A/N: Hey guys! So good news, I'm not dead! I know i know, please save your applause. As you can tell from my past actions, I don't normally put authors notes with out a meaning (of some importance) in them. So what could it be here? I wonder...

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The basic gist of it is this GO READ MY LAST AUTHORS NOTE! You know, the one I gave an entire chapter to. It is VERY important. Other than that, I've got nothing. Please enjoy.

POV: Blake Belladonna.

I was startled out of my nap by my partner, Yang, jumping onto my bed. Again. "Look Yang, I know you want to be around me and all, but can't a girl take a nap?"

"Sorry Kitty, didn't know you were asleep." She says. When I lift my head to peer at her I notice that she is sitting cross legged in the corner of the bed. A sense of Deja Vu comes over me. "Has she done this before? I'm not sure. Probably." "But we need to talk."

I sigh. "What is it Yang?" I say as I look angrily at her.

"Well, I mentioned that I really like you. Remember?"

"Yes Yang. I remember. Why are you bringing this up?" I ask, my irritation quickly becoming concern. "Is something wrong?" She looks rather down about what she is about to say.

"I want you to know that, while these feelings are not gone... I have found someone else that I have these same feelings for. While you also had Ren. So I say, let's try this. You date Ren, or at least ask him. And I'll ask the other one I have feelings for. We'll give that a try and if they don't work out, then we have each other. How does that sound?"

I'm astounded. Not because Yang came up with that idea. But because it makes sense. "Wow Yang. You came up with an idea that makes sense, good for you. If I agree, can I go back to sleep?"

"Unfortunately Kitty, I let you sleep too long. Our partners mission starts in a half hour."

"What?!" I shout as I leap from the bed and bolt to the bathroom. "Yang, get my cloths as I take this shower. That's the only way I'll be ready in time." I don't wait for a answer and I flip the water to warm, it only has three settings, and undress. I step into the shower to the sound of Yang laughing her ass off. "What's so funny?!" I shout from the bathroom.

"I was kidding, you have two hours. I was trying to get you up so you could ask Ren out before we left. Enjoy your shower, Kittycat." I hear the dorms door slam. "I'm gonna kill her."

POV: Weiss Schnee.

"My arms feel dead." That training with Ruby wore me out. And I only learned part of the basics. The fucking basics! "Ruby." I say, remembering that Ruby said there was one last place we were gonna go. "Where are we off to next?"

She puts a finger to her chin. "Back to the dorm. You and I are gonna need an overnight bag and that last box that you have to open." I look over at Ruby confused.

"Last box? What is she... oh right!" I look sheepishly at Ruby. "Honestly, I had forgotten." She shakes her head and chuckles.

"Let's go while we have daylight. You don't wanna open your gift in the dark do you?" She smiles at me.

"Let's go then. Come on." She grabs my hand and begins to lead me back to the dorm. I let myself be dragged as one question appears in my mind. "Why an overnight bag?" "Ruby, why do we need an overnight bag?" I ask. Knowing she's just gonna say-

"It's a surprise Weiss. Now let's just go inside and get ready, okay?" I look around and see the door to our dorm. When did we..? Oh well.

"Okay Ruby, give me ten minutes and I'll be ready. For you, I don't know how long." I pull out my scroll and give it a wave. The door opens and allows me and Ruby to enter into the room. I turn and shut the door free me and Ruby enter. That's when we notice that the room is empty. "Ruby? Any idea where Yang and Blake are?" I ask my team leader.

"They had a partner's mission today. Remember?"

"Obviously not Ruby. If I had remembered would I have asked?"

"I guess not. So where is the box? I had a bag packed so I am ready."

I sigh inwardly. "Didn't I just tell you to give me ten minutes?" I sigh as I look at her and feign anger.

"Well you did, but to be honest I wasn't paying much attention to you at that moment." She says as she starts to blush and hide her face.

