The vast field of golden grass swayed in the cool breeze. The sun had sunk lower in the sky; its soft light had dried Weiss' face that had been wet with happy tears moments earlier.

Weiss and Yang admired the many warm colors that had coalesced in the sky as they held onto each other at the base of the lone tree.

Yang was overjoyed about how her date with Weiss was going thus far. The look on Weiss' face when she saw the tiara was unforgettable. She made a mental note to thank Ruby for helping her restore it.

Although Yang was a skilled weaponsmith and metal worker, as all huntsman are since each one crafts their own weapon from scratch, she was nowhere near as skilled as her sister. The design of Ember Celica was simple compared to the likes of Crescent Rose's, but the blonde liked them that way.

Yang rested her head at the base of the tree as she pulled Weiss closer.

The heiress responded by resting her head on the crook of Yang's neck, closing her eyes while reveling in her warm body.

The brawler curled her arm around her girlfriend and rested her hand on her shoulder. Letting her own eyes flutter shut, she smirked at the thought of how many girlfriend points she got from this outing. She could not recall a time when she had seen Weiss quite this happy.

Yang suppressed a chuckle as to avoid disturbing the heiress as she remembered how terrified she was while planning this whole thing. At first, she did not think Weiss would like the idea of a picnic. The heiress was accustomed to fancy dinners and grand dining halls, after all. The more Weiss asked about what they were doing, the more Yang feared Weiss was overestimating Yang's idea of a date. She was relieved that did not end up happening.

Now she wished this day would never end, but she was well aware she would soon receive a message from Ruby saying it was time to return to campus. The last thing she wanted was to be caught in a Grimm-infested forest at night.

"Yang?" asked Weiss as she pulled herself out of the blonde's neck and sat up.

"Yeah, babe?" asked Yang, tilting her head and sitting up, herself.

"I've been thinking… about why this date was so fantastic," sighed Weiss as she gazed out on the field at the sun that was nearly gone from the horizon.

"It's because of the present, right?" Yang chuckled.

"At first I thought so… but now I'm not so sure. I imagined you giving me this at the date I planned last week," explained Weiss, briefly pointing at her repaired tiara, "and I'm certain I would have reacted much differently."

Yang raised an eyebrow, confusion evident on her face, "I don't understand. Why would you react differently at the restaurant?"

"There were other people in that restaurant, Yang. I most certainly would not have tackled you there like I did here," said Weiss, turning her gaze back to Yang.

Yang's eyes widened slightly, "So… what's your point?" she asked expectantly, "Are you saying this date was amazing because there were no other people? Because we were alone the whole time?"

"Not exactly…," Weiss murmured, "I think this date was spectacular because we weren't worried about hiding our relationship at all. Out here, we were able to be girlfriends while leaving everyone in the world none the wiser."

Yang barely held in a shout of joy at what Weiss was telling her. Could it be that Weiss no longer wanted to hide what they had together from the world?

"I agree completely!" grinned Yang, "Maybe we could... work on telling a few more people about us?" she tried, doing her best to copy Ruby's puppy dog eyes.

Weiss sighed as she scooted closer to Yang and rested her head on her shoulder, "I know you really want to go public, and I do too. It's just that… I'm afraid. I haven't received a single call from my father for weeks! What if he's plotting something? Right now would be the worst time to go public!"

Yang thought carefully about what she would say next. She knew this was a sensitive topic for Weiss, so she would have to say just the right thing to push her in the right direction. Unfortunately, there were few things Yang could say to relieve the poor girl of her fears of her father. She had not even met the man; all she knew were stories of his infamous and monstrous acts as the chief executive officer of the SDC.

"Weiss, you are one of the strongest people I've ever met. If your dad really is plotting something, you can totally handle him," said Yang with a smile.

"That's the problem!" shouted Weiss as she stood up from her seat beside Yang and began to pace, causing the blonde to flinch at her error, "I'm afraid of him because I can't handle him! All my life, I was raised to be the perfect little princess who wasn't allowed to mess up! My father would constantly be furious about something or other, and that made for a very hard childhood! Every time I looked him in the face, I felt afraid! Afraid that he would shout at me or worse: tell me how disappointed he was with me! I only felt fear and hatred from him when all I wanted was love and compassion!" she shouted before looking at Yang, her vision, blurred. She did not realize she had started crying until now, "But the only thing he loves is that damn company…," she said bitterly.

