The Warmth That Changed It All

by Raalm

Weiss has been under the rule of her father since her first memory but during a visit to a small coffee shop for lunch, she meets a blonde-haired beauty who may just help her change all that. (AU)

50. Chapter 50 - With Eyes on Them

Warning: Smut ahead.

Edited by ToxicExotic

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Rooster Teeth Productions

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Chapter 50 - With Eyes On Them

Weiss Schnee

Weiss was mostly ready for the date. Her make-up was perfect. Her outfit, a white dress that fell just short of mid thigh and decorated with white periwinkles, looked perfect despite her never having worn it before. She wore a bolero jacket over top, the sleeves falling only to her elbows. Covering her feet were a pair of slightly heeled boots of the same color as her dress. Though the outfit was pretty simple, it had an elegance to it that would be more than enough to get her into the place she was taking Yang. The most difficult part though, as always, had been her hair and scar. They were her two most recognisable features after all, and she couldn't count the amount of times people commented on both of them. To keep either would have made her extremely recognisable.

The scar had been simple. Though she no longer hid it from the world, her old practise of covering it up was easy enough to replicate. Her hair on the other hand, was the real pain; however, most of that had come from the fact that she was wearing a wig. As she tried to get it right, it had become clear that not all of her hair could be hidden without it looking rather weird, so she had settled for leaving some of it showing. Because of that, both blue and white hair swept across her shoulder blades twenty minutes later.

She looked in the reflection of the window as she waited for Yang and twisted around to inspect if anyone could recognise her. She still looked very much like herself, though that could have just been the bias of knowing, but it was likely not something that could be picked up unless someone really paid attention to her. She hoped the lack of scar and the shorter looking hair would throw most people off, but there was still one more part of her outfit that she needed to add. Thought that wouldn't happen until Yang came out.

Weiss was actually really excited about the day, and had been more than a little distracted all through her work. It was the first time they would technically be out in public where she would feel eyes on them. People wouldn't, or shouldn't know it was her, but to just take that step and have that moment was one Weiss felt was needed now. Though it wasn't going to be in the next week or two, it would not be long until they actually came out to the world; and when she did, the paparazzi, who had been a little quieter lately, would jump into overdrive and try and get a story where they could. Their public dates would become even more public by way of magazines, any kiss they shared would be on the cover, and while Weiss wouldn't care, she wanted to experience a peaceful date before all of that.

The sound of a door opening pulled her attention away from the window, though not before she saw a smile grace her face. Both her and Yang had refused to show each other what they were wearing, though Yang had done it because Weiss refused to tell her where she was taking them, so she was eager to see what the beautiful blonde has chosen. And as the girl appeared from the hallway, she was most certainly not disappointed.

Weiss remembered that as she arrived to pick the girl up for their second date that she had expected to see Yang in a suit. She wasn't sure why, as the girl was rather still rather feminine in many regards, but with how many shirts the boxer wore and how she often acted, it seemed like a logical conclusion to make. But she had been surprised that the woman had gone for a definitely female outfit that still had held a kind of reserved nature. This time however, she had completely foregone that.

Instead Yang stood before her in a beautiful, Yellow, Mistralian dress. The top of it was tight, every inch of the fabric clinging to her body and accentuating every curve. It was patterned with what seemed to be a storyboard of sunflowers rising to meet their namesake. The yellow gradated from a lemon yellow at the chest, to a pale cream colour over the stomach and long sleeves before once again darkening at the cuffs and into the dress. The lower portion was just as much a treat. The long, flowing fabric reaching just past the knees with a pattern of petals that looked to move in the wind as Yang shifted. A slit ran all the way up the right side of the dress to reveal plenty of leg, but stopped mid thigh so as to not show anything else.

"Don't suppose you've seen my beautiful girlfriend, have you?" Yang joked, earning an eye roll from Weiss. "So?" Yang asked with a grin and gave a twirl, the fabric swimming around her. "How's it look? Worth forcing me to spend your money?"

With a shake of her head, Weiss stepped away from the mirrored window and ran her hand along the smooth material. "You look incredible, as always."

"I know, just wanted the compliment." The blonde chuckled and lifted up a hand to touch Weiss hair. "You look beautiful too, though I have to say I still prefer your normal hair. And your scar."

"I know." Weiss said, happy that Yang had included the scar in her statement to show that she never wanted her to feel the need to hide it. "But unfortunately, this is a necessity for today. However, there is one more thing."

She saw a small look of confusion etch itself on Yang's face as she reached into her bag and pulled her glasses from their case and slipped them on. Yang stared at her for a second, then eyebrow slowly raised and her grin widened. "Now those?" She said seductively and pulled her closer by wrapping a hand around her waist. "Those I definitely missed."

"Well don't get used to them," Weiss chuckled as Yang's reaction was the same as the first time she had worn them. She wasn't really in need of glasses, but the optician had said she was a little short-sighted. "You know I hate them, but they complete the look."

"Mhm, or you're just trying to tease me?"

"Believe me," Weiss leaned up on tiptoes and pressed a short kiss against Yang's lips. "There are much better ways I can do that."

Yang's eyes were still closed as she pulled away and Weiss knew she wanted another. However, she knew they were already cutting it close, and Hazel was waiting for them downstairs, so she turned away from her girlfriend with a grin, and walked towards the elevators to press the button. She knew it would happen, but just as she pressed the button, Yang spun her around and backed her into the wall. A thrill ran through her as she loved when Yang acted in such a way. While the woman was acting on what she wanted, Weiss always felt safe as she knew the blonde would stop at the slightest word.

"I'm assuming you will do those later?" She grinned down.

Her sultry words caused Weiss to bite her lip and shrug. "I don't know. I quite like you in that dress, so it would be a real shame to take you out of it."

She saw it in Yang's eyes. Desire. Yang had teased her a couple of days prior, nearly bringing her to her knees, and then left her hanging. It was something Weiss had vowed to make her pay for, and she intended to honour that vow. So as Yang lowered herself to reinitiate the kiss, Weiss slipped out and into the elevator. While Yang recovered from the miss, she pressed the close door button and smirked at the blonde with a raised eyebrow as the door shut.

The next time Weiss saw Yang was when the brooding brute stepped out of the elevator on the ground floor. Out of sight of Yatsu, who had unfortunately recognised her, but said nothing, the woman pointed an accusing finger in her direction and Weiss felt a wide smile etch itself across her face. Laughing at the woman as Yang waved goodbye to Yatsu, Weiss led them outside to where Hazel was waiting. As she had requested, he has brought an inconspicuous car that wouldn't be recognised, and they both quickly slipped into the small back seat.

"You're really gonna tease me all night, huh?" Yang asked when the doors were closed.

"Maybe," Weiss replied smugly. "Depends how fun I fi…"

Before she could finish, Yang swooped in and pressed their lips together. Neither of them had to care about Hazel watching them, as neither were stupid enough to not think Hazel had been blind to their relationship, but the kiss was still short-lived. After only a couple of seconds, Yang pulled away and beamed at her.

"Guess I had to sneak one in before a night of torture then."

Chuckling to herself, Weiss leaned back in her chair and fastened her seat belt. Sliding her gaze towards Yang, she saw that she was grinning ear to ear, and found her excitement peaking once again. She was really about to spend the night out with Yang in public, and all it would take was a single command. So taking a deep breath, she smiled at the blonde and took her hand.

"Whenever you are ready, Hazel."

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Twenty minutes later, Weiss stepped out of the car with Yang quickly following behind. They were still a couple of streets away from their destination, but after Hazel pointed out some traffic up ahead, she decided that it would be nice for them to walk the rest of the way. Weiss had a small thought that popped into her head when she thought about the inconvenience, but if they were really going to enjoy themselves in public, then she wanted the full experience; and part of that was walking down the street holding her girlfriend's hand. It was a simple thing, but one she really wanted.

The dark street itself was rather quiet. Downtown Vale was normally always busy, but with it being Sunday, and half the shops that would usually still be open at 6pm being closed, people didn't have much reason to be out. There were still a few people however, people who were making their way to the few open stores or to a nightclub, but they seemed to pass without nary a glance in their direction. Feeling emboldened as it meant her disguise was working, Weiss leaned down to talk to Hazel through the window.

"Thank you for driving us, Hazel." She put as much gratitude into her voice as she could. "I know today was supposed to be your night off."

"It's fine." His voice was gruff, but Weiss could tell he really didn't mind. "Do you need me to pick you up afterwards?"

