Hey there, Murder. Qrow here. It has been some time (9 months, but who is counting). I know you'll ask, so to answer...

Why so short? - I wanted to get a quickie out before the end of the year just to let you guys know that I still exist.

Why so vanilla? - They're easier to write so that meant I could get it done faster.

So here's what's happened since last time. Overtime got crazy at my job, suffered the worst anxiety ever for several months, got a new job. Me: Will I have to work all sorts of OT here? New job: Nah...

I have worked OT every day since I joined them at the beginning of October, so I've had very little time to write anything really. Sorry. Really. Next year I really want to try harder, so if I say it here and it's where you all can see it, I'll hold myself to it. I'm going to do my best (to begin with) to put out a chapter on this account once every two months. That's the most realistic estimate that I can give you. If I have time for more, great! One every two months at the very least.

Will they be in this story? Will they be part of a new story? Part of one of your other ongoing stories? - I can't know lol. I usually don't know what I'm going to write until I write it. Typically, it all depends on what I'm in the mood for.

TL;DR: One random chapter every two months. Glad to be back. Stay smutty.

Summer x Qrow. Contains Oral, Vanilla, and Implied Impregnation.

Snow. There always was a hell of a lot of it in the winter months on Patch, and it always snowed the most in January. The yearly blizzard, which they always suffered through, was upon them once again, only this time Qrow and Summer were on their own at the cabin as Tai and Raven had decided that taking their vacation in Mistral during the storm was for the best. It was, for them, but as Qrow stood out in the snow trying to unthaw his fingers from the heat of the woodstove before picking up another log and tossing it in to keep it going for a few more hours. He'd slipped once on the way out to the stove, filling the majority of his coat and pants with the cold white powder, which he blamed completely on his semblance, and would no doubt slip once again on the way back in. It was the universe's way of reminding him that he had worse luck than anyone else and that he shouldn't forget it.

His scroll buzzed as he closed the stove back up and locked it shut, pulling it out to check it but promptly dropping it into the drift beside him. He stared at it for a long moment before groaning and leaning down to pick it up. He had seen that it was Summer trying to get ahold of him and only got as far as reading that she was cold before he lost his grip, only now the damn thing wouldn't turn back on. He tried a few more times before giving up, pocketing the device before heading back down the crudely created path that lead from the cabin out to the stove. The snow was falling faster than Qrow cared to keep up with, and he would no doubt have to dig out the walkway once more on his way back out to refill it. The wind threw the door violently open and swept in the tall huntsman in with it, working against him as he turned back and struggled against the door to close it. He shook himself off, taking his coat off and realizing that he was soaked to the bone and really had no option other than changing to dry off.

"Hey, Short Stack!" Qrow called out as he headed down the hall towards his room which was further down than hers was. He stopped in front of her door and knocked but she never answered it, instead calling out from within.

"Yeah?!" She shouted back at him. He sighed. What else would he be asking about, he never answered the text after all.

"Message said you were cold?" Qrow stated.

"Yeah, I am," she replied. "Mind coming in for a minute?"

"Let me go get changed and get some hot cocoa, and then I'll be right back," he chuckled shaking his head.

"Okay!" She yelled out. There was a reason that they all saw her as the little sister of the group, the innocence, and naivety that she carried around with her was endearing and adorable, even if the word 'adorable' wasn't one that Qrow used often. He continued down to his room, stripping himself completely before pulling on a fresh pair of boxers and a pair of pants, examining his scroll and trying to determine the amount of damage that had been done. As far as he could tell it was still going to work, there only seemed to be a bit of wetness in the charging port from the snow and he decided that placing it in rice was probably his best course of action. He glanced up momentarily, noting Summer's reflection in the mirror in front of him and he turned to face her.

