For being her boyfriend, he hadn't seen Weiss as much lately. He'd be a bit more opposed to this if she was doing it without reason, but her recent forays into having a larger number of friends also led to to her spending time with them. That, coupled with classes and a trip back home for a bit meant that the two haven't seen quite as much of each other in the past few weeks. It was only by a small amount; it's not like her having friends meant that her boyfriend didn't get to go to events with them. His friend level had also increased since Weiss broke out of her shell. Still, while new friends were nice, Weiss was still always on his mind, and the sparser alone time made you long for her more.

It's not exactly the worst situation the man had been in. Weiss' time away meant that she held him that much closer when they were together, and she was happier overall.

Weiss caught on to her boyfriend's heartache when she's away. She made sure to clear her schedule one day, and made sure he did as well. Soon enough, they're back at their shared favorite restaurant, the one overlooking downtown. Last time they'd eaten here with her, they talked about why they were dating. Shortly after, the man went down on her in a changing room. The place carried good memories.

While once again talking about their relationship, Weiss keeps giggling to herself. She also made sure to tell her boyfriend that she told her team that they might want to practice their team moves all night. He imagined she had something in mind for later this evening. Then, in the middle of her flirting and implications, he started talking with her about her recent relationships. The man's girlfriend smiled as she told him all about that quiet guy from JNPR, the titanic guy from her history class, and that girl with the hat from Dust Theory.

Once Weiss and her boyfriend finished up with dinner, she lead him back to her room. He sensed her intent clear enough. She'd clearly been waiting for more things to experiment with since her last adventure getting fingered in class.

"Okay, Sweetie, I have something I've been wanting to try, okay? I've been thinking about it a lot."

The man thinks it's adorable that she's nervous, seeing as she's repeating herself.

"Of course, Princess." Weiss loves being called that more than anything.

Fidgeting with excitement, Weiss hugs her boyfriend. "Yay!" Letting her face rub into his chest, she continued with, "It's going to take a little bit to set up. Is that okay?"

Of course.

"Of course."

Weiss pulls herself away from a chest and heads into the bathroom, doing whatever she needs to before she tries out her idea.

Weiss was clearly ecstatic about whatever it was she was planning. The man wonders if she had more Dust to try out, or maybe something with her glyphs... She was versatile, after all. It had started with Haste and Slow, but the ice Dust and the Mute... And she later explained after that class with Yang that the glyph with the interlocking hands was a two way system that summoned a hand from her Knight that was remotely controlled by touch. That meant that he had, via proxy, actually fingered both girls at the same time, not just sent feelings over. That was nice to know, but it also showed more of her improved life; even summoning a tiny sword was difficult for her a few months ago, but now she was practiced enough to use her most complex ability for sex. She attributed it mostly to her boyfriend, along with her supportive team and her new friends. All the practice in the world back when she was home with her creepy tutors and overbearing father couldn't help her improve her summons.

Weiss was right; this is taking a minute. The man is honestly shocked she hasn't sent him another sexy selfie. Ah, well, unless she really felt like testing for something, he'd get to make her happy by helping out with whatever she was planning, and considering her teammates were told to keep busy, it involved intimacy.

In the midst of scrolling through photos, you hear a peep from the bathroom. "Are– are you ready?" This must really be something if Weiss is this nervous about it; her flourishing and comfort with sex had started when she walked out of the door in frilly lingerie, so one could wonder what could involve this much stuttering.

"Yes," the man says in his most comforting voice, stern enough to push through the door. "You can come out."

Out steps Weiss Schnee, the man's princess, dressed the part.

Still nervously fidgeting in an adorable way, Weiss tries to present her outfit as best as she can. She's wearing a very fancy, regal dress that wouldn't look out of place in a fairytale; shades of blue fused together, lighter colors forming the gown that passed over white heels and baby blue socks while darker shades made themselves apparent as ribbons, frills, and flowers passed along the rest of the outfit. There was even a cloth corset, tied together with white string to improve Weiss' bust. Her shoulders, neckline, and classy levels of cleavage are exposed, her delicate skin pure ivory underneath a silvery gorget around her neck, shining like a queenly collar. Covering her arms are baby blue gloves reaching past her elbows and tapering with a lacy pattern near her shoulders. Topping everything off was a silver tiara, glimmering in the soft lights of the room.

