A/N: Hey again! Sorry for the delay I had loads of work to do last weekend so I put this chapter on hold for a while!
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Arieko- I'm currently working on a freezerburn fic set in the past (I think around the early 1900s) which is just something that I'm currently playing with to see if I can get the time period written well so it may end up here or I may scrap it.
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eatmyfries- things will be getting more serious (i'm excited for it too) but I am a slave to the fluff so there's always going to be some like in this chapter and I am going to work on my Ruby because I really do have trouble with her characterisation.
When Weiss awoke she was pleasantly warm. Her eyes adjusted and in the dim morning light that spilled through the edges of yellow curtains she realised that she was at Yang's house, more accurately Yang's dad's house.
She rolled over and saw masses of fluffy golden hair sticking out of the comforter which Yang was hidden under.
Weiss then realised she needed to wake sleeping beauty and ask her a question. She prodded the mass and spoke up, "Yang. Yang!"
She received a groan in reply and then some movement, it wasn't the movement she desired however, and the light was blocked out when breasts began squashing Weiss into the mattress.
"Mmmph." Weiss jabbed at the form on top of her until Yang groggily opened her eyes and pushed herself up with her elbows, taking her weight off Weiss' chest.
"Morning princess, you look beautiful may I say."
"Yang, flattery isn't going to change the fact that you just nearly smothered me to death."
"Whoa, I hardly smothered you. Plus death by boobs has to be one of the best ways to go…" Yang grinned down at her.
"Yang!"
"Alright. Sorry about that. You aren't apologising for being a cover hogger though? I nearly froze my ass off for half the night whilst you were all bundled up nice and warm."
"I'm your guest and you should treat me as such."
"Yeah yeah." Apparently that was enough talk for Yang who leaned down to capture Weiss' lips with her own in what began as a rather chaste peck.
It wasn't long before Weiss was digging her fingers into the bare skin of Yang's back, just above the top of her black shorts, to pull her closer.
"What time is it and why don't you have a clock in your room?" Weiss asked the smirking woman who kissed her jaw.
"I don't believe in early mornings when I haven't got classes."
"Of course." Weiss rolled her eyes and ran her fingertips higher up Yang's back, her touches bringing about goosebumps on the warm skin.
"What time do you have to be home?" Yang asked and kissed her way slowly down Weiss' neck, paying extra attention to the throbbing pulse point.
"Mmmm. It doesn't matter."
"I'm that good at this?"
"No, my father is away the entire weekend."
"Cool," Yang murmured against Weiss' collarbone and then lifted her head, tilting it to the side in a cute expression, "wanna meet my dad?"
Weiss felt her heart thud and her palms begin to perspire.
"…Yes."
"If you're not ready I can sneak you out of the house, he got back from work really late so he's probably only just up."
"No, I want to meet him, I'm just nervous."
"You've got nothing to worry about, I mean he's gotta be a great guy if he raised me right?"
"Your boastfulness really knows no bounds."
"You love it." Yang winked and pressed a kiss to the very tip of Weiss' nose before rolling out of bed. She stretched her arms above her head and there was a series of cracks as she twisted her torso and made motions with her fists, she turned to grin widely at Weiss and it appeared her morning preparations were complete. "Let's go get some breakfast!"
"It will take me a bit longer than that to prepare myself."
Her feet padded against the tiled floor and Weiss pulled at the bottom of the too large sweater she had borrowed off Yang before taking in the hulking form of the dark haired man hunched over a frying pan.
He had wide shoulders, covered by a tight green t-shirt that looked as if it stretched with every movement of his prominent muscles, and around his middle was tied a white apron, revealing his position as chef for the morning.
The scent of breakfast was heavenly to Weiss' empty stomach and she was enjoying it when a chirpy greeting broke into her reverie.
"Morning!" Ruby was flicking over a page of a novel as she sat at the dining table, a tall glass of milk resting in front of her.
Yang placed her coffee on the table and stood up to smile widely at Weiss and then, much to Weiss' surprise, she leant into a deep bow before pulling out a chair, next to the one she had been sat in. "If you would like to sit Madame?"
"Thank you." Weiss took the offered chair and sat with her back straight and her hands clasped in her lap.
The chef turned around at the distraction and locked his startlingly lilac gaze onto Weiss', revealing the front of his apron on which the words "Mr. Good Lookin' is Cookin'" were printed in capital letters.
