Bumping the ratings, people. Yes, there is a scene of explicit nature coming (pun intended).

"So you're suggesting… we bake."

"Yeah! It's going to be great, Weiss, just you wait!"

After Weiss' magnificent victory against Coco in the tournament, Ruby had felt the overwhelming need to take the girl down to Vale in order to get some baking supplies. When did she agree to this? According to her, cookies and cake were in order after such a hard fought battle, and while Weiss didn't have a sweet tooth like Ruby did, she supposed it would make for a nice day of activity - provided they didn't set fire to the small kitchenette in their room like Yang did the last time she tried to cook.

The shit-eating grin on Yang's face was as clear as if it happened yesterday. "They're just a bit hotter than expected," she proclaimed, whilst Blake desperately ran around putting out the raging inferno they called an oven.

"You know I don't like sweet and sugary things all that much," Weiss said with her hands on her hips.

"But you like me!" Weiss… actually had to give it to the younger girl. Clever move.

"I mean, I suppose we could…"

"Weeeiiisss!"

How was she ever supposed to resist those utterly adorable puppy eyes? It was a trap, she knew it, but she couldn't help but be lulled by the siren's song… where the siren was a young girl, and the song was beautiful wide grey eyes… but her point remained.

"You have five minutes. Make yourself look decent, I'm going to go and let Blake and Yang know we'll be down in town." The authoritative tone she used told Ruby that this would be about as sweet as the deal would get.

Ruby squealed and immediately dashed around the room, collecting her various garments. With it still being early in the morning - because according to her team leader, nine in the morning was apparently very early, - Ruby was still in her pajamas and yet was intent on creating mischief and havoc wherever her roses blew. Weiss pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration; no doubt her or poor Blake would be left to clear away the leftover petals later on in the day.

Weiss stopped in the doorway and looked back, holding the handle of the ajar door in her hand. "Ruby," she began, "please behave. It's the least I could ask."

Flopping backwards onto Weiss' bunk bed, she blew off the girl in white. "Pfft, whenever have I misbehaved?"

"I'd tell you, but I'm sure your sugar-rotted brain wouldn't be able to process all the times you've acted like an utter dolt in public." There were no malice behind the words, and Ruby just rolled her eyes. "I'll be back in a few minutes - and please clean up your rose petals, they get everywhere." Even besides this, Weiss knew that the younger girl likely wouldn't bother. She barely caught Ruby's goodbye as she stepped out of the door and into the hallway.

Now, to find Blake and that pesky partner of hers…

The aforementioned cat faunus was searching for someone specific. Someone that escaped with her most prized and treasured book. She would think that finding a long-and-white-haired, twin-ponytailed girl of 16 would not be hard given the scarcity of both the length and colour of her hair. Not to mention the haircut. Blake didn't really like twintails, but that didn't matter in that moment.

A familiar scent invaded her nostrils. Yes, that would be the one I smelled on the book yesterday. She followed the smell, watching not to trip over someone or something. She was expecting the scent to bring her either to the airship dock or one of the girls' restrooms. To her surprise, it led her in a completely different direction. A direction that was definitely one of the faunus' favourite places on the whole academy. Why would she take that book there, though? It's not really something you read in public spaces. Blake chuckled. Maybe i can catch her in the act then.

Her smell didn't fail her and she actually got to the academy library. With a grin, she entered and took in the wonderful smell of old books and ink mixed with almost surgical cleanliness of the area in which she found herself. The one scent that made her come to the place still pervaded the room, though. Blake went into full stealth mode and started quietly moving and looking around for traces of the girl with the stolen book.

The academy library was a very large place, though. Blake knew she wouldn't find Winter in the public benches, but that still left her with more than half the library to search through. Luckily, her nose would not fail her, she was certain of that. Somehow, quietly moving around the area made Blake feel like a huntress. Not the kind that saves the world and all that jazz, though. The one that was chasing her prey in the wild, that made her feel powerful, the primal urge that she couldn't hide no matter how hard she tried. Well, we are part animals. Can't really say I didn't expect that.

