The taste of whiskey on his hot breath was welcome, and Winter gladly opened her mouth to the Huntsman before her. It had been half a year since their last encounter, and since then Winter missed that warmth dearly.
She missed the warmth of his mouth, his arms, his skin, and his body. She had felt loneliness and emptiness before, but since her experience with Qrow, she now knew what it was like to feel more… whole.
Being so involved in her work with the Atlas military in the past half year, which was her own idea, to keep her mind off of Weiss, just left her feeling colder and colder. The Atlas military certainly wasn't known for its warmth, and Winter just wanted a smile or a laugh every once in awhile. Not only that, but she wanted gratification…
In the past few months, she attempted to satisfy herself on her own. It worked initially, but as the months drug on, she had found it harder and harder to relieve her… needs in peace. Often times she wouldn't finish, or would be bombarded by thoughts of this man's stupid face, looking up at her from between her legs. Sometimes the image helped her finish, and other times it just frustrated her and made her stop. After all, whatever she did to her own body was nothing compared to what he did with it.
But now she didn't have to worry about that. He was here, his lips pressed against hers and his arms wrapped around her. Winter might have hated Qrow, but she loved feeling him in this moment.
The Huntsman pulled her up, grabbing onto her thighs and pushing her against the wall, roughly. It was the same place he had her pinned to earlier, but instead of his sword to her throat, this time it was his lips. He kissed and licked and sucked her neck with a fervor that made Winter realize that he might have felt the same as she had in the past few months. The thought was comforting, and Winter tilted her head, allowing him room to work.
"You gave me a hickey last time…" Qrow muttered into her neck, only stopping his assault momentarily.
"What's that?" Winter asked, straining for breath. "It sounds vulgar."
"Technically it is, I suppose…" He chuckled, raking his mouth up and down her neck. "I was marked for six days… y'know how many women shot me down because of your little love bite?"
Winter scowled, gripping the Huntsman's shoulders. "No. I don't and I don't want t-"
"Four. It was devastating." He looked up, his sparkling, crimson red eyes making Winter realize he was teasing her.
"Oh shut up." She frowned, grabbing him by the neck and pulling him back down to work.
"All I'm saying is, I owe you." Qrow lightly ran his tongue along her neck, and Winter rolled her eyes.
"Then shut up, and do it." She frowned, running her hands through Qrow's hair. He did oblige, kissing and sucking so hard that it hurt occasionally. After he was done, he pulled away, a satisfied grin on his face.
"Is there a bed in this place?" He asked, running his hands up and down Winter's toned thighs.
"I'm not sure… there might be one upstairs… The White Fang have been staying here fo-"
"Let's go find out, then." Qrow interrupted her, slinging her over his shoulder in one swift movement.
Winter turned bright red, and not just from her head being upside down, "Qrow, I can walk." She protested, kicking her feet gently.
"Where's the fun in that?" Qrow chuckled, carrying Winter up the stairs with one arm wrapped around her waist, and the other holding her left leg for support. Once they reached the top, Qrow reached up, playfully smacking Winter's rear. She yelped, nearly jumping out of his grip. Qrow found that immensely amusing, while Winter only found it embarrassing. How humiliating. Not only is he carrying me in such a way, he has to… ngh. She shook her head, accepting it. After all, it was Qrow.
He strolled down the hallway, reaching the open bedroom. The White Fang had removed the original bed frame, opting to just lay the mattress, pillows, and blankets all over the floor. It was as if they were trying to divide up the resources for one bed amongst five people.
Winter hit the mattress, bouncing slightly, the pit growing in her stomach. This time… this time for sure. Winter sat up, reaching down to hastily unstrap and remove her boots, throwing them aside. When she fumbled with her vest, Qrow chuckled, leaning over her.
"What's the rush, Schnee?" He joked, grabbing her hands.
Winter turned bright red, and she ripped his hands off. She wouldn't be toyed with again. "Hurry up, Qrow. I'm not in a patient mood." She threw her vest across the room before fumbling with her shirt, too.
