A/N: Greetings, I hope you enjoy the chapter. Please feel free to leave any thoughts in the reviews. I finished early. Figured it was close enough to Wednesday, so might as well update anyway.

Yang let out another exaggerated sigh and tossed dramatically on the bed; Doing her best to stare a hole through Weiss's head as she did. They'd been in the room for an hour. On time, with no detention, and Weiss decided she wanted to study. Yang didn't know why, or how, the snow haired woman could think that was the best idea. Or even a moderately good one.

The brawler had tried, of course, to occupy herself. She tried reading a book. That had lasted all of five minutes. She tried to study and it went disastrously as well. The blonde was certain that studying for the ten minutes she tried had actually made her dumber. She felt like she actively lost knowledge. So, she did the next sane thing. She tried to play a game. It had been mildly entertaining, until her girlfriend had thrown a book at her and told her to stop making noise.

That had been five minutes ago. Yang decided then to focus on solving the root of her problem. Said problem was currently leaned over a desk and furiously scribbling away at some unimportant notes. Actively ignoring the very important, not boring ass piece of paper, but super sexy girlfriend that had been making less than subtle hints for attention.

Yang knew that the woman could feel her staring. That the former heiress had felt her staring for the past, Yang glanced at her scroll, seven minutes. This was getting ridiculous. What did a girl have to do for some attention around here? She could step outside the room and have more attention in seconds than her own girlfriend had given her in an hour. It seemed that drastic measure must be taken. For Yang... Yang had a problem.

The blonde clambered off her bed and kicked off her school supplied shoes. Her blazer, vest and the red ribbon were soon piled on top of the shoes. Yang padded across the room, the hardwood floor was cold beneath her bare feet. She stopped directly behind the former heiress and waited for a long, quiet moment. Weiss continued to ignore her and flip through the books on her desk.

"Weiss," Yang began in a soft, innocent, definitely not annoyed voice. "You're my best friend, right?"

"So it would seem."

"One might even claim that you are perhaps, my girlfriend?"

"I've been told as much yes."

"It's could even be said that you are my partner, maybe even fiancée."

"Yes to both."

"So, being all of those things, you would find my problems important, right?"

"That is true, yes."

"In that case, Weiss, my love, my Snowflake... I have a problem."

"What problem would that be?"

"Do I really need to spell it out for you?"

"I believe it would be best if you did."

Yang leaned down slowly and looped her arms loosely over the former heiress's shoulders. She nuzzled into her partners neck, brushing light kisses against the pale skin. The sound of pen scratching on paper continued. Yang groaned in frustration and laid a trail of kisses up to Weiss's ear. She let out a slow breath as she caught the tip of her ear between her teeth. Finally, the infernal scratching came to a stop. The white haired woman in the chair shivered at the contact and let out a soft mewl of approval.

"Y-Yang... I get that you're bored but-" Weiss cut off with a soft gasp as Yang ghosted her tongue along the inner shell of her ear.

"Yang," she whispered the name in a sigh of desire. A cool hand cupped the nape of her neck, and Weiss pulled her into a kiss. Yang didn't think she'd ever get used to it, the kisses and the closeness. This wasn't their first kiss, or even their second, but Yang still melted into it. The familiarity of the action didn't breed complacency. The blonde didn't think she'd ever become complacent again.

She had before, with Blake. The fact that the intimate moments they had shared felt like distant memories of another life were proof. She had gotten used to kissing the Faunus, to having her by her side. Yang had taken it for granted. She would never make that mistake again. Weiss would be different. She already was if the brawler was honest with herself.

"Yang," Weiss began, her cool minty breath danced across Yang's skin. "Are you sure about this? I know we agreed to take things slowly again, and... it's been almost two months since we've... made love."

Yang straightened her back as the former heiress spoke. She loosed her girlfriends hair from its ponytail and began brushing her fingers through the white river of silk. The other woman leaned her head against Yang's stomach and let out a contented sigh. The brawler struggled to find words. It was true, that they hadn't been intimate. Not since the night before she'd gotten her prosthetic.

If she was honest, she hadn't been sure where the silent agreement had come from.

That was until about a month ago, when her teammate had made her confession. Yang knew, then, why they hadn't been together. Their relationship, if it could've been called that, had been on a razors edge. They'd both been hurting, so much. One had been going through the motions out of obligation; The other had been out of despair. That wasn't to say they didn't care for each other, that there wasn't love between them.

Yang had loved Weiss, and Weiss had loved her. But they hadn't given that a chance. She and Weiss had been using each other.

That had changed with the confession, with Weiss's ultimatum. She had been right and it still hurt to think about. They had come so close to losing each other. Yang hadn't even realized before, how much she was burying and hiding from, not just Weiss, but herself.