"No, thank you," Weiss replied with a shake of her head and a quick glance as the picture of a smirking, dark skinned girl with green hair on the dashboard. "I've pulled you away from your niece too much tonight as it is. We can take a taxi back."

"Alright," He said with a nod, starting the car up again. "Have a good night, Miss Schnee."

"Later, Hazel." Yang said with a wave that was returned before the car moved away. Once it was out of sight, Weiss turned back to the blonde and saw that she was still wearing the smile that had painted her face the entire car ride. "So, Beautiful, where we headed?"

A surge of adrenaline ran through her as the blonde held out a hand, and Weiss found she had to take a deep breath. Reaching out, she entwined her fingers with Yang's and waited for a moment. A part of her expected to see camera flashes, to hear whispers or the sudden barrage of questions, but there was none of that. No-one cared, and Weiss felt herself relax. She let herself feel what it was like to have Yang's warm hand in her own as people walked by, and let out a small sigh of happiness.

"You'll see." She grinned at the blonde as she began to walk towards their destination. It felt exhilarating to walk down the street like a normal couple. "Pretty sure you will like it."

"So long as it's with you, that's pretty much a certainty." The blonde grinned, but quickly turned her head with a slightly concerned look. "Unless it's a play, I always fall asleep during plays."

"You are safe," Weiss laughed at the admission. "It's not a play. But didn't you say Arslan was a drama student?"

"Oh she was. Used to bug the hell out of her that I couldn't stay awake."

"Hmm, and if you were to attend a recital I may or may not have in the future, would you fall asleep then?"

"I would staple my eyes open." Yang replied jokingly. "Besides, I stayed awake when you played that day I came over, and when you showed me the audio the other day."

"You mean when you stole my headphones?"

"My headphones… But yes."

Weiss shook her head as they turned a corner at the fact that Yang had indeed stole the headphones and forever claimed them as hers, something Weiss didn't mind at all as she owned another pair anyway. "So what a recital am I invited too?" The blonde asked.

"As much as I would love for you to be at the upcoming gala, I'm afraid none." She breathed.

"Shame. I'm pretty sure I could help woo this Ironwood guy." Yang chuckled. "You know… Bat my eyelids, turn on my charm, kick him in the nuts if he says no."

"And now I know to never invite you to a meeting," Weiss laughed and pressed the traffic light. "Besides, General Ironwood is a family friend… Kind of."

"What do you mean by kind of? Winter said he helped your mom when she asked?"

Weiss let out a low sigh as they waited for the light to turn red. Though she had only met the man a few times at parties her father had thrown, there really was a lot to tell about him.

"Well him and my father don't exactly see eye to eye on a lot of things. The General likes certain things to remain military use only, while my father prefers to make a profit. He is also a little… overzealous in his actions sometimes."

"In what way?"

"Well, while I do think he is a good man trying to do what he feels is best, I agree with the people of Atlas that the military's more firm involvement in the running of Atlas and Mantle has been a little excessive."

"Oh yeah… Aren't they technically under martial law?"

The light finally turned red and she let out a sigh as they crossed. It was one of the few reservations that still remained about Winter being in the military, that she might be part of what many consider to be an almost oppressive rule. The people still had their freedom and their right to vote, but at the same time, the entire kingdom also had a mandatory curfew.

"Not quite," Weiss explained. "The country still adheres to council law instead of military, and quite a lot of the stories are quite overblown, but they have introduced a few more stringent rules in recent years. And not... everyone... is treated in the best of ways."

"You mean the Faunus?" It was hard not to hear the exasperation in her girlfriend's voice.

"Atlas' Faunus Registry is a bit more extreme than Vale's. All Faunus must register, not just those who were, or are, active in the White Fang. Failure to register your trait has a rather large fine, or even jail time."

"And I thought Ilia had it rough with the registry here. I always knew it was kinda rough there for Faunus, but not that rough." Yang breathed and Weiss moved a little closer. "I thought you said he's a good guy?"

"He is," Weiss reaffirmed her girlfriend. "I don't agree with his registry, or the way he's enforced it, but the extreme side of the White Fang has done a lot to Atlas over the years. He is trying to keep people safe, but I do agree he is going a little too far to do it."

"Still sucks that innocent Faunus are being punished."

"I agree."

Both of them were silent for a minute, Yang mulling over what she had just learned while Weiss let her. She knew how the blonde felt about the mistreatment of Faunus and hoped she hadn't spoiled the mood by bringing it up. Thankfully after the minute passed, Yang gave her a soft smile that Weiss happily returned. They were almost nearing their destination anyway and she couldn't wait to see Yang's reaction.

"Well, at least he isn't tagging them," Yang shuddered, a reaction Weiss shared as she too remembered how Faunus used to be treated in Atlas before the Faunus War. "So how's the prep for your meeting with him going?"

"Pretty well," she replied, glad that Yang had moved them on from that topic. "Dr Polendina and I are still going over a lot of things, and I'm still struggling to get the latter half of the piece I will be playing right, but I should be ready by Thursday."

"But I'm guessing that means you won't be around much?" Yang asked, clearly knowing the answer already.

"Sorry, it's likely that I won't be around at all this week," she replied regretfully.

She really had enjoyed being able to visit Yang almost every day for the past week, and the increased time had led to her feeling much more relaxed and focused at work. Yang also had no issue with her studying or working while she was there, and was more than happy to just watch the television while Weiss cuddled up against her with some coursework.

"It's fine," Yang shrugged with a smile, the humour in her voice telling Weiss that it really was fine. "I like that you put work first, and wouldn't have it any other way. However… maybe as a reward for being so understanding, you'll tell me where we're going?"

"I could…" Weiss hummed playfully. "...Or you could wait thirty more seconds and see for yourself." The blonde squinted at her before rolling her eyes and giving an accepting shrug.

Sure enough, roughly thirty seconds later they rounded a corner and their destination came into view. Though the building itself wasn't especially big, there were quite a few people queuing before it. Most of the face was glass through which bright light poured out, light that was only amplified by the white walls within the building. Even though it was still a little bit of a walk, no more than a minute or two, Weiss could see the misshapen statues and paintings, that cluttered the walls and floor, through the windows. The inside wasn't too busy, and that was because Weiss knew only a certain amount were allowed into the showcase at a time.

She looked to her side and saw Yang eyeing the building, her eyes confused for a moment before widening. Weiss couldn't suppress her chuckle as the lilac orbs filled with excitement and Yang's hand tightened on her own.

"No! Way?" She grinned, happiness filling her voice. "The postmodern art showcase? I've heard horror stories!"

"I saw it last year," Weiss laughed, knowing exactly why Yang had heard such things. "The stories are true. Figured it would give you a laugh tonight."

"Oh I can't wait. I mean…" Yang coughed and put on a voice so overly artsy that Weiss couldn't help but laugh a little harder. "As an artist, I don't usually judge art by the standards of what society accepts as beautiful," A wide grin crossed her face and her voice returned to normal. "But like… beauty being in the eye of the beholder has its limits. Some stuff is just shit."

"They are pretty b…"

"Nonono! Like actual shit. An artist sold their turds in a can for a hundred thousand."

"How lovely," Weiss groaned, though she was happy to see the smile on Yang's face.

"And I kid you not, there's a museum in Mistral that's for what they call 'non-art,'" the blonde laughed. "It's just blank walls and they tell you the art is there and that you can buy it."

"And I thought my father was exploitative," She grinned.

"Gods, this is gonna be awesome!"

If there was ever a doubt about having brought Yang to mock some art, then that little outburst had squashed it. Admittedly Weiss would have loved to take her to a more fancy place, like another trip to the Beacon's museum or somewhere of the like, but with it being Sunday, even the name Schnee would do nothing to get them into a building with no employees. Thankfully she had remembered the showcase a couple of days prior, and figured it could at least be something fun for a day out.

As they finally approached the building, which was mostly a standard size two story building with a little more length than the others surrounding it, she felt Yang aim for the queue and pulled her away. Her name may not be able to get her into places that were already closed, but it was more than enough for them to skip the line. Reaching into her small clutch bag as they approached the bouncer, Weiss pulled out a blue letter and held it up, the man quickly moving aside to allow them entry.

"You really have this whole night planned out, huh?" Yang's voice was full of excitement as the usher opened the door for them and let them into the brightly lit room. "I'm guessing you aren't going to tell me what we are doing after this either?"

"How do you know this isn't all I have planned?" Weiss asked facetiously, letting a smug look take over her face. Yang most certainly was right that she had a little more of the night planned, but the blonde was also right in that Weiss wouldn't tell her everything.