Creeping from the shadows, she finally reached a very secluded part of the library. It wasn't just the scent now, it was something else too. It was… Sound. Sound of someone… Moaning very silently? The voice was very cute to Blake's ears, too.

Winter, you cheeky, cheeky Schnee.

Winter was pretty ashamed of herself. Not as much of the fact that she stole… Borrowed… Blake's book. No, that was by far not the thing that was making her feel ashamed. It does say something about me, doesn't it?

She felt ashamed because of what she was about to do. Then again, she was in the most secluded spot in the library, she was sure of that. She was pretty much positive she's one of the few people that found that room in the first place. And it was not like it'd be the first time she'd done something like this. It would be a first time in a bit more open space, though, and that thought aroused her just a bit more.

Given the size of the library and the desolation of the room Winter was in, she was also pretty sure nobody would hear her even if she planned on being loud. Which, of course, she wouldn't because she was not stupid.

And it was not like it was her fault! It was not her fault at all that the writer chose the last chapter to have Lumina and Minerva be… very nice to each other, taking care that the other wasn't getting too hot since the room they were in seemed to be on fire, at least that's how she was picturing it, what with them taking each other's clothes off and all. And the way they were touching each other was so… Alluring to her. Before she knew it, she was only reading with one hand, the other unwillingly - yes, unwillingly - went to a place that wasn't necessarily a place one should be touching in public spaces like libraries.

Her breath was hitching and suddenly Winter felt like the temperature of the room rose rapidly. She wanted - for some unknown reason - to take off the top layer of her attire, that day consisting of a snow white tank top (it was a hot day anyway) and matching denim shorts, something that didn't take a long to put on and was comfortable and made her look presentable.

The hand that wasn't holding the book was caressing the white-haired girl's body and by some accident or so, the hand brushed a spot that her sports bra couldn't make completely numb. She released a small yelp of surprise. She was never that sensitive there before. The hand wandered down to her waist and a bit below. At first Winter thought she had a different accident, but it turned out that it was a very different liquid. The liquid that would ooze from her whenever she did what she was planning on doing.

She slowly unzipped the zip on her shorts, revealing her striped white and blue panties. Continuing the reading, never taking her eyes off the book, it seemed like her hand had a mind of its own, wandering up and down the panties, from time to time going a bit over the edge, making Winter shake just a little. In that moment she knew she couldn't stop anymore. The hand entered the panties, now in direct contact with her skin and the neatly trimmed white landing strip. As if following the strip, one of her fingers ran through it and then over the edge, making a sudden contact with the slightly swollen nub that was the source of the white-haired girl's pleasure. The jolt the touch sent up Winter's body made her moan not too silently. She dropped the book for a second and covered her mouth with the then free hand. After making sure nobody heard, she picked the book up again and continued with the 'reading'.

With the graphic descriptions the author of the novel used, Winter didn't need an overly active imagination to envision both Lumina and Minerva, entwined in throes of passion, barely containing their moans and screams as they pleasured one another. It was very much like watching a video on her scroll, with the only difference being that it was just so well written and not really visible. And that thought made Winter start rubbing the aforementioned nub a bit more forcefully, which elicited many gasps and short moans.

She then tried something she had only learned about a week earlier: she slid her fingers down so that her index and middle were positioned directly at her entrance while her thumb was making small circles around the clit. She started inserting the index inside and while it hurt just a bit, she continued pushing it further and further in. At last, the whole digit was in and Winter let out a sigh of relief. When she pulled it almost completely out, she positioned the middle finger right next to the index and tried to push them both down. That succeeded after a few tries. Her vagina was finally open enough for the two fingers to slide in and out effortlessly.

She then picked up her tempo, pumping ever faster and circling the clit faster still, coincidentally moaning faster and faster. She did somehow manage to keep the moans very silent.

