You're stuck in my head, stuck on my heart, stuck on my body, body
I wanna go, get out of here, I'm sick of the party, party
I'd run away
I'd run away with you
Ooh

Run Away with Me - Carly Rae Jepsen

The loudest bang in the history of the universe is what wakes Weiss up the next morning, followed by the high pitched yell of "Ruby!" Before the door to the small dorm room shutters in it's frame. She's stock still, stiff against the person behind her, head pounding with the beat of her heart. Behind her, her bedmate shifts and shouts;

"Go fuck yourself!" Is yelled, before she's once again wrapped in strong, warm arms.

The action should be comforting, being snuggled close from behind, but Weiss' anxiety only increases with every passing moment. She remembered coming to the party, she remembered seeing Ruby, and going into the redhead's room, then nothing. She assesses herself, there's an uncomfortable slickness between her thighs, and the steady breathing of her bedmate against her neck. With a deep breath she sits upright, slow and easy, so as to prevent waking the sleeping person beside her. When she climbs out of the bed, and gathers her clothes around the room she finally braves a look.

She's struck by the sight before her. The good news is it's Ruby in the bed, but she's awake, watching Weiss with playful silver eyes. The bad news is it's Ruby, and Weiss isn't sure how to handle the information. The redhead basketball player is smiling lazily at her, neck painted in reds and blues, a soft peppering of bites and bruises. It's all incredibly sexy, and all together too much.

"Good morning beautiful." The tanned woman coos, letting her eyes roam Weiss' still partially naked body, and the action sends several different sirens off within Wiess.

"I have to go!" The silver haired woman nearly shouts, lunging for what she believes is her cheer jacket before dashing through the door. The last she sees of Ruby is a confused frown, and her desperate lunge to follow the cheerleader out of the room, before her blankets tangle around her feet, causing her to face-plant into the ground.

Using the trip to pull on the remainder of her clothing from the night before, she tries to focus on not looking like she's making the walk of shame. Weiss Schnee does not have walks of shame, she merely had too good of a time at a party, and needed to stay there for the night, no matter what the hickies covering her neck and chest might say.

When she arrives at her apartment, Weiss feels like she can finally breathe again. She slumps to the ground against the back of her front door and all she can think about is the hurt she saw in silver eyes. The night before is still a blur, distant, just out of her reach. She stands, moving to get herself a glass of water, and something to dull the soft pounding in her head, and think about the night before.

After a shower and a small breakfast of half a grapefruit, Weiss is sitting in her living room going over the events of the night. She arrived at the party, Sun dumped a whole beer on Ruby's head, and they went back to Ruby's room. These were all solid facts, but what else? Weiss had been scared, there was a dog maybe? Ruby may have gotten jealous, after drinking a little, (now that had been cute, not that Weiss would admit it, Ruby's downtrodden face when... Zwei! Zwei was its name! When Zwei stole all of Weiss' attention.) Ruby let Zwei out of the room, and they sat together to drink.

This is where things got really fuzzy. Weiss wasn't one to drink, not with her family's history, but she had been nervous around the attractive point guard. It was the first real time she felt those butterflies that everyone talks about, but now, what if she'd ruined it? They hadn't even been on a real date! Was whatever there was between them over because she couldn't hold her liquor? What if Ruby thought it was meant to be a one night stand? Dropping her head in her hands Weiss releases a soft groan of frustration. What had she done? The first real possibility for something more from college, more than sports and social cliques, an actual relationship! And she had just thrown it away for what? A quick fuck? What was wrong with her?

It's a couple hours later when she hears a familiar knock at her patio door. It was Blake, of course it was, and even though the silent faunus knew she was always welcome in Weiss' apartment, the amber eyed woman always made sure to knock before entering. Weiss doesn't say anything, just continues to lay across her expensive leather couch, but Blake enters anyway, letting her eyes roam around the dimmed and empty apartment.

"Didn't see you come home last night." There's no accusation, but the statement sends a pang through the heiress' heart.

"That's because I didn't." Weiss' voice is hollow, and it takes point two seconds for Blake to settle herself next to the white haired woman, and place a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"Did something happen?" Blake was many things to Weiss, a friend, a confidant, her voice of reason, and on occasion her loyal protector. (They hadn't gotten along at first, but after a few weeks of forced company, either involving a shared major, or their stubborn morning beverages on their neighboring porches, they had become fast friends.)

Rolling on her side to face away from Blake she groans, and the faunus, though still worried, laughs softly. "I think… We slept together."

"You think?"

"I know we slept together." She groans.

Blake hums, pushing Weiss' hair out of her face to watch sky blue avoid deep amber. "Is there a problem with that? I I thought you liked her?"

With a huff, the smaller woman rolls onto her back, "I don't know what I'm doing Blake! I don't know what happened? We got a little drunk and had sex!"

This time Blake laughs fully, letting her hands toy with different pieces of the heiress's current attire, the buttons on the sleeves of her house cardigan, the collar of the white button up beneath it, the small snowflake pendant around a pale neck. "Have you talked to her?"

