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Shopping for wedding dresses with Weiss was a little unfair. She looked really good in white. She stepped out in a lacy mermaid with white flowers sewn into the back and short see through sleeves. She gave an elegant whirl and I clapped.

I stood up from the bench I was sitting on to brush at her collar.

"What do you think?" She wondered. She turned around and tried to look down her back where those lacy flowers on vines flowed.

"You look beautiful," I purred at her.

"You say that for every dress!"

"Well! It's not my fault you look so good in white!" I waved my arms exasperatedly. "Your butt and waist look good in this one though."

"The plan," she began. "Is to look so good that Cloud breaks down and cries like I did when you modified Myrtenaster. I thought we'd get him with the way we changed Crocea Mors but he hardly cried. You know? Except I want him crying out of happiness. He was crying because he felt guilty about Ren and Nora. Not because he was out of his mind joyful."

"Aw… we'll get him. He'll be so happy. He won't know what to do with himself. When he sees us he'll lose it and we could be wearing paper bags. He'd still be so happy he won't be able to handle it and he'll break down," I hummed at her. "I guarantee it."

"But do I glow?"

"Yes. Always," I answered immediately.

She rolled her eyes. "But in this dress. Will I rock his world and make him think up is down and down is up. I want to be so drop dead gorgeous it makes him dizzy to look at me. I could wear a paper bag and he'd love me in it. But I want to make his head spin and his heart skip a beat. And yours of course."

"You make my heart skip beats all the time just in a sweater and jeans," I confessed. "Plus you're like, a really good kisser. You're so beautiful it makes my chest hurt sometimes."

"Aw," she cooed. She pushed a hand flat against her chest as she looked down on me. "But you know what I mean. It's my wedding day. He's my man. I want to crush his heart like an egg."

"Aggressive…" I worried my lip. "But I know what you mean. You want to be so beautiful that he's almost but not quite in pain looking at you."

"Is that too much to ask for?" Weiss demanded.

"No. It would be too much if you wanted to be so gorgeous his eyes bleed. That would be too much. We just want to stop his heart for a like half a minute."

"I want his head to fucking spin." Weiss turned back to the mirror. "I look good." She decided. "But am I so beautiful it's dizzying?"

"I think so," I informed her.

"Your biased towards me though."

"But so is he. Brown paper bag, remember?"

"Ugh," Weiss slumped. "He's so hard to impress because he's already impressed. You know? It's like we're already at a nine and I'm squeezing for a nine point five."

"What's our budget for the dresses?" I wondered.

"Cloud would say something like 'under a million.' He just accepted a job for the council. They always pay him super well. As in over a million for a mission."

"Dangerous…" I trailed. I didn't like it. It was these sort of missions that got my mom killed. Maybe Cloud could handle it but I didn't like it.

"He'll be safe. He'll come back to us. The only person on the planet who can really threaten him is Salem. And she's almost a goddess. Everyone else is small game," Weiss gave a half turn to investigate her own back and rear end. "Well. Her or Oscar but Oscar is still learning."

"Does he really have no one to invite to our wedding?" I asked her. "I feel… bad about that. I know his team and all. But is there really no one?"

"Well… I brought up Neapolitan but she's a demon. He said he wouldn't invite her because she was mean to me. Plus he might have slept with her. So…"

"Right. Considerate of him. He's like that," I agreed. "But no one?"

"Well maybe the girl he trained. The Princess of Vale. Did you not know about this?" Weiss asked.

"Huh-uh. The girl he trained was the princess of Vale?"

"Yep. He never mentioned that. Did he."

"Well, you know how he is," I waved off. "Why can't he invite her?"

"I think out of respect for us and kindness to her. She fell in love with him," Weiss informed me. "She was totally infatuated with him and she wasn't his only student who felt that way."

"Huh. Well you can't fault their taste. How did Cloud take that when he learned his students felt that way?"

"He was uncomfortable. Still is, in all likelihood."

"How did he find out?" I wondered.

"I had to tell him. He never would have figured it out if I hadn't told him. You know how he is. He's like…"

"He never has any idea," I agreed.

"No. He never does. He always takes girls' hints and cues and then he explains them away as something else. He comes up with excuses for them and justifications for what they are doing. He twists it and he never ever makes the leap that girls like him. He always comes up with an alternative explanation. He had all these young girls' panties in a twist and just didn't have any idea."

"Because he comes up with another explanation and sticks to it," I agreed. "He did that with me out in Anima."

