Hey everybody. Hope you all having a happy Valentine's/Single Awareness Day is whatever fashion you deemed awesome. As for the Bumblebee art, it probably would've finished for the holiday, but my artist, Bakki, completely forget to send me the edits XD. It will be ready soon, however. Thanks to everyone who follows, favs and reviews, and that doubles for all the reposts of the art. It's fun to see it pop up in feeds. If you have any questions, feel free to PM me.
Ruby: Transplant Shock
The drafts of a cool island morning breezed in with the windows left unattended at night, the home feeling a fine chill and the air stilled. Ruby felt it on her face, the wind angling itself into her face with the unlucky positioning. The leader's eyes stayed shut, forcing herself to go back to sleep with no avail. In the twilight of her awakening, she shifted her head to find the cooler side of the pillow, Ruby becoming increasingly annoyed when she could only gravitate from hot to hotter. As the brain's gears slowly shifted, her eyes needed a confirmation as to where she was, a gray eye peeping and seeing a large tan mound.
"It's been a long time since I've been here," Ruby realizing the beating in her head wasn't a numb migraine, but her sister's heartbeat. "We keep regressing back to when we were kids whenever we come back home. The family got a little bigger, though." Ruby moved her head to hear the only other sound in the room. Seeing only Yang's hand around Blake's waist, the Faunus also using Yang as her pillow through the night, the leader swearing she was purring with the subtle frequency of her snoring.
The sun was up, drapes partially letting into some of the rays to greet the sleeping girls. Ruby knew they were out late, but didn't want to sleep in past noon if she could help it. As she went for her scroll, she felt the muscles pull, but no response. To make sure she wasn't experiencing some phantom pain, she looked over, Ruby's heart easing as the white locks of her girlfriend were spilled over her, head firmly planted on the leader's shoulder constricting the circulation of blood.
"Glad to see you smiling in your sleep. It's kind of weird that a bunch of grown women are sharing a couch, but people at ends with each other wouldn't share a room if we weren't a team again. Wouldn't be the first time all of us were bundled against Yang for warmth. Too many missions in mountains and I'm always one to forget the blankets because of my cloak."
As Ruby was reminiscing about the fun had on training missions, she was reminded of why they were being trained, her hands uncovering a bruise on her girlfriend's collarbone as she pulled back the strands of hair. "I can barely remember coming home. Whomever is fighting for The White Fang are matching progress in their battle prowess and that's just them battling solo. Beacon and a lot of huntsmen culture is centered around a team... around a partner. It's dangerous do to what we do alone, but judging from my performance last night, I might be relying too much on Weiss."
The leader was transported back to the warehouse, the team separating quickly with so many high-profile targets that were present. Her own skills fared well, but felt the weight of dependence as she waited for Weiss and her glyphs to come into frame, Ruby wanting to fight fire with ice to keep the masquerading woman from outpacing her. She would have even taken a stray blast from Myrtenaster for a quick stun, but Weiss was preoccupied with her own battle. When Ruby was disarmed, she felt the lump in her throat. Like a turtle flipped on its back, she was completely helpless as she stared into the inky blackness behind the mask's holes. Ruby braced herself for the hit until her opponent was blasted off by her girlfriend, Ruby quickly taking to her feet and bursting towards Crescent Rose to rearm herself. By the time Weiss came up to inspect her potential injuries, The White Fang escaped.
"What does that mean for partners? Is no one allowed to be a vigilante and fight on their own? Uncle Qrow seems to do his missions on his own? I was halfway about to cry for Weiss' help because we've ingrained ourselves in fighting together. Would I have been injured if our schooling prioritized fighting over team-building? Would Mom be here if she had her partner out there with her? Or is all of this just luck that she shows up at the right place at the right time to save me? There's too much of the unknown to think about when fighting to plan for all the contingencies when a hundred 'what ifs' pop into my head. I want to say I'm worrying myself for no reason, but we've all gotten hurt at some point. Is this how partners operate or are we just getting lucky?"
A mumbled grumble came from her side, the heiress's dream getting her body to shift to find comfort. Ruby, being pinning under her girlfriend's body, couldn't comfort her like she wanted, the leader settling on clasping the back of the ice princess' hand to suffice. "We're fine, right? This isn't all just happenstance."
Ruby lightly caressed the pale back of the heiress' hand, the smooth richness of her well-manicured skin fun in its own right as her callused thumb ran over her knuckles. The gentle breathing of her girlfriend quieted her mind, but the smaller voice in the back of her mind was still present. With no one to talk about it with, she was thankful for that first yawn of the morning, Weiss' chords cracking as she stretched them, along with the rest of her, as she woke.
The leader let her heiress go, Weiss stretching her arms and back, bones cracking, thankful for the new position with the awkward way they were piled on the couch. The blue orbs met hers, the rest of her face complacent with her stare. "You know I don't like it when you stare at me when I sleep."
"I wasn't. I mean, look at the position I'm in. Couldn't have done it if I tried," Ruby replied, slowly maneuvering herself off of her sister to join the heiress to her feet. As she stood in front of her lover, a small peck was placed on her nose, Weiss reciprocating with a proper one on her lips. Her limp arm the ice princess was sleeping on caught her attention, Ruby sighing as she grasped it.
"You're not hurt, are you?"
"You slept on it. I'll be fine. I actually should be asking you the same thing." Ruby used her working arm to reveal the bruise, the wound still tender as the heiress sighed into the pain as well. The leader traced around it, the circumference as big as a couple grapes not reassuring. "How did this happen?"
