Chapter 5

It happened again that night. Some wicked blonde made her way out into the wooded area by beacon and had herself some personal time at the shore of a lost lake after some sole skinny dipping. Though, this time, not even Blake enjoyed the sensations taking her over. In lieu of the caring, patient touch Blake had seen it as earlier that day, it felt almost revolting as the sensations spread up from her core and across her skin. The only bright side the Belladonna saw to any of it was that Ilia hadn't returned to the room. Though in a way, that hurt too, Blake knew it was for the best and that had Ilia returned, seeing such a thing would most likely break her heart even worse.

Blake never wanted to see Ilia hurt, but she knew all too well by now that the bandaid needed to be ripped off some time. The night she tanked any remaining social niceties between her and her teammate only made for the push she needed to finally do it.

Eventually, despite all the confusion it left her with, the phantom sensations ebbed for Blake. Though she somehow had more knowledge about potential soul mates, she felt infinitely more confused and lose about it all than she had before. Was Weiss her soulmate? If not, why would she lie or seem so earnestly upset about the whole issue? Could it all be a coincidence? Furthermore, if it was, how in the world could their experiences be so similar; and more importantly, how could she salvage the trust of her teammate… especially after the first time they ever actually seemed to be getting along!

Everything accounted for, there was only one thing Blake knew; she knew it all hurt. Not only did her headache from trying to calculate a solution or solve the mysteries the world seemed to have presented to her throughout the day, but, despite all logic she had to her hurting head, her heart seemed to hurt too. Not Ilia, at least, she wasn't the cause of Blake's heart hurting in this way. She felt guilty for bringing Velvet into all of the day's drama, but that wasn't it either. And it couldn't have been anything to do with Weiss! No! No of course not! … could it?

Blake turned in bed, frustrated with her turbulent emotions, eventually landing with her eyes staring at the empty bed across the room. Even as the day ended and the wee hours of the morning settled in, Ilia still hadn't returned, something that left no part of Blake's aching brain any quarter. However, eventually, sleep took the faunus, stole her away just to trap her in nightmares of a bull's return only to once more destroy the delicate china shop of her soul.

Sometime through the night, Ilia found herself staggering up and off from the couch. To her own surprise, and maybe due to a longing for a certain faunus, or maybe because her heart hurt too much to face Blake once more, Ilia found herself heading towards Velvet's room instead of her own. In time, and with a desperation in her voice she hadn't anticipated, she knocked on the bunny faunus's door. "Ve- Velvet? It's Ilia." She waited a beat and no response was returned. "I- I just wanted… wanted to say I was sorry." Once more Ilia gave a moment, but she couldn't even hear any proof that Velvet was even on the other side to hear. "You were right. I… I was hurting, and I lashed out when I shouldn't have. I am sorry I ruined what could have- what was a really nice evening." Ilia waited for one more moment, but when nothing came, she simply whispered another "I'm sorry" before turning and walking away. With each step, Ilia's skin slowly turned to match the colors of the dark evening hallway. She was so caught up in herself and fighting the tears that had already begun to form that she didn't even notice as the door she had knocked on opened up to reveal a confused looking Velvet.

The other woman stepped out from behind the door wearing nothing but a towel, hair still clearly wet and covered in her conditioner from a shower she must have run out of at the sound of Ilia's earnest apology. But by the time she stepped out, Velvet was too late to see Ilia, even though the chameleon faunus was only ten meters away. Even when she passed Ilia once more in the morning, Velvet would never notice the slumbering faunus snuggled into the common room's couch, her skin naturally matching its color.

When Blake woke, her mind did linger on Ilia for a moment, the other woman's absence in their room worrying. But Blake knew Ilia could take care of herself in one way or another. After wiping the sleep from her eyes, the thing that truly terrified the woman was what wimpy remains there might be to salvage of the working relationship she once had with Weiss. The two had been… easily the least close combination of any the four from their team, but they had at least been able to get along in a professional sense at the very minimum.

Blake hadn't so much as gotten to sit on her bed up with a second foot on the ground before her thoughts to Weiss and what talking to her next might be like before a knock on her door had her jumping out of her skin. "What!" Blake snapped, thoroughly disheveled with a horrid and ineffective night of sleep filled with tossing and turning.