Yang was heartbroken to hear that Weiss was denied so much as a growing child. She could not imagine wow horribly she and Ruby would have turned out if her own father never said he loved them, especially after their mom died.

Weiss angrily wiped her eyes with her jacket's sleeves as she continued to pace in front of Yang. Her anger was almost tangible, and Yang could feel it.

The brawler could tell Weiss was not happy that she had let her true feelings about her father be shown. She knew Weiss was a stubborn and defiant person, which made getting close to her difficult, but it also worked to keep Weiss from giving in to anything she did not want to. Jacques Schnee was one of those things.

"Maybe your dad deprived you of love when you were younger, but you can't let him deprive you of love while you're here, Weiss," said Yang as she stood up from her spot on the ground, "If you want my opinion, I think the best thing you can do to shake yourself out of his grasp is to start living for yourself instead of living for him," she offered, holding out a hand to her girlfriend.

Weiss looked at the blonde, then at her outstretched hand, and finally back to Yang. She clenched her jaw, grinding her teeth as her head turned into a battlefield. There was too much at risk! Too much to lose! How could she possibly defy her father?

"Yang, I d-don't…," stammered Weiss.

"Weiss, look at me," said Yang as she lifted Weiss' chin up so their eyes could meet, "If your dad does find out about us, I'll be with you every step of the way. We will face him, together."

Yang watched Weiss' face as the war continued to wage in her mind. The heiress' face showed her strife as she bit down on her cheek, desperately trying to make up her mind. All Yang could do was hope she had said the right thing.

At last, Weiss closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath.

"Jaune's team should be the first to know," mumbled Weiss as she opened her eyes.

Weiss walked quietly down the hall of the dorm building with Yang at her side. The motorcycle ride back was an empty husk of the experience Weiss had on the way to the field. Instead of loud laughing and blissful happiness, there was unbearable silence and inconsolable dread.

If Weiss would be honest with herself, she acutely did not want to go public. At least, not now. She only agreed to go public because she was sick and tired of her father ruining not only her relationship but Yang's relationship as well. Frankly, Yang deserved to be able to show how much she cares for her girlfriend wherever she is.

Weiss found it admirable and heartwarming that Yang would put up with everything she asked her to. All so she would feel at ease.

The heiress cracked a small smile, turning her head away from her beautiful blonde oaf so she would not see it. She had always found it astonishing that thinking about Yang could cheer her up in an instant, but this time was different. Before, her worries would wash away completely for as long as she imagined Yang's warm smile, but this time, the anxious tension felt compressed and settled in the pit of her stomach. It was not as noticeable as it was before, but it was definitely still there.

'Maybe this won't be so bad…,' Weiss thought as she turned her head forward.

Yang almost instantly noticed the minuscule smile the heiress now wore on her face and felt the urge to smile herself. Naturally, she could not resist.

Coming up on the dorm room, Weiss unlocked the door and entered. The sky, now completely dark except for the bright shattered moon, could be seen through the glass window that had been left open.

The heiress shivered at the chilled, night air that had leaked into the dorm and looked around, noticing the absence of her two other teammates.

"Ugh, who left the window open," Yang groaned as she closed the window and drew the curtains closed.

"Yang, where are Blake and Ruby?" asked Weiss, concern filling her voice.

"Don't worry, they just sent me a message. They're on campus now," explained Yang as she stretched her arms high about her head and let out a long, drawn-out yawn.

Weiss watched as more of the creamy skin of Yang's toned midriff inched out of its clothed cage. Biting her lip, she looked away before Yang could catch her looking.

"Man, I am beat," sighed Yang as she kicked off her boots and pulled out her pajamas from a drawer.

Weiss did the same, nodding in agreement before turning around to see Yang facing Blake's bed.

Her jacket and tank top lay on the bed while Yang unhooked her bra and set it next to the rest of her clothes.

Weiss froze as she watched the muscles of Yang's toned back and shoulders flex and move while Yang pulled the top she usually wore to bed over her chest. The heiress was about to turn back to her own bed and pretend she did not see that until she heard Yang unclasp her belt and slide her shorts and skirt down to her ankles, revealing her shapely rear end, snuggly wrapped in a pair of purple panties.