"Lucky shot, or rather, my poor assumptions. I kept hearing your semblance burst and could have sworn you were next to me to deflect a punch, but I misjudged your position. A rare miscalculation, but I won't let that happen again," she explained.
The leader felt the pit in her stomach harden. She knew Weiss to never make mistakes like that, but because of her, she was injured. "What else could I have caused?" Ruby harshly damning herself as she wondered what her white petty coat could possibly be concealing.
"Ruby," Weiss asked inquisitively, breaking the leader out of her trance. "Mind not trying to undress me with your eyes with the sleeping duo not ten feet away."
She glanced over, even with the shuffling getting off the couch and light talking, neither Blake or Yang were conscious in their coma-like sleep. "I wasn't. I was just... admiring your beauty is all," Ruby patting herself on the back for effectively covering up her worry.
"Nice try, but I saw the glint in your eye. I'm excited, too, for tonight, but I don't know if these two got the memo, or your father."
"Dad will probably be working late tonight. What's been great about us being students is that we haven't been tasked with the grueling amount of paper work and nonsense that comes to recording what happens after battles." Ruby returned her gaze back to her girlfriend. "I think with the amount of karma we've built with them, such a simple request should not be denied."
"Agreed on normal circumstances, but they're beaten from last night. I can't imagine the gambit of emotions they were put through and everyday leading up to it. We're joining them for dinner tonight. I hope I didn't step over any plans you may have secretly had."
"Other than a few lost hours from the bedroom, no," Ruby's toothy grin mirroring her sister's, Weiss playfully annoyed by the lusty charm.
"Then I'll sweeten the pot by discreetly paying for the meal."
"And I'll umm..." the leader stuck as there was so little she could do past the puppy-dog plea that's been losing its gain on Yang over the years. Her answer came with a hefty growl from her stomach, her cheeks pinking with how uproarious her hunger presented itself. "I think I'll make some breakfast. I know them two like waffles and eggs. What are you feeling today?"
"I was going to suggest pancakes, but I'll settle for waffles with some fresh strawberries and cream. This is your house, so I assume there's chocolate chips to put in your portion." Weiss already made her way to the cupboards looking for the ingredients. Ruby got into it as well and headed for the pantry for the aprons. With how immaculate the house was after cleaning, she kicked herself for not knowing better that some chores were to be slacked. The aprons were a ragged, dirty mess of white and chocolate dangling from the hooks. They served their function, taking the grime and dirtiness from the splashes and flakes of kitchen toil, but Ruby didn't expect there to be obvious patterns of lewd play on display.
Ruby walked up to Weiss, face soured as she got the expected laughter out of the heiress. She wasn't going to try and cover it up, it fairly hard to with chocolate hand prints on her breasts and smears along her hips. Ruby was happy to see Blake was just as frisky when the ice princess donned her soiled garment on, the leader not holding back as a firm hand grasp was centered around her womanhood with many smears under her bust. A light-hearted flick to the nose was reflexive as the heiress turned away to hide her embarrassment. Ruby joined her as soon as she could breathe again, promising to not make the aprons anymore like well-done spin art.
It may not have been baking her mom's cookie recipes, but making breakfast with Weiss was a nice turn-of-pace after the night they had. Ruby was left to the cooking after the preparations were made, the heiress adamant that presentation was nine-tenths of what makes a meal. The last ten percent was smell, the looming scent of freshly-cooked bacon roaming the house was able to stir the other two off of the couch.
After they did the day-after-a-fight routine of cracking bones and yawning, Yang belted laughter at Ruby and Weiss' aprons, the humiliation transferred as the younger couple tried their best to hide the shame. Blake was more polite in her teasing, keeping the titers to a minimum, but staying mostly quiet. "I wish I-I was sorry," the blonde's chest hurting from the contractions. "We couldn't throw those whites in with our clothes."
"We did promise to come back to it later and settled on most of the house being clean," Blake added, unwrapping her ribbon around her ears, letting the cat appendages flutter free after being bound through the night. She gave a quick nudge to Yang, trying to get her to stop. "Come on, let up. They were nice enough to make breakfast dressed up like that."
Yang sobered up, wiping the tears forming from her eyes as she apologized. "You're right. Thanks girls. Aside from bacon, what else is on the menu?"
Ruby brought over a plate of freshly stacked waffles and a hefty serving of poached eggs with a generous smattering of syrup. "What we could quickly scrape up. We may have slept for ten hours, but I wasn't feeling rested enough to pull a five course meal. Sorry, Blake. There wasn't much of seafood in the fridge."
"I noticed when I was nosing around for snacks at night," the Faunus maneuvering her eggy treat with her knife and fork to her plate.
"We like our seafood fresh here," Yang explained, taking more than half of stack of waffles for herself, Weiss's face scrunching as most of the hard work was going to the blonde glutton. "Picking up some fish or crustaceans from a market takes about ten minutes on Bumblebee."
The girls gathered around the island, Ruby choosing to stand with one less seat than what the house is normally suited for. The leader was glad to see the frown turn upside down as Weiss bit into her share of breakfast, the good food and better mood had by all, especially the other couple. The usual antics were had, Blake quickly snipping back at Yang who was desperately trying to draw on her face with the sticky sauce, but Ruby was picking up on something different about them. Something that piqued Weiss' interest as well.
"Judging from this sort of horseplay, I'm assuming finding Adam went over well."
The comment caught the other two off-guard, the heiress piercing through the little world they seem to create when others are around. They glanced back at each other, smiles saying more than Yang was able to articulate. "It went... it went better than expected. While insomnia was kicking in, I was able to see what Blake saw in him. There was some humanity left in him... it just took him nearly bleeding out for it to show. I'm glad we were able to put him away, instead of the alternative."