"It's me." The soft nature to what she normally recognized as a rather shrill voice nearly floored Blake and made her certain her ears were playing tricks on her.

"I'm sorry, what?" Blake questioned again, refusing to believe her ears,

"Oh! Shut up! You know exactly who it is! Now open the damn door!" Weiss stomped just outside the dorm room impatient.

"Why are you even here!" Blake snapped, stumbling to her feet, beyond disheveled. With her robe half off on one side, almost a quarter of it tucked up and over her shoulder, and at least one of her faunus ears tucked inside out like the day before, Blake opened the door just a crack. Her scowl lasted about half a moment before the heiress simply forced the door open the rest of the way, nearly knocking Blake over in the process.

Weiss stormed further in, no care for her teammate until after she confirmed that Ilia's bed was empty and they were alone in the room. "Good, we are alone." Weiss huffed.

"Sure you want to be in the room with me? I'm still dressed like a trollop." Blake sniped irritable. "Wouldn't want me to masturbate on you or anything!" She glared, still furious and… if she were honest, hurting.

Weiss's hand landed on the hilt of the rapier on her hip for a moment, a subtle threat that she would strike, but then logic won out. Subtly grinding her teeth, Weiss released her weapon and took a deep breath. "Why!" She demanded coldly.

"Why what?" Blake closed the door with a low grumble.

"Why in those crazy patterns? Why for hours at a time? Good lord, why keep yourself on edge like that for so long!" Weiss questioned, fidgeting on her heels, clearly uncomfortable with the confrontation.

"You know Weiss! You only ever hear what you want to. You know that?" Blake grunted tiredly as she slowly slinked back onto her bed.

"What the hell do you mean Blake… You know what! I don't actually care!" Weiss stomped again. "There is no point in lying anymore! I meant what I said last night!"

"Meant what you said?"

"I don't care if you are my soulmate or not! Nothing will change, and… and we just won't ever be together!"

"Likewise, you petty presumptuous princess!" Blake bit back.

"I don't care if you call me pretty-"

"Petty! I called you petty! Not pretty, you asshat!" Blake pinched at the bridge of her nose and groaned in frustration.

"Oh…" Weiss stepped back a moment.

"Why the hell did you even come here? Just to deride me for the falsities you think to be true?"

Weiss's steaming skull steadied for a moment. "What?"

"I'm not your soulmate!"

"What!" Weiss's jaw clenched.

Blake sighed exhausted. "Fucking finally you actually listen to something I have to say!"

"I! I! But, you-"

"I didn't even- well, I did slightly indulge in some personal time, but I didn't…" Blake growled at her own embarrassment. "Whoever is my soulmate was going at it all afternoon! Apparently the same as yours, but I didn't actually… I mean I…" Blake found herself having trouble finding the words to describe teasing herself as a way of communicating with her soulmate about pleasure.

"I don't believe you!" Weiss shook her head.

"I don't care if you believe me!" Blake's eyes snapped up to glare and betray her by acting as proof that she did care in one way or another.

Weiss sniffed and her eyes glanced pryingly down to Blake's crotch. "If it wasn't you, then explain to me why I came again last night, after all the drama at monopoly-"

"So what-"

"And your room reeks of sex, your bed is obviously extra a mess, and I can see the stains of wetness on your panties." Weiss did her best Sherlock Holmes impression.

"Perv! All I did was wear a robe with clothes under it, but I'm a trollop. But no, little Ms. Princess gets to storm into my room and stare at my crotch with impunity!"

Weiss huffed and looked away. "I never said you were a trollop, I said you were dressed like one."

"Does it really matter!" Blake made a disgusted face at Weiss's mental gymnastics to defend herself.

Weiss grunted again, though thankfully, this time it seemed slightly less holier than thou. "I still don't believe you." And there it was, the attitude that the princess was above all else rearing its ugly head once more.

"Why in the hell should I care!" Blake pushed herself further back on her bed, growing ever more uncomfortable with the whole encounter and the woman who had intruded in her home.

"Because! At the very least we are teammates! And… and at the most… we could be…" Weiss clearly felt uncomfortable with the whole idea, but she knew she needed to get her point across. "We could be a lot more. And… and either way, trust is imperative!"