Yang remembered that night, as clear as day. Weiss curled up on her bed, pulling away from her touch. She could hear the snow haired woman's pained sobs, her cracking hollow voice as she shouted. Weiss had finally snapped and tried to end the farce that had been their relationship.

If it had truly been a farce though, they wouldn't be here now. Beneath the hurt and terror that Yang had been hiding behind, she did love Weiss. She loved the thought of what they could be. It was the thought that had held her back, it was terrifying. Loving Weiss had been the scariest thing she'd ever done. Because she didn't want to lose her, didn't want to lose what they had, the future they could have.

That terror had almost become a self fulfilling prophecy. She'd almost destroyed the precious gem that currently sat in front of her, humming contentedly as Yang massaged her scalp. She'd made Weiss think that she didn't love her, that she had been pining after Blake. So, she had to do the hardest thing she'd ever done. Yang opened up and told the truth. She let Weiss see her for what she was.

She had gathered up the woman who had given her everything, held her in her arms, and returned the favor. Yang had told Weiss the truth, about her mother, about her terror at being abandoned. Then she'd asked the woman to marry her, what a childish fool she was. Yang questioned the decision many times over the last month.

Yang may have been a lovesick, desperate teen a month ago, when she proposed. But now, as she looked down in the ice blue eyes of the woman she knew that she loved. As she took in that warm, honest smile. As she nuzzled into the cool pale hand that caressed her face. Yang knew, without a single doubt, that it hadn't been a mistake.

"Weiss," Yang breathed out the name of her girlfriend. Reverently, carefully she laid her hand over the one on her cheek. "I love you, Weiss Schnee." The light pink blush that filled the other woman's cheeks sparked a slow burst of warmth in the blonde's chest.

She held her ground, standing like a statue, as Weiss rose from her chair. She watched with bated breath as her girlfriend turned to face her. She followed the slender fingers as they unbuttoned the maroon blazer, followed by the brown vest. As she watched the clothes fall to the floor, Weiss stepped forward and took . The slender Huntress pressed against her, arms tucked between them. She captured Yang's eyes with a tender expression.

"I love you, Yang Xiao Long," the former heiress whispered, sounding almost breathless. Yang couldn't, wouldn't, resist the desire to kiss her girlfriend. A prosthetic hand found purchase on Weiss's hip and the other curved against a pale skin, her thumb ghosting over the smooth cheekbone. Enchanting blue eyes sparkled in the low lighting of the dorm. Yang couldn't help but smile at the sight. She leaned in and pressed their foreheads together.

"You know, I wouldn't call what we used to do 'making love'," Yang whispered softly, her eyes had drifted shut. She focused on the smell of mint, the feeling of cool skin, the sound of light breathing. Weiss tilted her head, pressing the tips of their noses together. The slender arms that had been stuck between the pair snaked around her neck. Weiss's smaller frame covered the distance, fitting against Yang's body.

"Well, what would you call-" Gentle lips pressed against the corner of her mouth. "-what we're about to do?"

A soft giggly laugh bubbled out of Yang's chest. The coy smile playing at Weiss's lips was too much. The warmth that had been building in her chest boiled over.

The giggle fit shortly devolved into full on laughter. Yang grasped the smaller woman's hips and lifted her off the ground. Weiss let out a squeak of shock, her eyes widening in surprise. Instinctively, her arms were around Yang's neck and her legs were locked around the blondes waist.

"Warn me next time!" Weiss exclaimed in her surprise. Her words didn't have any bite, Yang was sure, if that smile was to be believed. "You big oaf..." Weiss added in a gentler voice. Yang just grinned.

Heavy knocking on the door cut into the moment. Both women stiffened at the sudden noise. Nora's voice carried past the barrier, "Hey! Juniper and Cardinal are going out for a night of clubbing. We leave in an hour and a half. You're coming right?!" The final question was more of a thinly veiled threat.

It took Yang all of three seconds to make the decision for them both. "I'll have Ms. Schnee dressed and ready in short order boss!" She smiled back at the narrowed arctic eyes.

"That's what I like to hear! Whoo!" Nora's excited shouting was followed by the sound of a slamming door in the hall.

"Don't glare at me like that. We'll pick find time to pick 'this' back up later." Yang nuzzled into Weiss neck. "Let's get out of this room for a while."

"If I'm honest, a night on the town with you does sound rather pleasant..." There was a moments pause, followed by a long sigh. "Alright, if you insist. Just to be clear, I'll be dressing myself."

"Sir, Miss Nikos will be leaving for Vale shortly," Glynda stated with her usual stern countenance. She'd made the same announcement many times. It was good to see the girl still managing to make a life for herself. Well, not just herself, but the point remained.

"I see," came Ozpin's reply. The man in question was sitting in front of the large glass clock. He held his usual mug of hot chocolate, the glass resting tenderly in his lap. He still kept his cane with him at all times, the tool sat stretched across the arms of his wheelchair. "And who is accompanying her?"