Qrow just watched, that amused look on his face. "What? Afraid I'll run off again? You regret not finishing what we started?"
Winter stopped, frozen, her whole body stiff. Yes. She had gone through the conversation in her head many times, knowing that Qrow would bring it up the next time she saw him. "You are the one who made the decision to leave, therefore you are the only one who can regret that choice." She stated coolly, watching Qrow twinge a bit.
"Maybe… but it's obvious that you wanted it, too." He replied, but all his smoothness was gone.
"So?" Winter rose a brow, pulling off her button up and throwing it aside. "I'd never done it before. I wanted the experience."
"Wanted?" Qrow paused, watching her with interest. "Do you not want it anymore? Are you not a virgin anymore?"
Winter scowled, his tone making her want to kick him out of bed. "Shut up, Qrow." She muttered, grabbing his hair and pulling him into a quick, rough kiss. She had thought about saying this before, too. "Shut up and fuck me." She growled, reaching over to unbutton his coat, enjoying the shocked expression on his face, and watching the shudder ripple through his body.
"Whatever you say…" He murmured, letting her cast off his coat before he reached down pulling her pants off. "White bra and navy underwear." Qrow murmured, running his fingers along her lacey, white bra. "Do you not match your underwear on principle, or what?"
Winter frowned, grabbing Qrow's belt and undoing it before pulling it through the loops. "It's really not a thing a see a reason to do. I'd have to go out of my way… besides, these underwear are comfortable and so is this bra. That's what I care about." She muttered, shaking her head. She easily reached behind her back, undoing the hooks and casting her bra aside.
"I'm just teasing you." Qrow murmured, he stared at her breasts, his hands automatically reaching up to softly grope them. His hands were rough and callused, but they felt better than her own hands had on her body.
Winter reached down, attempting to unbutton Qrow's pants, but her hands could quite pull them off. With a chuckle, Qrow ended up helping Winter with his pants, revealing his erection. Winter looked away, embarrassed by it, but very interested. Luckily, Qrow didn't notice, kicking off his shoes and pulling his pants all the way off. "Maybe we'll go lingerie shopping sometime…" He winked at her. The wink reminded Winter of her first orgasm at Qrow's hands, and she laid back on the bed, not wanting to look.
The Huntsman gingerly slid her underwear down and off, not nearly as tickled by the sight as he had been the first time. Qrow's hands traveled up her body before he leaned forward, kissing every bit of skin he could get his lips on. When he purposefully avoided her lower lips, opting to kiss her inner thighs instead, Winter couldn't take it anymore. "Please stop teasing me. I'm… ready." She murmured, pressing her hands to her hot face.
"You sure?" He asked quietly, a serious look on his face.
"Yeah." Winter nodded, lying back and running her fingers up the sheetless mattress. Qrow went slowly and gently, but it didn't change the fact that after the first few inches, it really hurt. Her instincts told her to use her aura, but the Huntress pushed that urge down, having read that it numbed the sensations.
He pushed all the way in, not stopping until his length was fully sheathed in her. Winter clawed into the mattress, her body quivering. Qrow waited a beat, letting Winter's body adjust, before he began to move. He was far gentler than the Huntress would have expected, and the slow, slight movements shook her from the core to her fingertips. Winter focused on the feeling, biting her lip, feeling her body reach closer to that high. Even as gentle as he was, Winter finished after a few minutes, throwing her head back as she moaned, not caring if anyone heard. Her muscles tightened and loosened, giving her a slight after-high euphoria.
"Did you just cum, Winter?" Qrow's voice broke her peace, and she opened her eyes. The Huntsman leaning over her looked both bewildered and hungry, and his hands traced up and down her body.
Winter ignored him, pressing a hand to her sweaty forehead. Qrow didn't relent, though, that stupid smirk in his face. "You did miss me, didn't you, Ice Queen?" He grabbed Winter's thighs, pulling her up and onto his lap.