"You really think I'm not gonna get kicked out of here in like… thirty minutes for laughing my ass off?" Yang asked, and pointed to something that quite honestly looks like a bunch of randomly connecting blue lines on a black canvas. "Like look at that. What even is it?"

"I don't know," she chuckled and moved closer to hook arm arm through Yang's since they were in a tighter space. Once again, she felt exhilarated to be so openly affectionate while surrounded by people. "Streaks of day on a night sky?"

"Actually…" A condescending voice from behind them said and Weiss turned to see a woman with long, dark red hair wearing a blue shirt and brown skirt. Her olive eyes scowled at Yang before turning to her. " … the blue represents the random connections of humanity, and the white shows how we become less colourful as we get further apart. At least you took a guess though, unlike your friend... who clearly doesn't understand art."

Weiss saw Yang's face crack into a smirk out of the corner of her eyes as the blonde turned to look at the painting again. So that they could move on before Yang could burst out laughing, something she was clearly about to do, Weiss gave the woman a pleasant smile.

"Yes, well my girlfriend..." A rush went through her at being able to use the word so easily. "… here struggles to find the beauty in most things that are outside of a boxing ring." She had to suppress a grin of her own at that lie as she knew Yang could probably draw something leagues better than that in a couple of seconds.

"I find you beautiful," Yang grinned and stuck out her tongue.

Clearly the woman saw that Yang was unapologetic for her remark and turned on a heel to stalk away, leaving them chuckling to themselves. Turning her attention to whatever Yang was inspecting on the painting, she leaned it for a closer look. Though she liked art, she wasn't quite sure what she was looking at so cast a sideways glance at the blonde, catching her eye and earning a smile.

Yang reached out a hand and indicated to one of the blue lines. "They're all done with one stroke." She said amusedly, her hand motioning to the middle of one of the lines that was apparently supposed to be white. "She didn't even use an ombré effect to blend in a white, just eased up on the pressure. This thing took five minutes, at most."

Yang shook her head and stood up straight. With one last disapproving look at the scribbles, both of them moved on to the next one. It was just as bad as the first, but the next was worse, just a random assortment of things jammed into a figure that was supposed to reflect societies wasteful nature but just looked hideous. With each one they passed, Yang would comment and explain what made it low effort.

On the sculpture it was the copious amount of glue used to stick it together that completely defeated the message, on one painting it was the clear attempt at something real that had been brushed over for a grotesque drawing of a man's distorted face. There was one that she pointed out had promise, but was too unfocused to represent anything. As they went through the exhibition hall, Weiss actually saw the woman throw a disdainful look at one piece.

The piece itself was stupid and looked like someone had tried to replicate an actual painting and purposely made it ugly, but it was Yang's reaction, which had previously been humorous, that made Weiss ask what was so wrong about it.

"It's mocking actual art," Yang sighed and shook her head as she pulled her away from it. "I know the piece it's copying, and it's actually really well done and thought provoking. The artist actually understood art, and whoever drew that knew what they were doing. It's a brilliant example of why I hate most postmodernism pieces. Some pieces are really well done and touch on actual serious subjects, but most are just either failed projects, attempts to be unique, or attempts to tear things down."

"Is that why you are so happy to criticize it?" Weiss asked, having seen first hand that Yang really enjoyed calling every piece out for what it was. Not that Weiss had disagreed on any of her assessments so far.

Yang gave a small nod of her head as they arrived at another sculpture that actually didn't look too bad, though Yang gave it a non-committal shrug. "That, and the fact that everyone who has a piece here will be leaving with a couple thousand Lien. Art is hard to break into, and getting by on it is tough. I have friends at college who have tried for years to be recognised, and they are some really talented sketchers and animators, but they get nothing. Almost every person here spent less than a day on something that they know they can convince some poor rich guy into paying for. This isn't an art showcase, it's a scam."

Weiss looked at her girlfriend and saw disappointment in her lilac eyes. It was rare that she heard Yang go into the finer points of art, as she usually said it's all too different to really comment on, but she knew it was something the blonde cared about. She knew she really shouldn't have, but during her wait for the blonde a couple of days prior, Weiss had peeked into the sketchbook Yang had shown her before. The memory of what she had seen moments before being shown the tattoo had come on strong, and she hadn't been able to resist the temptation. In truth, a part of her wished she had resisted.

What she had seen was horrible. Nightmarish depictions of the sea with horrors crawling out of it that made her skin crawl, saddening pictures that spoke of loss and made her heart ache. Almost every drawing in that notepad felt like seeing every horrible thing Yang felt growing up, but there were a few that made her smile. There was one of a dragon protecting a garden of roses from a war that raged around it, the picture meant all the more as Yang had once told her about Ruby and Blake calling her as such. Another that made her smile was a drawing of a girl surrounded by darkness, but for some reason it felt comforting. The darkness wasn't drawn like Yang had drawn the sea, there were no harsh lines or small rips in the paper; Instead it was lovingly shaded and two arms wrapped around the girl's shoulder. If Weiss had to guess, she would say it showed how Blake had helped her, but she wouldn't be surprised if she was wrong there.

Having seen the diary, having seen just how much Yang had poured into her art, it was easy to see why she hated art being mocked. "Was bringing you here a bad thing?"

"Huh?" Yang replied and her head turned to stare down at her. After a second in which confusion tinted her eyes, she gave a soft smile. "Oh! No. Sorry." She, her eyes lighting up again. "Most of the pieces here are so blatantly emotionless that I don't care about them. Just that one that annoys me."

"Hmm," Weiss hummed as she raised a hand to her chin. "It would probably just give them the money they want, but I would be more than happy to buy it just so you can destroy it?"

"Pfft!" The scoff earned a short look from one of the other attendees. "Don't waste your money. I would rather take the odds of them getting none than you paying for me to turn it into kindling."

"Up to you," Weiss chuckled, resting her head against Yang arm as they continued to walk among the travesties.

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Yang's prediction of thirty minutes had been almost accurate. They had actually lasted forty-five minutes before leaving on their own accord due to the act of ridiculing the atrocities, that the place called art, getting stale. Weiss hadn't really expected them to stay there long anyway, mostly she had planned for it to be just a fun small outing, and after seeing Yang's eye constantly drifting to the offensive piece, her desire to stay had reduced even more. The place Weiss really wanted to spend the night with Yang was up next.

The street was much quieter than when they had arrived at the art exhibit, the people either having found a place to settle down for the night, or they had given up and gone home. Even the cars that had previously offered some light were gone, leaving the roads empty. Though normally walking with only the faint glow of the old lamppost would have made Weiss uneasy, with Yang at her side, all she felt was safety. Her confidence in Yang to handle anything someone may try to start was absolute, as she had seen first hand just how dangerous the woman could be in a fight.

However, as there was no-one actually around to start anything, Weiss could allow herself to relax and sink into her girlfriend while the blonde talked about her upcoming classes. Even though Yang clearly wasn't the most fond of education, it was clear she was excited to start up a few of her classes again.

"... not really sure what I want to do this year," The woman ended with a small shrug. "I could focus on boxing, or I could try to get a place in a restaurant for some hands on experience."

"You did boxing last year, right?"

"Yeah," Yang replied with a grin. "I mean, I won most of my fights and I loved doing it, but I love cooking too. But it's kinda hard to get a position while still in college, and I would miss working with Blake."

"You would have to leave the café at some point," Weiss reasoned. "Especially if you want to open your own restaurant, like you said."

"I know," the blonde agreed with a small shrug. "It's just… We don't really have many classes together and she's been helping Ilia at the meetings a lot more, and when she isn't, she's been spending time with Sun. Between that and all the time we spend together, which I love, work is really the only place I get to spend time with her these days."

"And that would change if you did boxing?"

"She usually hangs out and reads while I practise. She can't exactly do that if I'm working in a kitchen."

"True," Weiss admitted and altered their path to take another street. "So maybe you should talk to Blake about it?"

"Nahh," Yang chuckled, though Weiss a small bit of dismissal in the word. "I'm just being a little more needy, I guess. I'll still see her, just, it not being as much is what makes me feel weird."

Weiss looked up at her girlfriend and saw some doubt in her eyes. She knew just how it felt to know you wouldn't be seeing someone as much as she herself had struggled with it when Winter left, but she knew now that it was inevitable. She also knew that Blake and Yang would likely stop working together eventually. Yang wanted her own restaurant, and Blake technically already owned her own place, so the two were always going to go their separate ways.

"Well," Weiss said slowly, determined to cheer up the blonde as she figured Yang was likely thinking all of that too. "I know it's not the same, and that I'm not Blake, but after this Thursday, I will be able to come around more once again."