That had been the deal they'd made. Pyrrha was allowed to freely visit Vale as long as she never went alone. Ozpin had been fairly certain that Salem wouldn't make another move for the Maiden anytime soon, but recent events had made him cautious. More cautious than usual at least. Glynda agreed of course, sometimes she thought that letting the girl leave the school grounds was too dangerous in and of itself.

Ozpin had been adamant in this course however. She knew he was right, Pyrrha may have been a Maiden, but she was still a girl. His further justification to Qrow and James had done little to ease worries, but it had been enough.

He had argued that if they tried to lock her away, Miss Nikos would grow tired of being the treatment and flee. Instead, he felt it was best to offer her some limited freedoms while she continued her training. Visits to the city, training missions in the relative area, all allowed on the promise that she stay with at least one teammate at all times.

"It seems that she's going 'clubbing' with the entirety of team Juniper and Cardinal." She approached the window. There was more information and he knew it. She came to a stop when she could see him clearly. His brown eyes moved from the window to meet her gaze. Satisfied, she continued, "They'll be accompanied by a certain troublesome duo."

That got a reaction out of him. Ozpin's eyebrows climbed and he took a long sip of his beverage. Something she'd learned he often did when he wanted to hide a smile. Her eyes narrowed. He turned his attention back to the horizon, feigning innocence.

The pair had been a true thorn in her foot, just as they had been last year. Except, instead of raising hell for Torchwick and the White Fang, they had been wreaking havoc on the campus. They were constantly in detention, always finding new ways to torment whatever poor student caught their ire, and by the Brothers, the noise complaints that came from their neighbors were just too much. The amount of times she'd had to assign detention for their notorious screaming matches... ugh, she was getting a headache just thinking about it.

"They're worse than team Strike had been Ozpin. That's just two of them. They even put Raven to shame. Please, remind me why they're still here?"

"Here I thought you enjoyed a challenge Glynda."

She came very close to grinding her teeth out of frustration. "Have you noticed that infirmary visits have almost doubled in the past month?" It was the truth, too. The Schnee girl had inadvertently sparked something of a revolution. The rather brutal display she had put on a month ago had managed to ignite an almost disturbing change in the students.

"I am. Trust me Glynda, I've seen the video feeds." Ozpin paused to take a sip of his beverage. "I fail to see how that is relevant to the current subject."

"I don't believe that for a second. You know exactly how it's relevant. A good chunk of those students are sent there by Miss Xiao Long personally." Glynda let out a huff of frustration and crossed her arms. "It's become something of a rite of passage, to challenge Miss Xiao Long. Among second years, only Pyrrha has actually won."

"Surely, your issue isn't with the students sparring among themselves?"

"Of course not. What I take issue with, is how they've been fighting. Ozpin, I've seen students bringing all manner of dirty tactics to the table. I've seen dirt in the eyes, sneak attacks from other students... There was even an instance of caltrops, Ozpin. Caltrops." She placed slow, heavy emphasis on the last word. It was quite frankly ridiculous. In all of her years teaching she'd never seen anything quite like it.

"The worst part though?" Glynda couldn't help the defeat in her voice. "Every fight plays out like a fight to the death. Eye gouging, hidden weapons, even low blows. I've tried my best to put an end to it, but the practice is just spreading. I've not had much issue with first years, but third and fourth? It's an absolute madhouse."

Ozpin finally met her gaze once again, sensing that she'd finished speaking. "What are they supposed to do, Glynda?" Of all the things she'd expected in response, that hadn't been it.

"What- Ozpin, what does that even mean?" Glynda was exasperated. "Surely, you aren't going to justify this behavior? We're training Huntsman and Huntresses, not wild animals. These are children th-"

"Are they? Can you really look at these students and still call them children, Glynda?" She was taken aback by the heat in his voice. Ozpin didn't snap like that, it just... didn't happen. "Because I can't. All I see when I look at them are survivors. War veterans. They aren't children anymore."

"I understand that bu-"

"Jaune Arc. Faked his transcripts to enroll. Never trained a day in his life before joining the academy. In the attack, he took an arrow to the shoulder and sacrificed a limb to score a devastating blow to Cinder Fall. His sacrifice saved this academy and my own life."

"Pyrrha Nikos. Put her very soul in danger, because she felt there was no choice. Three confirmed kills to her name. She'll spend the rest of her life hunted like an animal, and sharing her body with another woman."

"Weiss Schnee. Sacrificed her birth right and family to care for one woman. In the attack she was forced to make a decision between saving the lives of multiple civilians or a single student. In the end she made the call that we taught her to make, one huntress is worth more than many civilians. She'll carry the guilt of their deaths for the rest of her life."