Watching her best friend fidget, Weiss feels a swell of empathy for the woman. Outside of Sun's constant requests for dates, and Ilia making the biggest goo-goo eyes at her, the last romantic encounter had left her never wanting to date again. "You don't have to talk to me about this, Blake-"

"I want to help Weiss, please let me help." It's almost a whisper, but the silver haired woman nods. "Why haven't you two talked?"

Looking anywhere but at her best friend, Weiss sighs. "When I woke up, I couldn't quite remember the night before… So I panicked." The smile on Blake's face eased the immediate worry from the blue eyed woman, but the morning still weighed heavy on her shoulders.

"So you got out of there as soon as you could then?"

Weiss groans, "Yes." She sighs again, burying her face into Blake's thigh, "There's something else though,"

"Oh?"

"I may have accidentally stolen her jacket-" Blake's laughter was buoyant and airy, making Weiss flush from cheeks to chest. "This isn't funny Blake! What if-"

"What if what? Now you have an excuse to talk to her again!"

"But what if it was just supposed to be a one night stand!?" Blake laughs again, pulling out her phone to show Weiss a series of messages. They're all from Sun, and are the single most annoying and hopeful things she's ever read.

Sunkong The Ape Warrior: u tell the ice queeeen that she cnt break up with rr
Sunkong The Ape Warrior: shes so into her blake
Sunkong The Ape Warrior: at bfast this mrnin ruubs went all heart eyes
Sunkong The Ape Warrior: tell her to txt this idiot b4 she dies of hrtbrk

"You need to get that boy a dictionary." Weiss sighs, rereading the messages four times before handing the device back to Blake. "I suppose I should at least return her jacket..."

With a sly smile Blake stands, holding out her hand to lift Weiss up from the plush couch. "Look at you. Is Weiss Schnee, heiress of the Schneeker's fortune, giddy to see a pretty girl?"

"Blake Belladonna, I will kill you, and they won't find the body."

Two hours later Weiss is sitting at the local cafe that Blake works at, she's dressed in some simple jean shorts, and a white tank top, and Ruby's number thirty one, jacket. It's not a particularly cold day, but the jacket keeps the slight chill away, and the soft smell of roses reminds her of Ruby constantly. Blake bustles about the shop, waiting on Ilia across the counter from Weiss, and cleaning the now vacant tables. She's already served Weiss her usual, white chocolate mocha with vanilla cappuccino, and the soft ambiance of indie music keeps Weiss' thoughts occupied for the most part before the bell at the door dings softly.

With a deep breath, the silver haired woman turns, and is struck again by what she sees. It's Ruby, of course, but the redhead is a little winded, smiling brightly. She's in tight light colored jeans, her away jersey, and a crimson red and white flannel, with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. Weiss watches her from the coffee shop bar, the lights reflect off of her tan skin, making her glow, and her choice of clothing does nothing to hide the still visible bites and bruises decorating her throat.

Behind the counter Blake whistles low, quiet enough that only Weiss and Ilia can hear, and the flustered heiress shoots the faunus duo a frown before standing, and meeting Ruby at the door. The redhead grins, eyes glittering silver like the stars in the sky, and Weiss loses her voice looking at them.

"H-hey." Ruby croaks out, scratching the back of her neck. The action draws Weiss' attention back to a particularly dark bruise under her jaw line, and makes her flush.

"Looks like I did a number on you." Weiss whispers, barely able to suppress a stutter, "Do they hurt?" She lifts a hand and presses cool fingers into warm skin, and Ruby laughs softly.

"No, I-I kinda like 'em." she stammers softly, watching Weiss' face closely. With a deep inhale, Weiss tries to step back, to remove herself from roses and starlight, but Ruby catched the hem of her own jacket, wrapped around Weiss. "But-I-uh. I didn't get a kiss this morning."

Flushing again, now captured securely in the softest, best smelling, prison on the planet, with the most attractive prison guard to walk the walls of Beacon University, Weiss presses unsure hands into Ruby's stomach, (or abs, rock hard, could cut diamonds, chiseled actual abs, that Weiss can now clearly remember from the night before, like a prophecy spoken by a benevolent god into her memories.) "S-sorry about-"

Ruby doesn't waste time, she leans down and kisses Weiss as softly on the lips as possible. The heiress gasps, but only has time to close her eyes before the kiss is over, and Ruby's sunrise eyes sparkle at her nervously. "Was that okay?"

With a soft giggle, Weiss nods, leaning her head against Ruby's collarbone to laugh fully. "Yes, you dolt. That was perfectly okay."

"Hey-Go get a room you two! This isn't the makeout cafe!" Ilia shouts with a laugh, tossing an empty coffee cup at the cozy couple near the door.

"You're paying for that Ilia," Blake purrs, leaning across the counter to smirk at the tanned girl, who turns a soft shade of pink at the smile she's given.

"H-hey! It's fine! It's just a little floor germs! Besides, you just cleaned it! You could eat off that floor!" Weiss tugs Ruby out of the small cafe, laughing softly before their lips meet again.

"They could be at that for hours," The heiress mumbles, moving to cross the small parking lot before walking towards her apartment, tugging the taller girl behind her. "Let me show you to my place."

