Of Dark Skies and Shining Stars
Chapter Two: Team Attraction
Monochrome
As with all terrible ideas, it seemed like such a great one in the beginning. This one had been no exception, Weiss thought, reaching up to cradle her head as she swung her legs over the side of her bed.
The sudden motion made her dizzy, and she paused for a moment to let her stomach settle somewhat.
She grimaced, and tried to focus her blurry vision. She had a pounding headache, could barely keep her balance, and was so dehydrated that she was worried she had suffered permanent damage.
When the dizziness had faded, she slowly pushed herself to her feet. Swaying unsteadily, she reached out toward the wall, leaning on it for support as she glanced around the room.
An uncontrollable blush stole over her cheeks as she realized that all of her team-mates were wide awake and staring at her, and as the memories of last night came flooding back, she suddenly wished that she had succumbed to lethal alcohol poisoning.
Surely it would be better than dealing with her team-mates...
She groaned softly as she began padding toward the kitchen, her stomach roiling uncomfortably with each step. An unsettling queasiness made itself known, and she wondered if she had the balance and presence of mind to make it to the bathroom in case she felt the urge to vomit.
Said team-mates were watching the hungover heiress, all with varying expressions on their faces. Ruby was staring forlornly at the silver-haired girl, biting her lip as the object of her affections reached up with a shaking hand to grab an empty glass from the cupboard above the sink.
Yang was outright glaring at the girl, her ire over Weiss' actions last night not yet quelled. The dust-user had crossed a hard line last night, and it would be a while before Yang could find it in herself to forgive her.
Hell, she might never be able to, depending on how things went.
Blake stared at Weiss' back, still unsure of what to think or say regarding last night. Sure, Weiss had been pretty bombed, but that didn't make it any easier to look her in the eye this morning. Blake wasn't sure how much the heiress remembered, and she wasn't sure how she felt about the whole thing.
Well, that wasn't totally true.
She knew that she was angry. Outraged, in fact. Yet, she sort of understood where the girl was coming from. To say what happened was unwanted would be technically lying, but the method was definitely unacceptable.
Nevermind how Yang had responded...
Blake glanced at her partner, and Yang, sensing the stare, turned to look over her shoulder at Blake.
'You okay?' Yang mouthed, gesturing with her hands toward Blake.
Blake considered the question for a moment, then nodded slowly.
All things considered, she was fine.
Turning her gaze back to the heiress, her soft, shimmering golden eyes turned hazy as they lost focus, her mind slipping back to the events of last night.
Blake took a reserved sip from her cup of questionable drink, prepared for her by none other than her teammate Yang. It had a sort of funny taste to it, and was a dark purple, almost black. If Blake didn't have the utmost faith and trust in her partner, she'd be worried that it was spiked with something.
As such, she was pretty sure it was just several types of hard alcohol, and if she was lucky, a juice of some sort.
Her golden eyes flitted from her partner in question, to her younger sister Ruby. Ruby had initially declined her older sister's outstretched bottle, an invitation to drink, but Yang had pressed the attack and now Ruby took an experimental sip from the glass bottle, wrinkling her nose ever so cutely at the taste.
Blake smiled, and glanced about the room they currently occupied.
They hadn't strayed very far from their own room, the four of them crossing the hall and piling into team JNPR's room. Comprised half of men, the team had significantly less belongings than team RWBY, as the boys had foregone all but the most necessary of possessions. Thus, their dorm room was quite a bit more spacious than team RWBY's, and had become the unofficial party place for various events.
As her gaze swept over Weiss and Pyrrha near Ren's bed, she was certain that Weiss was staring at her from the corner of her eye. As she focused on the two, however, Weiss' gaze was once more fixed on Pyrrha, who was chatting happily about Jaune. Weiss appeared to be listening, but upon further inspection, Blake noticed Weiss' gaze flitting rapidly from Pyrrha, to herself, and back again.
'Strange... '
Blake put it to the back of her mind as Nora popped up beside her, a glass of something sugary and orange in a clear plastic cup in her hand.
"Blake! You're being awfully quiet over here! What are you thi-OOF!"
Ren appeared seemingly from nowhere, grabbing Nora by the shoulder and dragging her back right as she had leaned in to throw her arm around Blake's shoulder. He cast an apologetic glace her way, before shaking his head at Nora.
"What did I say earlier about bothering people?" He chided softly.
Nora giggled, taking a sip from her cup before smiling sweetly at Ren.
"Heh, sorry Ren." Turning to Blake, Nora waved. "Have fun Blake!" Turning on her heel, she threw her arms up, narrowly avoiding sloshing her drink all over Ren as she shouted Jaune's name.