"What's…" Qrow's thought was stopped short as he took in as much of her as he could before wrenching his eyes away and shielding his face. Summer had shown up in his room wearing her white cape, but aside from that, there wasn't much else for Qrow to imagine. A red corset graced her lower torso, accompanied by a black lace push up bra and matching panties, the design on them doing absolutely nothing to obscure her nipples or slit from him. He felt himself blushing as he looked at the floor, glancing frantically towards her but refusing to make eye contact. "Summer… why aren't you dressed?"

"Am I not as attractive as those other girls?" Summer asked flatley. Qrow's nerves were rewired with confusion as he took another step back and shrugged awkwardly.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Summer," Qrow defended, honestly bewildered by the comment.

"Raven told me that you're always out sleeping with girls and that I should avoid doing the same with you because you're a womanizer," Summer explained. "Am I not as pretty as those girls?"

"Short Stack… Summer… you're… you look great…" Qrow stammered. "I mean… I don't know what Raven told you, but I haven't slept with anyone in months!" Summer took a step towards him and he moved back again defensively.

"Then why would she say that?" Summer asked, another step towards, another step away.

"To keep you away from me, obviously," Qrow exclaimed. Summer stopped and frowned, turning back towards the door.

"I…" She began. "Why am I always treated like a child? I'm just as old as the rest of you, you know! I want to go to parties, have sex, and drink, but you guys are always leaving me here and telling me to forget about those things."

"We're just trying to protect you, Sum," Qrow told her. He still refused to look at her. "I can talk to Raven and Tai if you want."

"What if I want you?" Summer questioned, walking towards him again. "I might not have as much experience as you, but I've seen videos online and…"

"Summer, please…" Qrow pled.

"What? Still think I'm a child?" She demanded.

"No," he sheepishly managed.

"Think I'm not attractive?" She thundered, closing the gap.

"It's not that!" He shouted. He removed his hand from his face, gripping her quickly and tightly by the left wrist.

"Qrow…" She gasped, not sure if she should be scared or excited.

"Since day one I've wanted to fuck you senseless, but I know how bad of an idea it is with my semblance!" Qrow declared. "So I put you in a box in my head, and I told myself not to touch it. I don't want to hurt you!" He let go of her wrist and glared at her for a long moment before she inched closer and kissed his lips, causing him to cave immediately. "Summer…"

"You won't hurt me," she stated, though it sounded desperate. "I promise you won't. Please Qrow. Please. I want to do this."

"Are you sure?" He questioned quietly, almost so quietly that she didn't even hear him say it. She looked longingly into his eyes. They were fearful. They were excited. They were hungry. She nodded, Qrow's body more than willing to break the agreement he had made with himself. "Okay…"

Summer wasted no time. Qrow couldn't possibly know how long she'd waited for this very moment but without hesitation one of her hands found his bulge, estimating his size as if reading braille as the other rested on his chest. She kissed him gently and tenderly at first, something that wouldn't last long as they discovered the other was just as eager as they were. Her lips were soft. Her aroma was intoxicating. Her body was warm. Qrow found himself aching with hunger and desperation.

Summer took the initiative and moved down his body, crouching in front of him as she unzipped his pants, understanding that kneeling would place her below the object of her desire. His member sprang out, mind reeling as Summer looked it over, examining it as if it was one of her newly constructed weapons. He started doubting their decision as she took her time admiring it, trying to calm himself as she finally looked back up at him.

"Are you ready?" She asked. He chuckled nervously.

"I mean…" he managed through his irregular breathing. "I can't really get much more ready than I am." She nodded, looking at the cock one final time before slowly reaching for it and wrapping her fingers around the base. It twitched, springing in her hand and she smiled happily, holding back an amused laugh. Her lips met the tip gently, she explored its entire length with tender kisses, looking up at him to make sure he was enjoying himself. Qrow has closed his eyes, trying to compose himself as his mind raced through his current predicament.

If it was anyone but Summer he wouldn't be nearly as on edge, but he'd imagined this moment, he fantasized about it for so long… and reality was more amazing than anything his thoughts had ever come up with. He breathed slowly. One misstep and his semblance would ruin everything, their romp had the potential to be over before it even got started. He met her eyes, they were playful as she continued her assault of kisses, making him laugh which made her happy. He ran his fingers through her short hair, in a constant state of disbelief.