"I thought you didn't care if we were soul mates, that it 'wouldn't change anything'." Blake mimicked.

"It would change everything!" Weiss snapped. "But… no, that, it would not change."

Blake glared but said nothing.

"What! Do you not care?!"

"Of course I care!" Blake snapped back, her voice even more emotionally charged than she anticipated. "What do you want me to do to prove it to you! That I am not your soulmate! That I've not been the one doing this!"

Weiss hummed in thought a moment, the patience she had to her enraging Blake slightly.

"Just ask Ilia. She saw it start yesterday. She knows I didn't initiate it, that it just started happening while I was reading my book."

"Oh please! That lovesick puppy would lie for you all day long if you asked." Weiss dismissed.

"Then what the hell do you want Weiss!"

"You say you aren't my soulmate? That it hasn't been you doing this to me?"

"Yes! You dense dolt! That is what I have been trying to say since you blew up last night!"

"Then prove it to me." Weiss settled, her hands for some reason going to take the belt that held her sword's sheath to her hip.

"Gladly, but how? It's not like you'd trust me one way or another." Blake scoffed and rolled her eyes, completely missing as Weiss stripped her outermost layer.

"I don't have to trust if I can see." Weiss dismissed.

"I- I'm sorry what?" Blake blinked, baffled and trying to process what she had just heard.

"I don't have to trust you if I can see it." Weiss kicked off her shoes before stepping into the bed.

"You want me to…" Blake leaned back on her bed, half just to get away from the approaching Schnee, and half simply because she was floored.

"Yes Blake." Weiss sighed as if it were the most obvious thing on the planet.

"You! You can't just expect me to strip down and masturbate for you while you relax there, fully clothed, a queen upon your damn castle." Blake stammered.

"I could…" Weiss stole one of Blake's pillows from the head of the bed and set it up against the foot to cushion her back as she sat and laid against the dresser that made for somewhat of a footboard. "However, I do not. I'm not just some princess up in Atlass. I will do it too. That way we will both know with certainty." Weiss patted down her ruffled skirt, attempting to get herself comfortable and find a position she could actually enjoy.

"Y- you have to be kidding! This- you!"

"I am not kidding! You want us to be able to trust each other again? This is how. Unless you have something to hide?" Weiss rose an eyebrow challengingly.

Blake stammered, confused and conflicted. She knew they needed to do something, but this! Wasn't this a bit much?!

"It's not like I want to do this either! I- I just want answers!" Weiss actually believed the words as they left her mouth, whether they were true or not.

"Fine! Fine, I'll do it. But only if after it means this is all over!"

"Of course!" Weiss rushed to agree.

"Just this once." Blake tested, making eye contact with the heiress as they both slowly began to slip off their panties together in tentative motions.

"All I'll need,"

"Good." Blake averted her eyes after a cursory glance down to the beautifully manicured patch of pubic hair just above Weiss's otherwise shaven sex.

"Course." Weiss repeated and strived to mirror the other woman, but she seemed to have more trouble averting her eyes from Blake's sex, the natural hair, barely trimmed seeming more alluring than anything she ever actually imagined Blake to have.

"S- stop staring!" Blake could feel her cheeks burning.

"I! Well I have to look! At least a little!" Weiss already looked almost comparable to a tomato with a bleached stem from the neck up.

Blake grumbled low and frustrated, her hand stopping in its tracks and more or less covering herself. "Really! You don't even trust me to really…"

"I! I don't know!" Weiss slipped lower on the bed, curling slightly into what was a much more natural position for her. Despite her fingers moving slowly, and no real fantasy fodder, forgetting the fanciable faunus, Weiss seemed to already be abundantly slick. Hesitantly, her eyes darted back to Blake's sex, curious to see if Blake had the same problem; or lack thereof. Things were harder to tell than she imagined it would be for Blake. Maybe the faunus was wet too, but maybe that was just a stray shadow here or there. Before Weiss could even process it, she heard a soft moan slipping past her lips; something she refused to admit could have anything to do with the fact that she had been staring at the other woman's alluring sex.

"Really?" Blake rose a taunting eyebrow, one Weiss was sure she had borrowed from the devil himself. There was just no other reasonable explanation for how it made her feel.