As she felt her release nearing ever more closer, she dropped the book and shut her eyes, now envisioning the scene described in the book without the narrator, the free hand started rubbing the breast under the sports bra. Her release was so close, she could almost feel it. Just a bit more…

"Winter?"

Boy, was Winter ever shocked as she heard a voice behind her! Both her hands were on the desk in an instant. Sure, her shorts were still unzipped and her left hand was wet, but maybe, just maybe, the person didn't see what she was doing and would leave soon. And I was so close, too! Whoever this is, they're gonna pay… Oh.

She turned her head around to see who dared to disturb her in her moment of bliss and noticed the yellow eyes of a certain black-haired girl from her girlfriend's team. The same girl that Winter stole.. Borrowed from… The book that was accusingly open on the page that Winter was reading before her interruption. All anger she might have felt at being disturbed dissipated immediately after realizing Blake had caught her red (and wet) handed.

"Ummm… Hi, Blake." Winter tried so hard not to blush, but she probably wasn't doing a very good job of it. At least judging by the grin on Blake's face.

"Hello, Winter. Didn't expect to find you here." The grin on her face widened even more. "I couldn't help but overhear some super cute moaning when I walked past the door. At first I thought someone was in trouble, then I opened the door and noticed it was just you here, alone. Am I interrupting something, by chance?"

"No!", Winter said loudly and perhaps too quickly. "Nothing at all."

"Odd. Oh, since I found you… Do you perchance remember seeing one of my books around the campus? Someone stole it from me. It is a very precious book to me."

"W-What is it about?"

"Oh, it's a graphic novel. The story is nothing special, but it is nevertheless my most prized book. Oh, there it is! Someone must have forgotten it here in the library!" She walked to the desk and picked the book up. "Oh, look, somebody's been reading it! And… On this scene…" Blake looked down at Winter's hands. "I think someone was more than reading it, in fact."

"I… Can't take it anymore! Quit beating around the bush, Blake!"

"Okay, I'm quitting that. What I'm not quitting, though, is this: missy, I have you in the palm of my hand. And you better not try to escape from it. It might end badly for you."

"What do you know about me that I should be afraid of?", Winter scoffed.

"I know plenty of things. For example, I know of your little… Activity here today. And some other stuff too." Blake's voice was completely calm, almost purring. Like a cat that knows her prey is done, but can't resist playing with it some more.

"Like?"

"You'll find out soon enough. For now, I'll be taking my book back. However, don't forget. I have stuff against you and I can use it at any moment. See you around." With those words, Blake turned around with a book under her shoulder and left the room, smirking to herself. It feels good to overpower a Schnee after all the years of them overpowering us.

Winter, on the other hand, was furious. How could she let down her guard like that? Now she was in a pickle that was unlike anything she experienced before. This girl had incriminating evidence on Winter Schnee! There was more than just a simple rumour of her being a smutmonkey, it was a matter of keeping the Schnee name unblemished. Well, to a degree. She stood up, almost forgetting that her shorts were still unzipped. She spared one last frustrated look at her soaked striped panties and quickly zipped them up.

"Come on Weiss!"

Weiss wasn't following Ruby so much as being dragged by her around the bustling streets of Vale. The strong grip on her hand wasn't about to give any time soon, and she just resigned herself to her fate. Buildings stood tall all around her like forests of concrete, grey structures dividing the city's roads up. Weiss wouldn't describe it as a jungle so much, having grown up in Atlas herself - the skyscrapers in the cities of Atlas were far more imposing and much taller than those found within Vale. The year-round layer of snow was especially beautiful, a treasured sight to see, and really put the icing on top of the metaphorical cake.

Speaking of cakes and baking, the duo had just arrived at their first stop, a quaint little bakery shop with the windows packed full of sugary treats. As much as Ruby salivated over these cookies, the two were here to browse the range of supplies they had - and not taste test the cookies. It actually took Weiss physically restraining Ruby to make sure she didn't shoot off into the shop.

