A bit more domestic stuff, anyone?
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Chapter 9.
Sleep came easier that night than it ever had before. All of the nights that had broken her slumber with nightmares and anxieties seemed so far behind now. Weiss slept deeply and fully, for the first time she could ever remember.
When she woke, she felt like a new person, like her soul had been refurbished.
And in a way, perhaps it had been.
Blake was still asleep beside her, arms wrapped loosely around Weiss. The white-haired girl was content to rest a bit longer, to relish this energized feeling that coursed through her now.
She reached her bandaged arm up to the sleeping girl's face, caressing her cheek.
"Thank you…" she whispered. Weiss pulled herself closer to Blake's chest and relaxed against her steady breaths. She tucked her head beneath Blake's chin, her ear catching the faint motion of her pulse.
Weiss listened for a while, but soon changed her position a bit, wanting Blake to wake up to a similar comfort. So she pulled Blake's head to her collar and held her there warmly, kissing her hair softly all the while.
. . .
Blake slept peacefully that night, blanketed in a sense of comfort as she held Weiss close to her in her slumber. When she woke, it was slowly and with a wish to return to her comfortable sleep.
She could vaguely feel movement on the bed next to her, and in her sleepy state she thought it was Fang at first. As she was about to open her eyes, she remembered the previous night and Weiss sleeping next to her. Blake could hear the steady sound of Weiss' heart beating. Soon she could feel Weiss gently kissing her hair.
Without thinking, Blake started to hum happily as she tightened her embrace on Weiss, pulling herself closer against the white-haired girl's chest.
. . .
She'd been happily trailing kisses all over Blake's forehead when she felt the arms around her waist tighten. She chuckled lightly when Blake nuzzled closer to her, and the vibrations of a hum reached Weiss' chest, tickling. She giggled again, nuzzling blissfully into Blake's hair.
"Good morning," she murmured. "I hope you slept well. I know I did." She hugged Blake's shoulders fully, tangling their legs together beneath the blankets.
But it was then when the trepidation came creeping back into her mind. This wouldn't last much longer - this happiness. She'd have to go back home very soon and face her father. Weiss wasn't sure what she should do, having to go back into that house and enter that kitchen where the wood was heavy with her own blood.
She sighed, smile fading and arms shaking now as she clung tighter to Blake. Her heart had started to pound uncomfortably, and she closed her eyes.
"I don't… want to go back home…"
. . .
Blake could feel Weiss' breath trembling as her grip tightened. Weiss' voice was small and worried.
"Hey, it's all right. I know where you live now, so I can come if you ever need me too. We can see each other during school now, and you can come over here anytime you want. I'll do my best to help. After all... you are my girlfriend." As she said the last word, Blake felt her heart flutter. But the smile that rose to her lips came so quickly she almost felt embarrassed.
. . .
Blake's words served to calm her down a bit now. She was right; when winter break was over and they went back to school, they knew they would be able to find one another now. They could carry on their relationship in secret if they had to.
The word "girlfriend" had her blushing anew as well. But it wasn't wrong.
"Yeah…" she mumbled. "Yes, you're right. When we go back to school, we'll be able to see each other a lot more. But before then… we still have almost two weeks left of winter break. Do you think… we could keep seeing each other like this? Even if it's not staying at each other's houses, we could meet up in the park or something like that. I just… I know I'll need to keep seeing you if I want to stay sane."
. . .
Blake could tell her words had a calming effect on Weiss, because the girl's shoulders lost some of their tension. She could also see the blush that colored Weiss' face at the word 'girlfriend', and that only made Blake even giddier.
"Of course we can keep seeing each other over break. Whenever you want you can come over to my house, and when you can't there is a park nearby we can meet at. If it's too cold for you we can find somewhere else to meet."
Nuzzling against Weiss' cheek, Blake teased the other girl a little bit. "I'm glad to hear that you want to keep seeing me. After last night I wasn't sure if you liked me."
. . .
