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You know how I was worried about how my love of Freezerburn would bleed into this fic? No? Did I not mention that somewhere? Oh well. Anyway, be warned of cuddling and other bouts of Weiss being a useless lesbian.

This chapter is not actually based on an episode, but rather is supposed to be between Volume 2 and Volume 3. Non-canon Episode 5: Thoughts and Acts


Thankfully, this time, Weiss's panic had nothing to do with the taboo of rubbing Faunus ears or not knowing how to properly take care of someone having a breakdown.

No, this time she was panicking because BLAKE WAS LAYING IN HER LAP.

Honestly, she didn't know how the Faunus was capable of being within a 2-mile radius of her after what Penny said the other day. It could have a bit to do with the completely screwed up sleep schedule assaulting the brunette's mind, even if she didn't truly know what caused it this time.

Her brain dearly hoped that hadn't been the direct result of the 'Penny incident', as she was now dubbing it. Seriously, did that redhead have ANY tact?! Or respect for privacy?!

Well, it's still my fault anyway that she found out.

The only bright side of that situation was that she might be able to check off 'thinking Blake's Faunus ears are cute' as 'not offensive'. The cat Faunus WOULD have told her if that was wrong.

Right?

Ugh, how many times have I asked THAT question before?

Actually, not having that confirmation still brought deeply stomach-turning anxiety.

After all, now Blake KNEW about her… 'interest' in the appendages.

Still, the brunette would've had to have been incredibly tired to do THIS, considered how much they'd been avoiding each other's gaze for the past three days. The fact that she'd walked into the dorm room and just laid down on HER bed, ON HER LAP, meant there was almost certainly no consciousness in the girl snoozing below her.

And that's when Weiss's brain had an incredibly wicked idea.

It was terrible, utterly crazy that she'd even considered it.

It was also what was causing her fingers to slowly untwine the black bow on top of Blake's head.

This is incredibly dangerous! What if someone walked in?

Who's going to walk in? Ruby and Yang are off training with Nora and Pyrrha right now and anyone who doesn't know Blake's secret has no reason to come in here.

It's still a complete breach of trust!

THAT caused the heiress's fingers to stop. She looked down at the sleeping figure below her, only the brunette's chest rising and falling as she breathed slowly.

Weiss squeezed her eyes shut. This was stupid. This was crazy. Why was she putting herself in this position in the first place?

but if I don't do this now… I may never have the chance to…

Her heart still stung with regret as she moved her hands away from the edges of the ribbon and started to push the fabric apart, her heart skipping a beat as light flooded into the opening and one of the velvety appendages came into view. She dared not touch the bow any further for fear of accidently knocking it off.

This will be enough.

You can't do this! Not without her permission!

I KNOW THAT! I know that, but…

She craned her neck down, careful not to move her knees too much and stir Blake. Time slowed to a crawl as her lips met the feline ear, pushing the thin layer of skin down onto the girl's head with featherlight pressure.

Weiss forced herself to not react when she heard a sigh come from the Faunus. She cracked open an eye and saw the fabric of the bow shifting ever so lightly, hearing a light rustling sound that she determined to be the other ear flapping wildly.

In happiness, she could only hope.

She drew herself back, the moment disappearing quickly as the world seemed to right itself from the complete mess it felt like it had just been from allowing such an action to go uncontested.

Weiss felt sick.

She also felt like she was soaring through the sky.

The action almost felt like a release, and slowly her body calmed down once more. Her legs shifted out from under Blake's head, her hands setting the brunette on her mattress and fixing the bow back into place. She made no move to wake the girl or transfer her over to the correct bed.

If Blake wanted to wake up and freak out about falling asleep on her teammate's bed, so be it.

Weiss had already suffered enough embarrassment for one day.


Evidently, it seemed Weiss HADN'T had her full serving of daily abashment quite yet.

No, not being able to tear her eyes away from Blake's sleep form, forced into bed by a concerned partner and a worried leader, was probably, HOPEFULLY going to be her final karmic punishment of the day.

That night, Blake had decided to take off her bow for the first time, apparently feeling comfortable enough to show them in the dorm now, though she'd turned her head from Weiss when she'd said that.

The tinting of red on her cheeks as she'd looked away had set the heiress's heart on fire.

Yet she wasn't only staring at the feline ears this time.

