Yang lazily rubbed at her eyes as she flipped through channel after channel on the television. Normally, her wife would badger her about her incredibly poor posture if Weiss were not slouching as much as she was.
They were both slumped on the couch, unmoving as if they were a pair of unkneaded dough piles, as their children, chased each other throughout the living room and kitchen.
Of course, Weiss was still working on her laptop, as per usual nowadays.
Yang felt irritable after the modicum of sleep she had barely managed to steal the last few nights. Her sleepless nights have become less common thanks to some improvements, however slow, in Wendy's nightmares, but she still could not help but worry. She was glad to find out Wendy did not suffer from any permanent damage, but now she just wanted to feel like herself again.
She was tired of being tired.
Yang's eyes followed Wendy and Wilma as they ran past the screen for the dozenth time, "Hey, can you guys quit running in front of the screen? You're making my head spin," she groaned.
The little girls paid her no mind and giggled as they ran off into the kitchen again.
"At least Wendy is laughing again," Weiss sighed, not even taking her eyes off her laptop.
"I'm starting to think she's been desensitized to the nightmares," said Yang as she flipped through some more channels.
Weiss tapped away at her keyboard, "…Yeah… Maybe," she responded, clearly focusing on her computer.
Yang glanced at her wife beside her and frowned, "Anything interesting going on?" she asked.
"…Very," Weiss answered after a few long seconds.
Yang sighed and turned her attention back to the television, "I don't know how you can work for so long without any breaks."
Weiss smirked and spared a glance at Yang, "My father says it's an ability that runs in the family."
"Uh oh," Yang huffed and grinned, "I hope that doesn't mean Wendy will completely forget how to have fun when she starts school… Like somebody I know…"
Weiss furrowed her brows and stared at Yang, "What's that supposed to mean?"
Yang laughed and set the remote down as she found a channel she was satisfied with watching, "Nothing, Babe. Absolutely nothing."
Weiss shot Yang an unamused look and continued working.
"So, what are you doing right now?" Yang asked.
"I'm trying to figure out how many supplies I need to purchase. It's going to take maybe three to five days to clear out the dust deposit of all hazards to my miners," Weiss explained without looking up from her screen, "I've got to figure out the quantity of resources my huntsmen and Atleasian soldiers will need. How much ammo, how much dust, food, water, shelter, armor, equipment… and so much more."
"Yeesh," Yang whistled, "I never realized so much thought had to go into this mission of yours… It must be really stressful."
Weiss sighed and curled her fingers into fists for a moment's respite, "Yeah… It is."
"But, you're still going," Yang smirked, "I'll never know how you can manage so much stress."
"I'm not the only one," said Weiss as she locked eyes with Yang, "We both haven't exactly been stress-free as of late."
"You can say that again," said Yang as she rested her head against the back of the couch, "With everything that's been going on… The mission, Raven, worrying about the kids… I don't know about you, but I've barely had any time to let my mind shut off and think about nothing in particular."
Weiss hummed in thought as the kids ran by the couch again.
Even over the sounds of tiny feet pitter-pattering across the floor, Yang noticed Weiss' computer keys stop clicking. She briefly thought to check on Weiss but opted to rest her eyes instead. Now all she could think about was the mission, Raven, and her kids.
What if Weiss' mission goes wrong? What if Raven whimsically decides to leave again? What if Wendy's nightmares suddenly became a lot worse out of nowhere?
"Yang?"
Yang opened her eyes and lifted her head up, "Yeah?"
"Let's take a break."
Yang raised an eyebrow and watched Weiss, curiously, "What do you mean? A break from what?"
"From everything," said Weiss, perking up as she shut her laptop and turned in her seat to face Yang, "Let's do De-stressing Day early this year. Just the two of us, together."
Yang almost chuckled at the mention of her funny, little, made-up holiday. They had set up a day every year since the first one at Beacon to forget about their problems. To fall in love with life again and just be free.