Blake shook her head, a smile curving her lips at Nora's endless amounts of energy.
"Feeling okay, partner?"
Blake glanced to her left as Yang leaned up against the wall beside her, leaning in and nudging Blake's shoulder with her own.
Blake nodded slowly, taking another sip of her drink.
Such an unusual taste.
Yang glanced down at the cup, her eyes lingering on Blake's lips for a minute before meeting her eyes.
"I know these kinds of things aren't really your style, but it's nice of you to come out and support the Ice Queen on her birthday."
At the mention of Weiss, Blake glanced over at the girl, on the other side of the room. Her eyes widened slightly as she caught Weiss staring at her, a displeased look on her face.
It didn't last long, however, as Weiss turned away to face Pyrrha upon the realization that she had been caught staring.
"Weird... " Blake mumbled softly.
"Hmm?" Her partner perked up from beside her. "What's weird?" She asked, reaching up to brush a lock of curly blonde hair from her face before taking another swig from her bottle.
Blake's bow twitched as she realized she had spoken out loud.
"Er, nothing."
Yang sighed, then threw her arm around Blake's shoulders.
"C'mon," She cajoled. "You can't keep secrets from your best partner."
Blake glanced at the grinning girl from the corner of her eye, sticking her tongue out slightly at the cheeky blonde.
"If you were truly the best partner, you'd be able to read my mind." Blake said dryly, crossing her arms over her chest.
Yang pulled the raven-haired girl closer until Blake was leaning on her shoulder, an affection that she didn't really mind.
"Okay, okay, let me concentrate for a second... "
Blake hummed bemusedly as Yang closed her eyes. Raising her hand to her forehead, she pressed her fingers to her temple, bottle still in her hand. As an afterthought, she quickly brought her bottle to her lips and took another drink, then resumed her thinking pose.
Blake waited, patiently.
"I got it!" Yang shouted, drawing casual glances from Weiss, Nora, and Jaune. Ignoring them, she leaned in close to whisper in Blake's ear. With her arm still around Blake's shoulders, she used the girl to steady herself as she bent down to Blake's level.
"You're secretly disappointed that we got Weiss a german chocolate cake, and think that we should have got one made entirely of tuna instead."
Blake couldn't suppress an undignified snort of laughter, causing Yang to laugh as well, although more so at Blake than with her.
On the other side of the room, Weiss took another drink, and glared.
"What the hell is Yang saying that's so funny anyway?" Weiss growled, clutching tightly at the glass in her hand.
A burst of laughter from Nora obscured her words, and beside her, the red-headed Invincible Girl leaned in a bit closer with a puzzled look on her face.
"Hmm? Sorry, what was that?"
"Nothing." Weiss shook her head, looking away from the black and yellow pair to turn her sights on Pyrrha.
"So, how goes yours advances on Jaune?" Weiss asked, raising her glass of white wine to her lips and taking a dainty sip.
Pyrrha shrugged, reaching up to toy with the ponytail that hung over her left shoulder.
"He's... " Pyrrha trailed off as she tried to think of a nice descriptive word.
Luckily, Weiss was not bound to such niceties.
"A clueless dolt." Weiss stated bluntly.
Pyrrha grinned, scratching the back of her head.
"Unobservant." She offered.
Weiss hummed. For her own sake, she had hoped that it had been going better. If she got one more terribly written 'romantic poem' in her rocket-assisted locker, she was going to hang him up by his hoodie until he choked himself unconscious.
"Well, don't let that discourage you." Weiss replied.
"I know full well that whatever Ms. Nikos puts her mind to, she achieves."
Pyrrha beamed at the compliment, folding her hands across her lap as she thanked Weiss.
A small scuffle pulled Weiss' attention away from what Pyrrha had opened her mouth to say next, as she glanced over to see Yang with Blake in a playful headlock. The blonde's cheeks were darkened, whether by alcohol or exertion, or a bit of both, Weiss wasn't sure.
Blake seemed more inconvenienced than irritated by the roughhousing, her face showing no emotion other than a half smirk as she deftly defied the blonde's attempts to put her to the ground. Yang may have been heavier, but Blake had had many years of practice manipulating the center of gravity of much larger opponents. In this situation, Yang was no different as she struggled to twist and throw Blake to the ground.
"Unsophisticated brute!" Weiss scoffed, shaking her head as she downed the rest of the wine in her glass.
"Would you like another, Weiss?"
Weiss started at the sound of Ruby's voice from her right elbow, and she turned to see her team leader standing beside her with her ever-present wide grin, gesturing to the glass.
