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I went and picked up liquor from a store. Rum, Vodka, Whiskey and then fruit and sodas for mixers and cocktails. It was a touch different than letting Junior's bar staff take care of everything but I was looking forward to waiting on my engagements. I was a touch excited to make and serve them drinks in the privacy of our house. Our own home. Was it really a home until we'd gotten wasted there all together?

Well, we were going to find out. I rolled out of Patch on my bike with the drinking supplies on the back of the bike in a trunk. It really was a beast of a bike. I wanted to really customize it so that my weapon was a part of the overall design. Ruby had taught me to make my equipment fit me rather than struggle against something that could be easily customized.

A good example of that was how much extra room to choke around there was on the hilt of Crocea Mors. It was something like a foot and half of red and purple padding. I liked that about my weapon. And it made me seem small. Like I was wielding a giant's knife rather than my own sword. But it fit me well if that made sense.

I pulled into the garage and stopped my bike. I swung my leg over the vehicle and grabbed my bags out of the trunk. I made my way past where Weiss was lounging and reading something on her scroll in the living room. She was wearing a pair of white jeans and a loose blue t-shirt.

"Change," she ordered. I was in my hunting garb. I sighed.

"You know-"

"Change clothes. You can relax," she said. She wasn't even looking up at me. She was browsing some article, her eyes flickering across the words without even sparring me a glance.

"Fine," I agreed. I went to the master and pulled my hunting tunic and armor off and set it on a stand. I pulled on a v-neck t-shirt and sweatpants. Ruby was just getting out of the shower and she covered herself with a towel. She stepped into her walk-in and shut the door behind her.

"I've seen you naked, you know," I informed her through the door.

"It's the principle of the thing!" I leaned against the door loudly so she knew I was right outside.

"Oh, come on. What you hiding from me for?"

"You can never keep your hands to yourself," Ruby told me. "You'd start touching me."

"Is that a problem? Do you not like it when I touch you?"

"I just got out of the shower. I don't need you touching me and turning me on. I'd have to shower again."

"Oh come on," I knocked hard on the door three times. "I could just open this door and grab you."

"You wouldn't dare…"

"Wouldn't dare to what? Touch you in the manner appropriate for a husband to touch a wife?"

"I'm not your wife yet!"

"Soon, sweetheart. And what excuse will you give me then?"

"I don't know. You'll just have to wait and see," Ruby vowed.

I let her get dressed unmolested but it was a close thing. And was it really molestation if she wanted it? Or at least I could make her want it? I went back out to the kitchen and started mixing cocktails. Ruby had never drunk before. And I wanted her first experience to be a good one.

"You know you can't drink with us, don't you?" Weiss asked. She still didn't look over at me from the couch she lazed on.

"Sure I can."

"On your meds? I've seen those prescription bottles and every single one of them warns against alcohol use. Every single one of them. And there are like six up in that cabinet."

"It'll be fine. It's just a shot or six. What's the worst that could happen? Psychosis? Ha."

"I'm serious."

"So am I."

"You're not drinking, give it up."

"Yes I am. It'll be fine. You worry too much. Nothing bad will happen. It's like those warnings they put on ibuprofen bottles that tell you not to operate heavy machinery or take more than four. It's really just an advisement."

"How much ibuprofen do you take?"

"I take a pill until the pain stops. I don't keep count."

"What's the most you've taken?"

"I don't know. Like eight or nine. Probably more."

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Nothing! They're just advisory warnings. It won't kill me. I'll live. I just probably shouldn't drink until I black out."

"You shouldn't do that anyways."

"Okay. I won't."

"But you will drink some?" She got up and looked at me with folded arms.

"Yeah? A little to unwind with my fiancés. And if that's wrong I don't want to be right." I paused. "Or to live."

"Don't be dramatic."

"You're the one who's all like 'you can't drink, all these bottles say so. If you do, then you'll die!'"

"I don't sound like that. I'm just worried about you, you asshole."

"If I'm such an asshole don't marry me," I advised.

"Don't be a dumb blonde."

"Okay."

"I know that's hard for you."

"I got it, Weiss. You don't like my hair. I should shave it off."

"Only you could gather that from what I said."

"And what are you saying? I just don't understand. You should explain it to me."

"And stoop to your level?"

I walked out of the kitchen and over to her. I crouched down exaggeratedly so I was at her eye level. She rolled her eyes. "Darling, I'm like a full foot taller than you. I have to stoop when we bang standing up. It's hard on my knees."

"You found a way to make this about sex. I hope you're not too proud of yourself." I stood back up.

"Wasn't it always about sex? I don't get it. Explain it to me."

"Oh, and I'm supposed to believe that you'll follow through on what I teach you?"

"Don't I always?"

"Isn't that what I asked you?"

"I'm not sure. I'm just a dumb blonde. You're the smart one, Weiss. You know everything."

"Asshole," she informed me.

"Ice queen," I shot back.

She hit me for that. She rolled her eyes but smiled a little.

That made it my victory. I just had to bring her down to my level.

"You two are always moments from having sex. I could cut the sexual tension between you guys with Crescent Rose," Ruby informed us from the hallway with her hands on her hips.

