A man awakes to find himself unable to move. Though he instinctively panics for a moment, he realizes it's because a certain snow-haired woman was currently lying on top of his arm. His mind becomes clearer as he remembers the life-changing experience he and Weiss shared last night. They had sex and then fell asleep in bed together. Best of all, nobody knew; her family believed her to be in her dorm, and RWBY assumes she'll be home sometime this afternoon, dropped off by a butler. The two are free to do whatever, but for now, it's more than enough to snuggle Weiss as she drifts awake.
"Hmm?" Weiss mumbles, eyes opening to an unfamiliar wall. She also panics upon realizing she wasn't at home, but also quickly realizes that everything was more than fine.
"Sweetie?" Weiss says, trying to look behind her. You reassure her with a touch.
"I'm here."
"Okay," Weiss says, sweetly. She shuffles back a bit, moving closer to her boyfriend and making it easier for him to hug her. "What do you want to do now?"
Using his Semblance, the man pulls his phone over to him. Checking the time, he sees it's just past 11; he sees no reason to do anything, so he says, "Why don't we just stay here a little while?"
"I'd like that."
The man and Weiss stay in bed, silently sharing each other's body warmth as they close their eyes again and rest. They share few words, but none are really necessary, and most were said just from the circumstance. What happens now? What does all this mean? Where do we go from here? The answer to all of those were simply, "We're in love," and the rest comes naturally. Practically, nothing really changes, especially because there wouldn't be too many opportunities to have sex anyway; both the man and Weiss have three roommates each, and Weiss would never settle for any location without a bed and plenty of privacy. A new step was taken, but, to the outside world, nothing will change.
Eventually, Weiss decides to get up. She turns around fully, gives a kiss on the nose, and heads to the kitchen. The man decides to stay in bed just a little longer while Weiss starts to make breakfast; she's mentioned wanting to practice cooking, and he has faith she can figure out eggs.
After throwing on a shirt, the man joins Weiss in the kitchen as she mixes together a few eggs. He notices a mess of shells and a few dollops of yolk around the counter, clueing him in that Weiss still had poor cooking skills. Despite that, he was excited to sit down and eat breakfast with his scantily-clad girlfriend; despite having her suitcase readily available, Weiss didn't bother changing out of the t-shirt. It hung well off her shoulder, exposing her shoulder, though she didn't care. He hears a quiet hum as Weiss works, the pleasant tune adding in to the sound of cooking.
Weiss interrupts her quiet song to ask, "So I just wait until it sort of gathers together, right?"
"Yeah, if you want to do scrambled." Looking over Weiss' shoulder, the man sees a fluffy looking mass of yellow mess, though parts were in danger of burning if Weiss didn't mix them around. "Here, let me," he says, wanting to instruct Weiss without being reductive to her efforts.
Just as the man grabs the pan and a spatula to mix up the scrambled eggs, there's a knock at the door. Weiss says, "Oh, I'll get that." He accepts this and starts flipping different sections of egg before he pauses. He suddenly realizes there was something he was forgetting; Weiss coming back early had caused something to slip the mind, but he wasn't sure what. In the muddle of the morning, Weiss also has a lapse of judgment, seeing as she was rather underdressed to answer the door.
It hits the man. He figures out what he forgot thanks to Weiss throwing his schedule out of whack. He also figures out that that meant Weiss should definitely not answer the door; snapping his head to the side, he attempts to raise a voice as he dashes to the door, only to find it too late.
"Hello, would you… like… some… thing…" Weiss says, trailing off as it becomes clear who was at the door. A long silence presents itself as the man watches Weiss blink, failing to process what was going on.
A moment passes, followed by lots of screaming.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?"
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?"
"WHAT ARE YOU WEARING!?"
"WHAT ARE YOU WEARING!?"
"OH, MY GOD! OH, MY GOD! OH, MY GOD!"
"OH, MY GOD! OH, MY GOD! OH, MY GOD!"