"That almost sounds too good that it might be insincere," Blake quipped.
"I did a lot of thinking last night, and I was done having a grudge, especially since how much you've been smiling since."
"It was... it was just nice to right a wrong from my past. Part of me helped spur Adam into what he became and... it was nice to finally have some closure," she admitted, Yang's hand snaking up the back of her head, fingers framing around her cat ears, kissing the top her black mane. "But you hitting him was overkill to say the least."
"You can't even say that with a straight face," the blonde's facetiousness bringing truth to her presumption as Blake's toothy grin was showing. "You loved that I gave him a jab to the temple."
"I didn't love it... but I didn't hate it either," the Faunus hiding her appreciation by stuffing her mouth with another morsel. Ruby could see Yang satisfied with her victory, the blonde allowing to change the subject.
"So, you girls ready for your dinner tonight?"
"Absolutely. You didn't have to do this for us, girls. We were content on not doing much of anything so we're glad to asked us to tag-along," Weiss thanked the older sister.
It dawned on Ruby that she didn't know that she was being wrangled into. "Oh yea, where are we going?"
"That seafood place Dad liked to take Mom to. You remember, the one where you were running back to the table, then your semblance kicked in and you bashed your head at the end of it."
The pain and the tears were remembered, the embarrassment seeping to her cheeks as she heard Weiss snickering at the fond family memory of a young Ruby whose semblance wasn't under control yet. Ruby took some relief that there were no heels or dressed code required, Ruby wanting to take casual to the next level with jeans and sneakers. As they finished their meals, the final step in getting ready was upon them. A fight that likes to rear its ugly head into the room whenever all of them come back from a mission.
Who gets to use the shower first?
Ruby felt the tension rise in the room, all of them darting their eyes to the hallway, the porcelain and tiled heaven just beyond the leader's room. The leader's gray battle skirt clung to her, not doubting herself if there was concrete and dust residue along her face like the rest of them. A warm shower sounded better than eating the sweetest, softest cookie. She didn't like to cheat, her semblance an easy way to win a race, but she harkened back to the days where Yang would hog the bathroom, her golden mane manicuring taking the better part of an hour. As much as either of the sisters wanted to be good hosts, they regressed themselves back to being petty siblings.
Her eyes met Yang's and then her own as she met the mirror in the safe hub, heart beating as she heard the footsteps stampeding down the hallway. The leader swiftly shut the door, lock securing as she put her back against the door.
"Not fair, Ruby!" came a shouted muffle of her sister from beyond the wooden panel. "We had a truce on this."
"All's fair when we return home. Use Dad's shower."
"You know it's weird to use and makes that awful hum through the house!"
"Sorry, you lose. Weiss!" Ruby called out to her heiress when the budging was let up. "Come into my room and I'll give a few taps to the wall when I'm almost done."
"Sounds good. Blake and I will just be having a mature conversation about how juvenile our girlfriends are," the ice princess countered, the sting of the comment not felt as she knew Weiss never had to fight for a bathroom till she came to Beacon.
The ends of her nails clang against the wood at her desk gave Ruby the signal to trim her fingernails as Weiss was in the shower. As the humming of the blow dryer clicked off, the leader was frantically throwing the rest of her clippings to the carpet to hide her leftover trimmings.
Weiss came in, Ruby putting on some socks to mask her guilt. She took note of the lovely ivory locks that were damp from the water, enough moister keeping the strands heavy. Ruby aided her girlfriend, pulling her hair out of the pale blue oversized loose sweater as she dressed. "Thanks. Mind passing me my boots? Fitting into those after a shower is going to be a nightmare."
The leader fetched the heeled, brown leather footwear. Ruby left her girlfriend to the task of fitting into skintight clothing, the younger girl never understanding why women would wear such brutal clothing. If she had the same waistline, she would have loaned her a pair of pants, although she had to admit Weiss' slender figure wore them well. Ruby slipped into a red hoodie, giving the cloak a rest and a washing. She loved keeping the distinct smells of battle on her, each residue of dust and sweat a vehicle to that fight. Last night was the exception, Ruby hoping for a fresh start with a freshly cleaned cloak tomorrow.
"How long till your sister is done getting ready?"
"She said fifteen minutes, so it's more like thirty. We all took a little longer in the shower. It feels so good to be clean."
"I couldn't agree more. I just wonder who she's fooling? It can't be us at this point with her estimated time on getting ready." The heiress gave the final pulling grunt as she slipped into her boots. Weiss got up and gathered her white mane into a long tail. With her hairpin tiara in her mouth, she wrapped and tightened her hair into the usual asymmetrical neatness. With a final pin to her cowl, and a latching of the rosy necklace, she was the prim and proper princess Ruby loved. The heiress turned to meet Ruby, her peerless gaze melting the leader as usual. She met her in the middle, the few extra inches in her heels had Ruby where she was over a year ago, looking up to Weiss.
"Some things never change," Ruby tipping her toes enough to reach the heiress' lips. "Zwei could use a bit of family love. Let's go play with him till they're ready."
Ruby almost regret the decision of having Weiss near Zwei. The leader promised herself that she would need to explore the inner machinations of why the ice princess is so enamored with dogs one day. Till then, she would have to take to prying her pup from Weiss' cold fingers. What finally got then to stop is Yang keeling over at the sight of fighting over Zwei like a teddy bear, a paw in each hand being stretched for his ownership. The relaxing wears of jeans were had by the other two, Yang and Blake still sporting their scarves and a couple of the blonde's flannels to compliment the ensemble.
