Shock Me - Redux
A fourth cup of brown ale, 2 teaspoons bourbon, a little Southern Comfort, and a dash of maple syrup for all the badass blonde Canadians out there.
Weiss sighed as she slumped deeper into the claw-foot tub. The scalding water washed across her body, soothing every muscle and lifting her enough to keep her from pressing too firmly against the bottom. Lilac drifted from a candle Ruby had materialized from god-knows-where, the flowery scent mixing with the musky shampoo. Her eyes fluttered shut as Ruby took her long hair in hand, letting the silvery sheet hang behind her as the water washed across her skin. Strong, calloused fingers began to massage her scalp, ivory foam mixing with snow-white hair as Ruby worked her way through Weiss' long tresses.
She let herself drift, not daring to imagine that this moment could be real. That the girl she adored could be pampering her this completely. Apparently, that had been Ruby's mission since they had salvaged the burned and broken remains of breakfast. After putting on more clothes, at Weiss' insistence, Ruby had spent the day waiting on her hand and foot, ignoring the heiress' constant objections.
It was Ruby who had decided that the best thing for Weiss was a long, hot soak. As she lay in the water, Ruby washing her hair, the foam bubbling out across the water's surface, she wondered how the younger girl was so good at this. Ruby never let her hair grow any longer than her wolf's-cut bob, but she worked through Weiss' locks with practiced ease. Maybe she helps Yang with that mane of hers.
Deciding she no longer cared, Weiss closed her eyes. She wanted to simply enjoy the moment, to let it shut out the nagging voices that hounded her. Despite the blissful bath, she couldn't help but feel uneasy, doubts and horrid fantasies of what could happen between them haunting her. No matter how she tried, the hands toweling off her hair reminded her of Ruby's pain and anger the night before, and the talk Ruby had said they were going to have. A talk which Ruby had studiously avoided.
Weiss forced herself up, quickly crossing her arms over her chest. The idea of Ruby seeing her naked still made her nervous, even if they had slept together. She'd even insisted Ruby turn around when she'd slid into the tub, pointedly ignoring the argument that it wasn't anything the younger girl hadn't seen already. At least the soap suds covered her for the most part.
"Are we going to talk about ... this?" Weiss finished, cursing her inability to simply ask Ruby how she felt about their ... whatever this was. She couldn't call it a relationship, not really. Those years in school, two more as full-fledged huntresses, and in the course of a few nights Weiss had demolished what friendship they had. For what? One night of sex?
Ruby was quiet for a long while, her hands still working the towel through Weiss' hair. Finally she stopped, gentle fingers twirling pale tendrils up into a knot at the back of Weiss' head. Setting the wet cloth aside and moving to the side of the bath, Ruby lay her head on the porcelain rim. Looking up at the heiress, she seemed so much like a sad puppy that Weiss had to fight to keep from smiling.
"Do we have to?" Ruby asked. "I-I'm still not sure exactly how to feel about this." She reached out, pushing a fallen strand of hair back past Weiss' ear. The hand lingered on her cheek, cupping her face. Weiss met her eyes, her heart skipping at the affection that shone from the younger girl's eyes.
"I like you. I like being with you," Ruby smiled crookedly, a wry note slipping into her voice "But when someone says out of the blue that they love you, it takes some getting used to."
The memory of the confession caused Weiss to wince, embarrassment clawing at her insides. "If I could do it over again ..."
Ruby stroked her cheek with her thumb before moving to fix yet another unruly lock back into place. "At least now I have a chance to decide how I feel. I just ... I need some time. I need to take this slow for now."
Weiss nodded, and watched as Ruby tossed the damp towel over the nearby rack. As she turned back to the bathing girl, Weiss could see the smile slip from Ruby's face, the girl looking genuinely serious for the first time that day.
"This is all a little new to me, Weiss. I barely dated while we were in school, and you know how I kinda focus on work."
Weiss nodded numbly as a cold hand gripped her heart. Did I ...?
"That night, was that ... that wasn't your ... I didn't ..."
"I'm not that inexperienced," Ruby rolled her eyes, the derision doing wonders for Weiss' pulse. "I've been with a couple people, I'm just not Yang."