Weiss froze all over again as Yang stepped into a pair of black shorts, pulling them up her slim, muscular legs all the way to her bottom. She bit her lip as the fabric seemed to have a hard time slipping over Yang's firm, round posterior.

Weiss forced herself to turn around at the tingling feeling in her stomach and the dull ache in her core. She let out a deep breath to calm herself as she gripped Ruby's bed for support. Gods it was beautiful, but it was just too much for her to handle in this state!

"Weiss? Are you okay?" asked Yang from behind her, placing a hand on her lower back and sending shivers through her spine.

The heiress took another deep breath and shut her eyes tightly, "I'm fine. I'm just… cold."

"Maybe you should get changed and all cozy in your bed then, babe," Yang giggled as she walked into the bathroom, her hips, swaying subtly.

Weiss sighed as she rubbed her face with one hand while the other continued to use Ruby's bed as support to keep her legs from buckling. She could not believe how much Yang's butt had flustered her. She would never get that heavenly image out of her mind, not that she minded. She knew she would have to find a way to deal with her recent… urges, soon.

The heiress waited until she was certain she would not fall to release her grasp on Ruby's bed and disrobed before slipping into her nightgown. Having calmed down considerably, she took out her medication and swallowed one pill, dry.

"I think I'll just hit the hay right now, Weiss," yawned Yang, who had left the bathroom and was now walking towards her bed.

The blonde slipped Ember Celica off her wrists and placed them on the dresser before reaching up to her bunk.

"Wait," said Weiss, hastily.

Yang turned towards her girlfriend with a raised eyebrow, "What's up?"

"Come sleep in my bed," said Weiss as she moved the covers on her bed and slipped in, "I need your body heat."

Yang smirked as she switched the light off and walked towards Weiss, "Is that the only reason you want me in your bed?"

Weiss looked at the blonde through the dark, unamused as she sat up and lifted the covers, "You better get in here before my offer expires."

The brawler wasted no time and all but hopped into Weiss' bed, "Come 'ere, you," she giggled as she wrapped her strong arms around Weiss' small frame.

The heiress giggled as Yang began to plant kiss after kiss on her cheeks and face, "Yang, stop it! I invited you into my bed to sleep, not to kiss."

"Aw, but we could kiss a little bit, right? Pretty please?" begged Yang with a sultry tone as she cupped Weiss' cheek in her hand.

Weiss gazed into Yang's moonlit, lilac irises as she became breathless, "I suppose just one kiss wouldn't…," she trailed off as her eyes fluttered closed, and she pressed her lips onto Yang's.

Without parting from the heiress, Yang pulled her down onto the bed, so they were both laying on their sides as she raised the covers up to their chests. The 'one kiss' suddenly turned into two, then three, until the two girls were locked in a fierce clashing of tongues.

Weiss' sucked in as much air as she could between kisses as Yang press her body closer to hers and weaved her fingers through Weiss' platinum locks. Her head felt light as a feather and she quickly became dizzy thanks to her scant breathing and the sleeping medication she had just taken. She felt so alive.

It was not long before Yang slipped her thigh between the heiress' legs and pushed it against her mound.

Weiss gasped and pushed Yang's leg away as she put a small gap in between them.

"Y-yang, I'm really tired right now. We should get some rest for tomorrow," stammered Weiss as she realized she had gone much farther with the kiss than she wanted to.

Yang looked at Weiss, confused and almost disappointed, "Oh, yeah, I guess you're right. We do have some pretty big news to share tomorrow and we don't want to miss team JNPR at breakfast," she said in her usual, cheerful voice.

Weiss internally cringed at the reminder of her predicament, "Spoon me?" she asked as she rolled around and faced the wall.

"Did you even have to ask?" Yang asked back and she curled her arm around Weiss and pulled her closer.

Weiss hummed in response as she let her eyes shut. She was thankful for the small distraction from her worries, but of course, they were destined to nip at her again. She could not help but feel like the next morning would go terribly, and she wanted to play it safe and tell Yang to wait a little longer, so she did not have to worry about her father tearing them apart. She knew she could not do that to Yang now, so she forced herself into believing she could do this and tell the world she was dating a beautiful woman named Yang Xiao Long.

