A/N: As promised, here is the second chapter for you guys. Thought I would give you guys a little happy-fluffy stuff after such a big falling out. What did you guys think? I personally enjoyed writing the reveal of Weiss's scar. Just cause I'm finding that it's fun to use ambiguity and suggestion to (hopefully) get you guys thinking about what's gonna happen next and stuff like that. Anyways this one is only a little bit shorter than the last chapter, so I'll stop wasting your time and we can get to what you guys really came for.

Enjoy! :D

It took a good twenty minutes before Weiss was able to breathe normally and get to her feet. Note to self: stay on Yang's good side. She made her way outside and gulped down the refreshing scent of the ocean as she thought about all that she had learned about the mysterious con woman known as Red.

She had known that the girl did what she could, but she had no idea that she had been working with someone who was a borderline saint. She thought about what Yang had told her about how Red worked herself ragged financing and helping orphanages not just all over the country, but all over the world. These thoughts brought back memories of one Weiss's first nights staying at Red's warehouse-turned- flat. Memories of Red standing in the doorway of her kitchen, wearing nothing but a bra and a pair of jeans that had to be a size or two too small with how perfectly they hugged the brunettes legs, telling Weiss that she wasn't being selfless in letting Weiss stay with her. That she needed to this job to go well. And now, it turned out that her selfish reason for befriending the heiress and letting her spend two weeks in her home was a compulsion to help others.

What a dunce. Weiss thought with a smile as she made her way towards Red's cabana. Her smile turned into a frown as these memories brought with them a tightness to her chest that she had been trying to bury for the last month. Her eye throbbed as she jiggled the handle to Red's front door, only to find it locked. The pain serving as a grim reminder of what the consequences were for being unable to rid herself of these "peverse" feelings she was having, and for being unable to keep her "condition" under control.

But as she made her way around the cabana and found Red asleep on a hanging bench facing the ocean, an open file on her chest and a small blue blanket tangled around her legs, it stopped. And as she took in the adorable ay her mouth hung open slightly as her head threatened to fall off the arm of the bench, she found herself smiling. And as the light of the rising sun hit the younger woman, she gasped. The light made the dark brown of Red's hair shine in a myriad of hues, and Weiss saw, upon closer inspection, that at the roots and of Red's hair and at the tips of a few sections, it was red. It was a shade of red that Weiss had never seen grow in someone's hair before; instead of the normal coppery orange most redheads were attributed with, Red's hair was a deep crimson, it was so dark at places that it blended perfectly with the almost black shade that dominated the rest the girl's head.

She's beautiful. Weiss thought, and that old tightness was back with a vengeance. But instead of reminding Weiss of the hell she had gone through over the last month, it chased the bad memories away and filled her entire body with a warmth that she had never felt before.

Red stirred and mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like "white", snapping Weiss back to reality. She blushed as she realised that she would have been perfectly content to stand there admiring the girl in front of her forever, and that doing so, even for as long as she had, was probably considered creepy by most.

She crouched down and grabbed Red's shoulder before shaking her gently. After one soft push, Red's eyes flew open, and she shot into a sitting position, looking around wildly before her eyes landed on Weiss and silver met icy blue.

"Weiss! W-what are doing here? No. Sorry. I should apologize first before anything. Look, I'm really, really sorry about last night, and as soon as I got back I sat down and started reading the file, but I was really tired, and a little tipsy, and I ended falling asle-"

Weiss put her hand on Red's mouth, cutting her off before she could finish her rambling. "How do you take your coffee and your eggs?" She asked, keeping her voice soft and gentle before removing her hand.

"U-um, cream and five sugars and scrambled!" Red squeaked.

"Wait here." Weiss said, standing up and heading into the cabana. She made a beeline for the coffee machine and was halfway through counting the scoops of grains when Red walked in.

Without any pants.

Red was in an oversized black t-shirt with an ornate red rose on the middle. It hung off one of her shoulders, revealing a significant portion of her perfect collar bone, and only hung low enough to cover what was absolutely necessary. She noticed Weiss staring and smirked before winking seductively at the heiress.