"Well! We are supposed to be getting into it!" Weiss defended.

Blake shrugged to that, knowing she didn't have much of a reasonable counter for the incredibly unreasonable situation.

Everything about the embarrassing act felt magnified. Weiss had never done something like that in front of someone else, at least never intentionally, and certainly not in a way that involved revealing herself like this. The closest things had ever come was the handful of times that whoever was her soulmate had made her climax in front of Penny or Winter. But that had been so different. The shame tainted and ruined any pleasure or release she could have gotten from the pleasure. But this was different in every way. Each time Blake's eyes glanced back down to her, then lingered on the small amount of cleavage her dress revealed, Her heart skipped a beat and a small flood rushed between her fingers.

"You're enjoying this too much." Blake glared.

"You aren't enjoying it enough!" Weiss snapped back, fingers twitching at her entrance.

"What?" Blake barked back, fingers going still.

"You need to enjoy it if you are going to-"

"I know!"

"So you have to enjoy it more!" Weiss's middle finger grazed just perfectly against her clit. In an instant, her legs snapped together, fingers splayed spreading her folds as if she were intentionally making a beautiful display for the other woman.

"Already? Really?" Blake leveled an unamused stare that was quickly undermined by the way her eyes flickered down to Weiss's entirely exposed sex. The faunus exiled the thoughts of how her throat suddenly went dry, of how beautiful Weiss's pristine beauty glistened in the sunlight that filtered through the window's mostly closed blinds.

"No! Not already! I! I'm just sensitive."

"Sure." Blake strived to level her eyes, but they stayed locked on Weiss's core. The heiress's index and forefinger spread her folds to allow her middle finger ease of access, slipping into a beyond lewd moan as she did. Whether she would ever admit it or not, that was most certainly Blake's breaking point. Going from vaguely damp to near soaked in moments, her fingers sprung back to life with new purpose. Quickly finding her own preferred pace, Blake widened her legs just as she normally would in a bath or just while alone in her bed. Biting her lower lip, Blake's hips naturally bucked with tender force into her fingers. No longer caring about how her eyes fixated on the crumpled up heiress on the other edge of the bed, Blake simply allowed herself to enjoy the sight. To revel in just how beautiful Weiss was with her skirt a mess, tucked up over her hips, legs pressed together in a desperate struggle as her fingers lavished at her wetness.

Weiss naturally found herself doing the same, although she found mediating her pleasure to be so much more of a challenge than she wanted to admit. Dismissing such an inarguable fact as just the result of having released so many times the day prior and it all leaving her hypersensitive, For that was a much easier excuse than an acknowledgment that the live show from across the bed was inarguably beautiful and having an obvious effect on her.

"Are- are you ok?" Blake spoke up in a hushed tone, concerned by the soft whines Weiss hadn't even noticed she had begun making with each and every stroke.

"I'm… fine." Weiss's voice trembled.

"You are…" Blake's throat caught, hesitant to name the sounds. If she named them, she would have to admit what they were, how they made her feel, how her pussy twitched with each of Weiss's needy whimpers hit her ears.

"I'm what?" Weiss curled slightly, pressing herself against the pillow behind her as she got comfortable.

"You are moaning!" Blake accused.

"It! Happens!" Weiss bit her lower lip in a futile attempt to stop it from continuing.

The soft bite at Weiss's lower lip broke Blake, brought forth the first moan from her lips. A finger slipped in and her walls clamped down around it. Things nearly never escalated so quickly for her, her walls already trembling at just a finger slipping into the second knuckle.

Weiss sealed her eyes shut at the sight; it was too much, and closing her eyes was just the best solution she had at her disposal. That, however, seemed to do less than nothing for her. As soon as her eyes had closed, fantasies of a raven-haired faunus atop her played on her eyelids. Fantasy won her over with ease, her imagination running wild with thoughts of what Blake's tongue might feel like on her nipples as the other woman's hand replaced her's down below. Moans naturally built back up in her throat and Weiss forced her eyes back open in a desperate attempt to right her mistake.

"Weiss?" Blake questioned again in the tone of a sultry moan.