"What?" Weiss piped up. "Why would you ever think that, you dummy?" Weiss playfully shoved Blake down onto the bed and crawled over her to pin her. With a pout, her eyes sparked as she formed an idea. "I'm going to have to punish you, missy."
Within seconds, she'd moved down to Blake's stomach and rolled up her shirt. Pressing her lips to Blake's skin, Weiss began to give her raspberries, tickling her relentlessly.
"How do you like that?" she asked, smirking. Weiss went back down to blow more kisses onto Blake's stomach, holding her down so she wouldn't be pushed off.
. . .
Blake smiled when Weiss playfully pushed her onto the bed and crawled over her. She'd been expecting a kiss or two-
But before Blake could say anything, Weiss' mouth connected with her stomach instead of her lips, and she started to blow against Blake's skin. The sensation had Blake struggling to hold back laughter, her face turning red as the other girl continued.
"Is... that all you've got?" Blake tried bucking her hips to get the other girl off of her, but Weiss was positioned securely and wasn't moving.
. . .
"Ha!" Weiss lifted her head and looked smugly down at her. "You think you can best me, Blake Belladonna? I'd love to see you try!" She leaned a bit more of her weight onto the girl and dipped her head once more to blow over her bellybutton.
She wrapped her arms beneath Blake's back and around her hips to keep her locked in place as Weiss continued her assault. Blake was pushing at her shoulders, but she refused to give in so easily. Weiss nuzzled the girl's stomach and blew several more times, tickling her sides with her fingernails just to hear Blake laugh some more.
At last, when she was finished, Weiss stopped blowing air on Blake's stomach and instead started to kiss it, trailing her lips over the smooth skin in apology. She then pulled Blake's shirt back down and moved up over her, lying down on top of her as she caught her breath. Weiss rested her head on Blake's chest and giggled, squeezing her again.
"Your heart's beating so fast already!" she hummed. "I didn't know it was so easy to get you this flustered."
. . .
Blake couldn't hold back the laughter under Weiss' continued assault and eventually she started laughing. She couldn't remember the last time she'd laughed so much. She'd certainly never been tickled before.
It was a little confusing, but overall just joyful.
Finally it stopped, and Weiss finished her attack, gently kissing Blake's stomach as an apology. She pulled Blake's shirt down and laid on top of Blake as she caught her breath.
"You... You're lucky I'm too tired to... give you payback..."
. . .
She giggled against Blake's collar, nuzzling into the crook of her neck and kissing her again and again until she'd found her lips. Weiss laid on top of her for a moment, rising and falling in time with Blake's chest as she panted for breath.
Weiss listened to the thumping beneath her ear, waiting for it to slow down a bit more before she instigated things. She propped herself up onto her elbows, eyes flicking downward as she hovered above Blake. Weiss smirked.
"Why don't you, then?" she prompted. "Show me what you've got, Belladonna."
. . .
Blake hummed at the challenge and gave Weiss a gentle shove.
"I like to be original with my revenge, Miss Schnee. Don't worry though, I'll get back at you. Variety is the spice of life after all."
. . .
Weiss willingly got off of Blake and let her up, though her cheeks were puffed out slightly. But her eyes were curious; Blake's words of holding off on her "revenge" were more than just a silly game - they were a promise to see Weiss again before long.
It made her feel a lot better about having to go home today.
"All right then," Weiss said as she stood from the bed, stretching her arms and legs a bit to chase away the numbness brought on by sleep. "I'll be ready for you, Blake," she winked.
She took Blake's hands and helped her up as well before straining up to kiss her cheek.
. . .
Blake debated attacking Weiss right now when she least expected it, but the soft kiss to her cheek made her reconsider. For now.
"I don't think you'll be ready, Weiss," Blake replied. "Let's get some breakfast, what do you want? I'll cook for you."
. . .
Weiss considered the question as the two of them headed out of the room and downstairs. The house was quiet, and she assumed Blake's parents were still asleep. The two girls soon reached the kitchen and Weiss offered her suggested.