Ruby's appetite was flaring as soon as they hit the downtown district, wondering if she could sneak away with Weiss and have some home-style truffle burgers at a place she loved. Still, sitting down at a booth in the hole-in-the-wall place that her dad courted many a times with her mom felt appropriate. The room was barely big enough for no more than ten families, the leader glad no tourists were rushing to Patch for the winter. The room was dimly lit, the romantic lighting not obvious to her as a kid, nor the single candle lit at the checkered table.
"And I'll have the fisherman's linguine, please." Ruby the last to have her order taken passed the menu to the waiter who came back quickly with three glasses of wine and a soda for the leader. "Can we not clang our glasses together? I feel stupid with my plastic cup."
Yang was quick to alleviate the problem. "Take mine for the mean time. Blake and I will share one." The other couple held their glass high, Weiss and Ruby joining them with a gentle cling of glassware. "Happy anniversary, you two."
"Thanks," they were appreciative in unison. As much as the leader wanted to not look foolish, it came out as soon as the sharp taste of the wine hit her pallet, Ruby not yet acquired to the taste. "Take it back."
The blonde obliged, taking a hard swig before setting it down. "A year ago. I can't believe it's been that long."
"From the nature of your remark, you didn't believe we'd last this long," Weiss jested back, taking a proud sip until the others shared a conscious-stricken stare, the ice princess double taking her drink as the realization hit her and Ruby.
"Oh, my goodness. Yang, Blake, did you girls seriously not think we'd make it as a couple?" Ruby the first to protest. The other two had a silent argument, neither seemingly wanting to open up about the subject. The Faunus whispered something about 'sister', the blonde taking a deep breath looking both of them in the eye.
"Not really. I mean, we saw how rocky your partnership was going. It was fortunate Weiss had such a quick turnaround because I don't know how I'd react if you kept being belittled by her every step. I wouldn't have been surprised if the relationship would have continued along that path, Ozpin probably would've let you two switch partners, a rare feat at Beacon," Yang calmly explained, all of the words hitting just as hard as if she were being chastised for them.
"I know how I was back then, but as you can see, I've changed a lot. I love all of what Ruby has to offer. Every spaz idiosyncrasy, her cookie quirks, and her general idea of expressing love, I cherish."
"Now you do, but even then I see where it tears at you," Blake taking over her girlfriend's stance. "Ruby, I say this with love, but you did annoy Weiss with a lot of what you did and still continue to do. I can't stress this enough, we love how this all turned out. You two bring out the best in each other, even when you're at each other's throats. Ruby, you spark jealously from Yang with how thoughtful and outstanding you are as a girlfriend."
"That was supposed to be a secret. Thanks for letting the cat out of the bag." Yang nudged her girlfriend, only for Blake to slap her forearm for the lame pun, Ruby wondering if the blonde was really disheartened or just wanted to pull that joke. "I'll let out another one. Weiss, don't get mad at Ruby, I know the day you two got together was the same day Blake and I went on that date that ended very, very well."
The blonde's devious grin contrasted the fiery heat that Ruby was feeling from the heated stare at her face, the leader airing on the side of safety and not connecting the gaze from her partner. "It sort of slipped in conversation. It's not a big deal, Weiss. I mean, who says we can't pick and choose when our anniversary is." Ruby's voice cracking as she swept the mess back under the rug.
"I feel it more was yanked from some hard ribbing from her," the ice princess' tone annoyed.
"Also, it kind of is a big deal," Blake separated Weiss' fuming attention with a gift. It was small, red ribbons accenting the white wrapping. "Open it," the Faunus urged, Ruby snapping the ribbon with a bread knife. Weiss peeled away the paper, revealing a polished silver frame, a picture inside displaying the couple of the hour. Ruby remembers that day, their first mission together and how proud she was of everyone, especially Weiss, for living up to her best teammate promise, her tactics sharp in aiding Ruby. There was one, glaring flaw to capturing a moment.
"Umm... thanks, but the glass is broken."
"That's our fault. It was part of the collateral damage to the house," her sister attempting to amend the situation. "But we talked about it with Weiss and she wanted us to give it to you still."
Ruby was about to call Yang out, her girlfriend, the perfectionist, would never have this portrait on display for others to mock. A hand came into her vision, Weiss' warm hands matching her smile as the leader curiously looked up. "They brought it to me yesterday. They found out what you had to find out the hard way how hard it is to shop for me. But look, Ruby, this massive crack, a few pieces missing, it's what they were saying before. Our love isn't perfect, it's us, though, and I wouldn't have it any other way."
An affectionate sigh come from the other side of the table, Yang as smitten by the words as Ruby, her cheeks turning a slight pink with how charming the heiress came off. "Th-that's beautiful, Weiss. Thank you." she leaned in giving a chaste peck that would have to be adequate until later. "And thank you so much, girls. This is pretty... fantastic." Ruby took a closer look and remembered all the warm fuzzies she had that day. "I think I'd have a scar if it weren't for your glyphs, Weiss. The Nevermore came dangerously close."
"I didn't say I'd be best teammate and not mean it. Besides, you should be more proud that you were able to get me to smile at one of your jokes. You say wine is an acquired taste, you taking the Nevermore's feathers and tickling me into the ground is a far harder pill to swallow," Weiss explained, the leader's gall flaring as her fingers aggressively fluttered around her girlfriend's sides, the joyful squeal from the heiress elicited a comment from Yang.
"See, aren't you glad Blake and I kicked you out of he room that night? If that didn't happen, you two probably wouldn't have gotten together."