"Umm, the box is in the closet." Rolling my eyes I go to my bed and produce a backpack form underneath it. I open the large pouch and put my night-gown and a spare bra and pair of panties in my backpack and reach for a clean pair of pants and a shirt for the morning. "Ruby, how late do you plan on us arriving tomorrow? I would like to be back by noon. If that is acceptable."

"It is but I would have to cancel some of the plans I had made for tomorrow. Is that okay with you as well?" She says. I can tell that I just stabbed her in the heart and that I would make it worse if I told her that I wanted to cancel the plans. And I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't interested in these plans. So I decide to play along.

"No Ruby, please. Don't cancel anything." I say. "I'd very much like to see what you have planned." Ruby blushes and looks at the floor.

"It's not as glorious as it sounds." She says. "Umm... W-Weiss?" Ruby asks.

"What is it Ruby? Is there something you - MPH!" I'm cut off as Ruby puts her lips against mine in a loving embrace. My momentary surprise is replaced with desire as I begin to return my girlfriend's forward action. I just want to sit here for the rest of my life. Ruby, the girl I love, the one I have dreamed about since the day she she fell into my luggage. Right as our lips start to brush against each other's, I lose myself to the sensation and elation of having her acknowledge me through this glorified display of affection. I take my left arm and wrap it around her back, allowing my hand to press against the nape of her neck to draw her closer to me.

She reaches her other hand up and puts it on the back of my head, running. it through my hair. I falter in the kiss for a single moment as an idea pops into my head. But only for a second.

"But what if she rejects it? Again." I can't worry about that; not now. Steeling my small resolve, I run my tongue across the red-head's upper lip, grazing the soft, plush flesh to signal that I want in.

She hesitates. "Oh no! I messed up. She doesn't want to. What if she thinks I'm a pervert? I could lose my precious Ruby." But she decides to surprise me by cautiously moving her tongue closer to my lips, resuming the kiss.

I slide my tongue forward to meet hers. The tips touch gently, as if one wrong move will spoil the whole thing. They slowly begin to twirl and dance like we have been doing this our whole lives. From walking on eggshells, we delve deeper to explore our new method of affection. The two of us are complete novices, but our heartbeats, motions, and intentions all synchronize for us to trust in each other and want nothing more than to memorize every offered inch of each other.

Once we become more accustomed to the new sensation of our wet muscles against each other's, our battle for dominance begins. Our soft, hesitant embrace evolves into a battle between our tongues. Ruby makes every attempt to push the kiss into my mouth, but as the one who initiated this, I refuse to let her take control. Every attempt she makes at entry, I deny to the best of my ability. After each failed attempt I make my own counter to try invading her lips instead. Our aggressive tongue tango goes back and forth, neither of us offering ground or showing signs of letting up until a very important factor comes into play; both of us have managed to forget the basic human necessity of oxygen. I refuse to be the one to destroy our embrace, instead deciding to fight the burn within my capillaries to prolong our kiss for as long as possible. Unfortunately, my lungs are the first to admit defeat, forcing me to be the one to sever our embrace.

I finally pull away from Ruby. I pull away from her with heavy pants and parted lips. I can see the small bridge of saliva that links our tongues until it eventually dissipates with the growing distance between I take recognition that my breathing is dominating any other sound within the room, I take ample notice that Ruby is showing no signs of being winded.

"Ruby, how are you not even the slightest bit winded?" I ask.

"I'm a runner Weiss. I can't exactly run as much as I do if I can't keep up with how much air I need." She explains, then blushes. "Thank you, Weiss."

"For what Ruby?"

"Not pushing me away after I was so forward. Thank you." Her smile does what it's always done so effortlessly; it melts my heart and leaves me a slave to her simplistic elegance that helps construct who she is as a person.

"Oh, Weiss?" Ruby calls for me, disrupting my momentary daydream while I try to digest all that's happened thus far.

"Yes?" I divert my full attention into her precious, silver eyes, losing myself to her innocent gaze until she speaks up once more.

"I still I have one more thing I want to give you."