Contrary to her extremely blue outfit, Weiss was scarlet. You don't remember a time when you've seen her cheeks redder; it drew out her scar, but her clothing choice made her seem even more regal and tall because of it, as if she understood the pain of the subjects she'd have. She looks absolutely stunning and leaves you completely speechless.

Weiss looks at her boyfriend silently stare and covers her face. "Ohhh... this is silly, isn't it?" she whines. "It's just... you always call me, 'Princess,' and I remembered a cute story my mother used to read me..." She makes as if to go back to the bathroom and close the door, but she's stopped.

The man looks Weiss deep in the eyes and holds her. "It's not silly. You look absolutely gorgeous! Like somebody out of a storybook!" He lets her go and looks at her outfit again, audibly marveling at her regality and beauty. "Just... wow..." The surprise of her outfit and her appearance is just overwhelming with how gorgeous she looks.

Weiss looks meekly up, saying, "Do you really think so? I thought it might be weird..."

"Of course," the man replies, unsure of how to drive in the point more. "You look amazing."

Weiss blushes for other reasons now that she's convinced that her fantasy was precious. "Do you remember that girl I was telling you about, Coco? She's been teaching me how to sew clothes; I haven't done any sewing since I was a girl, but I wanted to make this for you!"

Suddenly, Weiss' time spent hanging out with friends didn't seem like it was taking her away. She went out of her way to do something like this just so her boyfriend can see his, "Princess," and it made her even more lovable.

"I love you, my Princess," the man says, putting his hands on Weiss' shoulders and kissing her. Weiss shakes with happiness as she's reminded of her position in your mind.

As the man lets go of the kiss, Weiss twirls, showing off her craftsmanship in her dress. "Coco thought you wouldn't like it," Weiss says, now giggling. "She said it was too much and that I should try something sexier. Proves her wrong."

While Weiss wearing a homemade sexy outfit does sound appealing, letting her live out a fantasy, especially one based on what her boyfriend calls her, is far better. He can see the glow coming from his girlfriend's face as she smiles, dancing in her dress.

Weiss' parading around suddenly makes the man conscious that he's way underdressed. She hasn't asked him about his measurements recently, so he imagines she didn't sew him anything.

"So," the man says, interrupting Weiss humming a beautiful tune as she danced. "Is this the part where I kneel down and say, 'My lady,"? As beautiful as she is, he imagines part of the reason she made the outfit was for roleplay, considering her team was out.

"Not yet..." Weiss looks nervously at the ground again. "There's... there's another thing I wanted to try first, and this might be a little strange."

"Anything, Princess." Weiss smiles at the words.

"Well... I want to be the princess!" Weiss said, excitedly.

"You have that covered," the man points out, motioning to her tiara, dress, heels, everything.

Weiss huffs. She does that when her boyfriend is cheeky. "And every princess deserves her knight in shining armor!"

The man looks down at his decidedly not knight armor. He's wearing upscale clothes because of the date, but that isn't shining nor is it armor. Barely anyone even wore full armor thanks to Aura, anyway. He guesses he's her knight, though Weiss can easily protect herself. The sentiment was there, at least.

Weiss sees her boyfriend looking at his clothes and nervously giggles. "I... I think I can help with your outfit. Trust me, okay?"

Did Weiss actually make a suit of armor?

The man's thoughts are interrupted by a glowing light coming from behind. As he turns around, he sees more flashes of white as Weiss does whatever she planned.

When the man's eyes readjust from the flash, he looks down to see that he's wearing a softly glowing white set of knight armor, sans the helmet. Paying attention, he realizes it's the same armor as Weiss' knight summon. Coupled with the new cape, he now can play the part of Princess Weiss' knight in shining armor better than anyone ever could, as the armor followed every motion on his body, as if he had picked it up from a smith. It's a strange feeling, but Weiss sounds so, so happy.

More pride surges through the man's heart as he understands that the summon that was once Weiss' greatest challenge was now being used for her simple desires. And he gets to do it with her.