The reality of the remark grasped the leader's heart, its stranglehold tightening as she knew her sister's words to be true. "Oh, my goodness. That's can't be right, can it? I loved Weiss. I just didn't have the... No, she's so right. I would've never been able to bring up the courage to talk to Weiss about how I felt. That rose I put in her suitcase an exception because I didn't have to look her in the eyes. Me, face-to-face with her, actually pouring out my heart would have come out as incoherent babble and would've been sent away. If they didn't go on that date, if that guy never attacked Weiss, if I didn't spaz out afterward, would Weiss and I even be a couple? Are we just a product of circumstance? What else could've not happened?"
"And who ordered the fisherman's linguine?" the waiter asked, the ice princess nudging her girlfriend to raise her hand and take the order. She stared into the pasta, her appetite gone and too distracted by her thoughts to eat, Ruby concentrating to mask it as she tried to enjoy the rest of her meal.
*-Weiss-*
The heiress patted herself on the back, taking a page out of her girlfriend's book and excusing herself to the restroom to catch up to their waiter, slyly handing him her credit card and saying to tip appropriately. The other couple picked up the the cab fee, Yang slightly miffed that the heiress was so clever back at the restaurant. "It was no big deal. It was your romantic dinner before it became our anniversary celebration. Don't sweat it, Yang."
"I won't too much, but let others treat you. I don't have to remind you about our troubles with gift giving." Yang tousled the heiress' bangs, the ice princess straitening them out instinctively. She noticed Blake march herself in the house, the heiress finding it hard to find a voice to tell Ruby that window of opportunity was slipping with her sister in front of her. She felt a hand grasp hers, her partner standing tall, but too rigid from her nervousness.
"Umm...Yang. We, I mean, I need to ask you something," Ruby stammered out.
"Yeah, Ruby. Shoot it," Yang causally said, her relaxed demeanor the heiress wished was shared by her sister, her hand being crushed under the pressure.
"Yang... I-I hate doing this, especially since its our house, but-but Weiss and I were hoping for a little private time. It-it's our anniversary and..."
"You can stop where you are, Ruby," the blonde interrupted. "I don't want you popping a vein asking me like you always do. Blake and I were actually smart enough to know you'd ask. It's the reason we took so long getting ready. We're deciding to rough it and have a little beach camping." Weiss was glad to feel some release from the tension, her fingers able to circulate blood again as Ruby loosened her grip. "I'll go and help her out. Wait five minutes and we'll use the backyard gate to leave." Yang making it as quick and painless as it needed to be and embraced the two in a hug.
"Wow. Thanks, Yang."
"No problem. Have fun." Yang skipped away into the house, Weiss already starting the timer in her head and anticipating its ding. She turned to her girlfriend, waiting to see the same sporting smile, but was deterred by the frown and grimace of her face. The heiress, now used to the pain, didn't even notice she was still vice-gripped to Ruby.
"Hey, Ruby." The leader turned towards her, eyes frightening more without a cheery glow to them. "What's wrong? It's over. The hard part is done."
The statement brought her partner back, releasing Weiss' hand as if she didn't know she was holding onto it. "So-sorry, Weiss. I was thinking and stuff."
The ambiguity that laced her words was too blunt to ignore, the heiress not about to have the fun be dampened with whatever vexed Ruby. "Girlfriend talk," she demanded, stopping her partner before she was able to try and rebuff the request. "No, you're not getting out of it. You've been waiting for this day since I cracked a book in front of you and said for you to memorize the material or there will be a drought of a dry streak. We've been busy, gotten caught up in White Fang business, and now we're finally free. Where's that glint, that sparkle, that enthusiasm that's been bleeding out of you this morning?" Weiss fell short about how she was also craving sexual gratification until she saw the weight that was tipping Ruby's scales to fear. She stepped forward, only for her girlfriend to step back, the heiress reaching out and keeping the leader in her orbit. In a softer voice, she assured, "What's got you worked up?"
Weiss hadn't had Ruby look up to her since her final growth spurt, the leader's gray irises confused, wanting to be comforted. "I-I... Last night, it actually got my mind thinking... I know I usually run around carefree because I want to be immortal like my heroes in my stories, but I felt a bit of my mortality last night when she had me pinned and I was helpless. I then asked the question, what would've happened if you weren't there?" Ruby confessed, Weiss' eyes growing from her own concern with the existential qualities in her girlfriend's case. "Would I have been hurt? If then, how hurt? Would I be scarred, blinded, burned? Dead... It got me scared with the uncertainty of it all, then what Yang mentioned at dinner, really scared me. What if we didn't get kicked out that night? Would we be together? What if you didn't have that talk with Professor Port? Would you have bothered to warm up to me and be my best teammate? Would we work as a team if that didn't happen? Is partnership a bad idea when I rely on you so much in battle? Is everything random?"
Weiss couldn't handle anymore, the questions spewing from her girlfriend scaring her more as it went on. She placed her hand lightly over Ruby's mouth, cooing the woman till she settled down. "Calm down, Ruby. Those questions, although unnerving to hear, are questions we've all asked ourselves. I wouldn't be surprised in the next few were what is our purpose or why do we exist?" The heiress got an expected nod from Ruby as confirmation. "I hate pulling the age-card on this one, but you're just hitting a part of your life where mortality matters to you. Imagining death as a kid is different from experiencing it as an adult. You see life differently. You see a lot of pathways of what could've been instead of walking mindlessly on one. I remember my wake up call. It's when I got this."
