still kinda taste a little like strawberries."
Weiss pushed mussed white hair out of her eyes as she gave Yang a fairly weak scowl. "Not in the morning, oaf."
"How are you feeling?"
"Sore. Cranky. Unfulfilled," she said, her glare getting a little more genuine. "Like someone decided to wake me up and stopped halfway through."
"Just a minute," Yang grinned, completely unrepentant. "I figured we'd take today nice and slow, and then tomorrow, we'll get started on anything you want to do. It sounded like you had something of a list."
"Sounds fine to me." Thin fingers reached out to cup Yang's face, sweeping back unruly waves long enough for Weiss to pull the blonde's lips to hers.
It was a nice moment, lying in bed, the equally naked blonde pressed against her, still sore and not regretting it in the least. The only thing that could make it better was a golden-eyed figure, dark hair tickling her nose, squeezed against Weiss' other side and – if she was lucky – purring contentedly. Still, this was nice, if a little lonely without Blake in bed with them.
Eventually she pushed, and Yang slipped obediently away from the caress, falling back onto the pillows.
"Now, since you were rude enough to wake me up, get back to work." Scowling at Yang's cheshire grin, Weiss shoved the blonde back under the blankets, and smiled as she felt muscled shoulders settling back between her thighs.
Well, here we go. This is the start of a section on Weiss' sabbatical, mostly featuring some 'fun times' for the three girls.
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