"What about your work? It never seemed like you had any time to spare while planning your mission," said Yang.
"Well, I am about a full day's worth of work ahead of schedule," admitted Weiss, "I was saving up this day to spend with you and the kids, but we can use it today for us."
"Wait, I don't want to do this if you want to save your spare time for Wendy and Wilma," said Yang.
"There will be plenty of time to spend with the kids after this mission is over," Weiss reassured as she placed her hand on Yang's arm.
Yang frowned and watched as Wendy and Wilma ran into the kitchen, "Even if we do decide to do this, the kids are still going to be here the whole time anyway."
"That shouldn't be a problem," said Weiss, "We could ask Ruby if they could stay the night at her house."
Yang bit her cheek, "I guess it has been a while since they spent a night with their cousins…"
Weiss smiled and stopped Wendy as she was about to run by the couch, causing Wilma to bump into her from behind.
"Mother, my tooth is really loose!" Wendy smiled as she wiggled her baby tooth with her tongue.
"Wow, it won't be long until it falls out and you grow another, big girl tooth!" Weiss smiled as she cupped Wendy's cheeks and kissed her forehead.
Wendy and Wilma jumped in place, giggling all the way.
"Hey! How would you two like to have a sleepover at Yelena and Nyssa's house?" Weiss asked.
Wendy gasped, "Today!?"
"Yeah! Today!" Weiss laughed and nodded.
Weiss smirked at Yang as the two little girls cheered, ran up the stairs to their room, and started packing.
Slowly, a smile crept onto Yang's face, "Okay, Weiss. You've convinced me… I'd better let Ruby know our kids are coming over."
"Girls! Auntie Ruby and Auntie Blake are here!" Weiss called up the stairs as she opened the front door, "I hope you're done packing!"
"Hey, Weiss!" Ruby smiled as she squeezed the life out of her old partner.
"H-hello, Ruby," Weiss wheezed as she managed to tear the ever-energetic woman off of her, "Thanks for letting Wendy and Wilma stay the night. Yang and I really needed a night to relax."
"No problem, Weiss," Blake smiled as she went in for a much tamer hug, "Just know that you owe us one, and I expect you to do the same for us when your workload is lighter."
"I'll keep that in mind," Weiss chuckled as Ruby lightly slapped Blake's shoulder.
"Alrighty! The girls are all packed up!" Yang sighed, satisfactorily, as she set two, pink, sparkling backpacks on the floor beside Weiss, "Now, where are the little monkeys?"
Weiss furrowed her brows at Yang, "I thought they were packing up with you?"
"No…," Yang raised an eyebrow as she looked around the living room.
With the room silent, Blake and Ruby shared a glance at the sound of tiny footsteps coming closer.
"Ah. There they are," chuckled Yang as Weiss rolled her eyes.
Wendy screeched to a stop in front of Weiss and wrapped her arms around her waist, "I'm ready, Mother!"
"I can see that!" Weiss smiled and placed her hand on her back, "Wait… Wendy, what happened to your tooth?"
"It fell out!" Wendy giggled.
"What? Let me see," said Yang as she turned Wendy's wide-smiling face to her, revealing a small gap where the girl's loose, front tooth used to be, "Oh, yeah. That sucker's gone."
Ignoring Yang's comment, Weiss crouched down in front of Wendy, "I can see that, Sweetie. Where is it?"
Wendy shrugged, "I don't know. I was running!"
"That was our baby's first baby tooth," Weiss frowned, "Wilma, did you see it fall out?"
Wilma shook her head, "I was running, too."
"Weiss, we can look for it later," said Yang, placing her hand on Weiss' shoulder, "Right now, we have other things to focus on."
Weiss sighed and looked up at Yang.
"My blood tastes weird!" giggled Wendy.
"I'm sure it does, Sweetheart," Weiss could not help but chuckle as she stood up, "Yang's right. See you tomorrow, guys?"