"So this is our honoured guest!" His voice was a low rumble but held a distinct cheeriness that aided Weiss to remember how to breathe properly through her nervousness. "It's nice to finally meet you Miss Schnee, I've heard a lot. Yang never really stops going on about yo-"
Yang chose this moment to cough loudly. "Yes. This is Weiss and Weiss, this is my dad."
"It's a pleasure to meet you Mr Xiao Long."
"Call me Tai, Mr Xiao Long makes me feel like we haven't seen each other in slippers." He kicked up his leg to reveal pink, fluffy slippers and sent her an incredibly Yang-esk grin.
"I'm afraid I failed to bring my own," Weiss said, smirking at Tai's expressive eyebrows- they seemed unable to stay still and instead jumped around his forehead in a spectacular imitation of hopping bunnies.
"Never worry! I'm sure Yang will inform you of the dress code next time, do you like pancakes?"
"Yes, thank you, they smell delicious."
"I am what you would call a culinary genius, you must prepare to have your mind blown!" With this exclamation he made a wild gesture with his large hands and almost knocked a stack of ceramic plates off the counter in the process.
"Dad we don't want to be buying more plates again," Yang stated after a laugh that lit up her entire face.
"You're right." He froze still for a moment then shot his hand towards the stack before shouting up, "think fast!"
Weiss gasped when a white plate was thrown across the kitchen and towards their table until it was snagged out of mid-air by Yang who rolled her eyes before carefully placing it on the table.
Taiyang thoughtfully rubbed at the stubble that covered the lower half of his face before nodding. "Great reflexes Yang, Ruby…" Silver eyes shot up. "Prepare yourself."
"She gets a warning!" Yang complained and Weiss' eyes widened even more so when Ruby threw her book to the floor in order to leap out of her chair, over their table and catch the mug that had just been lobbed towards the doorway.
She let out a relieved sigh from her position on the floor with the cup cradled between her hands.
"Ruby is younger than you Yang, therefore she gets a fair warning." He momentarily maintained a stern countenance until he broke out into a wide smile again. "Well done Ruby! I knew baseball was your sport! Now…" All held their breath as they waited for his next announcement. "Everyone who wants pancakes needs to be in a line in front of me in the next five seconds!"
There was what Weiss could only describe as a mad scramble from the two sisters as they charged across the kitchen.
"Five, four…" Weiss calmly stood from her seat and paced across the tiles, ignoring the desperate looks the two sisters sent her as if to say 'hurry up!' With their wide eyes.
"Three, two… one!" By the end of the countdown Weiss was stood behind Yang in the three person queue and watched Ruby practically vibrating on the spot in her excitement.
Taiyang held before him a plate stacked with several pancakes and he looked down at his youngest daughter with fondness as her asked her: "nineteen times seven?"
"Huh…" Ruby tilted her head in contemplation as Weiss' brows met in the middle, "one hundred and thirty-three!"
"Correct!" He beamed and passed the plate into her delicate hands, also holding out the syrup for her to stick under her arm as she carried her goodies back to the dining table.
Yang approached him next, pushing her shoulders back and adjusting her feet defensively.
"The minimum weight in women's professional boxing to be considered Middleweight?"
Yang blinked once. "One hundred and sixty-five pounds."
"Spot-on!" He winked and awarded her with a piled up stack of freshly prepared pancakes.
Weiss swallowed the lump in her throat at the thought of what question he would ask her.
Lilac eyes so like Yang's, yet even higher up than usual due to his terrifically tall stature, took in Weiss' face and she could feel her palms begin to sweat under the scrutiny.
"Weiss Schnee…"
"…Yes?"
"You get a free pass 'cause you're new here but I won't be so lenient again." He smiled down at her, the corners of his eyes crinkling, and held out a ridiculous amount of food which she gratefully took.
"Thank you."
"Let me know if you want any more okay?"
There was a loud shout, obstructed by the food in her mouth, from Yang, "can I have more?"
"Not unless you give me twenty sit ups and fifty push ups," he immediately replied, earning a groan from Yang.
"Ugh." She hastily finished her last pancake and by the time Weiss was sat at the table Yang was beginning the first work out of her day on the kitchen floor.
Weiss carefully took a forkful of pancake and lifted it to her lips, ignoring the fact that Ruby was practically inhaling her breakfast. It was delicious. Crisp on the outside and fluffy in the middle, the sweetness hit Weiss' tongue and she closed her eyes at the sensation.