The man looks up from his sudden wardrobe change, clenching his newly gauntleted hand, then meets his gaze with Weiss. She looks ecstatic, and she can't seem to get a single word out. He decides to set her fantasy into motion by kneeling.

"My Princess," the man says, sternly, as if he were addressing a real princess, or at least one that had subjects. He hears Weiss squeak with delight.

After a moment, Weiss says, "Stand, my loyal servant," in a soft, caring, sweet tone. Her boyfriend stands to meet her gaze as she continues with, "Tell me, do you wish to serve your princess?"

"Anything for you, my fair lady," the man says, the fact that Weiss liked the cliched lines apparent by her smile. "My only wish is to serve you."

Weiss puts out her gloved hand, daintily holding it for her boyfriend to take. "I wish to retire to my bedchambers. Escort me." She's struggling to stay in character as she holds her free hand to her mouth. She can't contain her smile.

"As you wish," the man says, taking the hand and leading the excessive distance of five feet until they reach her bed. Weiss doesn't sit down. "We've arrived, my lady."

This whole experience was silly, precious, adorable, everything of that ilk. Weiss and her boyfriend are pretending to be knights and princesses and the both agree that it is the cutest thing ever. If Weiss wanted to be a princess, he'd make her feel like he was her most loyal knight. Both clearly feel a bit childish spouting lines from old books, but it made Weiss seem fit to burst with joy. This was love.

"My knight," Weiss says, her decidedly soft eyes suddenly turning sharp. Her beaming grin turns to a more subdued smile, one her lover was familiar with. "I wish for you to join me. I long for attention from such a loyal subject during the cold hours of night." She pulls the hand towards her bed and moves her boyfriend to a seated position.

The man reacquaints himself with his fair lady's look of desire. Now admiring Weiss' dress again, specifically her bust, he responds, "Anything for you, Princess." Weiss tilts her head and smiles then sits on his lap before turning to the side, delicately laying in his arms. Her boyfriend cradles her, ready to reassure her of her royal status.

Weiss seems to shrink as she nestles her head into the armored chest. She closes her eyes and seems to take in the moment, relegating it to her favorite memories. In this instant, she is a princess, and her boyfriend, her knight, holding her in his arms and taking away all of the bad things in the world. He strokes her hair and removes her heels.

"The kingdoms won't approve of this," Weiss says, quiet as can be. "They all believe I should marry a prince."

"No one can make you as happy as I can. That's what matters." That was saccharine, but this whole situation was. Weiss holds tighter, still. "The kingdoms will see."

"I wish to know how happy you can make me, then." Weiss has that look on her again, the one that says she's excited. "I wish to be happy enough to silence the kingdoms."

The man is almost sad to see all of Weiss' work go. He feels less sad as he lifts Weiss and lowers her onto her bed, sprawling her out upon it. She looks up, lust becoming more and more dominating in her eyes. There are few things better in life than the sight of Weiss Schnee staring up from her bed as her boyfriend looms over her. The sense of lust that decorates her eyes as her face curls into a sly smile motivates every move as he unwinds her princess corset with knight gauntlets.

"It is my honor as your knight to serve you, my princess," the man whispers, loud enough to see the joy in Weiss' eyes as a result. "I will keep your bed warm as long as you will have me."

Smiling wide, Weiss replies, "And have me you shall." She tenses up as her boyfriend touches her shoulders, but quickly relaxes enough that he feels like she'd accept anything he'd do to her.

Taking great care to treat her as if she was royalty, the man runs his hands gently across Weiss' skin before he starts to unwind the backlace keeping up her dress. As he finishes, she wriggles up so he can start pulling it down off of her, exposing what lay underneath.

The man was wrong. A better sight to see than Weiss Schnee laying on her bed was Weiss Schnee, wearing a silver tiara, a silver gorget, baby blue elbow gloves, blue panties, and light blue knee highs. Lying completely topless, the princess nervously starts trying to cover her bare chest, acting as if she'd never been seen naked. It's beautiful.

"My princess," the man says, wishing to comfort Weiss.

Shyly looking up, Weiss says, "Ravish me, my knight."