Weiss smiled wryly, relief washing over her. Within a few months of starting at Beacon, the entire team had seen how frequently Yang bounced between boyfriends and girlfriends, thoroughly enjoying herself but only rarely starting serious relationships. She'd never hit on her teammates; she knew the pitfalls of dating someone you lived and worked with as well as Weiss did, but almost anyone else that caught her fancy was fair game. At least she'd been discreet enough not to bring her dates back to the room the four had shared. Mostly. Weiss still swore she'd heard Yang's voice echoing from JNPR's dorm room one night. It was an open secret that the blonde wasn't exactly quiet.
"What about you?" Ruby's voice interrupted her reverie.
"What about me?" she blinked, hoping feigned confusion would get her out of the trap she'd sprung on herself.
Ruby gave her the most withering stare she'd ever seen. Resigned that there was no easy way out, Weiss cleared her throat. "Not many, but," she lingered, knowing and dreading the discussion she was about to start, "I've only ever dated girls."
Ruby blinked, clearly not expecting that answer. Weiss refused to look away, her reluctance to talk about her history fighting her refusal to be ashamed of it. She'd already had to deal with enough backlash from her family. Then again, both Ruby and Yang
"So you've never done it with a guy?" Ruby asked, her customary lack of tact resurfacing.
"That sometimes happens when you're a lesbian," Weiss drawled, letting her voice drip with as much sarcasm as she could muster. "I've never really been that interested in men."
"That explains you not liking Jaune our freshman year."
She rolled her eyes. "Him hitting on me did not help matters. At least Pyrrha beat most of the stupidity out of him."
Ruby laughed, the bright note reminding Weiss of one more reason she loved this redheaded girl, "Remember his face when she proposed? We had to pry his jaw off the floor."
The humor turned infectious, the two devolving into giggles as Ruby's features contorted into an only slightly exaggerated copy of Jaune's. His classic clueless look was ridiculously wrong on Ruby's sharp, clever features. Without warning, she stopped, a small grin creeping cautiously across her face. Weiss cocked her head, waiting for an explanation.
"I just realized, we've gone three days without you really yelling at me," Ruby grinned, "I 'm getting all nostalgic for the tsun-tsun Weiss."
Heat flashed up the heiress' face, anger quickly following the creeping blush. "Dammit Ruby, I am not a tsundere!"
"There she is," Ruby chuckled, patting the snow-white head in the most patronizing way possible.
Weiss narrowed her eyes at the grinning little monster. Whipping her arm forward, an arc of water flew towards the infuriating little girl, catching her right in her smug face. Ruby stood there for a moment, dumbfounded as water dripped from her nose, before grinning, grabbing the wash basin, and hurling the liquid back at Weiss.
Minutes later, the tile of Weiss' bathroom was slick with soapy water, their fight having emptied half the tub. Weiss snapped the faucet back on, keeping one arm across her chest until the rising suds hid her from view. Ruby stood, wiping water from her eyes, drenched from head to toe. Weiss' righteous assault had soaked the offending girl, leaving her dripping on the already-wet floor.
"Not that this wasn't fun," Ruby laughed, shaking herself like a dog and spraying water everywhere, "But I need to borrow that bath after you're done."
Weiss paused, her pride engaged in epic battle with her desire for the manic redhead. "The tub's big enough for two," she finally mumbled, eyes locked on the opposite wall.
"Sorry?"
"You heard me, dolt," Weiss snapped, sinking down beneath the water, and instantly regretting saying anything.
For a long moment, Ruby just stared at her. For once, Weiss couldn't tell what she was thinking. Then she felt Ruby's hand against her face, and let the other girl pull her in. She felt Ruby's lips on hers, barely brushing together before her lover pulled her deeper into the kiss. Gone was her desperation from that first night together. The girl she loved was sitting beside her, and she planned to cherish every moment those lips were on her own. Weiss felt Ruby's fingers twine with her own, guiding her arms until she'd locked the taller girl in her embrace.
"That does kinda sound fun," Ruby said quietly, a smile playing across her lips. "But maybe next time."
Blake woke to the smell of Yang's coffee, the scent wafting through the room and drawing her from sleep. She rose, her usual groggy, bear-like mood replaced by a sense of pure, profound contentment. She could still feel herself glowing from the night before, more relaxed than she could remember being in a long while. Blake pushed herself from the pillows, the sheets sliding off her naked breasts to puddle in her lap. She smiled. There was something delightfully sinful about sleeping naked, the sheets brushing against her bare skin. Something I'd like to do much more often,she grinned, cherishing the memory of Yang between her legs.
Blake felt the mattress with her hand as she slid out, blushing at the still-damp spot on the sheets. Ignoring the clothing lying nearby, Blake flicked the coal-black bathrobe off the wall. Wrapping it around her naked form, she felt the fuzzy cloth tickle against her skin.