Summer was ready to move on and took it upon herself to do so, pursing her lips together before forcing the head of his member into her mouth, earning a groan from the unexpecting Huntsman. He shuddered, exhaling erratically as he rested his hand on top of her head, her lips roaming further down before stopping at the halfway point of his shaft. She grasped his pants as she began bobbing back and forth, pulling them to his feet violently and forcing his balls out of his boxers so she'd have as much access as possible without having to stop.

Her mouth was warm and wet, her tongue clumsily slapping against his girth, trying anything and everything to try and get a rise out of him. She removed herself violently, gasping a little and smirking as she spit on his erection and let her hand do the work for a while, moving further down and suckling on his testicles. Qrow leaned his head back and took it in, feeling his heart racing and mind begin to clear. There was no way that she hadn't been someone else before. Watching videos was one thing, but she worked like an expert, not an amateur. But, maybe she was just a natural? Summer always had been good at everything that she tried.

"Am I doing okay?" She asked, just loudly enough for him to hear her.

"Fuck, Summer," was all that he got out before she placed his cock back in her mouth. She sucked hard on the head like a straw, her hand running up and down the length of his shaft, fingers dancing across his skin. He instinctively grabbed the back of her head, keeping her there as long as she'd allow him to. She gurgled contently, removing her hand and attempting to take his full length, only to find that it was more than she anticipated. She sputtered, removing it quickly and coughing before shaking her head and attempting again as if the same approach would yield a different result.

It didn't, but she ignored her need to gag, Qrow holding tightly to her head, mind-melting. How badly had she craved this that she'd go this far? If only he'd told her how he felt sooner… but he wasn't in the right mindset to think about the time they'd wasted. She pulled away again, working his sopping wet shaft effortlessly with her hand as she laughed to herself. Saliva stringed across her fingers, dripping from his cock and splattering onto the floor at their feet.

"I want it," Summer said sounding desperate. She stood, hand still working him over as she kissed his lips hungrily. "I need it. Please?"

"Of course," he replied hoarsely. She reached back and unclasped her bra with her free hand, gesturing with her body for Qrow to help remove it and he tossed it away once he'd freed it from her body. His mind was useless at this point, all of his thoughts fixated on the short Huntress's perky breasts. They were C cups easily, possibly even D, but he hardly cared about what size they were. He gently took them in his hands, cupping beneath them with his thumb and pointer where they formed on her body, lifting them for easier access. His tongue met right nipple and she nearly jumped out of her skin at the sensation, gripping his cock tightly as she was taken off guard before taking a deep breath. She smiled and laughed again, her free hand now holding the back of his head, hoping that he would never stop.

"Do you like them?" She asked. The question was rhetorical, his mouth spoke without words, teeth playfully tugging, pinching, eliciting pain before wiping it away with a flick of his tongue. She undid her cape, tossing it onto the floor near her bra, though she didn't really look, gasping and biting her lip as he teased her harder. Qrow lived for those unbridled moans that escaped her, growing rougher as she returned the favor, still stroking him as best she could despite the awkward angle. She chuckled, pulling herself away while leading him towards the bed by his manhood. He pulled away only for a moment, long enough for her to reposition the two of them, Qrow's back now to the bed.

She pushed him back, forcing him to sit and he took his cock into his own hands, continuing where she left off as she stepped but a foot away and looped her thumbs through the strings that held her panties to her waist. She pulled them down slowly, bending over so that Qrow knew exactly what he had to look forward to, the lacy material clinging to her moist pussy as she finally eased them away. Her mound was protruding and defined, something that Qrow had never actually seen in real life, but had often fantasized about. Her folds tried peeking out from the bulb's lips, he could see her juices dripping as she finished removing the thong and threw it away, her ass swaying to and fro as if he needed any more enticing.

