Hey, Have You Seen the... Oh

"Come on, hurry up before someone sees us."

Weiss drags Blake by the hand across the house as Blake looks around suspiciously.

"Where exactly are we gonna go? There's people everywhere. It's a party Weiss, kind of the point. Lots of people."

"I think I know somewhere that won't have anyone." She turns and looks back over her shoulder at Blake, who looks intrigued.

"You know, we could just leave." Blake suggests, immediately receiving disapproval from Weiss.

"No we can't. We were invited to this party, and we have to attend the party." Reaching forward, Weiss twists the doorknob and pulls Blake through the doorway with her.

"Really? The pantry?" Blake's monotonous voice fills the tiny space between them as Weiss rolls her eyes.

"Honestly, I thought it would be roomier in here, given that it's Coco's house."

"It's fine. I love getting a back massage with canned vegetables."

"Seems like your enthusiasm has faded. We can totally forget about it." Weiss uses the tiny space they're wedged in to her advantage, sliding her hand up Blake's body and grabbing the collar of her shirt.

"No, no. It's fine." Blake stammers out quickly. "I'm as enthusiastic as ever, which I know isn't saying much but-"

She is silenced by Weiss placing a light kiss to the corner of her mouth. Which Blake quickly returns, kissing Weiss fully. Letting go of the handful of Weiss' shirt she has, she slides her arm behind Weiss' back, feeling the tension fall from Weiss' body.

She continues, straying from Weiss' lips, planting small kisses on her cheek and over the scar under her eye. Gradually making her way towards her ear. When she presses her lips to Weiss' neck, she hears a small gasp and feels a tightened grip on her shirt collar.

"Blake Belladonna, don't you dare leave a mark."

"Hmm. Why not?" Whispering against the pale skin before placing another kiss to it.

"Because," Weiss can't help but turn her head so that Blake can easily continue what she's doing. "It's not presentable."

Blake rests her forehead against Weiss' shoulder and laughs lightly before placing another kiss, this time to her collarbone.

"Didn't stop you from doing it to me the other week. I looked ridiculous wearing a scarf in this weather."

"Stop talking." Weiss places her other hand to Blake's cheek and pulls their foreheads together.

There is a rumbling sound outside of the door, and the sound of feet shuffling. Blake rubs her thumb in tiny circles on the small of Weiss' back. And she can feel Weiss' breath getting heavier against her lips.

"You locked the door, right?" Blake questions, like the answer should be obvious.

"It's a pantry, it doesn't lock from the inside." Weiss whispers, anxiously waiting for the threat beyond the door to disappear.

"Oh, right." Blake realizes as she turns to look towards the door, arching her neck slightly.

As soon as the shuffling disappears, Weiss presses her hand against Blake's cheek to turn her face back towards her.

"Maybe we need to speed this up a little."

"Scared of getting caught?" Blake taunts her.

But the taunt backfires when Weiss picks up where they left off, aggressively so. When Weiss runs her tongue across Blake's lower lip, a small moan leaves Blake's mouth. Blindly moving her hand around behind Weiss, Blake swipes back and forth until the shelf is clear, knocking various food items onto the floor and the adjacent shelf.

In one coordinated motion, Weiss wraps her arms around Blake's neck as Blake reaches down and lifts Weiss to sit on the shelf.

"Shirt." Weiss mumbles into Blake's mouth.

Quickly grabbing the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head, Blake tosses it to the side. Weiss reaches out, cupping her hands to Blake's cheeks and pulls them back together. When Blake steps closer, trying to eliminate the space between them, Weiss wraps her leg behind Blake's thigh, bringing them as close as possible.

Wanting to take control, Blake pulls back from the kiss so that she can make her way back to Weiss' neck. Which is met with an unexpected bite to her bottom lip. So she places a softer kiss to the corner of Weiss' mouth and she lets go.

Slowly, Blake kisses her way back down Weiss' neck.

"Blake." Weiss nearly chokes out her name as she digs her fingernails into Blake's now bare shoulder.

"Hm?" She hums in response.

"We should-" the words disappear from her mind as Blake slides her hand under the edge of Weiss' skirt. "hurry up."

"Sure you want me to hurry?" Smirking as she places a slow kiss to Weiss' lips once again.

"We need to get out of here before someone-"

The pantry door slams open and Ruby turns the light on.

"Hey, Blake. Hey, Weiss."

She continues to look through the shelf in front of her for something. Not even looking their way. The two of them freeze as Ruby reaches for the far shelf, behind Blake's back.

"Hey, have you seen the chips? Oh." Finally realizing the compromising situation she has found them in.

Weiss hides her face in shame, resting her forehead against Blake's shoulder.

"Ruby what's taking so long, did you find the.." Yang looks around the door and into the pantry. "Oh for the love of God you two, again?"

"Got it!" Ruby snatches a bag of chips off the shelf and scurries out of the pantry.

"I need the two of you to pick more private locations for your indecency. I can't have you traumatizing my little sister because you can't keep your clothes on til you get home."

"Fine." Weiss mumbles into Blake's shoulder.

"Got it." Blake says, refusing to take her gaze from the wall in front of her.

"Now that we've cleared that up, put your clothes back on and get back to the party." Yang closes the door a little too hard, leaving them alone once again.

"So uh, can you help me find my shirt?" Blake asks, looking around for it.

Weiss begins to laugh, giving Blake a smile before placing a kiss to her shoulder.

"I guess I can, for now. You're just going to have to take it back off once we get home." Weiss says, smirking up at Blake.

"Does that mean we get to leave now? You know I don't like parties." The sound of hope ringing clear in Blake's voice as she pulls her shirt back over her head.

"We'll see." Weiss says as she grabs Blake's hand and pulls her out of the pantry and back to the party outside.