Weiss slams the door on Blake, who is standing in the apartment hall wearing a maid outfit. Mixed in with her bow was a frilly headpiece with a flower attached and a few ribbons on it. Around her neck was a choker, which helped to frame some pretty substantial cleavage from her top; something about the white chest section brought to attention that Blake had much larger breasts than previously thought. The rest of the top was just as frilly and cutesy as one would expect, complete with extra poofy sleeves. The thing that stood out the most was how unbelievably short the skirt was; you 100% understand the reason less refined men would get handsy, considering it looks like merely bending over would expose Blake's panties. The idea that a reasonably tall woman could work in such a short skirt fills the man with ideas that were better left for a time when Weiss wasn't right next to him. The fact that her pillowy thighs were further enhanced by high socks only added to the appeal of her lower half. Blake looks like every man's dream were they to think of a maid fantasy, and she was also at the front door.
Despite how hot Blake looks in her maid outfit, it comes with a slew of problems. First and foremost, Blake is at the apartment in a maid outfit. Second, Blake not only saw Weiss in the apartment before she was supposed to be home, she saw her wearing your t-shirt and nothing else; she could only have gotten better evidence of last night's fun if she had been there herself. Blake now 100% knows that the man and Weiss have had sex, which was supposed to be a secret. Third, Weiss has zero idea why any of this is going on. He planned on returning to the dorms today, so he scheduled Blake to come by to clean after she lost to Yang in Savage Streets. It completely slipped the mind thanks to Weiss showing up and it was way too late now.
Trying to think of how to proceed, the man taps a trembling Weiss on the shoulder and says, "Why don't you put some clothes on?" Without a word, Weiss nervously shuffles to his room, closes the door, and starts getting dressed. When he hears the lock click, he opens the door to Blake covering her face with her hands, ignoring the coat in her arms.
"Oh, my god, what just happened?" Blake says, pacing back and forth trying to put on a large coat to hide away the maid outfit. When you open the door, she hurries in after looking towards the end of the hall. Yang no doubt dropped her off, and now both were worried the blonde would pop her head around the corner any second. If SHE found out he had Weiss spent the night together, he has no idea how much she'll drill him about it. Thankfully, the only way to convince Blake to go through with the whole she thing was that Yang couldn't come and watch. She got to see Blake in the outfit and drive her here, but she couldn't be part of the mess.
Thinking quickly on how best to settle everything, the man says, "First off, don't tell Yang any of this. Don't tell anyone about any of this, at least not yet."
Blake relaxes and takes a seat on a chair arm next to the bedroom door. "Oh, this is awkward… I didn't think she'd be back until later!"
"Neither did I, honestly. She counted on that, but then I forgot all about you… coming over." The man fails to gloss over Blake's very sexually appealing outfit. Even sitting down with the coat on, her skirt shows all too much and not enough; it wasn't helping that the Faunus was currently nervously rubbing her thighs together.
Looking off to the ground, Blake whispers, "Oh, not now, not now…" Her crimson face refuses to make eye contact. She continues fidgeting, her body refusing to settle. After a moment of quiet noise, Weiss unlocks the bedroom door and walks out, fully dressed but still in a fit of embarrassment.
Now that it was time to explain everything, the man pulls up a chair and takes a breath. "Okay… where to start…" Seeing as there was no denying it, he looks at Weiss and nods his head to Blake. "So, Weiss, Yang and Blake made a bet the other day. Whoever lost had to clean my apartment wearing a maid outfit; I don't– does she know about your job?"
Weiss thinks, then looks at Blake. "Oh, right, yes. I… don't think you mentioned that that was your uniform. To me, at least…"
Blake pipes up, "Yeah, I told her it was a den of sexists and the outfit was demeaning. I VERY intentionally didn't say specifics. Yang only knew because she followed me one day because I desperately needed a ride and kept badgering me about what I was doing." She shuffles on the arm seat, uncomfortable with everything. "Yang brought up the outfit for a bet, and, like an idiot, I agreed. We picked today because he planned on leaving for the dorms."
Weiss lets out a huff. "Yes, that does sound like Yang. It wouldn't even fit her– oh, that also sounds like Yang. Honestly, sometimes with her."
"I completely forgot to tell you about all this. It happened the day before yesterday, and you popped up before I could text you. I promise that the outfit is more for Yang's benefit than mine."
"Oh, yeah, don't worry about that," Blake says, rubbing her thumbs. "I'm wearing shorts under this skirt," she continues, lifting up her miniskirt in a very implicative manner to reveal a pair of black booty shorts. Though they cover her lower half, they were still very enticing to look at, helped greatly by the thigh highs. "Yeah, I wore these working, but hell if they don't do the tease well." Realizing she was kinda-sorta flashing the man and Weiss, she throws her skirt down, blushing.