Weiss' eyes shot open as she jerked herself awake. The only thing stopping her from falling off her bed was a strong arm wrapped around her torso.

She carefully moved Yang's arm before sitting up in her bed, the morning light just barely shining through the curtains. She wiped a hand over her face, feeling the cold sweat that was caked on her skin.

'The same nightmare as before… why is this happening to me?' she wondered.

"Weiss?" said Yang in a groggy voice as she rubbed her eyes, "What happened? You're shaking."

Weiss looked at Yang and wrapped her arms around herself, "The nightmare… those memories… it happened again."

Yang thought for a moment, "Was it exactly the same, or did anything change?" she asked.

"I can't say for sure," admitted Weiss, "I don't remember many of the minute details from the last time I went through this."

"Hmm," hummed Yang as scratched her head, "I'm sorry you had to go through that again."

"Why are you guys talking so loudly," groaned a certain, sleepy faunus from the other side of the room.

"Sorry, Blake. Weiss just had that nightmare again," frowned Yang as Weiss uncomfortably combed her fingers through her platinum hair.

Blake propped herself on her elbow and squinted at the two girls, "You're having recurring nightmares, Weiss?" she asked.

"Well, I've only had it twice so far. I'm uncertain if you could call it a recurring nightmare just yet," sighed Weiss.

"Are you feeling overstressed or anxious? Perhaps depressed?" interrogated Blake.

Weiss raised an eyebrow and studied Blake, "Since when did you become a psychiatrist?" she chuckled.

"I'm far from a psychiatrist. Just answer the question," said Blake.

"Not at all," Weiss lied, "Why do you ask?"

"When I joined the White Fang, all I thought about was how disappointed my parents would be in me for using violence to get what we wanted. I would have recurring nightmares about them. Eventually, I identified high levels of stress and anxiety as causes for them. I find it strange that you are having them without feeling stressed out. Maybe there are other causes…," Blake trailed off.

'Or, you could be totally right,' Weiss thought.

It was not that Weiss did not trust Blake enough to hide her mental state. She simply did not want her friends to worry about her today. Perhaps the heiress thought if she could convince her team she was fine with outing herself as a bisexual and currently in a relationship with another girl, she could convince herself, as well.

"Maybe Weiss' nightmare isn't recurring, and it just happened for a second time for no reason?" asked Yang, looking at Blake.

"Why are you looking at me? I don't know. It's not like I have medical training or anything," said Blake as she rolled her eyes and picked up a book from the dresser.

"Oh! Blake! Don't start reading!" chirped Yang as she jumped out of Weiss' bed, "What time is it?"

"A quarter to nine," answered Blake, "Do you have somewhere you need to be?"

"Nope!" said Yang, "Not yet at least. We need to catch Jaune's team at breakfast, so we can tell them Weiss and I are dating."

"Really?" Blake smiled at Weiss, who had been quiet for a while, "And you are okay with this?"

"Yes," Weiss answered, curtly as she climbed out of bed and made her way to the bathroom.

"She doesn't seem to be all that thrilled about it, Yang. Are you sure this is a good idea?" asked Blake.

"Absolutely! She was the one who brought them up," said Yang as she shook Ruby's bed to wake up her sister, "I think she was just as sick as I was of pretending we were just friends around other people and said she wanted to tell team JNPR about us. But we're not stopping with them. We're going public with our relationship today!"

Ruby gasped loudly, now completely awake, "Finally! Now we can go on that double date!"

"Weiss really agreed to that?" asked Blake, ignoring Ruby's outburst.

"Yeah," said Yang, "Why is that so hard to believe?"

"It took a whole month for Weiss to be comfortable enough to tell the rest of her team. It's been, what, two weeks since then?" said Blake.

Yang's brows furrowed as she considered Blake's argument. She did have a point.

"She was hesitant at first…," Yang though aloud with a frown, "I'll ask Weiss again when she comes back."

"Ask me what?" asked Weiss with a toothbrush hanging out of her mouth.

Yang turned to meet Weiss' gaze, "I wanted to ask you if you really wanted to go through with this."