"You are tasting the famous Xiao Long pancakes," Tai's deep voice reached her ears and broke into the near spiritual experience she was having. "It is a recipe that has been in my family for generations and will be for many generations more."
"They're delightful," Weiss replied when her mouth was empty.
Chewing in a motion that accentuated his square jaw Tai swallowed before getting a mischievous gleam in his eye that was so typical of Yang. "So Weiss… you seem very polite."
"Why," Yang managed to get out between gritted teeth as she pushed herself away from the floor, "do," she took a deep breath, "people keep", she grunted, "saying that?!"
"At your last birthday party your friends started a food fight and we had to get the wallpaper completely removed and replaced in the living room. At another party I had to prevent a child using the piñata baseball bat to beat people up with, I can still feel the lucky hit he got to my crotch just thinking about it. A few weeks ago sun was sat, bare-foot may I add, on the kitchen counter eating a banana. Need I go on?"
Yang leaped up from her final push up and held her hand out for him to stop. "I get the point. Can I have more pancakes please?"
"They're on a tray in the oven to keep them warm," Tai replied as he turned back to Weiss. "Sometimes I wonder if her stomach is a bottomless pit."
Weiss smirked and it turned into a genuine smile when Yang sat down beside her and took her hand, leaving the blonde to use her left hand to eat her breakfast which proved to be a difficult task that resulted in plenty of syrup ending up around her mouth.
Yang strode purposefully into the kitchen of the Schnee mansion starting with, "Hey babe," until realising the figure leant against the marble counter was decidedly not Weiss.
"Well. Hello to you too." The low, suggestive tone had Yang frozen as she took in this newcomer.
Yang raked her eyes up a lithe frame; from high heels, skin-tight black leather trousers- that Yang imagined were near impossible to remove- to an exposed midriff, silver bellybutton piercing that glinted in the fluorescent lights, a stylish crop top- revealing the sleeve of tattoos that encompassed her left arm- and then, finally, she settled on her face. Bright, teal eyes much like Weiss' but with a leafy green tone were assessing Yang's own form, lifting a perfectly shaped eyebrow in the process. Short hair, white but fading to light pink at the tips, framed a face so like Weiss' yet lacking that characteristic scar and revealed the multiple piercings that decorated her ears.
Yang's addled brain only allowed her to think one thought: she was hot. Really hot.
"Could I ask the name of the delightful stranger who referred to me as 'babe'?" She inquired as she sauntered across the tile, each click of her heels sounding rhythmically through Yang's mind and mesmerising her into a further stupor.
"U-uh," Yang began and when this mysterious woman stood before her Yang was pleased to find that she had the height advantage of almost a head, this stranger was taller than Weiss but not quite the height of Yang. "I'm Yang."
"Yang…" The woman looked up intently at her and Yang swallowed thickly, wondering if she was supposed to be speaking right now. "That's an interesting name. Now why do I feel I have heard it before?"
"Uhm I do boxing?"
"I'm in the presence of Vale's favourite women's boxer?" Yang simply nodded.
"What a pleasure. Perhaps I should introduce myself; I'm Winter Schnee and I'd like to know why you are in my parent's house, you don't appear to be the type of company my dear father usually keeps."
"Yeah… I'm Weiss' friend." Yang hesitantly replied, not sure whether she needed to keep their relationship a secret or not.
"Oh a friend, I see. Where is baby Weissicle?"
Yang couldn't contain her grin at the nickname, "Weissicle? Wow. I love it. Heh. She's somewhere around."
"And you often call each other 'babe' platonically do you?" Winter wondered as her hand reached up to smooth the lapel of Yang's leather jacket.
"Uh… we…"
"Winter?!" Yang sighed in relief when Weiss stalked into the room, oddly red-faced.
"Hello little sister."
Weiss halted in front of them and flicked her eyes between their faces, "so you've met Yang."
"That I have, has my Weissicle finally started to rebel?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." Weiss stuck her nose up.
"Oh come on," leaning closer to her sister she whispered, loud enough however that Yang could easily hear it, "please tell me you're banging the hot, muscly blonde."
Weiss immediately blushed, her pale skin blossoming into bright red all over her face and neck, whilst Yang decided she liked Winter; though she was rather mischievous she seemed like fun.
"Winter!" Weiss harshly scolded the smirking form of her older sister.
"I simply wanted to have a sisterly chat." She shrugged her shoulders and pulled a look of openly feigned innocence before addressing Yang. "You'd better be treating my sister right."