"He did that to me when I flirted with him in Mistral. I could practically see the gears turning as he came up with other reasons for why I was chatting with him."

"But it was because you were attracted to him."

"Yeah. But was sort of like, no duh. How obvious does a girl have to be?" She wondered.

"You're telling me. I had to wear basically nothing around him to get his attention for real out in Anima. I think that's just him. You know? I think that's just how he is. Which is good. Now. It keeps other girls from moving in on what's ours."

"It just makes me wonder how many other girls there are. And he just didn't notice. You know. How many other girls would have let him fuck them and he just didn't know? What do you think? More or less than five that we don't know about?"

"Oh I really don't know…" I murmured. "Probably more than five. I would imagine. Just girls at inns with Cloud coming through. A tall, strong, handsome huntsman like Cloud. It's not really his fault."

"I'm not saying it's his fault per se. But it's not not his fault. That he's attractive I mean. I mean. It's more his fault than not his fault. And all these school girls in their little skirts would just let him take them. You remember those Beacon uniforms."

"Maybe we should wear them for him… he might like it."

"It's a little kinky. Isn't it?" Weiss pressed. "And his metal wasn't really tested because he was blind to it. Is he loyal because he doesn't know better or because he's loyal? Like, I'm glad he's blind now. Now that we have him. But it was frustrating before."

"Cloud's loyal. He has dignity and honor. He loves us. He probably wouldn't have made moves on those school girls because he loves us and he is too honorable. I hear what you're saying. He loyalty was never tested because he's like… dumb. He's dense when it comes to girls so he never really had the opportunity to cheat. But I still think he wouldn't have cheated. Like, the fact he doesn't know whether he slept with Neapolitan bothers him more than it bothers me."

"It bothers me a lot," Weiss confessed. "I mean… I don't know what I would do about it. If I did know for certain, that is. But not knowing who all he's slept with bothers me."

"I hear that. But he was going through a lot at that time. And I cheated on him with you. So…"

"Did you though? Because we became a trio."

"I didn't have have his express consent and kissed you and I liked it. That's cheating," I pointed out. "And he was going through a lot. Salem just killed Nora and Ren. He wasn't sure if or when I'd see him again or take him back. It was rough. I'm not sure if I could really hold it against him because it's obvious he doesn't love her the way he loves me and I cheated on him too and he might not even have done it."

"That's his fault. That he doesn't know," Weiss emphasized.

"Yeah but he still doesn't know. Does it count if he doesn't remember?"

"Yes! And I want to know! I want to know everyone he's ever put his dick in!"

"That's possessive," I pointed at her. "Easy sister."

Weiss huffed. She walked back into the stall and took another dress in with her. It was a gown. I listened to her changing and sat back on the bench and waited.

"I don't know. I don't know!" Weiss shouted over the barrier. "He's mine. You know?"

"He's also mine," I cut in.

"You're also mine," Weiss informed me. "That's not the same as letting that little devil in."

"But you don't even know if he did her," I shrugged.

"That's because he doesn't know!"

"But he's sorry anyways. For something he might not have done. He probably tortured himself enough. Probably more than enough."

"You're right! Okay?! But I still want to know if he put it in her!" Weiss stepped out in the gown. "Here I am trying to impress him and all. Don't I deserve to know?"

"He would tell you if he knew. You look beautiful."

"Better or worse than the last one?" Weiss demanded.

"Um…" I trailed. "You really rocked the mermaid. It made your butt and hips look excellent. You can't really see your curves in this one. You have great curves."

"And he and the princess were close! Really close! Would he have done something if he knew and thought he could get away with it?! Hand me another mermaid."

I handed her a dress off the rack beside me from the ones she picked out to try on.

"No…" I trailed. "He's like a puppy. He wouldn't have had sex with her even if he thought he could have gotten away with it. You're working yourself up."

"They were alone for months."

"He and I were basically alone for months," I pointed out.

"And now you're getting married. And that was just after Pyrrha."

"And this was just after Salem took him again," I suggested. "You're tearing yourself up. He didn't touch the Princess and he wouldn't have even if he could have. You know that."

"He told us she reminded him of us," Weiss walked back into the brown stall.

"So?" I wondered. "So what?"

"That means something."

"So he liked her. As a person. That doesn't mean he would have slept with her if he thought he could have gotten away with it. He probably has no clue how to handle his relationship with her now. He isn't the sort to do as much as he thinks he can get away with. He does as much as he can for us. But that's for us. He would kill and die for us. Like it's literally nothing to him. That isn't the behavior of a sneaky person. He's way too loyal."