"Weiss always starts it. I blame her."

"You can't blame me. It takes two to tango."

"It's your voice. I love the way it sounds."

"That's not my fault."

"It's not not your fault. It's definitely not my fault."

"Only you could spin my voice turning you on into my problem."

"I'm about this close to making it your problem."

"Oh I bet you would like that."

"You know you would too."

"Holy shit, you two are inches from fucking," Ruby laughed.

"Ruby Rose!" Weiss exclaimed.

"She's got a bit of a potty mouth. Doesn't she? She didn't use to," I pointed out.

"Don't you guys turn this on me. I'm neutral," Ruby waved her hands in front of her.

"I don't know…" Weiss trailed. She shared a glance with me. "I think something needs to be done about that mouth of yours."

"You guys…"

"I have a couple of ideas," I agreed.

"Are they any good?" Weiss asked.

"Let's find out. Have a shot with me, Rubes."

"Oh, that's what you meant…" Ruby realized. "I thought you were talking about head."

"Well, let's not take anything off the table," I cut across. "Now that you mention it, I could be talking about head."

"What's wrong with head? Ruby? Do you not want to go down on one of us?" Weiss wondered.

"You guys are ganging up on me…" Ruby was flushing a glorious crimson like the tips of her hair.

"And you like it, don't you?" I pointedly asked. "I bet you would love to service one of us."

"Who would go first?" Weiss asked.

"I could wait my turn," I decided. "How do you feel about that, Rubes?"

"I feel like… weren't we going to do shots?" Ruby redirected.

"She's such a tease," Weiss decided.

"You weren't there in Anima when she made that outfit change. She had me struggling. And she knew it."

"My old outfit turned you on?" Ruby asked.

"The tight tights and the corset that shoved your chest out?" I confirmed. "No. I don't remember it at all."

"She knows. She knew she was driving you crazy. She drove me crazy in Mistral and she knew it," Weiss pointed out.

"I had no idea!"

"Sure, Ruby," Weiss agreed. "You were that sexy by accident. We believe you."

"It's the truth!"

"I was so pent up in Anima before we got together. She was still wearing her old pyjamas and they didn't fit her very well. And we were sharing a tent and she made me look at her all the time."

"She thinks we don't know how much of a tease she is but we know. Pour the shots," Weiss ordered.

I walked to the kitchen and poured three shots of rum.

"So what's the game?" Ruby asked.

"Game?" I wondered.

"Usually when people drink there's a game to it, right?" Ruby wondered.

"Oh, last time we drank Cloud had to answer every question I asked him. We talked about whatever I wanted."

"We… We did do that. Yeah," I agreed warily.

"Let's do that!" Ruby declared.

"Fuck me." I slammed my shot. Immediately poured another one before Weiss even touched hers and while Ruby was gently holding her own. I held out my refilled shot to them. Weiss picked her's up with a subtle smirk and we all clinked glasses. I threw mine back again.

"So I turned you on in Anima?" Ruby pressed.

"I can only speak for me…" I trailed. "But yeah. You did. The tights. The skirt. The corset. You were becoming a real woman. I was defenseless."

"Huh. And you Weiss?"

"I don't have to answer. That's not the game," Weiss protested.

"I'm willing to bet you were turning her on too when we met up again in Mistral."

"She was so hot," Weiss muttered. "She was so hot she made me question my sexuality. I'm still questioning it."

"Really?" Ruby giggled. "I had no idea I caused you such distress."

"I couldn't even masterbate in Anima because she was always there!" I was pouring another round and mixed up three cocktails. I picked the drinks up and moved to the living room with its three couches. I set the collection of drinks and bottles on the coffee table. Weiss sat before the drinks and crossed her legs neatly when she reclined. She picked up a cocktail and sipped on it and she leaned back. Ruby sat next to her with her legs folded up beside her like she was wearing a skirt. She wasn't. She was wearing jeans and a red and black frilly shirt with no sleeves.

"You wanted to masterbate and think about me?" Ruby asked.

"Like you don't know," I glowered half heartedly as I sat on the couch next to theirs.

"Really?"

"She acts like she doesn't know but she knows," Weiss agreed with me.

"Yang's the hot one."

"Ruby!" Weiss shouted. "Are you serious?"

"Well… I mean…"

"I had no alone time to release some stress. She was always there in those pyjamas next to me or wearing those tight tights," I sighed. "She was driving me nuts before we started having sex."

"You were the one driving me nuts!" Ruby shouted. "I kept dropping hints. Like 'it's cold and lonely in my sleeping bag. I bet yours is warm.'"

"I'm fuckin' stupid. It's not like I was turning you on all the time. It was a game of 'hide the erection' and not a very fun version of 'hide the erection.' There are much more fun versions."

"You were all in control. You were the boss. After Pyrrha died you just took charge. You changed your fighting style and mastered it. You fought Tyrian for me! Of course you were turning me on too. You almost died for me like three times. It was scary but it also..." she bobbed her head and shrugged about. She gulped down some white cocktail.