"I believe that," Weiss says, a bit taken aback by the sight of her teammate's thighs. She tries to figure out if she should look at Blake, again rubbing her legs together. "You did say you were going to clean as part of staying here, right?"
"Yeah, though in a better world, Yang would have done it while he and I watched. Be thankful I made it clear she wasn't allowed to come along and gloat."
Weiss' eyes open wide, considering the possibility. "Oh, my god, I can't imagine what it would be like if Yang was here… Well, thank you for losing, I guess."
"I'm just a saint, aren't I?" Blake says, furrowing her eyebrows. Deciding to turn it around on Weiss, she says, "So… considering what you were wearing a moment ago, is it safe to assume you two–"
"–Yes," Weiss says, firmly refusing to let Blake finish the sentence. "Do NOT mention it to anyone. Yang, Ruby, Sun, ANYONE!" She crosses her arms, managing to look very mature about telling someone to keep a secret. "The last thing I need is a tabloid following me around for THAT."
Blake shifts her eyes to the man and raises her eyebrows in an unexpected congratulations, still a bit red. He remembers that she's also not a virgin, but she keeps that from Weiss for the moment. "Oh… That actually reminds me; you… did he tell you about us… sleeping NEXT to each other and very clearly not WITH each other? God, were there really just three instances that sound like cheating on paper? Sharing an apartment, sleeping on the couch, showing up in a maid outfit…"
"Yes. He told me that one of your old partners showed up and attacked you. Then," Weiss looks at the man, gleaming with pride. "He took care of you when none of us were there. So what if you fell asleep next to each other?" Before she can stop herself, she says, "I also noticed his scar when…" She predictably trails off, letting Blake get all of the details on your sex-life. "I don't think I heard how that all ended, actually?"
"We figured it all out, mostly," the man answers. Ilia was now on the good side, though he hadn't heard from her in a while. "Turns out she's a defector now, just like Blake. We got a new recruit to the cause… if she'll answer the messages. Everything worked out."
"That's good to hear. You can fill me in on the details later." Weiss smiles. "So, now that that's all out of the way… never mention this. I am going to walk back into our dorm and you are going to pretend it's the first time you've seen me in almost a month."
"I'll do both of those things. Though, it might not be a good idea to introduce you to Ilia; friend of no, she was still just part of the White Fang, so she doesn't exactly like you."
Weiss blinks, then figures out why a former member of the White Fang would have negative opinions of her. "Ah. That makes sense. So, where do we go from here?"
Blake suddenly frowns. "Well, I came here to clean. I don't know what your plan is, but I DO want you to understand the position that you're in; you currently have a Faunus maid ready to an apartment owned by the Schnee heiress' boyfriend. God, if the people at the White Fang knew what I was doing…"
Weiss jumps up in her seat. Understanding the implications of having a Faunus maid, she says, "Well, then… In the essence of equality," she says, standing. "I'll be joining you."
The man looks at Weiss, joining an equally stunned Blake. Together, they say, "What?"
Weiss looks at the man with a hard-to-place smile. "I told you both, I'm turning over a new leaf. If I'm going to be a proper Schnee heiress that's going to fix my father's mistakes, then I can't just let you work alone!" She walks over to the kitchen and searches the shelves containing plates while he and Blake watch. Proving she still has a lot to learn, Weiss desperately searches for something before she says, almost immediately defeated, "So… Where's the cleaning supplies?"
The man and Blake share a laugh at Weiss' expense, then get to work cleaning the apartment. He decides to help out, lest he leave two women to do it and make him fill a bad stereotype. He spends most of it babysitting Weiss, who, on multiple occasions, nearly mixed dangerous chemicals and missed spots in the bedroom and bathroom. Blake, despite preferring to work alone in the other room, took a longer than he'd expect; he kept hearing her get distracted about something. He chalks it up to awkwardness due to cleaning a home people she knew had sex in. Still, the combined efforts of three people make the time pass quickly. Blake waves goodbye after it's all finished and returns home, leaving the man with Weiss for the rest of the day.