"Oh. Er... sure. Thanks." Weiss passed the empty glass to Ruby, a myriad of emotions whirling through her. On one hand, it was nice to have someone dote upon her again, a luxury she hadn't experienced since leaving for Beacon. On the other hand, Weiss was imbued with a deep-rooted respect for chain of command, what with her father's heavy-handed ruling, and Winter's time in the military. For her leader to be assisting her, and not the other way around, it was mildly unsettling.
Ruby was back in a figurative flash, offering Weiss a refilled glass of wine.
Weiss accepted it graciously, rewarded with Ruby's brilliant smile.
"Would you like some?" Weiss asked, offering the glass to Ruby. A part of her thought it was only fair, considering Ruby had fetched it for her.
Ruby hesitated a moment, before nodding. "A small taste wouldn't hurt, I guess."
Weiss cracked a half-smile as Ruby took the glass. Raising it to her nose, she took a cautious sniff. Deeming it acceptable, she took a sip from the glass, silver eyes locked onto Weiss as she tasted the liquid.
"It's not bad." Ruby shrugged after a moment, licking her lips.
"Certainly better than what Yang offered me."
At the mention of Yang, Weiss took the glass back and took a large gulp, glancing over the rim to where Yang was still getting handsy with the Faunus.
"Yes, well, " Weiss spoke softly, lowering the glass, "Your sister is an uncivilized ruffian."
Ruby lightly slapped Weiss' shoulder, scoffing.
"Don't be rude." Ruby scolded.
Weiss hummed shortly in response, taking another gulp of the sweet liquid. An enticing warmth passed through her chest, and her cheeks darkened slightly as she glanced once more at Blake.
Pyrrha reached out a steadying hand, gently grabbing Weiss' shoulder as the girl swayed unsteadily.
"Are you okay, Weiss?"
Weiss tore her gaze away from the raven-haired girl across the room, blinking and taking a second to focus on Pyrrha's bemused face.
"Hmm? Oh... yeah. Yeah, I'm okay, thanks Pyrrha." Weiss responded, concentrating a bit harder than usual to form sensical sentences.
"Okay, well... don't hurt yourself." Pyrrha smiled that same bemused smile, watching the shorter girl curiously.
"Is this your first time drinking, Weiss?"
Weiss thought about it for a moment, then nodded slowly.
"Yes, at least, to this capacity."
"I see," Pyrrha said.
Weiss was about to respond, when laughter from Ruby caught her ear. Turning away from Pyrrha, Weiss saw what had prompted Ruby to laugh.
Yang had managed to get Blake to loosen up enough to show off one of her hidden talents, her ability to juggle.
Jaune and Nora stood around Blake, Nora loudly cheering on the feline Faunus as she deftly juggled aloft three misshapen clay balls, courtesy of an ill-fated pottery class that Nora and Ren had attended once a few months ago.
Emphasis on once.
It was astounding how one five foot one inch girl could be covered so thoroughly from head to toe with clay.
"Surprise juggling addition!" Yang cried, grabbing a frayed and worn tennis ball from Jaune's desk behind her and tossing it at Blake.
Blake's bow twitched as her ears attempted to lay flat against her head, eyes widening as she spied the offending object arcing through the air toward her.
With a bit of skill and almost no grace, Blake managed to snatch the ball from mid-air, bending awkwardly at the knee as the ball went a bit low.
Hands moving quicker than she thought possible, she fought to get some sort of order back to her juggling, but it was all for naught as a clay ball slipped from her grasp.
Kicking it with her foot before it could hit the ground, she aimed it toward Jaune, who deftly caught it as the remaining clay balls landed in Blake's outstretched hands.
Sighing, she glanced at her partner, throwing her a glare.
"Thanks a lot, Yang."
Yang snickered at Blake's narrowed stare, throwing her hands up innocently when the raven-haired girl gestured rudely at her with her middle finger.
Weiss carefully set her wine glass down on the small table beside Pyrrha, and reached up to loosen off the ties in her hair. Letting it fall down her back, she ran her fingers through it a few times to pull out any tangles as she spied Jaune staring at her from across the room near Blake.
Ignoring him, she flicked her hair out, an fan of silver-white that shone brightly in the artificial LED lights of the dorm room.
With her gaze fixed upon her target, she strode confidently across the room until she was beside her two taller team-mates. Schooling her usual 'resting-bitch-face' into something a bit warmer, she reached out and gently ran a finger down Blake's arm, drawing the girl's attention away from Yang.
Weiss was aware of the heavy gazes upon her back as she dropped her cup into the sink. Taking a deep breath, she steeled both her stomach and her pride as she turned around to face her team-mates.
"Are you feeling okay, Weiss?" Ruby asked, looking the most sympathetic out of the three.
Weiss took a moment to contemplate her answer, looking first to Ruby's sister, then to Blake.