Walking through the door at a stately pace, Weiss took a look around. A small counter resided in the corner with an aging lady behind it. One or two rows of shelves lined with various ingredients and tools took center stage in the shop. It wouldn't be much more than a case of walking up, grabbing the required ingredients, and then paying for them, before leaving.

Ruby clearly had other ideas in mind.

"No Ruby, we don't need a Grimm cookie cutter."

"No Ruby, we don't need a rose-decorated bowl."

"No Ruby, we don't need a rifle-shaped wooden spoon."

"No Ruby, we don't need an ice-cream maker."

Most of the visit went on like this; Ruby would pick out a random object from the tools section and plead to Weiss to let her have it. Weiss actually had to remind herself that Ruby was, in fact, a student at Beacon, and not only had a very deadly rifle/scythe combination, but also more extensive firearm knowledge than Weiss could ever possess and unmatched skills.

And here she was, nearly crying fat crocodile tears, just because the icy heiress wouldn't allow her to buy useless and unneeded kitchen equipment which they already had. Why was a simple wooden spoon and bowl not enough?

"Weiss, can I hav-"

"No Ruby, we don't need a- we're supposed to be here to buy baking ingredients, for dust's sake!"

Ruby put down the item she held with a pout. It wasn't everyday that the girls got to go down to Vale and buy more general, non-food supplies for their dorm that gave it the personal touch. This was one of those days, and that quite clearly necessitated buying all kinds of new tools, cutlery and wares.

Complying with Weiss' request, she offed herself towards the aisle of baking ingredients, with the shelves packed full of all kinds of flour, sugar, chocolate and who knew what else. It was like Ruby's dream - but broken down into many, smaller, unrefined parts. Parts that didn't involve upper and lower receivers, barrels, stocks or magazines, annoyingly.

"Hey, Weissy," Ruby called out, ignoring the prompt 'don't call me that' response from Weiss, "Which flour do you want me to get? I mean, there's like three different packs here, and they all look the same…"

Weiss turned the corner with her arms occupied by a basket which looked relatively empty at the moment. The only thing Ruby could actually see in the basket was a very high quality chocolate imported from Mistral, the known masters of chocolatiers. It'll be amazing if this doesn't make her hyper, Weiss thought to herself, because I didn't even know they did 95% coco…

Her eyes scanned the shelves, holes already being burnt into them by the ever focused Ruby. There were a few kinds of flour, but most were for the professional cooks. Weiss simply grabbed the first package she saw which said "Self Raising" on it, as apparently that was usually a codeword for failsafe baking ingredients. "This should do," she said with forged confidence. In all actuality, she had no idea whether it would work or not. Weiss had never indulged in baking, spending most of her time as a child singing, training with her rapier or playing with Winter.

Her mother never baked with her, nothing like Ruby probably did. She was a woman of business, and more often than not it always ended up calling for her.

"Weiss.

...Weiss?

Hey, Remnant to Weiss, you in there?"

Weiss was snapped out of her reverie by a certain redhead who had stuffed her arms full of all the savoury items she could find; chocolate chips, strawberry icing, and pretty much anything else on the shelf that contained even trace amounts of sugar.

"Is that everything?" she asked with dry sarcasm.

"Uh.. yeah? I think it is. I mean, I don't know, do you like chocolate? There's plenty of it, we need to make sure you like it-mff!" Ruby was cut off as Weiss put her hand over her mouth.

"Yes. This will be fine. Come on, we need to pay for all of this."

"Righty-o!" Ruby gave Weiss a mock salute as she snatched the basket out of the heiress' hands and bounded towards the counter. Weiss would not be surprised, she thought, if the poor lady behind the till died of a heart attack. It took all of her willpower to drag her feet on over to where the excited redhead was reciting the tale of grandeur which was, apparently, the two of them looking through the shop to buy ingredients.