"Hmmm," Yang replied thoughtfully. She raised her free hand to her chin to stroke an imaginary beard. "A best friend I have to blackmail into hugging me, or a girlfriend who will wait for me to get home while wearing nothing but a shirt and socks. I wonder which is more comforting?"

Weiss rolled her eyes and bumped against the brutes shoulder. Had there been anyone around, she would have been a blushing mess, but since they were alone, she simply let out a short laugh. As the memory came back to the forefront of her mind, she slowed her pace until she stopped, and while It took Yang a couple more steps to realise they were no longer walking together, she too eventually came to a stop and turned to see what was up. With a smile on her lips, Weiss stepped forward and wrapped a hand around the woman's waist.

Looking up into the beautiful lilac orbs had to be one of her favourite sights in the whole world. She had never seen them as anything but warm. Sad? anxious? Distressed? Certainly; but always warm. They captivated her and never failed to make her stomach do a happy flip, and when Yang smiled, it was like nothing could ever be wrong. It was one of the main reasons she loved being so close to her, pressing against her body and craning her neck back just slightly due to the height, because she knew Yang would always return the embrace and look down at her with the wondrous eyes.

However, as much as she loved those eyes, she loved kissing her more. So leaning up onto her toes, she saw Yang lean down until their lips pressed together. It wasn't heated, but it was certainly passionate. The fact they were kissing in the middle of the street was more than enough for Weiss' heart to soar, even if there was no-one around to see them. The warmth of Yang's lips was all the rest she needed to let out a soft hum. It really was intoxicating, and she never really knew how much time passed during each kiss, but she never really cared. A hand placed itself on the square of her back, but just as the other went to wrap around the back of her neck, a loud shout interrupted them.

"THINK SHE WANTS TO GO HOME ALREADY, BLONDIE!"

Both of them split apart, and both of them giggled. Falling back to her heels and resting her head against Yang's chest, she turned in time to see the arm that was about to embrace her stretch out to give the couple on the other side of the road the middle finger. Just as she and Yang had, the two laughed and threw a thumbs up before turning the corner out of sight. Once they were gone, the hand finally did wrap around her shoulders and Yang let out another chuckle.

"Yang."

"Mmm?"

"I think…" Weiss paused and let out a happy sigh. "I think you should focus on trying to get into a restaurant. You said it's your dream, and I don't think you should hold off on going for it because you will see less of a friend that you will have for the rest of your life."

"Maybe you're right," Yang sighed herself. "I will think about it. Gonna suck to leave Blake's shop though if I do find somewhere."

"I know," Weiss whispered and pulled back to place a hand on the blonde's cheek. "But I'm sure Blake would fire you the second she knew you were trying to get something else so that you don't feel held back. She would want you to go for it too."

Yang looked down at her for a couple of seconds, thoughts rushing across her eyes before nodding. She took it as a sign that the woman really would think about it and finally pulled away, her hand taking Yang's back. "Anyway, speaking of restaurants, I think it is time that we get something to eat."

"Oh thank god!" Yang groaned in relief and leaned back slightly. "I'm so hungry."

Laughing at the exaggerated gesture, Weiss shook her head and led the blonde to their next destination. Thankfully it wasn't too far away, as Weiss really was quite hungry too.

Ten minutes later, Weiss tapped on a plain looking door set into a plan looking building. There were no windows, no signifiers that the door even led to anything, except a small, unlit sign that read 'Greenville' attached to the wall. She leaned her head against Yang's shoulder as she waited, and after a couple of seconds, the slider at the top opened and a pair of eyes looked out at them. Digging into her purse, she pulled out a green card and held it up so he could see it. After a quick look, the man shut the slider and they heard a bolt open on the other side.

"Because that isn't ominous," Yang grinned, her tone excited as she mimicked what Weiss remembered having said when she was first led up to Blake's apartment. "How many access cards do you have in that bag anyway?"

"More than a card shop, less than a factory," Weiss laughed facetiously as they waited. "Though my ID is normally enough to get me into most places."

"Oooo, Miss Schnee," Yang cooed teasingly. "How powerful you are."

She rolled her eyes and nudged the already grinning blonde as the door was pulled open. What greeted them was a rather plain hallway, its walls painted a dark green while the carpet was a light grey. Weiss knew it was all a facade for what lay beyond the door ahead of them, but she kept her face straight to as to not ruin the surprise. The man stood aside as they crossed the threshold, and Weiss pulled the skeptical blonde along to the door at the end. Once she was outside, she waited for the bouncer to press a button on his desk to unlock it. Once she heard the telltale buzz, she gave Yang a quick glance and pulled them through the door.

The room they had walked into couldn't be more different to the outside hallway. The immediate change was that the moment the door was cracked open, smooth jazz flowed out to greet them. The sound was pleasant and played to relax. The room itself was actually a lavish lounge.

Dark green walls surrounded the room, each one decorated with paintings and silver light. The floor was made of chocolate brown wood that blended beautifully with the mahogany tables, some of which were surrounded by two chairs, while other, larger ones were set in front of green couches attached to the wall. Quite a number of each were occupied by men and women who had likely finished work for the day. At one end of the room was a bar, filled with all manner of expensive spirits and even standard beers, and to the right of it was the band who filled the room with music. The entire place screamed decadence.

"What! The! Hell?" Yang breathed, looking around the room in shock. "What is this place?"

"This…" Weiss smiled, happy that the surprise had paid off. "... Is Greenville. They have a few locations around Vale. All hidden of course."

"Yeah… You're gonna have to explain to me why that is?" Grinned the blonde.

"Well," She chuckled and pulled her girlfriend through the tables to a free couch. "While being rich comes with a lot of benefits, privacy is not one of them. With the paparazzi, store owners who want things from us, twitter," Weiss couldn't hide her hate of that damn platform. "Having a night of peace outside of our home is a rather difficult thing to do. So that's why these places exist. The employees respect our privacy and get paid well for it, the rich get to have some fun without being harassed. Everyone wins."

"Honestly, sounds a little pretentious," Yang shrugged with a grin.

Weiss let out a small laugh as the finally reached the table and sat down. "I suppose it is. But when we reveal our relationship, you may find yourself seeking a place like this."

"And you would give me your card?"

"No, I would get you your own," Weiss replied with a smirk.

"Well, as pretentious as it is," Yang hummed as she looked around and put an arm around her shoulders. "I could maybe get use… Oh my gods, is that Spruce Willis."

Weiss grabbed Yang's as it raised and put it back down as she muttered an apology to the man who had looked over at them. There were actually a few well known names hovering around the bar and the tables. Spruce Willis, the famous action star. Alicia Sky, a famous author. A few well known businessmen from Vale. She even recognised the man from the film Yang had shown her during their last actual date, Cyan Reynolds. She gave the blonde a sharp look as she had just said people came there for privacy, and Yang's eyes widened slightly and she put a finger to her mouth, the childish action dragging a chuckle from her throat.

"Sooooooo…" Yang smiled, choosing to move on from her slip up by picking up the menu that sat on the table. "You said this place serves food?"

She gave a nod and leaned in a little closer to skim over the menu as well. Quite a bit of what was on the list were light meals such as salads and easy pasta dishes, but with a lot of rich people actually enjoying eating bad food too, they had a couple of other options too. Yang seemed to mull over it much longer than Weiss did, but after almost five minutes, she finally put down the menu.

"Finally decided?" Weiss grinned at her.

"Hey, I'm a chef and this place is probably super expensive so I wanna get the best thing I can," the blonde replied with a laugh. "So how do we order here?"

"You know you can eat here for breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the rest of your life, right?"

Weiss motioned to Yang's side of the table. where she knew there would be a button, and the beaming boxer looked to see what was down there. Her eyes rolled as she saw what Weiss was motioning too. "Rich people really hate having to actually do stuff, huh?"

"We do enough at work, so yes," Weiss chuckled. "It's why I always have you cook."

"And I'm happy to do it," The blonde pressed the button and turned to face her with an exceptionally wide smile. "For the rest of our lives apparently."

Yang stuck out her tongue and Weiss rolled her eyes while blushing. They had said it a bunch of times already in passing, but never truly addressed it. Staring into the lilac eyes again, she placed a quick kiss on Yang's lips before pulling away to return the grin. "That is what I intend for, yes!"

"Me too."

Before Weiss could steal another kiss, the waiter appeared with a notepad. Each of them gave him their order, Yang choosing a burger and fries while Weiss went for a simple chicken and bacon pasta salad. After Yang heard her order though, she let out a soft "Ooo," and politely asked the waiter to put some bacon on her burger too. Once he gave a nod, they ordered some water and Weiss slipped him a note with a pre-written request. With the order given, he gave yet another nod and walked away.