"O-of course." Yang leaned back, away from that intimidating glare. "I really, really like her."
"Good. Hey, seeing as you're built like a tank could you help me carry some of my luggage in?"
"Sure thing. I like your tattoos by the way"
"Thanks, if you like these you should see the one I have on my as-"
"Don't!" Weiss warned, glaring at her sister who simply laughed at her and led them outside where a black convertible with shining alloy wheels and its trunk open was waiting by the steps.
Weiss noticed that Winter seemed to have a particularly large amount of luggage for someone who had supposedly left home.
The two Schnee sisters stood together whilst Yang lifted another suitcase out of the car.
"So does father know about her?" Winter asked, quiet enough that the grunting blonde wouldn't be able to hear them.
"…No."
"You actually are rebelling." She said it with a wonderment in her tone.
Weiss sighed before blurting out, "I think… I think I might love her." She even shocked herself at the admission.
Winter shot straighter and leaned closer, her eyes wide, "you're serious?"
"Do you believe I would just say that without meaning it?" Weiss glared at her.
"I suppose not. I really will have to get to know her then."
"Mother likes her."
"A fine recommendation. Other than this startling news how have you been?"
"Winter, do you not recall the terms we were on when you departed?"
"You're still angry?"
"Of course I am. You left me," Weiss bitterly returned.
"I'm not going to apologise when I needed to leave. You know that business was never my passion Weiss, I couldn't change myself just because father desired the perfect heiress."
"So you passed the duty to me."
"You don't have to stay for him, you can escape if you really want to- you could even come with me."
Weiss rolled her eyes. "You know I can't do that."
"You would only need to discard your notions of 'duty' to our stupid name and you would be free."
"You and I have a rather differing definition of freedom."
"I'm always here if you change your mind," Winter offered.
"Out of guilt rather than love."
"That's not true."
"Perhaps it was harsh." Weiss turned to her sister's pained eyes and wasn't quite certain of what she should say, if anything, to heal the wounds they had both inflicted on each other in the past.
"Well," Yang walked up to them, dusting off her hands, "that's everything."
"Thank you for your aid." Winter replied.
"No problem. You've got a nice ride there, what's the engine like?"
Weiss rolled her eyes at the look of excitement in both of her companions' eyes.
"I could let you take a look," Winter answered.
"Sweet!"
Weiss sat up, keeping her lips on Yang's, as her free hair spilled out behind her, and still she needed more contact.
They paused for breath and Weiss panted out "remove your shirt."
"You sure?" Yang asked, pulling Weiss into her lap and running her hands along the silken nightgown that covered Weiss' back.
"Yes."
"Okay, why don't you do it?" Yang lifted up her arms and Weiss toyed with the hem before slowly lifting it, revealing more tanned, bare skin with every movement of her hands. Weiss stripped the shirt and placed it on her comforter, leaving Yang in her yellow sports bra and shorts- a pleasing sight to the young heiress who pushed Yang onto her back and straddled her middle.
"Did you just finish boxing?" She inquired, kissing then sucking hard enough to mark Yang's neck as she listened for a reply.
"Y-yeah." Yang managed to gasp out, her hands coming to rest on Weiss' hips to hold her in place.
"Any injuries I need to kiss better?"
"Anywhere will do."
"You're going to have to be more specific than that," Weiss taunted, grinning wickedly at the groan of despair she drew from the woman beneath her when she removed her lips from red skin.
"Weiss…" it was a breathless pant that did all kinds of things to Weiss' lower body and she leaned back down again-
"Weiss! I need to ask your opinion on something-" Winter burst into Weiss' bedroom and took in their compromising position before laughing and closing the door behind her, staying in the room, and leaning against it to hold herself up.
Weiss clambered off Yang and stalked over to her sister, glaring up into her laughing face. "Winter! I thought you would have learnt to knock by your age!"
"S-sorry!" Her giggles were hindering her from forming words. "I just need a moment okay? I never thought I'd walk in on my little sister. Oh I really interrupted didn't I? And you were on top! She's a boxer but you're the top?! I can't even-"
"Stop that!" A bright red Weiss stamped her foot and filled her command with as much authority as an embarrassed teenager could muster.
"Okay, I've totally got this under control." She took a deep breath in which then dissolved into a new fit of laughter when she released it.
"This isn't funny!"
"But it really is! Okay, I apologise for walking in on an… intimate moment but I was actually going to ask if you could read through a new novel I'm working on."
"And what makes you think I'd want to help you? Especially in light of this?"