Their walk is relatively quiet, with Weiss stating soft direction, despite the firm grip they have on each other's hand. When they make the turn into the "rich kid" housing, Ruby gasps low, letting her eyes roam the tall building before she's drug into the main lobby. There's no one else in the lobby, so Weiss takes the elevator to the fifth floor. The elevator ride, much like the rest of their trip is quiet as Ruby takes in the size and shape of the ascending box.

"This place looks really nice," She bounces excitedly, and Weiss places her hand she's not holding Ruby's hand with on the excitable teen's shoulder. "Thank you for inviting me!"

The elevator dings and with a gentle smile Weiss pulls her forward. It's another short walk to Weiss' apartment, a blue door with the numbers '524' nailed up high, and two elaborate locks. When they enter Weiss gestures for Ruby to enter further while she locks the door behind them. Weiss watches Ruby take in the small apartment, the white leather couch and loveseat, the modest TV and stereo, to the dining room and kitchen, and then further back into the bedroom.

"So this is my place." Weiss hums, gesturing to the rest of the small apartment.

Ruby grins, turning back to Weiss to squeeze her hand softly. "It's really nice Weiss! I like it!"

They stand there, the quiet silence of the apartment sinking between them, while Ruby's eyes roam the apartment, before landing on Weiss. In the moment, the silver haired girl is very aware she's still wearing Ruby's jacket.

"My jacket looks good on you-"

"I'm sorry, I didn't even ask! And it was an accident! I-" Ruby roars in laughter, cutting the heiress off.

"Weiss-Weiss! I'm not upset!" She giggles softly tugging Weiss closer to kiss her forehead, "I wanted to talk about last night, I want to know how you're doing."

"How I'm doing?" She's not sure why the statement caught her so off guard, (the sincere lack of anyone in her family ever caring about her feelings comes to mind.)

"Yeah, it was your first time right? Was I okay? Did I hurt you?"

Her legs feel a little shaky, she hadn't even thought about that aspect of the event. It was her first time, but did that even matter? It should, but it didn't. The fact that it had been with Ruby, despite knowing the girl for less than a month, if it was with Ruby Rose, it was okay. So that was done, she was fine as long as it was Ruby but-

"Weiss?" She blinks, she's sitting now, and Ruby is kneeling next to her, holding both of her hands on either side of Weiss' hips.

"What?"

"How are you feeling about last night? Wh-" Weiss watches Ruby swallow, slow and easy, the movement stretching and moving the skin at her throat, the marks she'd made moving with it. "What do you want from this?" The redhead gestures between them, making Weiss' eyes widened. What do I want?

"What do… I.. Want?" She mumbles softly. The thought was so strange. Outside of Blake, and Winter, no one cared what she wanted, and even then it had taken time for Weiss to grow accustomed to it.

"Yeah-Whatever happens, I want to know what you want Weiss. That's important to me." Ruby's voice is soft, with a soft laugh behind it, not at Weiss, but for her.

Weiss watches Ruby's face closely, the little half smile, the way silver eyes glitter in the setting sunlight. "I don't want last night to be a one time thing." She says softly, emotion welling up in her chest. "I want to get to know you better."

Joy lights up Ruby's face, and she flops onto the love seat next to Weiss and scoops the smaller woman into her arms. "That's great! I want that too!" Weiss flushes, pulled close to Ruby's face, her body cradled in strong arms.

"Y-yeah? You do?" Ruby nods excitably, pressing her face into Weiss' neck and cuddling closer.

"You're really pretty Weiss! And really smart! And you're strong, and athletic, and your voice is really pretty too! I want to know everything about you!" Ruby presses a soft kiss to Weiss' cheek, finally pulling away to look Weiss in the eyes.

The heiress can feel her heartbeat thunder in her chest. Ruby's words flutter through her heart, she can hear them like an echo in her head, and she wants nothing more than to pull her into the deepest, messiest kiss they can manage. So she does; her fingers thread into red hair, and she tugs their faces together. It's not rushed like their kisses from the night before. They're slow and they savor them, nothing frantic, just soft presses of lips to lips. A particularly rough kiss has Weiss gasping, and Ruby moves to kiss her cheek and chin.

"Sorry-" She mumbles breathless, still peppering soft kisses to the underside of Weiss' jaw. "I'm still thinking about last night, it got me riled up a little." Another kiss to the skin under her ear had Weiss gasping softly and pulling away.

A soft fear settles in her stomach that maybe Ruby wouldn't stop, but the redhead pulls away softly with a smile, and even goes as far to settle Weiss fully against the soft cushions of the love seat before pulling back and taking a deep breath. Weiss watches her with a slight smile, the taller girl shifts in her seat, and she can remember vaguely that the night before Weiss had been the sole receiver before she herself had passed out. However, Ruby was doing her best to calm herself down, and keep her hands to herself, so Weiss tugs the redhead down, behind her so Ruby's wrapped around her before she reaches for the remote on the small end table, and turning on the TV.

"Let's watch something and cuddle. What do you think?"

Ruby's smile is genuine, "Sounds lovely."