"Did you actually think about this before you suggested it?"

"Uhm… yes? I mean, I've baked a few times, so we should be fine…"

Weiss couldn't help but groan. Ruby decided that now, as they stood in the small kitchenette of their dorm, with the ingredients (and the rose-decorated bowl Ruby snuck into the basket) laid out before them, was the best time to tell Weiss she "didn't exactly know how to bake," and not only that, she wanted to bake both cookies and a cake.

There was literally no good outcome to be had from this.

The next couple hours quite literally flew by for Weiss, and from her memory, she could only recall some of the whole escapade, likely pulling her hair out in frustration during the remainder.

First, Ruby decided that instead of being careful, it would actually be best to attempt to open the small bag of flour with Crescent Rose's blade. Needless to say, it was a terrible idea, and before they knew it, they were both completely covered head-to-toe in a thin white layer of flour. Ruby was rolling around on the floor in laughter, and Weiss was less than impressed.

After a quick clean up, Weiss salvaged what she could of the flour in the bag and reprimanded Ruby for doing something so ridiculously silly. She confiscated Crescent Rose, and handed it off to Yang who was just heading out to the gym for the day.

"Weiss, no! She's my sweetheart!"

"Your 'sweetheart' can't be used to bake, dolt. It needs to be as far away from you as possible, and unfortunately, the responsibility of keeping it lies with Yang."

"Pfft, it'll be fine Ice Queen. I'll just put it in the corner or something, or maybe play hot potato with it with dad."

Once she got Ruby to stop sulking, she asked her to go and get the eggs out of the small fridge and to not break them; which, surprisingly, she managed to. Ruby placed the eggs down on the counter and had earned Weiss' trust… for now. The two set about mixing together all the ingredients they bought haphazardly, with little regard to actual amounts. Weiss would have liked to measure the ingredients out, but she didn't know the correct values, and Ruby wouldn't care despite being a better baker.

Oh well. She'd just have to throw caution to the wind.

After pouring the worryingly thick and lumpy mixture into the tray, Ruby assured Weiss that, yes, the mixture was supposed to look like that. Weiss wasn't convinced but followed through on the younger girl's plan anyway. They stuck the tray into the small oven and set the timer (after a few minutes searching on the net) to 15 minutes.

"But Ruby, look, it says you should put them on for at least 18 minutes."

"Yeeeaahh," said Ruby, "but I'm really hungry and I can't be bothered to wait that long."

"It's literally two minutes longer!" said Weiss with a raised voice. She pointed back towards the oven where the mixture was now being cooked. "What if they all come out disgusting and sloppy? Then who's fault will it be?"

Ruby waved the girl off as she picked up the mixing bowl - the one with the roses on - and began licking the mixture from the inside of it. The contented noises she made would tell anyone that the leftover mixture probably tasted quite nice. The horrified noises Weiss made would tell you that she was less than approving of what the girl was doing.

"Ruby… what are you doing?"

"Mmm?" Ruby took her head out of the bowl and looked at Weiss quizzically. She had mixture all around her mouth… on her nose… how did she get it into her hair? "Oh, you want some? I mean, you can always lick the spoon. You know, I left it for you, being kind and all."

Weiss rolled her eyes, and took the spoon before dumping it into the sink. The rest of the items they had used which had gotten dirtied soon followed it into the bath of soapy water. It paid to be prepared, even if the water was only lukewarm by now. She took the initiative and began to scrub some of the larger pieces of kitchenware, knowing that if she had left this task to Ruby it would have never been done.

Yang chose that moment to walk in, nearly kicking the door down before announcing her arrival in her usual sing-song tone. It only took one big sniff, audible from even inside the kitchenette, before the blonde came barrelling through the frame and taking a look around.

"Mmm… what's cookin', Weiss? Smells good."

Weiss turned on her heel whilst still cleaning up the tray for the scales. How Ruby got that bit covered in mixture, she'd never know. "We're baking cookies, if you must know."