"Well I'll leave you two guys alone and make a sincere promise to knock next time if you do?"
"…"
"Come on Weiss, hey Yang- you think that's a fair deal don't you?"
"It's…" Weiss almost felt sorry when she saw wide lilac eyes flicking between the two Schnee's, "…uh better than nothing?"
"There you go Weiss 'it's better than nothing' such a passionate backing from your girlfriend should be enough to sway you."
"I'll read your stupid book if you leave now and vow to give us more privacy!"
"I'll email you the draft tomorrow, have fun guys! You kids stay safe." She winked at their blushing countenances and waltzed out of the room.
"…I can see where all your mother's genes went."
"Yang!" Weiss scolded, not seeing the amusing side to this in any way.
"She's kinda cool for an older sister, like me ya know? I've got to respect her for that and her tatts, and her hair, and her car, and her fashion sense-"
"Are you quite done?" Weiss turned away from her girlfriend and folded her arms tightly across her chest. "If you like Winter so much why aren't you dating her?"
"…She isn't you, Weiss."
"No, she sounds far superior."
"I don't mean it like that. There's only one person I want to be with right now and that's you. You're the one I think about every night before I sleep and I haven't ever felt it this deeply before… are you really gonna make me go all sappy on you 'cause you know I will."
"Humph," Weiss grumbled under her breath, hearing Yang get up from the bed and walk towards her.
"You're so cute." Yang danced around the edges of Weiss' vision.
"I'm not cute; I'm terrifying."
Yang took a moment to seemingly take in Weiss' words then stood before the crossed arms of her petulant girlfriend.
"… Do you want a hug?"
"Is that your answer to everything?"
"You haven't complained about it before," Yang said, tapping her toe against the floor as she opened her arms.
Weiss' grumble was muffled into Yang's shoulder when she enclosed herself in strong arms that were always so gentle for her.
"Now…" Yang began as Weiss leant back in her grasp enough for them to lock gazes, "do you want to tell me why you're mad at your sister or not?"
"Do you really want to know?"
"Of course I do, anything that's making you upset is something that I want to address and at least try to help with. Sometimes just talking to someone can make things feel better, lighter, ya know?"
"Yes." Weiss closed her eyes and nodded slowly. "She is older than me as you already know so she was originally in line to inherit the company. When she had to leave high school, and we all presumed she would undertake a business degree, she revealed that she actually had plans to travel and wanted to take partake in different pursuits that certainly did not involve father's business."
Weiss paused to swallow and think over her explanation before continuing. "Outraged, my father practically disowned her and stated that if she wanted to travel she could leave and not return. I had grown up not being an heiress until it was thrust upon me. We have no other siblings, I have to inherit the company and part of me resents Winter for not giving me a choice when I would have had all the freedom she has if she hadn't left."
"Would you prefer to not inherit the company?"
"…No. I just hate that I have no other choice. I like business but I do not like the fame that will come with being head of the company and the lifestyle I must lead to be deemed respectable."
"Hey, you can't waste time letting what others think bring you down. If you wanna be a businesswoman who kicks ass in the boardroom by day and a superhero by night you can totally do it, if you have been told that you can't love another woman and be taken seriously then that's bullshit. It must take a certain kind of strength to run a company like your dads and maybe Winter just doesn't have that."
"And what if I don't?"
"Do you really believe you can't do it?"
"I don't know Yang."
"I want you to be happy more than anything, if you want to study business and become the most intelligent and hottest ever owner of the Schnee Corporation I'll be with you as long as you want me, if you don't wanna be a business woman I'll support you in whatever else you decide to do. Weiss, with your grades and willpower I am certain you could study whatever and wherever you wanted."
"I want to live up to the Schnee name." She sucked in a deep breath. "Yang, I have to tell my father about us and get him to understand that my private life is not going to prevent me from running his precious company."
"Okay, we'll convince him to give us a chance." Yang pulled Weiss closer again and buried her nose into ivory locks. "Nothing is going to stop us from being together."
Weiss nodded but could feel the tell-tale pricking of tears at the back of her eyes, she resolved to keep them hidden from Yang.
In moments like this she couldn't escape the hounding problems in her life, the constant questioning of her future, of their future.
She was going to take responsibility for her own life.
A/N: Please let me know what you think about the characters introduced in this chapter (I know we only got a brief glimpse of them but they will have some relevance to the story) and any theories about what Yang and Weiss are going to do next.
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