"Yeah?" I asked. "Did I make your panties wet under that skirt?"

"Yes!"

"Huh. How about that."

"And you, Weiss? In Mistral?" Ruby asked.

"Mistral was confusing…"

"How so?" Ruby wondered.

"Well, I mentioned that you were hot enough to make me question my sexuality. I was like 'am I gay? Am I straight? Am I bi?' And you two were already together and Ruby I know exactly what you're talking about. He was all 'I'm in command. I've got this.' He had Limit Break too."

"Limit Break," Ruby agreed. "It's so pretty."

"It's dashing."

"I don't get it…" I trailed.

"The smell," Ruby gestured at her nose.

"That taste of it. You can taste it. It tastes so… oh my gods, ozone and caramelizing sugar. It's so good." Weiss took a drink.

"Right?" Ruby giggled. "He was like that the whole time in Anima. And I was sharing a tent with him. I had to smell him all night and deal with it."

"Did you masterbate?" Weiss pressed. She took a drink of cocktail and Ruby mimicked her.

"Before you answer… let's do another shot," I cut in. And we did.

"So? Did you?" Weiss asked.

"Yeah? Between shifts?" I figured.

"All the time," Ruby admitted. "Why didn't you?"

"What would I do with my finishing touch?" I asked.

"Got it," Ruby affirmed. "And Weiss? Did you in Mistral?"

"Once or twice…"

"Aw," Ruby patted Weiss's arm. "You can tell us."

"You two were fucking in the other room and I was just masterbating. You were both just… you were both so hot. And you were having sex and I wanted a cut of that. I wanted a slice of that cake. I was so jealous and frustrated. I was so sexually frustrated that I was losing my mind. I wanted to be you, Ruby. I wanted to be Cloud. I wanted in."

"So you fingered yourself and thought of me?" I asked.

"Don't be vulgar."

"But did you, though?" Ruby asked.

"Yeah I did. It was so annoying and frustrating. And when you showed up in Atlas…" Weiss put a hand on her chest gently. "Oh my gods. You were just there with the relic, and the new haircut, and the outfit, and the weapon. You were like 'good to see you, Weiss,' with a velvety smooth voice."

"Sploosh," Ruby sipped her drink.

"Sploosh," Weiss agreed.

"Super sploosh?" Ruby asked.

"Not so much. Because I was worried about him too. He was all fucked up. Life had been throwing curve balls at him and it was a mess so there was that. But he spoke in that voice he uses in the bedroom when he tells us what to do."

"Sploosh," Ruby agreed.

"My voice?" I asked. "Weiss is the one who's all musical."

"Yeah but you get all deep and smooth and it's just like…" Weiss closed a fist and pumped it minutely.

"Sploosh," Ruby filled in. "He had that in Mistral and out in Anima. He used it when he would get inside me and start stretching me out."

"Okay… There has been a lot of talk about stretching…" I trailed in.

"It's good," Weiss waved off.

"It hurts," Ruby leaned in and informed me during the next moment. I looked between them for a moment.

"That didn't really clear things up for me…" I informed them. "Is this one of those 'yes and no' things?"

"Yeah. It is," Weiss informed me. "Let's do another shot."

I started pouring.

"So…" I started.

"Yes?" Weiss asked.

"What is it?" Ruby wondered. "Go on. Don't leave us in suspense."

We slammed our shots.

"I got to ask. Would it be better if I was bigger?"

"Would it be better if our boobs were bigger?" Weiss countered.

"Yeah?" Ruby wondered.

"Not necessarily… it's about… it's about the ratio more than it's about the size of any one part of your figure. It has to be in proportion. You both are very proportional. Your boobs could be slightly bigger or smaller and you would still be proportional and in the ratio. But it wouldn't change much. If you put a set of double d's on either of you it wouldn't make you more attractive so much as it would make me worry about your back."

"Okay…" Ruby trailed. "I hear that. I guess that makes sense. It's sort of the same with little Cloud."

"Your size is good. Too much bigger and it would be all hurt. Too much smaller and it wouldn't hurt at all," Weiss informed me. She made an 'ok' gesture at me and finished her cocktail. I poured her another one and slammed back mine to keep up.

"And the hurting is good?"

"So good."

"I don't know. I think if it was a little smaller...I don't know," Ruby waved off.

"No. Wait."

"I hear her. Sometimes when you get in there and start messing around it's closer to 'too much' than it is to 'hurts so good.' But usually you get used to it and it starts hurting good."

"But not all the time?" I asked. "Sometimes it just hurts?"

Weiss gave a dainty shrug. Ruby gave a bobbing distant nod.

"I don't get it," I decided. "What can help with that?"

"Foreplay," Weiss answered.

"It's very important," Ruby agreed. "You usually do enough in that department so it's fine."

"But you would prefer if it was… smaller?" I hazarded.

"Eh," Weiss warbled.

"Sometimes," Ruby admitted. "Sometimes you come into the garage with too big a car and wreck up the place."

"And that's bad," I determined.

"Sometimes and sometimes not. Sometimes a girl wants to be treated gently and sometimes we want to be taken apart. We've talked about this."

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