Yang hovered around her girlfriend. The fresh scent of her hair betrays the long time that she had spent sitting down in front of her computer doing both of their work. Now don't get her wrong. She isn't the type to let other's do her work, more often than not she would much rather endorse herself as an essayist and make a quick buck off of the practice.

Sighing her girlfriend reclined her chair into the pacing Yang's path.

"You know you don't have to hover around me all night right?" She raised a scarred brow to her.

Yang chuckled before melting her arms into a hug around her girlfriend's neck. Smothering the smaller girl in a few kisses she replied.

"I know."

"You really don't." Weiss kissed the taller girl back, "Now sit down please you're distracting me."

"Not until you tell me what you're doing." Yang looked ahead of them, she placed a finger on one of the paragraphs, "Like there for example. I don't think that our history professor will like that being written in an essay. It's practically screaming a B- to me."

"You think so?" Weiss groaned as she forced her way back into her work. "But this is what I want to say - grades be damned."

"Just don't take this energy to my paper, I do still want to pass the semester." Pulling a nearby chair to Weiss' work station Yang leaned forward with her girlfriend.

"Not that I'm invested in your grades but conformity isn't that bad in this case. Our professor knows what she wants, you and I know what she wants. What's wrong with giving her that?"

"Nothing it's just that." Weiss crossed her hand, "It's not my opinion Yang."

Yang sighs before leaning back into her chair. She gave her an admiring look as the strong willed girl in front of her busied herself with drafting another paragraph to replace the one that Yang had pointed out. The two women spent the rest of the night like that with Yang giving her girlfriend advice on intricacies of writing an essay to please your professor. Her girlfriend would give her a side-long glance from time to time with the suggestions that she would give but would non the less head her advice. Yang for her part pointed out places where it is safe to for Weiss to express he opinion and preserve her grades at the same time.

"Okay I think that's at least going to net you an A" Yang's eyes were scanning the rest of the paper as her girlfriend sat there quiet contemplating the contents of her essay. She sighed before leaning into the shoulders of her girlfriend.

"Thanks Yang."

Yang turned her head to look at the smaller girl, "You know usually you'd be more proud when you're about to get a high grade."

"I am it's just..." She looked up into the eyes of her girlfriend, "I didn't really want to say anything like that."

Yang's eyes widened before she reached for the keyboard, "Shit babe, I'm sorry. Let's delete it we can still make another one-"

"No no," She pulled Yang's arms back into her and cuddled around it, "We made that anyhow. It's okay."

"Are you sure, it's just a small fix I swear."

"I know," Weiss kissed her girlfriend's biceps, "You sexy oaf you, I don't really mind how you changed it. It's just that, I don't really like bending over backwards just to conform to anyone's opinion just because it's going to get me better grades you know?"

Yang tilted her head, "You swear you're not really angry at me?"

"I will be if you keep bringing it up." Weiss chuckled at her girlfriend.

"Sorry..." Yang managed to chuckle along her girlfriend. Cradled on each other's arms they take a moment to themselves savoring a quiet moment of the job well done, albeit not a job that sat well with Weiss.

"Think of it this way babe, the grades will be worth it."

"I suppose," Weiss sighed one last time before pushing her girlfriend away, "Now how about moving so I can get to work making your essay."

"Yes ma'am!" Yang saluted her girlfriend before standing up and going back to their bed. As soon as she landed on their bed she stood back up and rushed to her girlfriend's side and pecked her cheeks, "I'll reward you for this later I swear."

Another kiss.

"Good luck Weissy!"


A/N:

- I wanted to exercise my creative muscles. This is totally a spur of a moment thing, I hope you guys like it but no problem either ways. Have a good one.