Weiss brought Ruby's hand up to her scar, her thumb maneuvering hers into the groove. "I asked the questions what if I didn't lose my temper to my father? Would I be unscathed? Would I regret not standing up to him? Then I looked in the mirror and had more depressing thoughts. How can I cover it up? How could anyone look past something so grossly blemishing my face? How will I find someone?"
"I would have told you that you're beautiful and the scar makes you distinguished. Also... I kind of think it's sexy," Ruby lightening the mood made Weiss feel the effects of her words.
"I would have loved to hear that, so I hope me telling you this helps. It's bleak, but there are a lot of variables that we can't count on. I'm sure your dad didn't anticipate Yang's mom leaving him. I'm sure your mom didn't think she'd die so young. I mean, tomorrow I can get hit by a car walking down the street and be paralyzed. We have to be secure with ourselves and with the present, because it's not worth it to dwell on the past. Fix it now and the future will play out a lot better. You don't have to answer this now, but are you happy?"
The sparkle was brewing behind her eyes, the cheerfulness birthed anew as Ruby smiled up at the heiress, running her thumb around her scar, hand cupping her face. "I am. I really am."
"That being said, then let me reassure you. With things that are uncertain, there are things that are definite and I can assure you that we would have gotten together." Weiss took a deep breath before her confession. "When we went out that day... I knew that I had never been attracted to another person than I did you. That week away... I missed you and when I was walking with you, talking with you, it all made sense and I knew I had to do something about it. I'm a Schnee. With my immense wealth, I'm used to getting anything and everything I want. Even if you weren't going to work up the nerve, I was. The time and place would've been different, but I would've gotten at you. I take what I want and I wanted you. And..." Weiss' gaze averted slightly, cheeks tinting at her attempt to be seductive. "I really... want you now."
The heiress maneuvered her hand to place it in a more seductive place, resting it atop Ruby's breast, her heartbeat steady and fast. Weiss didn't know what was happening in Ruby's head, but she needed her beloved to act first. With the silence becoming unbearable, her face became a fire with length. "Please don't make me spell it out for you."
Ruby didn't need to be told twice, the leader tipping on her toes and pressing her lips to Weiss' with the zeal she expected. The heiress, not fond of personal displays of affection, even though it was fairly secluded and no one was around, was happy to hear her mental timer ding. Before escalating any further, she broke the kiss, nodding her head to the house, her girlfriend taking her by the hand and leading her in.
The house was dark, Weiss gleefully, but carefully skittering away to Ruby's room. Hours before she was freshly showered, underwear-clad in front of a mirror on display for her girlfriend, but coming back to the room changed the common atmosphere. Ruby turned on her desk light, the only sufficient source for mood lighting. Her bed was a deep hue of red, Weiss both bemused and embarrassed that she was going to have sex in a comforter that had the massive logo of 'Dead Fantasy' on it. Her room was slightly a mess, parts to weapons strewn and the entertainment center a disorder of cables and remotes. Still, the room's sex-repellent of all of the leader's gadgets and decor didn't neutralize the romantic charge sparking between them.
"So umm... did you want the room brighter or...?"
They were well into the double-digits of how many times they've done this, but Weiss was charmed at Ruby's flustered attentiveness. The ice princess prompted her forward, the leader drawn like a moth to a flame to her lover. Weiss grabbed the scruff of the red jacket, lazily pulling Ruby in for a lustful kiss. The heiress parted her mouth, Ruby eagerly accepting the invite as she danced around the marshmallow lips. Weiss met her at the entrance, tongue gliding and guiding her muscle into her cavity. Her adept partner enthralled the heiress, soft gratifying moans escaping her as tongues spiraled, separated, and repeated the waltz. As libidos were flaring, the dance was eluding to their more carnivorous desires.
As the short-haired girl ran her hands through the impressive, silky stands of Weiss' hair, the ice princess stayed busy as well. With a slow hand, she placed it on Ruby's chest, gradually leaning her into the bed without breaking their kiss. The heiress felt the tiara clips come undone, her length of hair falling to one side, almost getting snagged in the jacket being unzipped. Her lips followed her downward motion, the leader letting out a pleaful gasp as Weiss branded her with a soft nibble.
"Weiss," the leader barely audible as her imploration came out as a breath, "it's one thing when it's Yang that catches me. I'll burn a brighter red than my cloak if Dad sees a purplish mark."
Teeth tempted the yielding skin, Weiss sporting a wicked smile as she heard the failing restraint in her girlfriend's voice. The heiress had been meaning to give Ruby the same flustered face whenever she uses her semblance to goose Weiss in front of people, on-goers none the wiser with a few rose petals in the wake of her quick arrival and departure. Tonight, Weiss was dominant, as she was more than eager to hear Ruby scream her name in the purest state of exposure.
Weiss finished unzipping her jacket, the clothing falling off Ruby's shoulders, giving Weiss her opening. A slender digit hooked around the collar of the leader's t-shirt, nail abrading the white skin while stretching the fabric low enough to give sight to her target. "Then let me insure its concealment." The ice princess lowered her head to the milky softness atop Ruby's breast. The short-haired girl drew breath sharply as Weiss tenderly branded her, the gentleness ending as the heiress felt she was done playing around, her assertiveness demanding a little more lip locking. Her nature enslaved Ruby, her cavity hers as she roamed the slick mass, the leader too distracted by the rising passion that Weiss was able to discard her jacket with ease.