"Ruby Rose. Prodigious talent recruited by myself two years early. Suffered a near fatal wound saving the life of one Roman Torchwick. Through her action, the criminal found courage to turn on Cinder Fall, saving countless lives by disabling hostile machines and killing the Dragon."

"Make no mistake Glynda. We aren't training children any longer. These are warriors, soldiers, Hunters. They've stared death in the eye and stood strong," Ozpin paused to take a deep breath. The mug in his hand trembling, likely from adrenaline. "We should be embracing their methods, helping them in their chosen path. They've learned far earlier than they should've that the world is not fair. So why should they be?"

Silence fell across the pair as the stern woman considered the words. He wasn't wrong, she supposed. The students had been different this year. She'd expected it, but hadn't been able to put her finger on what it was that had changed. Everything had been relatively subdued when compared to earlier years.

Even the year before had been full of energy and life. The older students still found a space for playfulness and shenanigans. It was the same every year before this one. It was just the way of things when you were training to be a Huntsman or Huntress. It's an exciting and adventurous life, that vitality was always bright in their students.

The change in the returning students hadn't been exactly overt. There were still the usual excessively rowdy students of course, but even then it's like their hearts weren't really in it. Maybe it had always been obvious and she was just blind.

That didn't seem to be the truth though. She had noticed the issues and tried to help. No, Ozpin, as usual, hit the nail on the head.

Glynda had been treating them like children still. Like the effervescent young adults that they should be. Children would've bounced back from the attack with much more force. Children are remarkably durable in their mental capacities. She just wasn't dealing with children any more. They had witnessed death and failure on a scale that no one should at their age.

"You're right, of course. They really aren't children anymore." Glynda pushed up her glasses and sighed. It hurt to admit it, to face the truth. The attack should never have been allowed to happen. "We failed them, didn't we?"

After a brief pause, Ozpin replied, "Yes, we did. That's why I had to bring those two back. They were in a free fall to a very dark place." He pulled his eyes from the window, to meet her gaze. "I refuse to let our failures ruin these students."

"If you don't mind my asking, what are your plans for them?" She saw him wince at her words. It was as if she had struck the headmaster. He looked away and took a long drink from his mug.

"Have I really fallen so far? That your first thought is that I have plans and manipulations for our broken students?"

"I don't blame you Ozpin. We have a duty, a duty that we have to put first."

"Do we? Is it really worth it? Miss Xiao Long's mother left because of the duty I gave her. Summer Rose died in a mothers attempt to protect her children from the demons I revealed to her. Countless lives lost in this ridiculous war." Ozpin's hands were shaking as he clutched at the glass in his hands. "All I've ever wanted is what's best for humanity. How many more will I send to their deaths, how many more families will I ruin in pursuit of that goal?"

Glynda knelt down and placed her hands over his. "You can't take all of the blame for this," she said in a soft voice. His brown eyes were full of grief as he met her gaze. "Ozpin, this is a war of Salem's choosing. If she wins, there will be no one left. The fight is hard but necessary."

Ozpin let out a heavy sigh and rubbed at his eyes with one hand. He froze mid movement and a slow smile began to spread across his face. "Glynda... it's Friday correct?" She agreed with some trepidation. "Well, then, I know exactly what we need to do. How do you feel about being a designated driver?"

Hei Xiong, better known as Junior, had started his day with a smile. Life was relatively good for the criminal. At some point, the city had finally settled back down into a predictable daily life. Predictable was good, great even. With that crazy bitch Cinder dead, everything had become business as usual for the criminal underworld of Vale.

He'd had a successful negotiation with a larger family just before opening time at The Club. It had been a relatively peaceful evening, and profitable. They'd seen an especially busy day. Junior was determined that nothing would ruin his evening.

That was until Blondie had arrived. That had been quite the scare. He hadn't thought he'd be seeing her again. The only saving grace was that she had come dressed for pleasure, not business. He'd momentarily thought about getting some revenge. Having his boy's jump her while she was unarmed seemed much more likely to succeed.

Then the rest of her entourage came in and the fleeting thoughts of vengeance died a quick death. Junior had kept his ear to the ground. He knew at least something about most of the student group that came in. Pyrrha Nikos, Weiss Schnee, Jaune Arc... All very big names, and very dangerous. That would have been fine. He could handle Huntsmen and Huntresses, this was Vale after all. The Club had played host to many a dangerous individual.

But all good things must end, and seeing the headmaster and deputy headmaster enter after the students was exactly that. The end to his good night. The headmaster may have been in a wheelchair, but no one would argue against him being the single most dangerous person on the continent. Now he was here, in Junior's club. Skipping town started to sound like a very, very good idea.

The deputy headmaster, Glynda Goodwitch, had approached him and made clear their intention. The large group were here to party, have fun and blow off some steam. She'd all but stated that she knew his position as a crime boss. With a thinly veiled threat, she gave him a card. She'd made request of a table space large enough for the twelve people and ordered that any purchases be made using the provided card.