Weiss stopped brushing her teeth, examining Yang's wide, hopeful eyes as they anxiously awaited her answer. She noticed Yang's foot began to tap briskly and she was currently holding her breath.

It took only the look on Yang's face for Weiss to know that turning back on her decision now would surely crush her.

Weiss plucked the brush from her mouth, so she could speak properly, "I've already made up my mind. I just want to tell our closest friends first," she sighed.

"Are you sure?" asked Yang with a smile.

Weiss scoffed, annoyance hinting on her features. Was Yang trying to make her change her mind?

"Yes, Yang. I'm sure," sneered Weiss as she flashed an exaggerated smile before entering the bathroom again with a change of clothes in her hand.

Yang cringed at Weiss' attitude and looked back at Blake, "Guys… I don't think Weiss really wants to do this anymore."

"It would seem so," Blake sighed as she cracked open her book.

"Did she seem mad? I hope she's not mad at me…," Yang thought aloud.

"I don't know, Yang. Honestly, it's been so long since I've seen Weiss angry that I don't know what it looks like anymore," shrugged Ruby.

"Please help me, Blake?" Yang begged, clasping her hands in front of her.

"Not to be curt, but this is between you and your girlfriend," said Blake, curtly, "I would rather not get involved."

Yang slouched over and pouted at Ruby, "Rubes? Help me?"

Ruby smiled sheepishly as she leaned over the edge of her bed, "Sorry Yang, but Weiss hasn't yelled at me in months. I'd like to keep that streak going if you don't mind."

Yang opened her mouth to complain, but held her tongue, "T-that's a fair point," she stammered.

"If you want my advice, you should just talk to her," offered Blake as she stood up from her bed, "Ruby and I can get dressed in the bathroom room down the hall to give you some privacy."

Yang sighed as she began to play with her blonde mane, "Yeah…, thanks, Blake," she said.

"Don't worry, Yang," chirped Ruby as she hopped off her bed to follow Blake, "Weiss isn't mad at you… yet."

Yang looked at Ruby, an unamused expression on her face, "Thanks, sis. That was super helpful."

"Good luck!" called Ruby, shutting the door behind herself and Blake.

Yang sat on Weiss' bed, awaiting the heiress' exit from the bathroom. She could hear the water from the shower, and a soft voice singing a tune now that it was quiet in the dorm.

Ironic how the person who was troubling her was the same person to ease her with a quiet melody.

Yang rested her eyes as she concentrated on Weiss' muffled voice, letting her mind wander. It was when she heard the bathroom door swing open that she opened her eyes.

"Weiss?" asked Yang, getting the heiress' attention while she was brushing her hair, "can we talk?"

Weiss groaned as she narrowed her eyes at the brawler, "If this is about going public, I'll remind you that I've already made up my mind."

"Actually, I wanted to ask you if we could only tell team JNPR and wait a while longer to go public," offered Yang.

Weiss snapped her attention to Yang, "What? Why? I thought you wanted to go public?"

"I do," said Yang, rising from her seat, "But not if it's going to trouble you so badly."

Weiss narrowed her eyes at Yang again as she pointed a finger at her, "I am not troubled!"

"Weiss, you've narrowed your eyes, angrily at me twice in the last thirty seconds. Before today, the last time I remember you doing that was before I found your scar."

Weiss frowned and looked at her toes, "I don't understand, Yang. Why are you making it so hard for me to make you happy for a change?"

Yang furrowed her brows and lifted Weiss' chin up, "What are you talking about?"

Weiss bit her cheek and attempted to turn away, "You… you wouldn't understand."

"Weiss, remember your promise. Please… tell me what's on your mind," pleaded Yang, not letting Weiss look away from her, "What we have will only work if we work together."

Weiss hesitated for a moment before looking away and taking a deep breath.

"You've been trusting my judgment about this whole situation for months, now. I know you don't like hiding our relationship, and I felt like I wasn't being fair to you," Weiss sighed, "That's why I wanted to go public today. I just wanted to make you happy."

Yang chuckled, causing Weiss to scowl at her.

"Woah there. Before you get mad at me, let me explain myself," Yang smirked, "Last night, after I gave you the new tiara, I realized something. I realized that seeing you happy makes me happy."