"As you wish." The man decides that Weiss wearing gloves, knee socks and jewelry is insanely hot when she doesn't have anything else on, so he starts sliding off just her panties. He fumbles with his pants for a moment thanks to his phantom armor, but Weiss wordlessly dissipates it, allowing him to lower his pants and see Weiss hitch at his erection.

This feels like in any other context there would be a joke to be made about the man's sword, but Weiss looked like she was far too into her fantasy to appreciate any immersion breaking. He decides against it to keep this intimacy.

Weiss' eyes shoot open as her boyfriend penetrates her, filling her core with his shaft, her vision taken up by him in his armor and cape. Her boyfriend, the powerful knight, makes a woman out of Weiss, the subservient princess, her only wish to be his. He grips her hands tightly as he begins pushing into her, hearing the results of his motions as Weiss moans. Missionary felt like the right position for this for whatever reason. Weiss was making it seem as though the princess was a virgin, and that tended to be a good starting position from what he's gathered. Plus, it let her get a full view of the armor, making her fully experience making love with her loyal knight, and he gets to look down at his princess as she writhes with pleasure. Holding her gloved hands with gauntlets just added to the intimacy.

Weiss was always quick to cum, and sings out her orgasm as her boyfriend continues penetrating her. Her legs wrap around him as he slides back and forth, trying and failing to hold as she loses herself.

"Princess..." the man says, breath ragged as he ravishes Weiss as she had wished.

Stopping herself from biting her lip, Weiss replies with a loose, "Keep going! Y-You're princess is– OHHH!" She hitches again, her legs tightening around the waist before falling limp again.

The man feels as though Weiss won't be using Dust this time around, but it's clear neither of them need it. Her breath is failing her, and he feels this moment is far too special to try to artifice. He can see the pleasure on her face as he quickens his pace.

Feeling the moment come, the man leans in close and whispers, "Weiss!" dragging out his girlfriend's name into her ear to let her know. He brings her waist to his and shoots inside of her, filling her with seed as she finishes again with an immodest moan.

Weiss' eyes shoot open as she accepts the expenditure, her heartbeat skyrocketing as she cums for the third time. Her body spasms before she falls back onto the bed, exhausted, satisfied, and no doubt with her dreams fulfilled.

The knight armor vanishes as Weiss looks up, unable to hold her Semblance any longer. The man pulls out, leaving his girlfriend a gorgeous sweaty mess on her bed, still wearing her tiara, gorget, gloves, and socks. She's precious as she moans softly up to him.

After spending a few minutes recovering, Weiss redresses into her princess outfit, and her boyfriend climbs into her bed after a bit of clean up. With him against the wall, Weiss leans against him as he holds her, treating her like the princess she is.

"Did you like that, Princess?" The man sure did. It was the perfect mix of cute, saccharine, fun, and love. Letting Weiss live out her fantasy felt like it was his dream come true, in addition to hers. It was beautiful intimacy.

Weiss nestles closer before saying, "That was everything I wanted it to be! Thank you, so, so much!" Her boyfriend strokes her hair some more, passing over her tiara.

"You know I'd try whatever you wanted to." The man loves Weiss. That's enough reason to at least let her indulge. This wasn't even about makeup work because of those imposters anymore, this was just about Weiss and love.

"Forget about that. Let's just keep doing this for right now."

The man obliges and continues cuddling with Weiss. Eventually, she climbs off with one final kiss citing she doesn't want Yang to see that she played dress up. He agrees she'd never let the princess thing go if she found out about it. She lets him watch her playfully strip it off piece by piece before she changes into her nightdress and lets her hair down. She climbs back into bed and he returns to sappy touchy feely stuff. It's cute and she loves it.

The man only decides to leave when the rest of RWBY comes back and sees the man and Weiss cuddling together on her bed. Yang makes fun of the two for PDA despite being alone and in her room, Blake sort of looks longingly (or at least he thinks/hopes she does), and Ruby kind of giggles at how embarrassed Weiss gets over her intimacy being interrupted. The man decides to give her one last kiss, one upping her team into shutting up.

"Goodnight, my Princess."