"It depends on whether Yang's going to pick up Wendy and Wilma or not," said Blake.
"Yeah, I can do that," said Yang, "It's the least I can do."
"Auntie Ruby? Where's Yelena and Nyssa," asked Wilma as she tugged on Ruby's pants.
"Closer than you think! They're waiting for you in the car!" Ruby smiled as the two kids joyfully ran out of the house, "Bye, Weiss! Bye, Yang!"
"Bye, Ruby and Blake! And thanks again!" Weiss called out the door before shutting it and turning to face Yang, "Finally! Now we can get to the relaxing! What should we do first?"
"Oh, I don't know. I don't really feel like leaving the house right now, though," Yang sighed.
Weiss hummed as she folded her arms and paced in the living room, "There ought to be something we could effectuate, given those parameters!"
"Um… What?"
"I think I have an idea!" said Weiss as she held up her finger, triumphantly, "We should enjoy the nice, summer weather while it's here. What do you say we make some lemonade and sit outside? We would technically still be at home."
Yang smiled and kissed Weiss' cheek, "Sounds wonderful to me. But let's do ourselves a favor and save us the hassle of making lemonade. The store-bought lemonade in the fridge will do just fine."
Weiss smiled warmly, "Good call. I'll get the lemonade, and you go get comfortable outside."
"As you wish, my queen," said Yang with an over-the-top bow, causing Weiss to playfully roll her eyes.
Yang smiled as she watched Weiss' hips sway on her way to the fridge and chuckled as she stepped outside.
Gods, I never thought I'd miss something as small as that adorable eye-roll she does…
Yang shaded her eyes with her hand as she looked up at the sky. The amount of poufy, white clouds in contrast with the light blue was perfect.
She breathed in the scents of the flowers and the grass. Why did they smell so much richer?
Who knew forgetting about your problems, even for only a day, could make you feel so fantastic!
Yang sighed as she found a seat in one of the two outdoor chairs separated by a small table on the patio. The way the sun's warmth kissed the exposed skin of her arms, legs, and face felt like a blessing.
She had not even changed out of her pajamas—even if they were only a pair of black shorts and an orange tank top—from this morning and was thanking her past self for neglecting to change into some daytime clothes like Weiss did.
Closing her eyes, she basked in the comfortable warmth of the sunlight for a few minutes until she heard the back door slide open.
Yang cracked an eyelid open and took one good look at Weiss before both her eyes were wide open and an excited smirk formed on her face.
"I've got the lemonade," Weiss smiled as she set two glasses of juice, complete with tiny umbrellas, on the table and sat down in the other chair, "Sorry it took so long. I wanted to change into something more comfortable."
"I do not mind one bit," Yang chuckled as her eyes traced Weiss' body.
She was no longer wearing her usual daytime clothes. Instead, all Weiss wore was an oversized t-shirt that fell to just below Weiss' hips.
Yang could not even tell Weiss was wearing panties until she sat down.
"Gosh, it's so nice out. Aren't you going to drink your lemonade?" Weiss asked as she sipped her drink through a bendy straw.
"My what?"
Weiss smirked and pointed at Yang's drink.
"Oh, right," smiled Yang as she picked up her lemonade and drank some. Her eyes, however, never left Weiss.
She did not know why, but the way Weiss looked, so relaxed and comfortable, made her excited. It was like this sight was so rare, that it elicited some sort of intrinsic response.
Watching her was so addicting… She wished Weiss would show this side of herself more. The side of her that was capable of letting herself catch a breather and live her life for a while.
"It's been a while since you've worn one of my shirts around the house," said Yang.
"They're a little too loose to wear with the kids around," Weiss sighed without opening her eyes, "Why bring it up? Do you want me to change again?" she teased.
"Gods, no," Yang chuckled, "You know I like it when you do this."
"You're right," Weiss smirked.