"I'm fine- I- I'm fine." Weiss stammered and pressed her thighs together harder.

"You…" Blake bit her lip, not wanting to make the same sultry sounds it seemed Weiss kept making.

"I know." Weiss grunted. "I'm just… close." She loathed to admit it.

Blake's voice caught before she could tease Weiss about being such a quick shot once more. Thinking better of it, she didn't taunt the other woman and simply did her best to catch up.

"I- umm- I-" Weiss stammered, the hand not firmly planted between her thighs twitching and fidgeting. "M- may I?" She gingerly directed to the upper hem of her dress.

"What?"

"I- it is easier if I play with my…" Weiss looked down and averted her eyes as her free hand gently caressed at her right breast through the fabric of her dress.

"Are you really asking me if you can play with your boobs? What are you afraid of flashing me?"

Weiss somehow blushed worse at that. "Yes." She squealed out.

"I think you are fine, judging by the view of your vagina I have right now at least." Blake quipped.

Weiss just grunted and slowly undid the top of her dress to tease directly at her breast. The heiress's eyes naturally closed once more, moans replicating and deepening as her hand greedily groped at herself.

Blake's jaw dropped instantly, mouth suddenly overly dry as she watched the other woman all but writhing on the other end of the bed. Weiss was clearly still the same entitled Schnee heiress, but Blake couldn't deny that she was beyond beautiful. Weiss seemed to take her sweet time getting the rest of the way towards a climax, but the sight of her growing ecstasy made it seem all too easy for Blake to catch up and surpass her. "Fuck! I- umm, Weiss-" Blake stammered, toes beginning to curl.

Weiss, awakened from fantasies of fingers furling through the fur of Blake's faunus ears as a fictitious Blake lapped up the ample mess between her thighs, opened her eyes with a startled look. "Wha~?" She hummed as if in a daze, her eyes trying to focus.

"You… you wanted to watch me… right? To prove I'm not…" Blake moaned softly.

"Yeah…" Weiss agreed dreamily. "I- oh! Y- yes!" She stammered, pulling her hand away as to not cum of her own accord on accident.

"I-" Blake blushed. "I'm not just some pornstar who cries out 'I'm cumming' every time she climaxes… but I will do it now to… to… so you know." Blake's thoughts slowed as physical sensation got the better of her.

"Yeah." Weiss nodded, core tense and aching as bated breath burned lungs lusting for more than just air.

"I, I'm cumming!" Blake whispered as she tensed, releasing, and collapsing into her pillows. She sat there a moment, basking in the bliss of her own release as if there were no one watching her. "There, happy? I came, you didn't. We aren-"

"How do I know you really did!" Weiss scrambled to interrupt, but not entirely sure why.

"What?" Blake closed her legs and righted her robe just enough to cover her bare core. "Wasn't that the whole p-"

"Let me- I'll finish, and if you don't react, we will know for sure!" Weiss unknowingly made just about the ultimate pitch for her argument that Blake could ever have heard. It wasn't like she would ever get to see the beautiful Schnee crying out in ecstasy ever again, and who was Blake to turn that down?

"Fine, go ahead." Blake pretended to make a show of looking away, but her eyes were quick to land back on the heiress as she began to toy with herself once more. Allowing her teammate to continue was certainly the right choice, Weiss clearly was close, and it seemed to return almost immediately. Blake couldn't deny it was truly a wondrous sight, seeing the still half-clothed woman desperately thrusting two fingers inside herself as her thumb played with her clit and her free hand pinched and teased at her nipple.

"B- Blake!" Weiss cried out as she came, certainly not from the images running through her mind of having to push the other woman back from lapping her up even past an incredibly messy orgasm. At least one of the two came to fruition, and almost immediately at that. Weiss crumpled up into a ball of spent and pleased woman as she basked in the sensation of endorphins running through her body.

"A- Are you ok?" Weiss opened her eyes to see the faunus kneeling next to her on the bed, her clean hand in Blake's

"Mhmm delightful." Weiss mused.

"You… you kinda curled over and… and…"

"I was enjoying myself as I came." Weiss explained away with a pleased and sated smile lingering on her face.

"So… you… you weren't watching as you…"

"Maybe… maybe we will just have to do this again?"

End of Chapter 5