Yang grimaced at the look of disbelief on her girlfriend's face. She could now tell Weiss was not in the mood for one of her vague and sentimental answers. Yang reasoned what Weiss wanted was for her to be honest with Weiss, too.

"But, if you really do want to make me happy, I want team JNPR to know about us now," Yang added on, "I'm perfectly fine with waiting longer to go the whole ten yards with this."

That seemed to do the trick as Weiss closed her mouth and her creased eyebrows slowly relaxed. It looked like Weiss would get to follow her gut after all.

"Okay," said Weiss, cracking a small smile, "Thank you for telling me what you wanted."

"No problem," smiled Yang as she planted a chaste kiss on Weiss' lips, "We've got to hurry if we want to catch Jaune's team at breakfast."

"You're the one who's not even dressed yet," Weiss teased.

"Oh, crap! You're right!" yelped Yang as she hastily changed her clothes while Weiss averted her gaze.

The heiress felt her mood improve immensely. Going public was not worth all the anxiety.

"Come on," sputtered Yang, placing her hand on Weiss' lower back as she opened the dorm room door, "Blake and Ruby are probably already there with team JNPR."

Yang all but burst through the doors of the dining hall with her girlfriend not far behind.

"Hey, guys!" called Yang as she jogged over towards the table her friends were sitting at, "I'm glad Weiss and I caught you."

"Hey, Yang. I was wondering where you were," said Jaune as Yang and Weiss sat down.

"I thought she was going to skip breakfast!" said Nora, "And I almost freaked out because Yang never misses breakfast!"

"Correction," said Ren, "Nora did, in fact, freak out."

"It took Pyrrha a hot minute to get her under control," chuckled Jaune.

"Oh, it was much longer than a hot minute," sighed Pyrrha.

"Anyway, now that we're all here, Weiss and I have something we'd like to tell you," grinned Yang.

"Oh! Is it about the dance?" asked Pyrrha, excitedly.

"I'm afraid not," answered Weiss, "details on that soon, though."

"Well, don't keep us waiting! Spill the beans, Blondie!" demanded Nora, slamming her fists on the table.

"I think Nora wants you to tell her, Yang," said Blake, sardonically, as Ruby giggled beside her.

Yang flashed Weiss a wide smile, "Do you want to say it or should I," she said excitedly.

"I think you will enjoy 'spilling the beans,' as Nora put it, more than I will," smirked Weiss.

"Tell us, already! I need to know!" groaned Nora as she flopped her torso into the table.

"Nora, would you please quiet down?" asked Ren before Nora nodded her head, exuberantly, "Please continue, Yang."

"Thank you, Ren," grinned Yang, excitement building in her chest, "We're dating!" she said in a hushed voice.

"Really? I would have never guessed," said Pyrrha as Nora seemed to freeze.

"Yeah, didn't you guys, like, hate each other a month ago?" asked Jaune.

Weiss opened her mouth to answer. Unfortunately, Nora had other ideas.

"WEISS AND YANG ARE DATING!?" shrieked Nora as she practically jumped onto the table.

Weiss and Yang froze in their seats, stiff and ridged. Weiss could hear people talking behind them. She turned around and saw a full cafeteria of students and a few professors all watching their every move.

They knew.

Weiss slowly turned back to the table, a bottomless pit forming in her stomach. Father will find out. He will ruin everything.

"W-what's wrong with them?" asked Jaune.

Blake, who also looked quite shaken by Nora's outburst, set down her book, "Yang and Weiss' relationship was a close kept secret… until now, that is."

Weiss looked at Yang, hoping for her to say something… anything to make her feel better.

"Yang…," Weiss squeaked.

Yang snapped out of her own trance as she turned to face the heiress, "I guess we should have told them our news was a secret first," she laughed humorlessly, "Don't worry, Weiss. Remember what I said: If your dad really wants to do anything to you… we will face him, together."

Yang's words should have given her some hope for the future.

But she felt no such hope.

Hello again, everyone! I'm back with a new chapter! Finals are right around the corner for me, though. Unfortunately, that means I will be missing another week of in the near future. Anyway, thank you all for being patient with me and for 100 followers! It's crazy to me that over 100 people are interested in seeing my first story all the way to the end! The end is still a ways off, though. Please hang in there and leave a review!