Yang sighed and finally tore her gaze off of Weiss to close her eyes. She noticed there was the slightest breeze that cooled her skin and created the perfect temperature to relax in.
The lemonade tasted so much sweeter than usual. That was probably Weiss' doing.
She did not know how much time went by while they sat, peacefully in the backyard. The combination of the quiet swaying of leaves in the forest and Weiss' soft breaths at her side was all she needed to let her mind wander.
The pull of sleep began to tug at her, but she had no intention of letting it take her. She still had a whole day to relax with her wife.
Yang's eyes reluctantly fluttered open and traced Weiss' body once before scanning the tree line of the forest. They stopped when they fell upon a small swing set meant for Wendy and Wilma.
She and Weiss spent good lien on that thing, and the kids barely even used it.
Wendy and Wilma played with the wooden swords Yang made in her shed more than that overly expensive swing set.
Yang chuckled and smirked, "Hey, Babe?"
Weiss hummed in reply; her eyelids, closed.
"Can we play on the swings?" Yang asked, innocently.
Weiss cracked open an eye and gave her an amused half-smile, "We'll break them."
"Not if we're careful," said Yang, "Please? Just for a little bit? Five minutes tops."
"I thought you wanted to relax today?" Weiss chuckled.
"I do. I relax by having fun." Yang smiled as she sat up and threw her legs off the side of her chair.
Weiss rolled her eyes with an amused hum as she sat up as well, "Very well, my five-year-old wife. We can play on our children's swing set."
"Oh, hush. I know you want to play on that thing just as much as I do," smiled Yang as she gripped Weiss' hand and pulled her off the patio and to the swing set.
Yang giggled as she did her best to fit into the seat that was far too small for her.
"This is not going to end well," Weiss shook her head.
"Stop worrying!" Yang giggled, "I can't go on my own. Come push me!"
"You're kidding. You seriously can't work this on your own?"
"No, my legs are too long. Just do it!"
"Alright, alright! I see you have taken up your role as the resident kindergartener while Wendy's away," Weiss teased.
"Like mother like daughter, I guess," Yang shrugged as Weiss walked around the swing set.
"Ready, Sweetie?" Weiss asked in a mushy, teasing voice as she placed her hands against Yang's back.
"Yes! Now push!"
Weiss laughed as she pressed all her weight into Yang's back, sending her swinging. She pushed her a few more times afterward for good measure.
"Yeah! That's what I'm talking about!" Yang laughed as she swung back and forth.
"Yang, the chain is wobbling a little more than I think it should be," Weiss laughed as she watched Yang swing.
"Nah, it's alright. It'll hold," Yang giggled.
As soon as the words left her mouth, one of the links in the chain holding the swing up snapped.
Yang yelped as she was sent, bottom-first, into the grass.
"…Uh oh."
Yang sent an apologetic look over her shoulder at Weiss.
Weiss had her hand clamped over her mouth and wide eyes staring at Yang sitting on the grass. Soon, tiny, joyful giggles erupted from behind Weiss' hand until she had to clutch at her stomach for breath because of how hard she was laughing.
Yang listened to Weiss' angelic laughter and smiled widely, "What are you laughing at?" she asked from her seat on the ground.
"It's just— Ha! Ha! —The way you fell and are now sitting there like a little kid!" Weiss managed between fits of laughter, "Oh, my Gods! Ha! Ha! I wish I had a camera! You're so cute!"
Yang joined in Weiss' laughter as the latter tried her best to regain control of her lungs and breathlessly laid down in the grass beside Yang.
Yang followed suit and laid down as well.
"Your shorts probably have grass stains," Weiss sighed out the remnants of her laughter.
"Probably," said Yang as she supported her head with her hands folded behind it.
Weiss shimmied closer and rested her head on Yang's bicep as they both watched the clouds lazily float across the sky.
The grass was so soft, and Weiss' body gave her just enough warmth to never want to move.
Yang was content with laying together for the rest of the day, doing absolutely nothing.