"What was that?" Yang gazed suspiciously at her.

Weiss simply shrugged and placed her bag aside as she shrugged off her jacket. "I have no idea what you are talking about." She hummed playfully, though actually a little cautious about what she had ordered.

"Mhm." Yang's reply was full of skepticism, but the joyous look painted her pretty feature again as she pulled her closer. "You know there's a pun-ishment for keeping Schnee-crets, right?"

"Oh gods," Weiss groaned, playfully hiding that she actually loved Yang's lame attempts at humour. "Yang on while I go and find you a better sense of humour."

"Okay, that one was just terrible," Yang laughed and kissed the top of her head. "But I love ya for trying to keep up."

She closed her eyes at the words and let out a deep sigh. It didn't matter how often she heard them, she still always felt lucky, even more so since they had just been said in a room full of people. Before she could enjoy it for too long though, the waiter returned holding two glasses; each filled with a clear, beige substance. She immediately felt Yang stiffen as the champagne was placed on the table, not even noticing as the man walked away.

She looked tentatively up as her girlfriend and saw her lilac eyes locked onto the drink. She knew Yang hadn't been drinking, and she knew why; but she also knew Yang liked to drink. Weiss had talked to Blake about it and then had revealed that, while she did get drunk whenever they went out, Yang was a responsible drinker. She very rarely went all out and was always able to walk at the end of the night.

She also knew that alcohol was one of the things getting between Yang and Tai, as the woman had become a little worried she might end up like that and repeating his mistakes. If they ever wanted to fix that fissure, Yang needed to move past that, and Weiss really wanted to help her.

"Weiss…"

"I know," Weiss cut her off, wanting to explain herself first. "You don't have to drink it, that's why I didn't order a bottle." She reached out and pushed the glasses away from them to the edge of the table. "But, us being out like this is one of those things I would usually celebrate with a drink. So if you want to join me later, you can. If not, then you don't have to."

Yang's face was hard to read for a moment, but after a minute the blonde turned away from it and Weiss took that as the answer. So she nodded and nestled into the blonde's shoulder. She knew Yang was still thinking about it, so pressed her lips against the woman's cheek. "No pressure, Okay?" She whispered.

"I know," Yang hummed understandingly before letting out a frustrated sigh and squeezing her a little tighter into the sidelong hug. "Anyway, how long does the food usually take?"

"About fifteen minutes. Shouldn't be too long for what we ordered."

"Good, 'cause I really am hungry."

"Aren't you always hungry?" Weiss joked.

Having visited Yang more over the last week, she had seen just how much the woman ate. It wasn't uncommon to walk in and see her girlfriend eating one of those horrible instant ramen meals, or just some random junk food. It was also part of the reason she had ordered Yang to use her card to buy some actual food.

"Hey, gotta eat a lot to maintain this figure you love so much," Yang said and Weiss could imagine the grin on the brawler's face.

"Hmm, then it is a good thing you might be working in a restaurant soon then," she jabbed in return.

"Wow, would you even still love me if I didn't have such a great body?" Yang laughed.

"Without a doubt." She replied instantly, making sure Yang could hear how serious she was despite the fact she was chuckling too. "Your body is just a bonus to me."

"Mh-m."

She felt Yang's hum catch in her throat as her lips pressed against the blonde's neck. The words that might have been said turned to a pleasured sigh, and Weiss felt a playful smile pull at her lips as she pulled back. She had been having so much fun just talking and walking around with Yang that she had forgotten her promise to get revenge for what had been done last time they were together.

"Anyway…" Yang coughed, clearly trying to ignore the teasing. "... I don't even know if that's what I'm doing yet. Feels weird to know Ruby has more figured out than me this year."

"I stopped by the store yesterday and Blake said she's decided to go for Beacon?"

"Yeah, also told me she doesn't want my help with it," Yang breathed as Weiss pressed her lips against the skin again. "She's been trying to prove a lot lately."

She knew Yang liked to do things for her sister, and knowing she was likely a little bummed that Ruby had declined help, Weiss pulled back and looked her girlfriend in the eye. "She probably just wants to earn this alone, so that you don't have to worry about her when she moves out for college."

"I guess, but I'm gunna worry anyway." Yang replied, and pulled her into a short lived kiss that sent tingles through Weiss body. "But keep teasing me like that, and I will be taking you to that bathroom over there before we ever get back to the apartment."

Weiss giggled and bit her lip as she raised an eyebrow. "You wouldn't?" She asked, though genuinely would not be surprised.

"Wouldn't be the first time," Yang smirked seductively, the husky sound of her voice sending shivers through her body. "So don't tempt me."

"Hmm," Weiss kissed her again and brushed her fingers along the woman's cheek. "Unfortunately for you, I don't do public stuff."

"Coulda fooled me with how you're munching on my neck," Yang replied and stuck out her tongue. "Or are you just that hungry? 'Cause we could leave right now."

Weiss rolled her eyes and let out a loud laugh as Yang wiggled her eyebrows to make the innuendo even more obvious. On her peripheral, she noticed a couple of people looking curiously in their direction, but happily ignored them. Though she would likely be doing business with a few of them in the future, the only person she cared about in the room currently, was the blonde that she was leaning comfortably against.

That was how they sat for the next twenty minutes, cuddled up to each other on the couch under the soft lamplight. Yang cracked her usual jokes and innuendos, while Weiss talked about work and teased her occasionally. It was nice to simply relax in such a way after a long week at work, and she knew that there would be nothing that could stop her from spending the day with her girlfriend again after her meeting with Ironwood. However, the food finally arrived and Weiss heard Yang's stomach rumble as the girl sat up with an eager groan.

"Sorry for the wait." Both of them waved the apology away as the man set the food and a pitcher of iced water on the table while being careful to avoid the champagne glasses, which were still full. "Enjoy your food." He said politely with a low bow before walking away.

Yang quickly set about organising the food, placing Weiss' plate in front of her first before reaching for her own. She also poured them both a glass of water, and took a sip immediately; though Weiss noticed the woman's eyes darted towards the champagne. A guilty pang went through her at that look, but Weiss shook it away as she knew Yang couldn't be scared of it forever. To distract the blonde, she reached out and stole a fry from her plate and the eyebrow that was raised in return was immediate.

"Oh really? That's how it's gonna be?"

"Maybe," Weiss shrugged with a grin and bit into it to find that, despite preferring lighter things, the fry actually tasted rather good. "You can have some of mine in return."

Yang inspected the salad and upturned her nose. "No thank you," She scoffed and pulled a piece of bacon from her burger. "I'm trying to bulk a little, not turn into a matchstick."

It was Weiss' turn to raise a scornful eyebrow at what Yang had just called her, but she quickly saw the smirk on the woman's face, and realised she was just trying to get a rise out of her. Not wanting to play into whatever game the blonde has planned, as she suspected it wouldn't go well for her, she simply stuck out her tongue and started her meal.

---

"Oh my Oum! That was so good!" Weiss watched Yang push the empty dessert plate away and wipe her mouth free of chocolate with one of the napkins.

"You can order another if you want?" She asked and pushed her own plate away even though there was still some left on it. After having stolen half of Yang's fries, she'd found herself full before finishing her own dessert.

"I really shouldn't." Yang laughed and took a sip of water. "I'm trying to build up some bulk, not get fat."

"Strange, I've been thinking that was your intention all week."

"WOW!"

Weiss couldn't help but laugh at the exaggerated reaction as Yang crossed her arms and put out her bottom lip. "Well, that is what you get for calling me a matchstick."

"I meant that in a good way," The blonde scowled and moved away as Weiss went in for a kiss. "Nope." She said playfully.

Weiss tried to a few more times, but each time Yang moved away with a smile that grew wider with each dodge, a smile that was also painted on her own face. After the first dodge however, Weiss gave up and pulled herself away from the blonde and off of the couch. That finally elicited a reaction from the pouting brawling and Weiss felt a hand try to pull her back, but before the fingers could close around her own, Weiss slipped hers free and flashed her a playful look.

The last thing she saw before walking away with a flick of her hair, that was much more effective when she wasn't wearing a wig, was Yang place her elbow on the table and resting her chin on her hand; her bottom lip was captured with her teeth and her eyes held curiosity. Shaking her head as she made her way towards the band, she let out a deep breath. The night had been perfect so far. They had talked, they'd laughed, they had eaten and kissed; all while among the prying eyes of the public. She had genuinely loved every moment of the night out, so she could hardly suppress her smile when she gave the band her instructions, to which they gave a polite nod.