"How about an omelette? We can share it," she said. "I'll help you cook, too." She went to the refrigerator, got a few eggs, and brought them over to the counter. "I usually make them for myself at home. But I'm curious to see how you make them. Your cooking is so much better than mine."
. . .
"Sure thing. I can make an omelette, and we have plenty of eggs." Blake blushed when Weiss complimented her cooking again and leaned forward to kiss her forehead. "Thank you, Weiss. I'm glad you like my cooking so much. To be honest... I'd love to do it more often if it was for you."
She turned away quickly before her face could turn too pink again.
The first thing Blake started doing was cracking the eggs into a bowl and throwing the empty shells into the sink. She added some spices and seasonings to the eggs before mixing it up.
"All right, ready to start cooking. Can you hand me a pan, Weiss?"
. . .
"Of course!" Weiss eagerly handed Blake the nearest clean pan.
She watched Blake excitedly as she prepared their breakfast, constantly peering over her shoulder from afar as to not pressure her or make her uncomfortable. She was curious as to how Blake made her omelets as opposed to how Weiss herself made them.
She did, however, end up missing a few moments of the process in order to pet the cat who had wandered in. Weiss sat on the floor and played with him for a time when Blake didn't require her assistance.
When at last Blake was finished, Weiss stood and washed her hands to prepare helping Blake carry the food to the table.
. . .
Blake cooked the omelettes like she normally did, aware that Weiss was watching her in the background as she cooked. She added some extra salt and a few other seasonings as she cooked.
She had to admire Weiss playing with Fang. At one point she got lost watching Weiss that she nearly forgot to watch the pan. But even so, Blake finished cooking before long.
"All right. Breakfast is ready, Weiss. Here's your plate." Blake cheerfully handed her one plate. "I hope you enjoy it."
. . .
Weiss accepted her plate with a wide grin.
"Thank you, Blake! I can't wait to taste it!"
She scurried to the table and pulled out her chair, waiting for Blake to sit down across from her. Picking up her utensils, Weiss unfolded her napkin and placed it over her lap before cutting into her warm omelette. Just the scent of it alone was making her stomach growl.
She popped a piece of it into her mouth, savoring the initial, eggy flavor.
But within seconds, her tongue and the roof of her mouth started to tingle, and Weiss' eyes opened wide.
"Ah!" she squeaked. "W-Why is it so spicy?! Blake, what did you put in this?!"
. . .
Blake's smile turned a little mischievous as she watched Weiss eat the first bite, then turn red.
"Oh you know, the usual stuff I put in an omelette: salt, pepper, a little garlic salt, minced onions, and oregano." Blake counted the ingredients off on her fingers. And the entire time she was completely aware of the building heat in Weiss' mouth.
"Oh yeah, and when you were playing with Fang I added cayenne pepper powder to your portion. Like I said Weiss, variety is the spice of life."
She grinned triumphantly before getting up to go to the fridge. She poured a glass of milk and handed it to her girlfriend.
"That will help get rid of the heat."
. . .
Weiss listened with a gaping mouth assaulted by intense waves and prickles of heat as Blake casually explained herself. Weiss couldn't believe it.
"W-Why you- All this j-just because I tickled you?" she shrieked.
Without another word, she grabbed the glass of milk from Blake and chugged it down, so desperate to fend off the boiling heat on the roof of her mouth that she ended up spilling milk on her chin and it trickled down her neck to her collar. Weiss squeezed her eyes shut and shuddered, panting as the searing heat remained for a moment, then gradually began to die down.
When she could finally reopen her eyes, there were tears in them, and she looked to Blake with feigned hurt in her eyes.
"Guess I'm never tickling you again…" she mumbled.
. . .
"Like I said, I prefer to be original with my payback, and this seemed like a golden opportunity." Blake chided. "Next time you'll be ready and bring your A-game."
Blake stayed standing beside Weiss, eyeing the spilled milk as another mischievous idea formed in her head.