Her knee grew tried, back aching from leaning in, but that's not what had Weiss pursuing herself to the spread, legs grateful for the new arching position as she towered over her lover. Her lungs begged for air as Ruby left her mouth, the leader tossing away her own rule and greedily leaving a few dark marks for keen eyes to find. The heiress' sweater proved easier to navigate as Ruby attacked her chest. Weiss didn't need more coercing to get more clothing off, but didn't want the sensations of her partner's knicks and licks to stop trilling her. The deft hands slithered down the toned body of her lover, pulling up on the hem of her t-shirt, Ruby gladly helping as she pulled the dark garment over her head.
The silver moonlight peeked past the drapes, the red tips of her hair glinting, along with a bit of sweat they've aroused, a bead dripped from her chin, flowing down the cleavage, not that Weiss noticed as she was spellbound by her girlfriend's form. The lacy red bra with black trimmings was fighting to keep in Ruby's modest mounds, her lungs heaving from the little air she was able to pass through her nostrils, Weiss feeling more lightheaded just by looking at how worked up she looked. Weiss noted of the bra finely filled, wondering if a little growth happened there as well, her hand reaching out and testing her assumption.
A part of her was relieved Ruby didn't grow a cup size, the ice princess' smaller hands forming comfortably around the delicate globes. A rough moan elicited from the leader, the hungry glint in her eye shining in the luminescence, Weiss giving into the carnal pleasures and lustfully kissing her back. Her hands worked around the straps, a flick of the wrist had Ruby's bra in her lap. Before the bra hit the floor, Weiss had moved south, engulfing a raised peak, a gratifying shriek came from the leader as she swept the nipple with skillful love. Ruby's hands ran through the white mass of hair, nails in rhythm with her moans whenever the Weiss would get her body to react, the heiress kindling the fire burning between them with each heated suckle from the areola.
Ruby's hands chased her instinct, hands tugging up on the heiress' sweater, asking for permission. Weiss complied, she too not liking being the only one naked during love making. She parted, the ice princess swiping at the string of saliva that came from the sugary soda Ruby drank at the restaurant. The initial glint sparkled and multiplied, the sparks from the breast play flushing the leader, appetite clear as eyes roamed Weiss' body, the heiress embarrassed as her body was thoroughly surveyed.
The leader's careful analysis found her target, her partner forgetting her own squeaky plea from the beginning and attacking Weiss' collarbone. Her body craned, responding to the kisses planted on her. She wanted to feel her skin against her lover's, Ruby two steps ahead of her and whisked the hooks to her bra. She curved her arms inward, tossing the white lace away and intensely embracing her lover. Ruby's rock-hard tips etched into her body, Weiss burying herself in the black treads, inhaling her scent as it was being mixtured with the ones they were creating.
Weiss felt Ruby's head inch out of her grasp, Weiss reluctantly loosening her arms to let the leader tend to her perky chest. The calloused hands kneaded the small breast, the hardened ridges stimulated by the rough, yet tender, fingers of her lover. The other was cared for to by the velvety glaze of her tongue, spiraling around her nipple that evoked weak whimpers from Weiss. The ice princess could feel the electric bolts surging to her lower half, part of her feeling tortured with the amount of pleasure, her hips tempting herself, the heavy jean fabric not enough as she grinded against Ruby's leg, sure she was dripping enough that it seeped through the thick fabric.
The brass and steel wriggled beneath her, the heiress desperately wanting to rid herself of her tight jeans. Ruby unzipped hers as well, Weiss nearly falling off her feet as she struggled to pull of the pair. Ruby was more docile, making sure the ice princess wasn't going to trip and bang her head on the nightstand. The leader was radiant in her matching panties, Weiss noticing a damp spot on her pair as well, the heiress feeling a flush in her cheeks as she could tell hers were more drenched.
Ruby curled her finger, beckoning her girlfriend back to the sheets. Weiss returned to the bed, peeling off the last of their garments to avoid any more interruptions. She propped herself up with her knees, hand slinging its way to its desired destination, the heiress taking her time as she roamed her girlfriend's body, but also distracted from the lustful glaze in the stormy eyes. Ruby's hand hitched Weiss' leg between hers, her lithe frame proving to be a stable surface as her juices lathered her thigh. Ruby laced her arms around her lover, both bound to each other and the bed.
Before she let Ruby take the first move, the ice princess' hand moved between her legs, fingers exploring the familiar crevasse. Shuddered gasps came has her fingers grazed past her clit, the heiress wanting an immersion into her pool of honey, a small dip taken by a couple fingers. She brought the digits back up, a clear bead running heavy down the slender appendages. Weiss entranced her lover, the dulcet flavoring evident as her face curled, thoroughly enjoying the taste that she yearned for.
Weiss secured her hand behind Ruby's head, nails bedding into her scalp and she kept hers eyes locked with her. The leader's eyes quaked in anticipation, the steely blues not blinking, taking in every pure, carnal expression she could conjure. Her hand returned to the channel, wetness flowing generously, fingers meandering around the entrance, teasing the poor girl writhing in her arms, desperate for Weiss to take the plunge. The heiress circled the inviting pool, taking it achingly slow and pushing one into Ruby.
Her mouth allured the ice princess as it gaped open from the pleasure, Weiss leaning in and sealing it with her own. With Ruby as lubed as she was, the heiress picked up the pace, strumming the ridges of her insides to make Ruby long for her touch more. The edge of the leader's knee was pressed against her own folds. The rising moans, potent scent, and Ruby's riding expression had the heiress desiring her own. Her clit sat firm against the strong thigh, her breath seizing with each vigorous glide against the toned flesh, Ruby attributing to the rhythm as best she could as Weiss was taking her to climax.