The sitting position was more comfortable as it got Winter's back off of the itchy mattress, but it forced her to look at Qrow's stupid face. "You wish, Branwen." She muttered, rolling her eyes. He didn't fall for it, though, lifting her up and sliding her back down onto his member. Winter clenched her eyes shut, the pain almost non existent now, but the feeling was still so foreign to her.
Winter preferred being in Qrow's lap, as it gave her more leverage over him. She wrapped her arms over his broad shoulders, gripping into his back with her nails. Qrow took this as a signal to start moving again, which he did with more vigor than before. Once she got used to the rhythm of him lifting her up and down on top of him, she began to do it herself, bouncing on his lap. Having the control over the movements was incredible. She had the control over how deep and how fast and at what angle. It was invigorating. Winter decided she'd be on top anytime Qrow would allow it.
Qrow let his hands wander up to her chest, groping her breasts and tweaking her nipples. Winter bit back a moan, pressing her face into Qrow's neck. Her nails dug deeper into his lower back as she got closer to finishing again. "Qrow…" Winter murmured against his skin, struggling for breath.
"Just a little more." He muttered back, his breath just as strained as hers. Qrow's hands grabbed her thighs, pulling her down harder and faster. Winter bit her lip, trying to fight the feeling that was washing over her body. She wanted to finish, and it was going to be soon. Qrow began moving his hips against hers, too, his body roughly colliding with hers. When he hit a particular spot hard, Winter came, her vision going white. She threw her head back and drug her nails across Qrow's skin, a long moan escaping her open mouth. Seconds later, she heard him grunt and shudder, before he went weak, leaning on her shoulder.
Winter rested her head against the Huntsman's chest, listening to his heart beat rapidly before it slowed back down to normal. That was incredible. Her thoughts raced, and her body felt even weaker than it had when Qrow pleasured her with his mouth.
Qrow reached down, lifting Winter's chin up so she had to look him in those red, sly eyes. "You okay?" He asked quietly, a softness to his face that Winter had never seen.
"Yeah…" She nodded, gently rubbing his chest. Better than okay… That was amazing. I needed that. "Are you okay?" Winter rose a brow, worried because she had never seen Qrow look like this, not even after battle.
"I'm great. Why wouldn't I be?" He smirked at her, leaning down to kiss her neck. Winter rolled her eyes, shaking her head. After a few minutes, the Huntsman came up from her neck, a pained look on his face. "But, could you get off me?"
"Oh, right!" Winter turned bright red, lifting herself up and off the Huntsman's lap. Qrow leaned over, grabbing something from his coat, and Winter stretched her back before lying back on the bed. Qrow joined her there after wiping himself clean and throwing the tissue aside. He handed a few to her, and Winter cleaned herself off, too, before throwing them into a nearby trashcan. Winter was still worn out from their activity, but strangely enough, she craved more of it.
As Winter laid back, gazing up at the ceiling, she heard Qrow's familiar chuckle beside her. "What's so humorous?" She turned to the naked Huntsman beside her, his body covered in a layer of sweat.
Qrow gave her that devilish smirk that drove her mad and reached out, wrapping his arms around her. "Winter Schnee… losing her virginity… in a shit hole like this." Winter's eyes slit, and she would have smacked the man, but his strong arms were restraining her tightly. "It's kind of fitting, actually…" He just smirked down at her, and the Huntress found the whole thing to be rather insulting.
"Shut up, Branwen." She tried to sound intimidating, but failed. Winter would have demanded he let her go, but she didn't want to leave his warm arms just yet, even if it was degrading.
"Not to mention how terrible you look right now." Okay, screw the warmth. I want to punch him. Winter's cheek twitched in annoyance, and she writhed against him, trying to get free. "Well, as terrible as you can look… which still makes you gorgeous." He murmured, pressing his lips to hers.