Blake had half-tied the cloth belt around the robe before she caught herself. Grinning sheepishly, she retied the robe, the knot hanging loosely around her hips. The robe now draped across her breasts, leaving the inner curves exposed to the air. Checking herself in the full-length mirror, she fluffed her hair, quietly pleased at the way the chaotic mass lay across her face. Satisfied at her appearance, and the impact she expected it to have on Yang, she reached for the door.
As she'd hoped, Yang stood in the kitchen, the thin tank-top and tight, high shorts she normally wore to bed still hugging her generous form. Blake remembered the feeling of her hands running across Yang's body, the incredible softness resting atop her muscles. Those hard abs, rippling under her touch. Sneaking behind her girlfriend, Blake wrapped her arms around the larger girl, tucking tightly under Yang's bra-less chest. Yang gasped from the surprise, Blake's arms pushing up the already prominent breasts.
"Good morning," Blake breathed, kissing the nape of Yang's neck. She smiled as Yang reacted to her touch, glad that she could get a rise out of her girlfriend after all the teasing Yang normally put her through.
"Someone's feeling frisky," Yang snot back, craning her neck back to kiss the top of Blake's head.
Blake's hand slid down the front of Yang's chemise to slip under the hem, tickling her tight stomach and causing the blonde to giggle. Her hand rose, sneaking up the shirt, Yang's breath growing heavy as Blake massaged her larger chest. Something she'd realized the night before – she loved that Yang was bigger than her in almost every way.
She slid her other hand down Yang's back, her fingers slipping down her shorts to grip the blonde's rear. Feeling her girlfriend try to slip away from the surprise, Blake playfully followed her target.
"Blake!" Yang gasped, Blake still kneading those magnificent breasts.
"Somebody did all the work last night." Blake growled playfully, loving the feeling of having the blonde temporarily under her thumb. "It's only fair."
"Oka-ay," Yang said, voice pitching as Blake kept petting. Her back arched, Yang gasping as the movement bumped her clit against the stroking hand. "I'll come back to bed."
"I'm enjoying this right here," Blake purred, thinking about everything she normally did to herself and wanting to do it to Yang.
Yang cried out, in pain not pleasure, and Blake froze. She slid out of Yang's clothes as gently as possible, horrified at having hurt her. Apologizing, Blake turned Yang around, looking up into her face to see what was wrong.
"Yang, I didn't mean ... I just did what I normally ..." Blake fumbled for words, her heart pounding from the terror of injuring the gorgeous woman.
Yang cut her off with a hug. "I'm fine," she smiled, patting Blake's head reassuringly, "It was just a little ..." Catching her breath, she kissed Blake's forehead, beaming down into worried golden eyes.
"It can take a little while to get used to having sex with another girl," she said, an angel of kindness Blake wasn't sure she deserved. "Sorry, but those nails hurt."
Her hands pulled Blake's face back up to hers before sliding down the front of her robe to slowly untie the belt. Sliding over to her shoulders, Yang let the robe fall, leaving Blake completely naked in the morning air.
Leaning in, Yang whispered in her ear, "Why don't we go back to bed, you take off my clothes, and I'll show you how to make me come."
Blake said nothing, knocking back Yang's nearby cup of coffee in a single go before sweeping Yang up into her arms. The taller girl shrieked happily from the surprise, her legs kicking playfully as she wrapped her arms around Blake's neck.
Blake tensed her jaw to keep from groaning. Dear god, she's heavy. The kicking didn't help, making her feel horribly off-balance whenever Yang moved. Still, it is pretty cute.
Blake felt Yang's hands on her face and let the taller girl pull her up, their lips meeting as Yang kissed her gratefully. Blake melted atop her girlfriend, pitch-black hair spilling into blonde tangles, her soft curves and toned form twining with the voluptuous girl beneath her.
"How was it?" Blake asked, her head resting atop Yang's chest as she snuggled into her lover's side.
"It'll do," Yang sighed. Blake sat bolt upright, ready to scream at this infuriating creature. She had done everything she could to please Yang. Just because she was less experienced, there was no reason for Yang to be so ...
Mouth half-open, she stopped as Yang caught her face in her hands, stroking the furrow from her brow as purple eyes beamed up at her.
"For the first course," Yang grinned evilly, tossing Blake onto her back before descending to devour her lips.
It was going to be a long morning.