The curvy body in her view was hugged tightly by a black yukata, yet it was still somehow loose enough to give the heiress a full view of her teammate's cleavage.

To be honest, Weiss wasn't complaining at the entrancing sight.

…MUCH.

Of course, of all nights Ruby chose to stay up later than usual and study, this had to be one of them. The light from the lamp at their desk highlighted the Faunus girl's sleeping form, burning the image into the heiress's eyes even as she tried desperately to tear her gaze away and go to sleep.

Her brain quickly worked the beautiful image into her earlier experiences that day. Suddenly, all the effort she'd taken in sating whatever attraction she'd felt was overtaken by a want, a desire, for more. Regardless of whether this attraction was some stupid fetish associated with feline ears or true romantic feelings as she'd been willing to accept before, her lonely body ached considerably.

This HAS to be hormones. If not completely, then at least somewhat.

Denial or not, sitting there and doing nothing wasn't going to solve anything. Eventually, Ruby finished her work and switched off the lights before jumping onto the swinging deathtrap above Weiss's head. A few minutes after her partner's breathing sounded like slumber, she slowly drew herself up and walked to the other set of bunks.

But rather than focus on the source of her affections below, her eyes drew upwards at the blonde mess of hair above.

The heiress lightly poked the mass of golden locks. The large girl moved around and turned over, her lilac eyes cracking open lazily.

"Mmm. What's up, Weiss?"

The snow-haired girl bit her lip. There was still plenty of time to turn back. Yet, there was one thing she could remember, from weeks ago, that Yang had suggested to her. Something she'd beaten the brawler over the head with a pillow for daring to propose at the time. And while it pained her to consider giving the blonde any more ammunition for this situation, she somehow managed to swallowed her pride and beat down her mortification as she promised she would, stringing her fingers through her long hair nervously.

"Um, Yang. You know how you mentioned something about 'cuddle buddies' that one time?"

The words processed through the blonde's sleepy mind for a few seconds. Slowly, the sleepiness dissipated. And was replaced by what Weiss could only describe as the literal definition of elation.

Blake couldn't believe her ears. Weiss? Cuddling with YANG? OUR Weiss? The one we've know for half a year at this point?

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in her chest.

She wasn't quite sure what it was, but it brought chills to her spine when she realized the feeling that followed matched the common description she seen written in many of her romance novels.

Jealousy.

She bit down on her sheet.

No, it can't be that. What would I be jealous about? We might be close, but we're not THAT close. It's not like Weiss and I are dating. N-not that we would be, anyway! If she wants to cuddle with Yang, what does that have to do with me?

"Say, does this have something to do with Blake?"

Amber eyes flew open.

Weiss didn't respond to the question immediately, which gave the Faunus girl time to settle her heart rate down. After a few seconds of silences, the heiress continued on, oblivious to the Faunus unintentionally listening below.

"…I guess so. I just… want to know what it felt like, but… I guess she is the cause of it."

Blake's ears flattened against her skull. I shouldn't be hearing this.

"Was it what made you tie the white ribbon in her hair?"

"THAT'S-!"

The brunette held her breath (and heard the two girls above her do the same) as Ruby shifted in her sheets from her bed, grumbling something not even her feline ears could pick up, though seemingly more related to her internal dreams than the noise Weiss had made. As soon as their leader stopped moving around, the hushed words above continued.

"…that's not… that's not how it was. Alright? Back then, I guess I just… Well, I guess it hasn't actually changed that much since then, has it?"

"Hmmm?"

"…I just want to remind her, she has people who care…"

Both girls went completely silent.

Blake had barely known Weiss for six months and yet the Faunus couldn't remember ever hearing something like that from Adam during their time together.

"You two are really sweet, you know that?"

"Hey, I asked you to cuddle, not to talk about my personal relationships… but, thanks. I think you're pretty swell as well."

"Heh, guess we'll have to change that 'Ice Queen' nickname pretty soon, huh?"

And with that, the talk above ended.

Blake wasn't sure what she'd just heard. She didn't think she was supposed to hear it, anyway, but she'd heard it all the same.

Maybe it would've been better if she hadn't. Maybe… she should just pretend she hadn't.

Yeah, that's probably for the best.

Yet as she returned to her own thoughts, she felt stress boiling inside of her. Their exchange with Penny that she'd tried to suppress surfaced once again, her body wincing as confusion took hold.