The compliment surprised Winter, and she turned bright red. The moment didn't last, though, as Qrow couldn't help but speak up when he pulled away. "You could really use a shower, though." Winter gave him her coldest stare, and Qrow finally faltered. "I mean… Just because you just... " He hesitated, a rare thing for the man. "You're covered in mud, sweat, and blood. You do need a shower."
"And your hair is greasy, you need to shave that scruff off your face, and you smell like cheap booze and whores." Winter scowled at him.
"Mmm. The whores were cheap, but the booze was not, I assure you." Qrow replied with a smirk, and luckily for Winter, she could tell he was joking. "It doesn't matter though… you like it." He purred into her ear, causing Winter to squirm.
"I do not." She replied, indignantly, clenching her fists. After a few moments, Qrow loosened his grip, allowing Winter to wrap her own arms around the Huntsman. "How long will you be in Mistral?" She asked, trying to hide her hopefulness.
"As long as I have to be…" Qrow replied vaguely, which also upset Winter.
"Do you mean that as a joke about us or are you referring to your… mission here?" Winter asked, trying to get a clear answer.
"What do you mean by 'us'?" Qrow teased, raising a brow at the Huntress. "Are you getting attached to me, Ms. Schnee?"
Winter frowned, not in the mood for his games. Definitely not. "I'll be deployed here for the next year or so. General Ironwood doesn't want me in Vale because of the recent attacks, or Vacuo because of my family name… And Atlas…" She paused, taking a deep breath through her nose. "If I'm there, I'm not sure I won't storm the Schnee mansion, abduct my sister, and kill my father…" Winter looked up into the Huntsman's crimson eyes. "So, here I am and here I'll remain."
Qrow looked at the woman quizzically, and Winter sighed, rolling her eyes. "Look, if you're gonna be in the city, I have an apartment I'll be staying at and-"
"Moving in together? That's a big step." Qrow joked, and Winter struggled to not scratch him to get him to focus.
"Look, I was just gonna say that you could stay with me. You'd have a bed to sleep on, a place to shower and eat… and you wouldn't have to scrounge to survive." She frowned, tilting her head. "I'm just trying to be nice. If you'd rather stay on the streets, that's fine by me."
"No, I'd rather stay with you." Qrow smiled. It wasn't a smirk or a grin, it was a smile, and it made Winter smile back.
"Good. I mean, whatever…" She shook her head, looking away. "I'll send the coordinates to your scroll…" Winter released him, and he did the same. The two Huntsmen separated. Winter stood up, a bit shaky at first, but her strong legs bounced back fast. She searched the floor for her vest, finding it thrown on top of a dresser. Pulling her scroll out, she quickly found Qrow's information, which had been on her phone on principle, not because she was tempted to contact him a few times in the past half year. Winter blushed to herself, typing out the information and sending it to him.
"Alright, well…" She turned around, noticing that Qrow was just laying in bed, stark naked, not a care in the world. "Um…" Winter looked down at her feet, not wanting to let the man distract her from work. "I should call a bullhead and have them pick me up. No one showed up, and it's doubtful they will soon. I'll just have a team plant a few bugs inside the building." She rattled off in a military tone. her posture straight and rigid again.
"Right…" Qrow sighed, grabbing his pants and pulling them on. "Any chance I can catch a ride? I'm tired…" He muttered, zipping his pants.
"No." Winter replied sternly, looking around for her underwear. "You can go through the swamp." Qrow gave her a look, and Winter wanted to tease him for once. She approached him quickly, grabbing onto the waistband of his pants and pulling him closer, tilting her head up towards him. "It shouldn't be too hard for you, Bird Boy." She murmured into his ear, smirking wildly. Qrow chuckled, even as Winter let him go, turning back to her search for her panties.
"True. One more request, though…" He muttered, lifting up the familiar navy fabric. "Can I keep these?"
Winter turned bright red, snatching her underwear from his grasp. "No, you may not."