Weiss thought she could temper her pleasure, her body misbehaving as she was climbing to the top. She slipped another finger in her lover to keep up, Weiss inverted her technique to knuckle up under Ruby's favorite spot. Her fingers were being strangled, constricted by the heat and muscle that consumed her. The heiress edged her palm on Ruby's pearl, clamping down on the small bud. A sharp pain from her back alarmed her, only for the natural high of the body soothing itself did it become pleasurable, the cool sensation of blood hitting the open air as she choose to ignore how hard Ruby's nails dug into her.
The other hand found its way to the recess the ice princess was protecting, a harsh whimper coming every time the leader would trust past her clit and into the moist niche of her body. Their bodies arched into each other, Ruby's breathy moans blaring in her ear. Their sweaty bodies slid against one another, hips gyrating as each one was carrying them to the next plateau. Weiss threw her head back, eyes closed as she couldn't levee the pressure building inside her. Her promise took backseat as she unwillingly let herself be selfish.
"Oh, Ruby! Yes! More... Don't Stop!" the cry of passion echoing in the house. The heat surged inside, her slit oozing fluid as Ruby dutifully kept up her pace, despite the spastic actions of her own passionate play. She felt the final groove with the quivering of her passage, a final calling out to her girlfriend as Weiss arrived. Hips bucked with every wave of pleasure crashing against her, her fluids rushing out and onto Ruby as her body convulsed. Weiss' body fought as long as it could, her body being lowered by her lover gently to the spread. She felt the familiar form of Ruby's body twine around her, a hand placed against her chest assuaging her breathless sides, the other brushing the sweat-soaked bangs from her face.
As she was coming down from the euphoria, her eyes couldn't ignore the burning gaze next to her. With the light baring through, Weiss could clearly see the glint in her partner's eyes, them shining far brighter than before they started. The heiress lazily wrapped her arms around Ruby, pulling the woman closer to her. The glassy water behind her lens cleaned up, the heiress playing with the tinged tips as she spoke. "Impressive as always, but I was sort of hoping to give a little back to my girlfriend battling an existential crisis."
"You don't have to, though. You... you said a lot that helped, and when I ponder it more, I know I'll come out the other side better. Also, you usually are the one that makes me umm... come quicker." Weiss basked in the revelry of her girlfriend's admission, both glowing from the admiration. "And if you don't believe me," Ruby lowly spoke as she took the heiress by the hand, deliberately lowering it to her vessel, the slit still wet, a river pouring from her, "maybe we could test said theory." Weiss would never deny her girlfriend the gratification of reaching orgasm. The heiress traced the landscape of her outer lips, Her breathing hitched as she continued to rally Ruby, kissing her girlfriend one last time before she was lost to the delirium of their love making.
The couple laid on their sides, a fluttering, but bothersome tickle coming from the heiress' chin traveling south. Weiss was completely drained from the night's romp, but Ruby still had enough in the tank to continue to preen along her neck. "Don't you want to sleep? I thought I had done enough to tucker you out."
"You did," the leader giving a small taste to the salty skin, "but can't help but want more with how well you made love to me."
The ice princess deeply smiled, always appreciated to hear of her efforts of a job well done. "Not to take all the credit, but I have a great partner who actively participates." Weiss pulled from Ruby's bottom, the short-haired girl complying as she wiggled her way up to meet the icy gaze. Her hands cupped around the leader's round face, squeezing her cheeks before giving her own proper kiss. "I'm scared to look at the clock. I'm halfway expecting to see the sun creep up behind the curtains we've been going at it for so long."
"Then don't. Just look at me," the leader whispered, Weiss obeying as the loving calm in the gray orbs was evident, the lust more so as a hand thought it was being sneaky. The heiress let it slide, along with her hand picking a preferred haven, the beating of Ruby's heart a steady tempo.
"Really? My butt, Ruby?" Weiss playfully jested, not minded one bit about where her girlfriend's hands chose to lie.
"Yes. It's a small, but a gratifying squeeze," the leader cheekily pressed the ice princess' button. Weiss wouldn't agree with that statement, but she didn't doubt Ruby's appreciation of her body, especially with the many love bites that were dotting it. Weiss brought her nude body closer, her droughty bangs mashed with her partner's as she pressed their foreheads together. As she kept her hand where it was, she could tell the leader's lingering enthusiasm was carried by her libido. Once she quieted down, she was dozing off in Weiss' arms.
The heiress was having slight trouble in falling asleep, the unfamiliar house and awkward way she inadvertently kicked out two tenants weighing heavy on her conscious. "I need to get Yang and Blake something nice. They were exceedingly accommodating."
"Weiss," a murmur came from her girlfriend, Weiss unsure if Ruby was sleep-talking or awake spoke quietly to not heedlessly wake her up.
"Ruby?"
"Do you... do you think we'll be together forever, get married, and you know... be happy." The weakness in the question caught Weiss off-guard. She knew she wouldn't solve Ruby's quandary with a few nice words and a smile, but she didn't think it would be this rampant on the leader's mind.
The ice princess brought Ruby in closer, soothing her as she entwined their bodies tighter, hoping for her heart to relax. "Absolutely, Ruby," a tender kiss placed on the leader's lips. "I love you. That will never change."
Weiss squeezed harder, loosening her grip as Ruby's heart stabilized. "I love you too, Weiss."
The heiress' heart was running quicker, the partial untruth keeping her mind racing. "I wasn't about to give her a spiel on life, a partial truth easier to quell her thoughts at the moment, and frankly I'm not qualified. We can't predict where we'll be in life or how fast we get there, but I know I want you there with me at the end, Ruby."