Weiss sighed again.

She stepped out in the mermaid I'd handed her. If was almost a bodycon with a minor flair at the base. It showed off her collar and her modest, dainty, sexy cleavage.

I grinned up at her. "I like it," I purred.

"It'd be easy to dance in…" Weiss granted. "It really hugs me."

She spun in a circle. It went low all the way to just above her butt down her back with silky lining in a really low 'v'. You could see the muscles of her back pretty low and the curve of her spine. She looked so good with her hair in a little pony tail.

"Let your hair down…" I pleaded.

She pulled her hairband out. She shook her head and her mid back length hair flowed down her. I clapped giddily. "You look amazing!"

"Really? With my hair down?"

"You look so good with your hair down," I affirmed. "You look like a drop dead sexy machine. I'm pretty sure Cloud likes your hair down as well. Your hair is so pretty."

"I always thought your hair was prettier than mine," Weiss confessed.

"Really?" I wondered. "But it's so smooth and silky and platinum. It's like somebody took platinum or silver and spun it out. Your hair is so beautiful."

"You're really not mad that he cheated on you?" Weiss demanded. "Honestly?"

"I didn't say that. But he already feels bad and he might not have done anything wrong. And I cheated on him at the same time," I shrugged. "So I suppose I can let it slide. And it's not like he wants her at our wedding. He's mindful of my feelings. It's hard to be mad at him for long when he's so brutally honest. If he knew he would tell me. But he doesn't and it bothers him. And he's probably afraid of hurting me. What more can I ask from him?"

"I suppose…"

"No. Seriously. What more should I ask him to do or to feel about it? Should I break things off with him? Should I make him sleep on the couch? Should I make him kill her? He probably would if I told him to. Should I?" I demanded.

"Well… I don't know. I guess if I knew one way or another that would be something. But even he doesn't know. And it's not even my place to be mad because I wasn't with him and we… you and I technically cheated before we found him again. So… it's unfair to be mad about but I am anyways. And… I don't want him to kill her. She's, like, his one friend. Plus he begged me not to make him kill her. He begged me. He would kill her if I asked him to. So it's pretty obvious he doesn't love her the way he loves me. But something needs to be done. Doesn't it? And maybe this isn't my place because I wasn't dating him yet."

"No," I disagreed immediately. It was totally her place. And she had every right to feel some way about this. I never wanted her to feel like my second.

"But shouldn't we do something?" Weiss wondered.

"When you think of what that thing is, then tell me," I shrugged. "But for now what more do we want from him? That he's not already giving us? Because we are asking him for a lot. We scare him with his much we ask from him. And he's giving it to us despite how scary it is for him. Remember when he tried to kill himself after Salem took him in our home? Remember how scared we were?"

Weiss looked down at the back of her hands for a moment. "I remember…" she whispered.

"He tried to kill himself over hurting me and he didn't even really hurt me. He's going through a lot. He was going through a lot before we found him again. And if he slipped up one time with one person in a time of his life he barely remembers, then I honestly struggle to hold it against him. Do you think if I asked him to kill himself, he would hesitate or even ask me 'why?'"

Weiss was quiet. For a moment. She hesitated. "You're saying we're asking for more than that."

I nodded.

"And we're asking him for kids and a family and to live and to struggle and suffer. What we're asking him for is much harder than killing himself. Do you think, with everything he's been through and is going through, it would be merciful if we let him die? He's seriously in a lot of pain. All of the time. So I can't really see myself adding to that or breaking things off with him over something he might not have even done. That's just my take."

Weiss nodded slowly. "He has a lot on his plate."

"More than anybody maybe ever," I agreed. "I want to be a bright light in his cruel life. You know? I don't want him to fear his love for me. I want him to fall into it and rest. I don't have a good answer. But I'm not going to make him sleep on the couch because I love him and I would miss him. So yeah. I really like that dress. I think you look so good."

"Good enough to make his head spin?"

"Yeah. I think so," I murmured. "Definitely go with a mermaid for your hips and curves."

"I will. Or a bodycon or something tight," she agreed. She gave me a tired nod. "And I see your point I hear you. I just… I guess I'm selfish. I want him all to myself. And you. You know?"

"Yeah but now what? What should we do? He's a big puppy. He loves us so much. I really like how much this shows off your back."

"I think I'll get it. Your turn. Model for me," Weiss ordered. I grinned.

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-WG