Junior made it this far by knowing when to keep his head down. He liked to think he was a smart man. So he did the only thing a sane man would do in his position. Exactly what was asked of him.

-one hour later-

"Come on Oz!" Yang cheered as the Jaune made the countdown to start. "Kick his butt!"

"You can do it Cardin!" Pyrrha cheered, joined by team Cardinal.

Yang did her best to be the loudest of the cheering group. They were all watching intently as Cardin and Ozpin stared each other down. There was almost a surreal quality to the night. Who had ever heard of their headmaster joining in for a night on the town? She couldn't really complain. He'd put the tab on his own account after all. No one was going to say no to free alcohol tonight.

Although, she didn't have a single clue as to how it was said headmaster who'd made it to the finals. They'd arranged a shotgun tournament to kick off the night right. It had been Cardin and Ozpin who'd made it to the finals. It'd be their third can of the night, and it was neck and neck so far.

Yang favored Ozpin, mainly because he'd been the one to beat her out. So if the man lost to Cardin, it'd be a loss by proxy. She'd never be able to live down any kind of loss to that particular team leader. He'd gloat forever.

With a slap of his hand on the table, Jaune shouted, "Begin!"

The two enemies moved with the grace and speed of true Huntsmen. To an untrained eye, the cans on the table would have simply disappeared and instantly reappeared at the mouths of the two men. Silence settled over the table for all of three seconds.

Ozpin was the first to slam his can down with the biggest grin she'd ever seen. Cardin followed suit a full second after. The table erupted in cheers. Even if they'd voted against the man, everyone could respect a clean victory. And a clean victory it was as Ozpin only dabbed away a drop of the alcohol that had managed to escape.

"Yang," Weiss whispered by her ear, just barely audible over the pulsing music. "This is the most irresponsible thing I've ever seen. Why am I deeply impressed?"

"Because Snowflake, we all just got out drank by our headmaster. Irresponsible or not, that. Is. Awesome."

"Speaking of irresponsible," Weiss nibbled gently at Yang's earlobe. A soft rumble of pleasure rose from the brawlers chest. "First you leave me needy to come clubbing, then you wear this dress?" The party had been so short notice that they'd both had to reuse their dresses from the Vytal Festival dance. "It's not nice to tease your girlfriend like that, you big brute."

Yang bit her lip to try and hold back the noises that threatened to bubble out. Beneath the table, Weiss's hand discretely slid up her inner thigh. She hadn't seen Weiss drink before but after a couple mojito's, the woman had become very affectionate. The blonde wasn't about to complain, her girlfriend knew how to be discrete.

Or so she thought! Yang sucked in a breath as slender fingers pressed between her thighs. She hoped desperately that the heat in her face would be seen as the glass of whiskey sour she'd been nursing at work. Weiss leaned her head on Yang's shoulder and scooted her chair closer. "Weiss!" She hissed out softly. Yang grasped her lover's forearm lightly. "What are you doing?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," came the innocent reply. "This definitely isn't revenge for leaving me so desperate earlier." Luckily the rest of the table were too animated to notice their quiet conversation. Yang struggled to suppress another gasp of pleasure as the former heiress pressed into her core through the fabric of her underwear. She knew that it was a bad idea, that she needed to stop her girlfriend. But her treacherous body didn't want to comply.

She turned her head and hid her face in Weiss's hair. The brawler was panting softly as her girlfriend continued her ministrations. She could feel her legs trembling, she ached to spread them open, to give her girlfriend better access. "Weiss. The-there are so many people around." Yang's voice came out in a soft, desperate whine.

"Do you want me to stop?" Weiss asked, lifting her head to meet Yang's gaze. The fingers that had been driving her crazy stopped, but didn't pull away. Her lover's pale face was flushed, Yang didn't know if it was from desire, alcohol, or both. Her ice blue eyes were half lidded as she leaned her forehead against Yang's. "Just say the word, my love and I will. You know that."

Yang nuzzled into her girlfriends neck and pressed a soft kiss to her exposed throat. She leaned back up and murmured in the pale woman's ear, "No, I really don't want you to stop. I want you. Weiss, I'm trembling because I need you so badly." She paused to take a shaky breath. "But we need to wait until we get home, Snowflake. I don't want to do something we might both regret later. Especially with Ozpin here, the man sees everything."

Weiss let out a soft sigh of defeat and replied, "I know you're right." The pale Huntress kissed at her jawline. "It's just been so long, and the alcohol isn't helping."

"Tell me about it." Yang breathed in a heady whisper.

-two hours later-

Pyrrha lifted her now empty margarita glass towards the ceiling. "Then I said- I said- I said, my name ish Pyrrha Nikos! You-You attacked my school and hurt my-" She paused to hiccup. "-friends. Prepare to die." A loud round of cheering rose from the table.