Yang grinned as she walked back to her, the wide, toothy smile making her heart flutter a little. The beautiful lilac eyes were scanning her up and down, and Weiss rolled her eyes playfully. "You know, I dunno if I like watching you walk away more, or watching you walk back. They're both fantastic views."

"Well let me know when you decide, and I will be sure to do the other." She responded jokingly and held out her hand. "Come with me."

"Such a tease," Yang laughed and happily took the hand. "Where are we going now? Bathrooms?"

Weiss couldn't stop the snort that escaped her, but easily pulled her girlfriend to her feet. She carefully led the girl through the tables to the back of the room where there was a little more space, not much more space, but enough for what she wanted to do. The moment they entered it, the band did as she asked and the music slowed, the fun jazz becoming slower and more gentle. Weiss turned around and looked at her girlfriend as realisation passed over the woman's eyes and her face split into a grin.

She let Yang pull her close, the smell of her perfume filling her nostrils, and raised her hands to wrap around the back of Yang's neck, more than happy to let the blonde lead the dance.

"I would prefer we had our first after we came out…"

"Heard that before…"

"But…" Weiss cut off the smiling jokester with a sharp look, though inside she was laughing. "... I honestly can't think of a better way to end this outing."

"You enjoyed the night then?" Yang laughed, her arms quickly came to rest around her waist and they began to gently sway in place.

"I enjoy every night with you, but yes." Weiss breathed, closing her eyes and resting her head on the woman's warm shoulder. "Now shut up so I can enjoy this."

After a soft chuckle, Yang fell silent and they began to slowly rotate. Weiss was aware of the eyes on them as it was unusual for such a thing to occur, but she didn't care. As Yang's head fell against hers, she let out a happy sigh and stepped a little closer, the blonde's hands entwining behind her to pull her into an embrace. She wasn't quite sure how long they danced for, but it was by far the happiest she had felt in a long time.

She had always loved dancing. She remembered her grandfather had taught her by resting her on his shoes and prancing her around the room. She was tiny at the time and none of it had sunk in, but it was a memory of him that she cherished, and it had caused her to want to learn as she grew up. That want, had made the lessons her father made her take, so as to not embarrass him at galas, one of the easier orders of his to follow; but even then, she had worried that those lessons would only ever be used at such events. So to be able to use it for something that made her heart swell with love was something she was extremely grateful for.

"I like this." Yang's words were said in a low whisper to guarantee that only she heard them, and held a sincerity that made Weiss smile with joy. "No pressure, no hiding. Just us. It feels so simple."

Weiss felt a thumb stroking her back and let out a content hum. "Me too. I wish this could be everyday."

"It will be one day. We'll make sure of that."

Weiss nodded and felt Yang's head move. Without even opening her eyes, she knew what the woman wanted, she was unsurprised when lips pressed gently against her own. The kiss was full of love, and happiness, and the warmth that rushed through her system was immense. She felt herself pull towards it, determined to revel in the warmth for as long as she could. This time she made sure to count the seconds. Twenty. Twenty seconds of pure bliss, followed by a second of pure sadness as the lips pulled away. That second was brief though, as Weiss' body settled and her senses picked up the other things.

The gentle stroking of her back, the breath that was tickling her ear, the way Yang would shiver slightly as her fingers grazed her neck while playing with her hair. They all sent a wave of desire and want through her for more, and Weiss knew it was finally time for their date to end. She had loved the art showcase, loved the dinner and the short dance; but the only thing she wanted now was to return home and show the woman just how much she loved her. So pulling away slowly, she opened her eyes and gazed into the lovely lilac orbs of the woman who brought her so much happiness with a smile.

"Let's go home." She said resolutely, Yang understood instantly and gave a short nod.

"Okay."

The two of them broke apart and made their way back to the table to get their things. Weiss quickly threw her bolero back on and grabbed her clutch bag, but as she turned to see if Yang was ready, she found her staring at the glasses of champagne. After only a second, the blonde let out a small breath and reached down to pick them up.

"You don…" Weiss began.

"Special occasions," Yang cut her off firmly, offering one of the glasses out.

Understanding that the woman had finally made up her mind, she gave an accepting smile and took the drink and raised it. "To a perfect night."

"I can definitely drink to that," Yang chuckled.

The glasses were clinked together and they both drank the bubbly liquid. Once it was all gone, she saw Yang let out a breath of relief at her own empty glass.

"Do you feel the need for more?"

Yang shook her head and her face split into a small grin. "No."

"See, I told you that isn't you." Weiss cooed and raised a hand to stroke her girlfriend's cheek lovingly as her other hand pulled her Scroll from her clutch and held it up. "Now. Call us a taxi, a block away from here, and take me home. You have a promise to keep."

"And I fully intend to keep it," Yang grinned, inputting the password and calling a taxi.

---

"Hey, Yatsu!"

"Miss Xiao Long."

"Good evening."

"Miss Schnee."

"Later, Yatsu."

Weiss laughed at the greetings as Yang pulled her past the security desk and towards the elevator. In less than a second, the button was pressed and after waiting for a minute for it to arrive, they slipped inside. Weiss barely had time to tap her key card against the sensor before Yang's hand wrapped around her waist and pushed her against the wall of the elevator. Lips crashed into hers, the desire that had been growing during the entire taxi ride finally being unleashed, and Weiss immediately responded in kind as the taste of chocolate and bacon exploded in her mouth.

Heat and excitement ran through her as her arms wrapped around her girlfriend's neck to pull her deeper into the kiss. Her fingers were instantly lost in the main of golden hair, and she felt a warmth settle in her stomach as their tongues came out to meet each other. The blonde's hands trailed up her side, and her skin tingled in anticipation despite the fabric between them, but that was nothing compared to the shiver that ran through her as Yang's hand grazed over her breast. It lingered for a moment, the stronger fingers kneading the soft flesh and causing a slight moan to escape her, before moving to the bolero jacket she was wearing.

Weiss knew the elevator had a camera, but she didn't really care. The fact that Yang wanted her so badly that she couldn't wait the minute it took for them to get to the apartment was more than a huge turn on for her, and she happily let the woman pull the jacket away. From the lack of metal clinking, she guessed Yang was still in control enough to know not to drop it to the ground. As the hand holding the jacket came to a rest at her waist, she felt the other clasp around her back of her neck; the thumb hooking under her jaw to tilt her head up a little more and give Yang better access.

Finally though, the elevator arrived and the door opened, but Yang didn't move. In fact she stepped closer, and her body pressed against Weiss'.

"Mmm," She hummed at the heat that was billowing off of the girl, the intensity of it being felt through both layers of fabric. "Ya-ang…" She breathed when the woman gave her a second, her eyes opening to see the lilac ones before her full of desire. Before she could say another word, the delectable lips were back on hers, but she placed a hand on her girlfriend's chest and pushed her away long enough to breathe her concern. "The doors."

She didn't know if Yang had heard her or not at first, but a couple of seconds later, when the doors did indeed begin to close, a loud slam echoed around the box. Yang's hand had left her neck and caught the door to keep it from closing, the force of the action making the elevator shake a little and bringing a smile to Weiss' face. The hand on her hip slipped a little lower and snaked a little further around, and Weiss understood. So leaning against the wall as Yang got a good hold, she raised her legs and wrapped them around the woman's waist, Yang's strength easily keeping her secure as they exited the lift.

The first thing she heard was the sound of metal buttons hitting wood as the fingers on her butt moved. When they returned to their place, she could feel them much better and figured Yang had finally decided she was done holding the jacket. Just as well too, because Weiss was tired of holding her bag and the keycard, both of which clattered to the floor and were quickly forgotten.

She had no idea where Yang was going to take her at first, but it quickly became clear that the blonde wasn't interested in going very far since she felt herself being set down on the back of the couch in the main room. Her legs unlocked to feel more secure on the precarious ledge and she ran her hands down the strong arms, each bump of firm muscle under the fabric making her head spin just a little more. Once she arrived at Yang's hands, she guided them to the hem of her dress, before she returned her hands to the woman's hair.

"Someone is…"

"No m… ore teasing," Weiss instructed, her patience having already come to an end as her body already craved Yang more than ever.

"Yes ma'am." Yang grinned. Clearly she had no issues with the order, and instead did as she was told.