Ruby chimed in, sticking her head out from behind the bowl which was almost clean by then, saying "Yeah! We're gonna bake a cake later, too! Weiss said we could, didn't you?"

"Well, that depends. At this rate, we're going to have to do it tomorrow, because you wasted all our flour! We're going to have to go and get some more, unfortunately."

"Aww. I was looking forward to that…" Ruby began sulking.

"Well, don't worry, I'm sure there's plenty of other things to do while we wait. Maybe, for example, you could have helped me clean the dishes?" Weiss gestured to the number of drying pieces they had gotten dirty sitting on the drying rack next to the sink. Ruby pouted and put her hands on her hips.

"You never asked!"

"I shouldn't need to ask, you dolt."

"Have either of you seen Blake?" Yang chipped in.

"I'm right here."

All three of the girls screamed as Blake spoke, stepping in from behind Yang. The ninja had made a habit of putting her excellent stealth skills to use and creeping up on the other three when they least suspected it, and it never ended well. It was essentially as good of a prank as you'd ever receive from the quiet, much more reclusive girl.

"FUCKING HELL BLAKE, when did you get here?!" Yang shouted.

"A minute ago."

"Wha- I don- actually, you know what? I give up with you and your ninja stuff. Carry on."

It was just then the oven pinged, signalling that the cookies had baked. Ruby squealed and shot straight to the oven, forgetting the rose bowl she was holding like a baby in a tight grip just a second ago. She shoved her hands inside the white and red oven mitts and opened up the door, ready to see their amazing creation.

When Ruby pulled out the tray, the cookies looked…

"Well, I mean, they look okay," Ruby reasoned with her teammates.

"It looks like someone literally dumped a whole chocolate bar in each cookie," said Weiss.

"The dough looks rather deformed. Did you even bother with a mould?" asked Blake. Ruby smacked herself upside the head internally - Blake read loads of books, probably ones about cooking too - she should have just asked her.

Yang was too busy guffawing to offer her stance.

"So… uh…" Ruby asked, with a quiet voice, "would anyone like some of Weiss' victory cookies…?" Being honest with herself, she was petrified that everyone would say no, that they'd turn their noses up at her terrible creation and just not even bother to give them a second thought.

"Yoink!" said a new voice, grabbing one of the largest cookies of the batch and stuffing it into her mouth. She deliberated for a moment, and smiled, swallowing the cookie. "Tastes great!" she exclaimed.

Ruby could recognize those two ponytails from a mile away. "Winter? Since when were you in here? Why does it feel like people just choose to randomly appear in our dorm room?"

Winter shifted her weight from one leg to the other and had started to wipe her mouth with a small handkerchief, emblazoned with the Schnee crest. "You know, you leave the door to the room wide open. I couldn't help but wonder to myself what the wonderful smell was, and following it through the halls, imagine my surprise when I was led here! And, well, here we are."

"Say, Ruby, no chance me and Blake could have a cookie each?" asked Yang once Winter had stopped talking and began munching. Ruby perked up and looked a lot less crestfallen than before.

"Yang, who says I even want a cookie...?" Blake inquired, turning to her partner.

"I can read your mind."

"Is that right? Then what am I thinking right now? Do tell."

"...You're thinking about how jaw-droppingly beautiful I am."

"No. I'm thinking about how that may be the longest word you've ever used."

Ruby giggled as the two began to bicker, both playfully taking a turn at the other with maybe only a little bit of malice from Blake's side. They decided to call it off when Yang finally stepped forth for a cookie and was promptly tripped over by Blake's leg. Blake claimed she had nothing to do with it, as Weiss stood between the two, munching on her cookie also. Before she knew it, all of the cookies had soon been claimed from the tray and the girls ended up lounging around the room for the rest of the evening, intent on watching cute cat videos until they fell to sleep.

Yeah, so, this was a thing. Hopefully you enjoyed! Reviews are always welcome and see you next time!