"Like what you see?"

Blushing, Weiss quickly returned her attention to the coffee machine and noticed that the filter was starting to overflow with grounds she had unconsciously scooped in. if it was possible, she became even more flustered as she poured the grounds back in the container and started to count out the number of scoops, making sure to keep her eyes firmly set forward as Red took a seat at the counter behind her.

"Are those the only clothes you have?" Red asked, before yawning and revealing two sets of perfect teeth.

"You aren't wearing pants," Weiss responded, crouching down to get a pan out of a pantry after which she went to the fridge to grab some eggs. Anything to keep her mind off the nearly naked girl sitting five feet from her. "I'm fairly certain I'd win if we were comparing acceptable daywear."

"Daywear is the key. I just sleep in this."

"Oh."

That should have been obvious. Come on Weiss, get it together!

"Which reminds me, what happened to the clothes we got you last time?"

"I had to get rid of them as they were not of a high enough caliber for someone of my stature." Weiss said, repeating what her father had told her.

"That's fine you can borrow some of mine, and we'll go shopping later."

"I would like that."

Weiss cracked another egg over a bowl and started to whisk them in order to scramble them, as they sat there in silence.

"Look I-"

"Listen I-"

Both women blushed as they shut their mouths. Red indicated for Weiss to go first and proceeded to look down and study the counter. Weiss sighed.

"Look, Red, I-I'm sorry for what I said last night. It was completely unjustified, and I shouldn't have acted that way."

"It's alright, I forgive you," Red said, as she looked up and smiled at Weiss. "I shouldn't have been drinking so much before the meeting anyways."

"Why were you drinking?" Weiss asked. Red's smile faded, and she went back to studying the counter with a sigh.

"How old are you, Weiss?" Well that was a bit unexpected.

"Twenty-one. Why?" Red sighed again and looked back at Weiss. Her normally cheerful silver eyes were gray with a storm of insecurity.

"I'm eighteen- or at least I'm pretty sure I'm eighteen, and I've done more despicable things than you would care to know. I'm eighteen, and two of my only friends are a cat-burglar and a hit-man- well hit-woman, but that's beside the point. I'm eighteen, and I'm about to infiltrate one of the largest corporations in the world, and attempt to steal over a hundred million dollars."

Weiss's attention left the breakfast she was making as she scraped the eggs onto two plates, and she looked at the girl sitting before her. She looked at her and she saw more than just a con-woman. She saw a girl who was doing this not because she wanted to, but because she had no other choice. She looked at her and she saw something that she herself knew all too well.

"You're afraid," she said.

Red nodded.

"You're eighteen, and you're afraid."

Another nod.

"I-I-why are you telling me this?" Weiss asked. This was the same girl who had quoted Kingman Brewster Jr., saying how she liked to play things close to the chest, and now she was spilling her guts out to the heiress.

Red shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe I'm just lulling you into a false sense of security. Maybe I'm manipulating you, like the conniving little bitch I-"

"Stop."

Red froze and the only thing that could be heard was the squawking of birds, and the rush of waves as Weiss padded her way around the counter and did something she never thought she would do.

She walked up to the girl curled up on the stool and wrapped her arms around her. She felt Red stiffen and was worried her offer of comfort would be rejected. She sighed inwardly when she felt the girl relax a moment later and put her head on the heiress's shoulder.

They stood there for what felt like eternity, and Weiss was once again brought back to when Red had done the same for her. She had stood in front of Weiss, looked her in the eye, and given her the first honest compliment the heiress had ever received. She hadn't wanted anything from Weiss and she wasn't trying to gain her favour, all Red had wanted was to comfort her and remind her of her worth. Not as a bargaining chip, or a negotiation tool, Red wanted to remind Weiss of her worth as a person. And now it was Weiss's turn to return the favour.

So she held Red and rub comforting circles into her back, and as she did so that warm tightness came back, and for the first time in a month, Weiss was truly and genuinely happy.