"That cloud looks like a bonnet," said Weiss as she pointed at the sky.
This is good, too.
Yang traced where Weiss' finger was pointing and nodded, "It does look like a bonnet… Oh! And that one looks like a hot dog!" Yang pointed out.
"I think it looks more like a banana," said Weiss.
"Nope! You can't convince me that is anything besides a hot dog."
"Fair enough," Weiss giggled.
They watched the sky for any other clouds that could resemble something, but they both soon forgot the game they were playing. Minutes ticked by while they relished each other's embrace.
Yang felt nothing but pure, unconstrained happiness and love.
She propped herself on her elbow and looked down on Weiss' face.
Her eyes were closed, allowing Yang to see that beautiful scar over her left eye in all its majesty. The way her pristine, shining, white hair encased her flawless face made Yang's heart swell with love.
"I love you," Yang whispered as she brushed her fingers against Weiss' hair.
Weiss opened her eyes and smiled at Yang, "I love you, too."
Yang's smile faded into a frown as she continued to play with Weiss' white locks, "I feel like I don't say it enough…"
"Then say it more," Weiss chuckled, softly, as she brushed her thumb against Yang's cheek.
Yang thought for a moment and smiled again, "I love you."
"And I love you."
Yang leaned down and stole a chaste kiss from Weiss' lips. Without another word, she was lying beside her again.
"I guess I should fix the swing," Yang sighed after a few more moments of comfortable quiet.
"You should, but that can wait until tomorrow," said Weiss as she sat up, "I don't want to stay out here for too long. The sun feels great, but I'll turn into a tomato if I stay out here."
Yang chuckled and sat up as well, "We wouldn't want that, now would we?"
Weiss rolled her eyes, stood up, and offered her hand, "Come on. We can still do plenty inside."
Yang took Weiss' hand and smiled as she was escorted back into the house.
"So," said Weiss as she faced Yang and clasped her hands before her, "What would you like to do next?"
"I don't know," Yang shrugged, "I think a hot bath would be nice."
"Right. We'll save that for tonight," smiled Weiss, "Can you think of anything that you'd like to do until then?"
"Honestly," said Yang, "I kind of feel like sitting around."
"How about cuddles and a movie?" Weiss offered.
"Oh! I like the sound of that better."
"So do I," Weiss giggled as she turned and practically glided into the living room, "I'm putting on one of yours."
"Really? Are you sure?"
"It's easier to turn my brain off when I'm watching a load of senseless violence without any semblance of a plot."
"Gotcha," said Yang as she moved into the living room and sat down.
Weiss started up the television and got the movie playing. As she went to sit down, she eyed a blanket on the armchair.
"Blanket or no blanket?" she asked.
"No blanket," replied Yang, "I'm still a little warm from being outside."
"Good, me too," said Weiss as she curled up on the couch, clinging to Yang.
Yang could not help but smile and wrapped her arm around Weiss' shoulders. The movie played in the background, but Yang never paid attention, and by the way Weiss' eyes stayed peacefully closed, she could tell Weiss was not either.
She could tell Weiss was enjoying the proximity just as much as she was. There was something about being so comfortably close that Yang adored. She could not put her finger on what it was exactly. All she knew was that she would like it if moments like this happened more often.
Soon, a strange feeling began to grow in Yang's lower back. She shifted in her seat in an attempt to fix the sensation, but it only pulsated and made her more uncomfortable by the minute.
"Yang, what's wrong?" Weiss asked, without opening her eyes.
"Nothing, my back is aching a little. I think I did something to it when I broke the swing."
"Do you want a massage?"
"You don't have to do that."
"I want to," said Weiss as she looked up at Yang.
Yang smiled at Weiss' crystal blue irises and sighed, "Well… If you insist… Thanks."
Weiss stood up, the movie, completely forgotten, and pointed at the floor, "Lay down on the carpet with your arms folded under your head."