"Looks like you spilled a bit. Let me help you clean that up…"
Leaning down, Blake slowly licked the milk off of Weiss neck, starting low and working her way up closer to Weiss' lips.
. . .
She had half a mind to go off on her teasing girlfriend, and had Weiss been able to find the breath for it, she would have scolded her for several minutes consistently.
But instead, she found herself freezing in her seat, clamping her jaws shut on whatever she'd been about to say, her mind going instantly blank as Blake drew nearer and nearer to her, closing the distance between them until she was only a breath away. Weiss was still as a rabbit being observed by a fox as she felt Blake's tongue flick out on the side of her neck, slowly lapping at the milk Weiss had spilt all over herself.
She didn't even breathe, just closed her eyes and blushed red, heart pounding quickly, pulse jumping in her neck just beneath Blake's playful tongue. She could tell Blake was just teasing her now, literally milking this for all it was worth.
"You… meanie…" Weiss said weakly.
. . .
Blake smiled as she felt Weiss stiffen. She was enjoying messing with her girlfriend. Maybe a little too much.
When she finally stopped licking Weiss' neck, she was only a few inches from her face.
"Aw, you don't mean that," Blake feigned shock before leaning in for a kiss.
. . .
Weiss stuck her tongue out at Blake just before the dark-haired girl moved in closer and pecked her lips. Weiss pouted and puffed her cheeks out to silently demonstrate she was still miffed, but she accepted the kiss nonetheless.
There was a faint taste of breakfast between them, and it made Weiss remember she still hadn't gotten a true taste of Blake's omelette. When they pulled away, she grabbed a napkin and pulled it to her lips.
"All right, you've had your fun. Did you make some food that wasn't payback?" she wondered.
. . .
Blake reached past Weiss and grabbed the plate of pepper-spiked eggs to dispose of it.
"Of course I did. I'm not that cruel, and I still like seeing you enjoy my cooking." She retreated back to the pan on the stove and dished out another portion for Weiss. "Here you go. I promise this one is safe, but if you don't trust me I'll take the first bite to show you it's fine."
. . .
"No, I trust you. I like to think you aren't that evil." Weiss accepted the plate of new omelette, which was still warm and looked even more delectable than the previous plate had. She sat back down and cut into the food, blowing on it before popping a bit into her mouth.
The sensations that flooded over her mouth now were immensely more pleasant than the first thing she'd eaten that morning. Weiss hummed in delight as the flavors danced around her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She was sure to savor the taste before swallowing, now smiling once more.
"It's delectable," she complimented. "Immensely better without the pepper. Even if you've got a mischievous side, you're still the best cook ever."
. . .
She admired the blissful look on Weiss' face this time as she enjoyed the actual omelette. And though the pranked dish had been amusing, Blake preferred this above all else.
"I don't know about best cook ever, but I try my best." Blake took a bite of her own omelette, chewing for a moment. "And we all have a mischievous side. I'm just craftier with my payback.
. . .
"Mm…" Weiss huffed. "One day I'll best you yet."
They continued eating together until they'd cleaned their plates.
Weiss helped Blake with the dishes just as an excuse to linger in her presence a bit longer. But after that, it was unavoidably clear that she needed to leave.
"I've got to go home…" she sighed. "Maybe we can meet up again tomorrow? I'll just tell my father I'm working on a project all over winter break so I'll have to go out frequently. But we don't have to come to your house. We can go anywhere else… whatever you can think of or whatever works best for you."
She shuffled her feet and looked down.
"But we can talk online or text about that later tonight.. For now…. would you be able to walk me home? I'm just worried it's still cold out and I just… I won't do well unless I can keep warm."
. . .
Blake didn't like it when Weiss decided she had to leave, but she also knew she couldn't just let her live here forever.
"There's no 'maybe'," she said quickly. "We can definitely meet up as many days as you want, Weiss." Blake pulled her into a hug. "We can come over here or go to a park or anything you want to do. If you won't get in trouble again with your father, I'm more than happy to call you tonight."
Blake kissed Weiss' forehead and looked down into her eyes.