This morning had been a roller coaster from the get-go. From waking up to Weiss smiling down at her, to Weiss offering to make her breakfast, to spilling all insecurities out in front of the shorter woman, to being wrapped up in her arms. It was just… weird. But a good kind of weird. She knew that Weiss had issues with touching and displays of affection, which why it was so fun teasing her, and why this hug was more than just one friend comforting another. For Weiss to do this meant that, despite all her reservations, the heiress was making an effort to let Ruby in, and layer by layer, she was making her way through the icy walls the heiress had built around herself.

She nuzzled her head a little deeper into Weiss's shoulder and felt her shudder in return. It was becoming more and more clear that the attraction Ruby felt for her friend was being reciprocated, yet as she pulled away she noted the pained looked flash across the shorter woman's face momentarily and the pleasant moment was over. She didn't know what, but she knew something was troubling the heiress and she had a pretty good idea that it had something to do with the scar on her friend's face, and those that marred her torso in different places.

She sighed, the attraction may be mutual, but, right now, Weiss needed a friend more than anything else and until she worked past whatever was causing these inhibitions of hers, Ruby's feelings were gonna have to wait.

"Our eggs are getting cold," Ruby said before things could get awkward.

"Well than eat up, you dunce."

Ruby smiled and proceeded to scarf down what had to be the best scrambled eggs she had ever eaten. Afterwards, she went to the bathroom to brush her teeth and sent Weiss to look through her clothes for something to borrow. She came out, teeth brushed and face washed, and was met with a sight that nearly made her burst out in laughter.

Weiss was standing in the middle of the room in a large t-shirt, not unlike the one Ruby was wearing, hanging off both shoulders so that one could see her bra straps and just covering, if the creases and folds were any indication, a spectacular ass. Ruby spent a little longer than was appropriate staring at that general area before a huff brought her attention northward.

In Weiss's hands were a pair of dark skinny jeans and a pair of denim cut-off shorts. On her face was a look of frustrated indecisiveness that could only be described as adorable.

"I'd go with the shorts, they'll fit better."

At the sound of Ruby's voice, Weiss turned around, and upon seeing her, immediately turned back around, but not before Ruby caught a glance of the glowing blush on her face.

"I-I know that!" Sure, Ruby had decided to wait until Weiss was ready to make a move, but that didn't mean she wasn't going tease every chance she got.

"Then what's the issue?" Ruby asked.

"I-I don't have much experience with clothing of this sort. E-especially not ones this…revealing," Weiss mumbled, resolutely keeping her gaze on the clothes in her hands and not on the confusion on Ruby's face.

"You mean, like, with jeans? 'Cause they're pretty much the same as any other pair of pants."

"No, you dolt! I don't have much experience with…pants…in general."

"Why not?" Ruby asked. How this girl could had gone twenty-one years, and with the funds she had access to as well, and not have worn pants was baffling.

"They are not suited for a lady." Weiss replied and for the second time that morning, her friend got a faraway look in her eye and it sounded more like someone was talking through the woman, instead of her coming up with the idea herself.

"Well, I guess it's a good thing neither of us are proper ladies, now isn't it?" Ruby said jokingly. This seemed to bring Weiss back to the present as she looked at the shorts and smiled. "You should wear them."

Weiss separated her attention from the shorts and looked at Ruby, that same insecurity she had seen in the heiress's eyes the night of the party a month ago was back, and Ruby made it her mission to rid her friend of it forever. "You think so?"

"Yeah," she said as she walked over to the bed and started to pick out clothes. "It'd look good on you." She proceeded to remove her shirt and start changing into a pair of shorts, a black V-neck, and a short-sleeved red hoodie that she zipped up to just above her bellybutton.

She turned around while changing and saw Weiss staring at her, short-shorts untouched, and smirked internally. Realising she'd been caught yet again, the shorter woman whipped around and started to get dressed herself. "You could go change in the bathroom, you know." She said to the wall.

Ruby smirked again before replying. "So I'm not modest. Bits of the con life bleed into my personal character, no matter how hard I try." She finished zipping up her hoodie and turned around to see Weiss facing away from her, arms crossed, glaring at the point where the wall met the ceiling. "There, all done. Now come on we've got work to do."