Weiss lifted her arms and the dress was quickly pulled over her head, leaving her in nothing but her white thong and her boots. Yang took a little more care with the dress and draped it over the back of the couch, but once it was discarded, her lilac eyes looked her up and down hungrily. Her eyes lingered on her breasts for a while, and Weiss placed her hands on the back of the chair while she bit her bottom lip seductively. "See something you like?"

Yang's gaze flicked back up to meet her own and a grin spread across her face. "Thought you said no more teasing?"

"Who's teasing?" Weiss shrugged without a single care that she didn't have enough for her breasts to jiggle since Yang's eyes shot down to them anyway. She reached out to take Yang's hand and quickly pulled her back in. The warm fingers instantly spread heat through her. "I'm pretty sure I've made it clear that you can do whatever you want," Desire flashed across the blonde's face and Weiss felt her stomach flip. "So what do you want?"

Yang only took a split second to decide, but a restrained kiss was placed on Weiss. The hand on her chest moved to cup her breast and a thumb flicked across her nipple, sending a pulse of pleasure through her body as the blonde pulled her lips away. "Wig off, glasses stay," She growled.

She smirked and raised her hands to release the clips that held it, and her hair in place. She instantly felt her hair fall free and splay over the couch behind her, and pulled the wig free. She didn't have to do anything since Yang's hand shot out to grab it and threw it far away. Before it landed, Weiss grabbed the front of her girlfriend's dress and hungrily pulled her back into the kiss. With everything Yang wanted being clear, it was time to get what she wanted, and at that very moment it was for the dress to be gone. So while she revelled in the renewed make-out session, she slipped her hand along Yang's chest to her back and pulled down the zipper.

Along the way, she felt the clasp of a bra and wasted no time in unhooking it before dragging the metal all the way to the bottom. She felt a thrill run through her once the back fell open at the fact she was about to see the glorious form that was her girlfriend's body. She had only seen it properly twice. Once during their first time, and the proceeding morning, and the second time where she had walked in on her getting changed a couple of days ago. Unfortunately, she hadn't had the time to take advantage of it then, but she certainly did this time. So while still enjoying the kiss, she took each side in hand, along with the sides of the bra, Weiss pulled them forward.

The material quickly came away and fell to the woman's waist, but not satisfied with leaving it there, Weiss quickly pushed it down. She felt another piece of fabric as she did, and throwing all restraint out the windows, pushed that down too. She supposed that was the good thing about a dress that was removed by pulling it down instead of up, she could strip her girlfriend completely with nothing more than one fluid motion. As the dress fell to her ankles, Yang broke the kiss and stepped back out of it, flicking her shoes aside and placing a hand cockily on her hip.

Weiss felt her breathing deepen as she looked at the toned muscle, the large but firm breasts, the golden hair that framed the beautiful face. Her body was already reacting, and she felt her legs quiver at the fact she would be enjoying it a lot more in less than a minute.

"I think you're drooling already."

She rolled her eyes happily and rose to her feet. "Not quite yet. So shut up, and get to it."

The grin that spread across Yang's face was devilishly wicked, but it sent a rush of excitement through her. The blonde took a confident step forward and, after one last quick look down her body, reached up to pull them back together. Weiss felt her head tilted back as Yang guided them around the room while peppering her with kisses. Before long, her legs hit the wide couch and she let herself fall into it. Yang followed along to make sure not to break contact.

A rush of exhilaration went through her as she leaned back and Yang climbed on top of her, the blonde's knees either side of her waist. Fingers roamed up her sides, the nails gently scratching her skin and left what felt like trails the lava in their wake. The hard breaths that Yang let out were letting her know that Yang was enjoying the exploration too, as did the flutter of her stomach against her hand. Of course her own had quickly found the toned stomach that she loved so much, but as Yang's kisses transitioned to her neck, she let one of her hands trail down the naked muscle and between the legs that straddled her.

The heat between them was intense, and Yang was clearly extremely aroused, not like she needed her hand where it was to know that. She could feel it beating down on her hand, but was genuinely unsure if the sticky feeling was her hand beginning to sweat, or Yang's fluids. After her next action though, she was certain what it was. She raised a finger and ran it through the blonde's lips to find that she was soaked, and heard Yang inhale sharply. Weiss doubted she would be any different as she could feel her own thighs sticking together, and it made sense as they had both been teasing each other for days, but Yang had yet to touch her outside of a hand moving to her breast. But if Yang wanted to be first, Weiss had absolutely no issue with that since the woman clearly needed it, and she would take immense pleasure doing it. So she ran a finger through the slit again to find the clit and circled it, her finger applying a little pressure.

"Mmm." The moan that was let out into her ear was divine, and Weiss went to repeat her action, only to feel Yang's hand wrap around her wrist and pull it away. Teeth captured her earlobe, and Weiss let out a soft breath as it was let go and a kiss was placed just below it. "You first." Yang breathed huskily.

Weiss felt a groan vibrate her throat, and the hand on her breast squeezed her nipple sending tingles through her entire body. Yang's lips were already beginning to trail their way down her collarbone and Weiss' eyes were squeezed shut. The other hand brushed along her stomach, its intended path clear; but nonetheless, Weiss couldn't suppress her moan as it slipped into her underwear and teased her hole. She was right about being soaked too, and she could feel it on the woman's fingers immediately.

However, just as she thought Yang might tease her a little more, she felt the beautiful boxer's mouth close over her nipple and gently sucked it between her teeth. At the same time, two fingers were pushed inside of her.

"Ugh!" The grunt left Weiss at the sudden entry as the feeling of having something inside her coursed an intense wave of pleasure to course through her body. As opposed to their first time though, Yang wasn't being anywhere near as gentle, and the finger buried themselves up to the knuckle and curled to stroke her walls. "Uhh!"

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she was aware of the grin she could feel on Yang's lips, but as the fingers curled inside her and a thumb was pressed against her clit, Weiss was more concerned with the pleasure that tore through her. Weiss was very aware of how short her fuse was, and though climaxing felt amazing and Yang hadn't seemed to care about it last time, she didn't want it to end so soon. However, with the constant teasing, and having left herself alone all week, she was already struggling.

She had almost cum on the initial entry, but with the curling of the fingers and the fact that Yang's tongue was now lashing against the nipple held lightly between her teeth, she really wasn't sure she was going to last too much longer. Her mind was already going blank, but just as she felt her walls begin to pulse, the fingers pulled out and Yang's mouth left her breast. Her eyes flew open and she saw Yang watching her with an intrigued grin. Before she could say anything, Yang kissed her again and the hand in her underwear flipped to grab the edge of the material.

After a couple of seconds, the kisses were being trailed down her neck again, though this time Yang seemed to be going slower, but Weiss knew where she was going. As the lips trailed between her breasts, Yang slowly began to remove the white lace thong while her knees moved back. By the time the lips arrived at her stomach and the fabric arrived at her knees, Yang was already off the couch and knelt between her legs. With a flourish, she slipped them the rest of the way off and threw the soaked material aside.

"Ready to scream?" She heard Yang say mischievously.

"Not going to h…. oly f…" Pleasure shot though Weiss as Yang placed a kiss on her clitoris. She didn't scream, but her voice was definitely louder than normal. Another wave rocked her as the blonde's slick tongue ran through her fold, and Weiss' hand shot into the mess of hair on it own accord while her throat let out a whimper. "Hmm!"

As Yang slowly lapped at her wet hole, Weiss felt hands grab behind her knees and pull her a little further down the couch. Once she was practically laying flat with her butt laying off the end, the repositioning stopped and Yang took full advantage of the better access. With each stroke, her tongue would press deeper and cause Weiss to moan louder. It curled and twirled, the tip flicked against her clit and after she did each three times, she would place a kiss on the small nub and suckle on it.

The pleasure was like torture, albeit the good kind; but Yang's actions seemed to be specifically done to not let her cum. They felt amazing, and her body was already shaking with a thin layer of sweat and she played with her breast, but she could feel Yang was up to something. However, just as she was about to urge Yang further, the blonde seemed to kick it up a notch and her tongue pushed past her entrance.

"Ahh," Weiss gasped, her hip coming down as her hand pushed Yang's head harder into her.

If Yang had any complaints, none were given and Weiss continued. Yang tongue was deeper now, and the tip was gliding along her quivering walls as it wiggled back and forth. Despite her making it clear she wanted it to stay inside her though, Yang pulled the appendage back into her mouth and sucked Weiss' swollen lips into her mouth for a second. They were quickly let go and replaced with her clit, the tongue lashing over it like it had the nipple earlier and Weiss felt her back arch. Yang finally seemed serious and Weiss already felt herself nearing climax. Though she was a little displeased at Yang using her strength to pull away again, her displeasure quickly turned back to pleasure at the words that were spoken.