Pyrrha felt a big grin pull at her cheeks and she was vaguely aware of her face being very warm.

I can't believe you're actually drunk. I can barely feel anything.

"Well, Amber," Pyrrha replied under her breath with a giggle. "I think- I- I think your jealush." Then louder shec continued, "Sho there we was, me and Shinder. Staring at eeshother. Jaune was- he was- he was injerd and Oshpin was too. Then she- she attacked. It was- like- a really bad idea."

Pyrrha wavered unsteadily in her spot, the warrior stood in a crouch on her chair as she told her story. "Then we... we uh... we fought. And it was- it was super scary but also kind of cool? There was all thish magic shtuff hap- happening. Shinder was really tough. She almosht won." Pyrrha paused and a distant look took over her gaze. She seemed almost sober suddenly.

Pyr, you alright?

"I almost had her, but she... she threatened to hurt Jaune again... So I 'surrendered', tossed my weapon to the side. Got down on my knees... the look on her face, she was so sure that she had won. It was like she'd just been handed the world on a plate." Pyrrha nursed the cup of alcohol in her hands, pausing to down the rest of the glass.

She reached up with a hand and touched the burn scar etched into her face. "When she touched me and the pain started, I summoned my spear back. It pierced through her ribs, it came out just in front of her opposite shoulder. The look in her eyes at the end... She was surprised, absolutely stunned. I don't think it even registered as real before she died."

It was always visceral image when she thought about it. The wide eyed shock, Cinder shallow gasps fading to bubbling gurgles. Pyrrha could almost smell the sickening scent of burned flesh. The adrenaline kept her conscious through the intense pain in her face. She could clearly see the moment when the light faded from Cinder's eyes. It was a quick death, mercifully short.

It bothered her that she sometimes wished it hadn't been, that the black haired bitch had suffered more. Though she was confident that it was an effect of Amber's emotion... she hoped it was.

Silence sat heavy on the table, but light was quick to return to Pyrrha's eyes. She smiled brightly at those around the table. Until she spotted Jaune on the dance floor with Ren and Nora. Something about him looked extra kissable right then. She sat her empty glass down, gathered her confidence, and struck out on a journey to her man. She expertly weaved through the crowd as she went.

To Glynda's eyes Pyrrha had unsteadily lowered herself from the chair she'd stood on, dropped her glass on the ground, and stumbled through the dancing crowd. She shoved people out of her way and stumbled over moving feet. By some miracle she made it to Jaune without falling.

The deputy headmistress rubbed at her temples with a heavy sigh. How had she let Ozpin convince her this was a good idea? Speaking of the man, he was currently sitting beside Miss Xiao Long who had Miss Schnee draped across her lap. Very improper, but she couldn't be bothered to call attention to it. They were joined by Thrush and Bronzewing, and a pair of twins that girls that she didn't recognize.

Glynda took a chair beside Ozpin and listened to the conversation as it resumed. The students were quick to bounce back from the horror story, too quick. It bothered her but then wasn't the time to bring it up. Instead she handed the headmaster the water she'd gone after and relaxed in her chair. Pyrrha would surely be fine with her team. Ren had barely touched alcohol and Miss Valkyrie seemed to have a bottomless stomach.

"We-we almost got you that one time Yang." Russel laughed as he nursed a glass of water. "You were totally unprepared for me to rush in like that."

"You mean when you cheated," Weiss replied turning up her nose, but a playful smile sat on her face. "It's a good thing I was ready then. It looked like it hurt when you slammed into my ice wall."

"Ugh! Don't remind me. I didn't even have my aura up to take the brunt of that. I had a killer headache and had to go to the infirmary."

Dove started laughing at the thought. "Man that was pretty hilarious. You did ask for it bro."

"Anything goes in a fight, right Miltia?" The girl in white stated with a confident grin directed at Yang.

"I agree, Melanie," Miltia, the twin in red replied. "Trying to be honorable will only get you killed."

"That's not necessarily true," Ozpin added, sipping at his own water. "Honor can bring respect and set a good image of yourself for others."

Yang shrugged and hugged the woman in her lap closer. "What does that matter? Mom was a kind and caring person. But that kindness didn't bring her home. I have a promise to keep. No trick is too dirty if it means I make it home to the people I love." The students around the table lifted their glasses and made statements of agreement.

Ozpin was right, Glynda thought. They really have changed. Ozpin met her gaze, and he seemed to be thinking the same thing she was. Well, maybe they were right, she supposed as she looked out across all of her students. If they're willing to go as far as they had, maybe embracing that drive was for the best. There would be little doubt that this would be the most dangerous group of Huntsmen and Huntresses they'd trained so far.