And something else. Some strange feeling, one she remembered experiencing for the first time only a few nights ago.

It took all of her remaining energy to keep from sniffling.


To be fair, this was going far better than Weiss had predicted it would.

Sure, her friend's enormous bosom was a constant pressure on her back, but thankfully it didn't bring the same flusterment that staring down Blake's pajamas had. It was certainly making her blush hard, but it wasn't mortifying.

The bigger problem was the slight movements that the larger girl cupped around her was making that kept reminding her desperate-to-sleep-mind that, yes, Yang was still cuddling her.

Sure, it hadn't been a major issue when she was collecting her thoughts on the situation and deciding that it was affection from Blake, and not just anyone, that she was craving. But now her mind was complaining about not being able to fall asleep.

She didn't blame Yang; she hardly could think badly of the brawler after agreeing to this situation with only a light-hearted tease and some innocent questioning.

But she HAD to get some sleep. Soon. Or she'd go mad.

Trying to wriggle out of the blonde's grasp, she hiked up her arms, pushing directly against Yang's stomach.

Evidently, that was the WRONG move as the hold around her reinforced with a grumble from the other girl. She held her tongue, afraid any sudden shouts would wake up Ruby.

Or, worse, BLAKE.

So, she tried a different approach. Pulling on the sheets, she tried to placate the grip on her while simultaneously freeing herself from it. Her hand gripped onto the edge of the bed and dared not let go as she tried to pry herself free from what felt like a wrestling move that Yang was using on her.

Suddenly, she felt the pressure relent, her hopes of getting a good night's sleep resurging as she pulled herself free.

And then gravity took over.

Blake had heard the sound, but she didn't bother trying to figure out what it was.

Thus, it was certainly a surprise when she felt the full weight of Weiss crash into her and sent her flying off the bed onto the floor.

Of course, this meant she could only look up in complete shock at the blue eyes staring down at her.

She DESPERATELY hoped this was a dream.

Okay, scratch that, this being a dream would probably be TEN TIMES more problematic.

Weiss could only look down in utter terror at the amber eyes staring up at her.

And scream internally.

Her brain tried, TRIED to endure the embarrassment.

Certainly, it shouldn't have mattered that she could feel Blake's breath at this distance.

It shouldn't have mattered that their bodies were pressing against each other.

It shouldn't have mattered that this was the greatest view of Blake she'd ever gotten with her ears unbound.

And it shouldn't have mattered that it was becoming very clear to her right hand that the Faunus girl didn't wear a bra to bed.

But it did.

It mattered so much that the brunette, the one who'd been bowled over, was the first to get out a word, though her voice shook as her eyes strayed away from the teammate sitting on top of her. "Uh, W-Weiss? Are you gonna… get up or…"

Snapping out of her stunned state, Weiss pushed herself away, desperately focusing on not touching any other place that she really shouldn't be. The heiress's mind fumbled, trying to think of something, ANYTHING to say. "I- I'm sorry. I thi- I think I was ha-having a nightmare and I probably just set up a glyph while I was in bed and it ending up shooting me over and I-"

This was bad. It was really, really bad. Her thoughts were jumbled. She could feel both of their pulses skyrocketing. Worse still, she was lying directly TO Blake's face and THAT was what was tugging at her conscience the most.

And yet, there was NO WAY she was going to tell Blake she'd just been cuddling with Yang. She'd die if anyone ever found out.

Of course, that knowledge did nothing to stop Weiss from blushing harder than she could have ever remembered.

Below, the raven-haired girl squirmed, her own cheeks glowing pink and her ears lying flat against her head as unfamiliar thoughts continued racing through her brain too quickly to fully decipher, the sensation of the skin that had been groped still not yet fading.

She never had any problem seeing in the dark and the moonlight spilling through the curtains created a stunning image of Weiss, even as she tried to keep her amber eyes away from the beautiful sight.

She'd always thought Weiss was beautiful, but she'd never truly thought through that particular fact.

Until now.

Which only made everything else much, MUCH worse.

Above, the brawler shifted and grumbled silently about the loss of her pillow.


Someday, I will stop tormenting these two. When I will actually let them think of each other without their brains going haywire. When they can talk to each other without tripping over every other word and their own legs.

today is not that day.