"Go ahead, Weiss," Yang whispered lovingly in a heavy voice before placing another kiss on her clit again. "Cum for me. Loudly."

Yang used the first syllable of the last word to run her tongue back through Weiss' soaked pussy. As she did, two fingers were pushed back into her, they tips curling again. "A… lil… more." she choked, so very close to that wave cresting. Seemingly happy to oblige her, Yang's lips closed back around the sensitive nub and hummed. Her fingers curled a little more and finally hit a place that lit Weiss' entire body on fire and caused her orgasm to crash down upon her.

"Gods, Yaaang!"

She wasn't sure if it was a scream or not; but then again, she wasn't sure of much in that moment. What she was sure of was that her body was revelling in more pleasure than ever before. She was aware of every part of her body. Her rapid heartbeat, her curled toes that were still covered in her boots, the fact that her hand had a death grip on Yang's hair as the woman continued to lap at her hole. She was in heaven, every inch of her flooded with pleasure, and the only thing she could do ride it out. How long that took, she had no idea, but Yang's tongue worked her the whole time, coaxing out more moans and extending the orgasm by a good minute. Finally though, just as she became convinced it would never end, her body began to slowly calm down. Obviously sensing it was over, Yang finally stopped eating her out and instead kissed her way back up her body.

It was another minute before her eyes opened, but the moment they did, she saw that Yang was straddling her again and her beautiful, lilac eyes were gazing down at her.

"Not quite a scream, but definitely a promise kept." The blonde chuckled, clearly very happy at how deeply Weiss was breathing. "You really like the dirty talk though, huh?"

Weiss couldn't deny it due to her lack of breath, but also because it was true. She didn't know what it was, whether she just found it arousing, or because it was a crude form of talking that was so different from how she was raised, but it definitely did something for her. None of her partner's had done it before, maybe because of the power difference and not wanting to do something that might annoy her, but Yang's had no problem with doing it. And Weiss was very happy about that.

"Yes…" She breathed after a minute, her breathing finally evening out. "Give me a minute… and I will return the favour."

"Hmm." Yang hummed and leaned forward. Weiss was happy to meet her, the kiss a more loving one than the desire fueled ones they had shared since returning to the apartment. "Just a minute? I thought I blew your mind more than that." Yang chuckled.

"You did," Weiss laughed as her hand trailed up the blonde's stomach and grazing over the magnificent breast. As she flicked her thumb over the hard nipple, she saw Yang bite her bottom lip. "I just recover quickly."

"Good," The woman grinned, and Weiss felt a wave of excitement go through her as she knew that grin meant she was up to something. "'Cause if I won't be seeing you for a week, I intend to make full use of tonight."

Weiss knew exactly what that meant, and she felt her body heat up again as her body realised that orgasm wasn't going to be the last of the night. However, with her breath back and her legs no longer feeling like jelly, she knew it was time to return the favour for the first. So placing a hand on Yang's hip, she pulled herself up and kissed the blonde. As she did, Yang let out an eager hum and moved aside to lay back on the coach, Weiss following her. He hand squeezed the breast she was holding playfully, and with a grin, she began her mission to make Yang feel just as good as the brawler had made her feel.

But first, she pulled back from the kiss for a brief second to smirk at her gorgeous girlfriend. "So do I."

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Yang Xiao Long

Yang breathed heavily as Weiss crawled out from under the quilt, her body still tingling with the pleasure that Weiss had just given her. It took her a second for it to calm down, but as it wasn't her first orgasm of the night, it faded a little faster. Finally, as the pleasure dissipated enough to were she could finally think straight, she looked to her side to see the snowy-haired beauty grinning at her and running her thumb along her chin to clean the mess she had made.

She wasn't exactly sure how long it had been since they had returned from their night out, but it had to have been at least two hours. And in those two hours, neither of them had made any attempt to move away from the oversized couch. The very most Yang had done was get them a drink and run upstairs for a quilt, which was brought right back down. In honesty, she had thought they were done then, but the lull only lasted so long before they both found themselves in the mood again. Not that Yang was complaining at all. Either way, as Weiss cuddled back up to her and fell into her arms, it seemed decided that they were spending the night exactly where they were.

"That one took a while," Weiss breathed happily and Yang felt a hand rest on her stomach, the fingers scratching idly along her skin.

"Ha," She laughed and looked down at the hand. The quilt was bunched around their waists and left the upper bodies exposed, so she had a magnificent view of Weiss' perfect body. "Hope your jaw isn't hurting just yet?"

"Please," Weiss scoffed. "I spend hours talking in meetings. It will take a lot more than that. I was..." Weiss cut herself off and Yang looked back up to see curiosity in her girlfriend's blue eyes. "I mean… is there anything you do to… you know… stop yourself?"

Yang understood what was being asked as she had definitely noticed it the first time. Weiss' short fuse was incredibly fun to play with from time to time, but it had seemed to be even shorter during their first time of the night. She had barely begun when she felt Weiss' walls convulse around her fingers, but she'd also felt the girl trying to resist her climax, so chose to slow it down a little after that.

"Hmm." She hummed, putting an arm under her girlfriend's neck and pulling her close. "Not really. I can just last a while." The response was exactly as she suspected, a deep sigh. "What's up?"

"I just…" Weiss let out a groan and the fingers on her stomach bug in a little. "You like going down on me, right?"

"A bit of an understatement, but yes," She chuckled.

"And you would like it to last a little longer. Right?"

"Are you worried I'm not enjoying that you cum quickly?" Yang asked, receiving a small shrug in return. With a small chuckle at such a stupid thought, she gave the woman a soft kiss and looked her in the eyes. "Trust me, Weiss, I am very happy. But-" She kissed her again and let out a soft hum. "- If you wanna work on that, then I am more than willing to do…" Yang placed her hand on Weiss' stomach and slowly walked her fingers downwards. "... whatever I have to do to teach you."

"Mmm." A soft moan escaped Weiss as Yang pushed her fingers between the woman's legs and felt that Weiss' hole was still quite wet, her middle finger finding the clit to gently circle it, causing the heiress' eyes to flutter.

Yang grinned to herself at the reaction and kissed Weiss' cheek. She pulled her head back and gazed at her girlfriend lovingly, the woman's eyes stopping their fluttering and locking onto hers. "Thank you for today, by the way." She breathed, really wanting to express her gratitude since she hadn't got the chance to earlier. "I loved every second of it."

She felt a hand come up to gently caress her cheek and Weiss' face split into a happy smile. "Me too. And I can't wait until we get to do that without the wig, since you clearly didn't like it."

"It was fine," Yang laughed. "But I prefer your actual hair more. I'm just happy I got to spend some more time with you before this week."

"I feel the s… ame," Weiss' voice caught as Yang pushed her finger lower to stroke through the soaked folds with a grin on her face. "I love you more that I can proba.. Ahh… bly say."

Weiss' eyes screwed shut, but Yang kept the pressure of her fingers light. "I know," she whispered and moved in a little closer until she felt their breasts rub together. "I love you too." She felt her stiff nipples graze over Weiss' and suppressed a gasp of her own. "Now," She grinned wickedly despite Weiss not being able to see it. "I'm going to have fun making you last twice as long as I just did."

The moan that Weiss let out was cut off as Yang planted a firm kiss on her girlfriend and gently teased her lower lips. She had meant every word she had just said about the night, how she felt, but she had also meant what she had just said about making Weiss last longer than ever. So pulling away from the kiss, she licked her lips eagerly and prepared to give her girlfriend an orgasm she would never forget.

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A/N

Hello everyone. So that was a big date chapter for you since its been quite some time. I wanted to have this little moment for the two, the really show how much they want to be out, so I hope that came across. And I hope you enjoyed. There are a couple of things in here that are mentioned that work into future plot lines, so if you spotted them, congrats. Also to touch on the smut, I don't intend for it to be a huge part of this story, and not even a large part, so don't worry about this story becoming that because they are spending a lot more time together. I simply like doing it on the rare occasion because it shows another aspect of their relationship, and I want to be showing all of the different angles.

I will acknowledge that the tensing feels a little off this chapter. All I can say is I'm sorry, but due to the size of the chapter and how long that will take to fix, I will have to simply let that be since if I try to fix that then it will take a few more days to get this too you. Around this chapter was when I kinda hit a block and was struggling to write, and while that has passed now, it did persist for a few chapters of both this and HIF. Thankfully they are much smaller and I should be able to sort those by upload.

But that's it from me. I hope you all enjoyed and I hope to see you all on the 13th :)

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