Was that what they wanted to release on Remnant though? A group of extremely dangerous Huntsmen, willing to use any means necessary to crush their enemies? Maybe that's what they would be if left to their own devices. If the professors were to embrace this way of doing things, they could still help their students learn the line between survival and going too far. There were some lines that just shouldn't be crossed.

"Well, that's enough serious conversation for tonight. Yang, you brute, come dance with me. Jaune is tearing up the dance floor, and I plan to put him to shame before I get too drunk to stand."

Following the advice of Weiss, the rest of the students fled to the dance floor. The twins left with Dove and Russel. Glynda watched with a smile as her students let loose. It was refreshing to see them enjoying themselves again.

-three hours later-

Yang grabbed desperately at the handle to their dorm room. Weiss was draped across her body, pressing the blonde against the wall. Her hand grasping at the brawlers breast, kneading and massaging. She left a trail of hot, wet kisses along her jawline. Yang was barely standing. Between the dizziness of her drunken state and the heady need aching in her core, it was a wonder she had enough coherency to get into the room.

By the grace of the Gods, they had left the door unlocked. As it swung inward, Weiss wasted no time in dragging her girlfriend into the room. She pushed the blonde towards a bed and kicked the door shut. The brawler stumbled backwards as Weiss stalked towards her. She worried the woman would pounce and take them both down to the floor. The bed sounded like a much better idea. Soft and comfy, not cold and hard.

She paused when the back of her legs pressed against the bed frame. She watched with bated breath as her girlfriend closed the distance. The woman had managed to remain patient until they'd made it back to the dorm room. Now that they had privacy, Yang was desperate to surrender herself to the smaller girl.

Weiss freed her hair from its ponytail and tossed her accessories on to the other bed. She stopped only inches from Yang and stared into her lavender eyes. The blonde shivered with anticipation as her lover grasped her hips. "Yang," Weiss began with an almost breathless whisper. "I want you. Tell me I can finally have you."

Yang smiled and prayed she didn't look as nervous as she felt. "I'm all yours, Weiss." She let the snow haired woman peel off her white halter top dress. The blonde sucked in a breath as the cool air of their room pressed in against her bared skin. Darkened eyes slowly, methodically took in the sight of her almost completely naked form.

Weiss gingerly touched her skin, fingers gliding across her flesh as carefully as if she were glass. A soft gasp of pleasure escaped her lips as Weiss's exploring fingers pressed against her molten core. Arctic eyes focused on her lips then flicked up to her eyes. Another noise of desire rumbled out of her chest at the expression on the former heiress's face.

She looked like a predator, her eyes a hungry void of desire. "Mine." The single word made the brawler's heart skip a beat. An electric bolt of desire struck from her chest through her stomach.

"Yours," she agreed with a soft cry of pleasure. The lithe fingers began to tease at her through the black fabric of her panties. She collapsed at the mixture of pleasure and dizziness of her drunken state. She shifted on the bed, until she was propped up on the pillows. The angle gave her a perfect view to watch the snow haired woman slip out of her own dress.

Yang rubbed her thighs together, desperately trying to build friction. The burning need in her below her stomach sat like a fog across her thoughts. Everything faded from her mind, the only thing of importance was the fire in her depths and the lover the stoked it.

She watched with anticipation as Weiss moved onto the bed. Her lover had gained more muscle since she'd joined in on Yang's training. Her stomach was lightly defined, no longer a completely smooth surface. She could see the faint ripples of muscle in the woman's arms as she climbed the blonde's body.

Her focus fell on the gentle curvature of her lover's breasts. She reached out with one hand to ghost her fingers across the mound. A soft sigh drew her eyes up, to the face of her lover as she hovered above. White hair fell around them like a silk curtain. Yang's vision was consumed by lidded blue eyes, then darkness as her eyes drifted shut. She pressed into the kiss, the warm lips, the taste of alcohol on her lover's tongue.

Yang was barely aware of her hands moving, massaging, twisting and pinching. The gasping moans vibrating from the woman atop her was more important. The sound of Weiss's pleased, desperate cries were a consuming aphrodisiac. She could feel wet heat pressing into her thigh shifting, pressuring.

The blonde had enough of her wits left to want more. She reached down with a hand, fingers gliding across smooth skin, then through soft curls. The woman atop of her collapsed as the brawlers fingers slid into her burning folds. The fog in her mind thickened as Weiss reciprocated.

Hot kisses on her throat added to the fire between her legs. Yang needed more. She pressed inside of the woman. A cry vibrated against her throat, the sound of her name filled the room. Desperate fingers grasped at her shoulders. Wet lips captured her own in a wild passionate kiss that left her sore and swollen. The brawler's ministrations grew in frantic pace along with the wildly bucking hips above her. She knew something was happening. She could almost taste it. So close.

Then Weiss went stiff, Yang could feel her lips parted in a silent cry. Fingers dug into her shoulders almost painfully. The woman shivered and jerked, and the blonde retained enough sense to slowly ease her ministrations to a stop.