"Yes, ma'am," Yang chuckled as she slipped off the couch and laid on her stomach as Weiss instructed.
"Now, close your eyes and relax," Weiss nearly whispered as she sat down on Yang's butt with her knees on either side of her.
"That's an interesting position for a massage," Yang quipped.
"Shhh! I said relax," Weiss hushed as she lifted Yang's shirt and bunched it up at the base of her head.
Yang breathed deeply as she felt the contact of Weiss' small, warm hands on her back.
They slowly kneaded away at Yang's taught muscles, loosening them and leaving them soothed. The small circles Weiss' thumbs made between Yang's shoulder blades relieved tension Yang did not even know was there.
Yang groaned as Weiss' dexterous fingers traced the strong muscles of her upper back and pressed into the tight tissue on either side of her spine. She felt the stress melt away as Weiss moved down her spine and pressed light circles into her lower back with her thumbs.
"Does that feel good?" Weiss whispered.
"Like heaven…" Yang sighed.
Weiss pushed against Yang's lower back and let her hands slide up to her shoulders, then back down to her lower back. She continued this pattern for a few more seconds.
"Do you feel better, now?" Weiss murmured.
Yang hummed and nodded against her folded arms, "Let me get you, now."
Weiss rubbed Yang's back some more and lightly chuckled, "I'll fall asleep if that happens, and I'd rather not sleep the rest of this day away."
"Okay… Then let's do something else," Yang smirked and pushed off the ground, tipping Weiss backward with a yelp.
Within a short second, Yang was on her feet and pulling Weiss up to meet her.
"Wow, the massage really did the trick, didn't it?" Weiss giggled as she was pulled close to Yang.
"I feel great," Yang smiled as she placed a hand on Weiss' hip and began to sway in place while humming a cheerful tune.
Weiss laughed as she was pulled around the living room in some strange, messy waltz.
"Do you remember when you taught me how to waltz at Beacon?" Yang hummed.
"I do," Weiss smirked, "It's a shame that this is all that remains of my lessons," she said as she gestured to Yang's flawed footwork with her head.
"Are you implying that my waltz is sloppy, Miss Schnee?" Yang smirked back.
"I suppose I am, Miss Xiao Long…"
Yang let out a crazed, over-the-top cackle and pulled Weiss into a strong embrace, "Come 'ere, you!"
Weiss laughed as Yang peppered her face with kisses. She tried her best to bring her arms up in defense, but Yang gripped her wrists in her strong hands and continued her assault.
"You won't get away with such a vicious attack on a noble lady, Miss Xiao Long!"
"Is that so?" Yang chuckled as she ceased her assault and opted to plant a long kiss on Weiss' lips.
Weiss sighed into Yang's kiss and attempted to wrap her arms around Yang's neck, but could not.
Yang kept Weiss' arms stuck by her shoulders and deepened the kiss as she gently pushed her wife against the bookshelf. At this point, she released Weiss' arms and moved her hands to cup her cheek and rest on her hip.
Weiss finally got to wrap her arms around Yang's voluminous, blonde mane, pulling her even closer.
Yang moaned as she felt Weiss' mouth open wider to allow Yang more control.
"Mmmh… Bed?" Weiss breathed between kisses.
"Mph… Too far…" Yang managed in reply.
Weiss sighed as Yang intensified the kiss by trailing her hands over Weiss' toned midriff.
"Couch…?" Weiss asked in a heavenly sigh.
"Better."
A/N: Thanks for reading! I had a lot of fun writing this chapter. It was about time we got some freezerburn fluff in this story. It is a freezerburn story after all. My idea for this chapter was to be what De-stressing Day would have been like if Yang and Weiss had decided to stay in the dorm room in the chapter "De-stressing Day" on Project Freezerburn. Obviously, the part with the kids and the house were different. Basically, I wanted these two chapters to 'rhyme' if that makes sense. I hope you enjoyed reading this fluffy chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it! Please leave a review!