"So, what were you thinking?" Qrow asked.

"I think you're fine right there," she told him as she spat into her hand and grabbed his member from him, standing beside the bed as she stroked him a few more times before lining it up. She slowly sat onto his lap, gasping and flinching as she managed to guide it in, only making it a third of the way on the first try. She lifted herself back up slowly, easing the rest of it in until he was fully enveloped within her tight walls, her chasm clinging tightly to every inch of him. She gyrated on top of him, welcoming an impromptu grunt from Qrow as he watched her butt wiggle to and fro on his stomach. He was really inside of her… oh gods, she felt amazing, but if he thought about it too much, he'd cum right then and there.

She began bouncing lightly, his sheathed member trying its hardest to reach deeper than before despite there being no more room to give between her thighs and his own. Her breathing was erratic, moaning and spasming with as much force as she crashed against him with. One of her hands tended to her own breasts as the other rubbed her clit, she'd never imagined that the real thing would feel this good and at this point, she was far less worried about duration as much as she was force. She never felt a craving like this. Her body ached with a heat that she couldn't comprehend, every inch of Qrow was within her and she wanted more, even though she knew it to be impossible. She tried speaking but nothing came out, empty exhalations followed by whimpers escaped her mouth on occasion, her body building up much slower than she would have cared for.

"Harder," she finally managed weakly. It was too weak for him to hear even, his hands had found her hips and he pulled her down hard with every descent that she made. He couldn't think about it. He couldn't think about how tight she was. He had to ignore how turned on he became when her ass met his skin again. He tuned out the beautiful cries of ecstasy that she'd begun releasing into the empty cabin. If his bad luck acted up… if this ended too soon… "Harder!" She demanded it this time. A cry for help. A command from her lips that Qrow intended to act on.

"Like this?" He asked. His arms made quick work of her request, one wrapping around her torso just under her breasts, pulling her back onto his body as he laid back, his other navigating her lower half and clumsily finding her clit. She somehow managed to bring her feet up onto the bed and prop herself up ever so slightly, giving Qrow room to work. His rigid member slammed in and out of her body with no hesitation and complete precision, friction seemed to be a thing of the past as his hips rocked forward and back at a breakneck pace, the heat in her body transforming into a burning with every complete thrust, his cock forced itself in even further and buried itself deep within her walls.

"Yes!" She screamed. Had anyone been there, there would have been no doubt as to what was happening, but in that empty cabin, Summer was free to empty her mind and lungs into the void, falling on nothing more than empty furniture, and Qrow's ears. "Yes! Just like that! Don't stop!" He had no intention of stopping, in fact, he wasn't sure he could have at that point if he wanted to. It was Summer. He was deeper inside of Summer than any other woman before, and possibly any other woman after. The way she moved against and with him. Her breathing, her screaming, her panting, her moaning… it was all for him. Her legs began to spasm as he drove further, lifting her body up with the force of his hips.

"Summer… I…" He grunted. Her pussy clenched around his throbbing manhood, unwilling to let go as her body trembled in orgasm, shrieking his name into the night.

"Yes! Qrow! Oh gods, yes!" She wailed. He'd given her release. It was his name on her lips. There was no more holding back. With one final, violent crash into her walls, he came, filling her chamber and womb with enough that it filled as much open space as was available and pushed back against him, even if it was imperceptible. His body was spent as she lay on top of him, her chest heaving as she tried to regain her wits. His now softened member slid out of her, allowing their liquids to seep out, running down her taint before dripping off of her and pooling in his pubic hair.

"Summer… I… I tried to say something…" He tried to apologize. Her arm wrapped around his head, she turned to face him and kissed him gently on the lips.

"I think we should do it again," she hummed peacefully, snuggling against his chest. He smirked and ran a hand through his hair.

"Maybe we should go shower first," he noted. She rolled over onto his chest and looked him in the eyes.

"Meet you there?"