It felt like it lasted for hours, her lover stiff and breathless, until her body collapsed in a sweaty gasping mess. The moments after were filled with tender kisses that peppered her cheeks, jaw, lips. Weiss whispered out tender words of love and appreciation.

Yang was all too eager to soak them in, to wrap her arms around her lover and return the kisses. The melting ache in her core momentarily forgotten as she basked in her lovers afterglow. The feeling of soft hands running through her hair, the only person she'd ever allow to do it. She looked into the pale blue eyes of her partner. Warmth filled those eyes, replacing the heady desire that had been there moments ago.

"My turn," Weiss teased. Just like that the burning ache hit the blonde with full force.

The fog of desire settled back over her mind. The molten desire had spread from her core and burned through her veins. She gasped as a warm trail of kisses were laid. Trailing down her throat, past her collarbone. Pleasure was her world and she remained only faintly aware of her lover.

She knew that she was gasping and moaning. The her body writhed and bucked desperately. Begging. Needing.

Weiss's lips had found purchase on her breast, wrapped around her sensitive nipple. Each flick of her tongue buried Yang's mind beneath another wave of want. She felt fingers slip beneath the waistband of her panties. The moment that those fingers slipped into her folds, brushing over the bundle of nerves, Yang was gone.

Her body moved on instinct, a slave dancing to the tune of her lovers choosing. She was so close, she could feel the dam in her center buckling. The fingers teasing and toying with her disappeared, the mouth driving her mad followed. Her lover was playing with her, bringing her so close and leaving her wanting. It was cruel, ruthless. She cried out her lover's name, begged for more, she needed more.

She felt movement and her eyes fluttered open. Where did Weiss go? Why did she stop? Yang eyes drifted down the bed.

Oh.

OH!

Arctic eyes watched from between her legs. They held her captive even as the snow haired woman pulled off the last of her clothing, tossing the black fabric to the floor. Yang was shaking from anticipation. She knew what was coming, and it couldn't happen fast enough.

"Please," she managed to gasp out. "Weiss, I need you. Please." She felt fingers dancing through her curls. She held that devilish gaze, aware of the playful smile on her lovers face. The smile disappeared as the woman lowered herself. The ice blue eyes flicked down to her soaked core. Yang was enchanted by the instant darkening of Weiss's eyes, the flared pupils. The blonde reached out, running her calloused fingers through the long white hair.

Yang's eyes screwed shut as hot breath blew across her skin. Her head tossed and her back arched at the first soft kiss. It wouldn't take long. She was a shaking, twitching mess. Her hips lifted as a warm tongue began dancing in her heat. She called out her lovers name once more. She tried to beg, but her breath caught in her throat.

She grasped at the bed sheets with her prosthetic. Her other hand tangled through silken hair, holding the woman close. She couldn't take any more teasing. Her hips rose higher of their own accord. She let out another cry at the sharp pleasure of suctioning lips.

The other woman paused and Yang almost screamed in frustration. She looked down finding a worried gaze. Oh. Weiss was nervous. It struck her this was their first time going so far.

"Weiss. My love," Yang gasped out, stroking her fingers desperately through the pure white hair. "Don't stop again, ple-" She jerked with a surprised gasp as a finger pressed inside of her. Pale blue eyes silently demanded she hold the gaze. The brawler obliged, gladly. There was something deeply intimate, about the look they shared as Weiss pushed her to the brink. It took moments for the dam to break.

Yang had been building up to this for hours. Since Weiss's first teasing touch at the club. She'd been desperate for hours, but it was the vulnerability of the moment that pushed her over. She stared into the caring eyes until the pleasure boiled over and her vision went dark.

She felt her muscles stiffen, her head toss back, her spine arch. Her lips parted but she couldn't tell if she made a sound. White hot pleasure flooded her veins. It was like her blood had turned into liquid fire. Nothing existed but the flooding pleasure. It dragged on for eternity, but was still over too soon.

As she came down, her senses returned to fill the void the fading pleasure left behind. Weiss had crawled back up and nestled into the nook of her arm. Her lover watched her with what she could only describe as awe. Soft fingers stroked her cheek with a careful tenderness. Yang felt a different warmth bloom in her chest and she pulled Weiss closer. A small smile pulled her girlfriends lips up.

"That was amazing Yang," she whispered. "Did you know you screamed for me?" Weiss nuzzled into her neck as the brawler pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head.

"Weiss," Yang breathed out with a tired giggle. "I love you... I want you to know that." She paused and buried her face in the silken hair. The former heiress still smelled faintly of her honey scented conditioner. "I'll never forget that moment... when I came for you."

The slender form draped across her shivered at the words. "Neither will I... I love you, Yang Xiao Long," the words were a dreamy whisper. "Good night, my big brute..."

"Good night, Snowflake."