"And I'm more than happy to walk you home and make sure you stay warm. Remember, if you ever need help I'm here for you."
. . .
Weiss already knew that much, but hearing Blake say it again anyway was immensely reassuring.
She asked Blake to thank her parents on Weiss' behalf before the two girls headed to the door.
Weiss shrunk beneath her coat as they stepped out into the cold morning air. Wrapping her arms around one of Blake's, she clung close to her for warmth as they began walking.
But when Weiss could relish the cool, fresh air rather than fear it, it wasn't so bad.
The last time she'd been outside, she'd been traumatized and panicked, and hardly able to walk. But all in a single evening, Blake had given her so much strength.
Now, Weiss walked with her head held higher, though as they neared her home her posture did end up slouching once more.
By the time they were at her driveway, Weiss was shivering again as she looked up at Blake.
"T-Text me when you get home s-so I know you made it back, okay?"
. . .
Although Weiss was shivering on the walk back, she looked much better than she had this time yesterday.
They took their time with the walk back to Weiss' house. If she hadn't been so prone to the cold, Blake probably would've liked to take a detour or a long way back, but eventually they were in Weiss' driveway.
"I'm the one who's supposed to say that," Blake teased and gave Weiss one last hug before she had to let her go. "But yes, I'll text you when I get home."
. . .
"Okay…"
Weiss offered a tiny smile, returning Blake's hug warmly. She tucked her head beneath Blake's chin and stayed there for a long moment, breathing in her scent for the last time.
With a sigh, Weiss finally pulled back. She reached up and cupped Blake's cheeks, then kissed her without a word.
Then, they parted.
"Bye, Blake. Hopefully I can see you again tomorrow."
With a little wave, Weiss turned and headed for the door.
Her father's car wasn't in the driveway, so she wasn't nervous about being in close contact with Blake.
Weiss rang the doorbell, and after a minute of waiting, Winter opened the door to let her in, asking where she had been.
Weiss entered the house as she explained she'd been with Blake doing a project. Her sister ushered her into the kitchen. Weiss winced at the sight of the place. It was sickeningly clean due to when Blake and herself had cleaned everything up yesterday morning. Just remembering it all now made Weiss' stomach twist.
Her sister prepared a bit of food for her, and Weiss ate lunch together with her, chatting casually all the while as she warmed up.
But the tea she sipped that afternoon wasn't as good as the tea she'd had last night.
. . .
Blake stayed until she saw Weiss disappear into her house. She lingered for a moment, wanting to follow her, but knowing she couldn't.
At last, Blake started walking home.
Blake felt much lonelier now. The road back seemed to go on forever, and when she finally got home her house felt a lot emptier than it had last night. She took out her phone right away to reconnect with Weiss.
I'm home safe.
. . .
Once she received the text message from Blake, Weiss smiled a bit. Even though the girl wasn't in her arms anymore, she was still nearby and Weiss could still talk to her.
After finishing the lunch her sister had made for her, she left Winter in the kitchen and retreated to her room. She texted back to Blake:
Good! I'm glad!
After exchanging a few more messages, the two girls ended up video calling once more, and it all felt so familiar to her. It was almost as though she'd never even gone over to meet Blake in person at all. But she couldn't wait to do it again tomorrow.
They made plans to meet up again at Blake's house, and perhaps go for a walk in the park if it wasn't too cold out. Weiss hung up her call as her father's car pulled in the driveway, and for the rest of the night she simply texted Blake.
Before she knew it, it was midnight, and she was curled up for sleep with one last message sent:
I'll see you tomorrow, Blake. Goodnight.
. . .
Blake was curled up in bed when Weiss texted her goodnight.
Goodnight, Weiss. See you tomorrow!
They'd successfully taken their relationship to the next level. In just days they'd gone from online friends to physical lovers.
Now it was just a matter of maintaining and improving things as best they could.
A/N: It's been so long since we first wrote this, I don't even remember what to expect next. Guess we'll all find out next week!
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