'Scratch that,' Weiss thought, 'Ruby's the only sympathetic looking one.'
Blake looked away, finding something interesting about the back of her hand in her lap, and Yang was the only one to continue to stare holes in her, her face a mask of barely concealed anger and disgust.
Head pounding, Weiss decided the shortest answer was probably best.
"Not yet." She replied, glancing at Ruby as she leaned back against the counter. Her hair was still unbound from the night before, and it was an odd feeling.
Not bad, just... odd.
Reaching up, Weiss ran her fingers through her long unbound hair. From the corner of her eye, she saw that Blake had raised her eyes from her lap to once again stare at her, but Weiss pretended not to notice as she lazily ran her fingers through her hair. Gathering it all up, she pulled it over her right shoulder and exposed her neck to Blake as she absent-mindedly raked her fingers through her tresses. As she tried to calm the pounding in her head, her hazy thoughts turned to what she could remember from last night.
The scent of wine almost masked the natural scent of Weiss as the silver-haired girl sat down beside her on the couch. Blake glanced sideways at the intoxicated girl, noting her unbound hair with mild interest. The girl was always admirably beautiful when she was all dolled up, but times like now, with her hair down and clad in a pair of light blue jeans and a dark red short sleeved V-neck shirt, she was something else entirely.
Blake tore her gaze away as Weiss leaned in against her right shoulder, Weiss' breasts pressing against her arm.
'They're bigger than her compression combat clothing would first indicate... '
"What are you doing sitting over here by yourself?" Weiss asked softly, pressing herself closer to the raven-haired Faunus.
Blake bit her lip, trying her best to ignore the warm feeling of Weiss squeezing up against her as she glanced about the room, attempting to appear uninterested.
"I just prefer to people-watch." She replied after a moment, her voice even. "I think you learn more that way."
Weiss hummed for a moment, before reaching over and placing her right hand in Blake's lap, on her knee.
Blake's heart skipped several important beats at the touch, and immediately she wondered how much Weiss had had to drink.
"You think you learn more about people by watching them than talking to them?" Weiss asked quietly. Blake suppressed a shiver at the sound of Weiss' soft voice in her ear. Nervously, she took another sip of the drink Yang had made for her.
"Well, " She began after a moment, "People say what they want you to hear. It's something they've been practicing all their lives, and most have no idea how to shut it off or to be truly honest with what they say. However, not very many people act differently from how they feel. They might try to hide it, but they aren't covering it up or replacing it with a different emotion. They're just trying to keep you from seeing that it's there. I think that people are inherently more honest in the way they move and act, rather than in their words."
Weiss stared at her for a moment, humming softly as she contemplated Blake's words.
"Is that why you talk so little?" Weiss asked quietly, leaning up and nuzzling her face into the crook of Blake's neck. Her lips ghosted across Blake's warm skin, and she began trailing her hand up Blake's leg toward her inner thigh.
Blake shivered under the dual assault on her body, but still had the presence of mind to grab Weiss' hand before it traveled too far.
"I guess that's for me to know." Blake offered quietly, gently shying away from Weiss' lips as they made brief contact with the right side of her throat.
Weiss pouted for a moment, pursing her lips together in an oh-so-inviting way. When Blake showed no outward reaction, instead choosing to simply look away as a dark blush stole over her cheeks, Weiss decided to change tactics.
Reaching up, she gently caressed Blake's cheek before turning the Faunus' mildly surprised face back toward her. Before she could think of pulling away, Weiss hooked her arm around the back of Blake's neck, pulling the girl down on top of her as their lips roughly connected.
A small 'Eep!' was the only sound that Blake could make as Weiss leaned back on the couch, pulling the flustered Faunus on top of her. Weiss hungrily nibbled on Blake's bottom lip, her left hand coming around to caress Blake's broad, strong shoulders before sliding down her lithe back to her tight ass. Shamelessly groping the raven-haired girl, Weiss took advantage of Blake's slack-jawed surprise to deepen the kiss. Blake half-moaned, half-groaned, and Weiss gripped Blake's ass a bit tighter, her hand cupping her cheek tightly before loosening her grasp and sliding her hand down and around to the inside of Blake's thigh, her fingers brushing against her crotch with only the fabric of Blake's pants separating skin to skin contact. Weiss pulled Blake tightly against her, grinding her hips suggestively against the overwhelmed girl laying on top of her.
Finally, Blake managed to get her wits about her, breaking the kiss and licking her lips hastily as she pushed herself off the smirking heiress, grabbing at Weiss' hands and pulling them off her body as she pushed herself away and into the corner of the couch. Her face was indistinguishable from Pyrrha's hair, and she refused to look at Weiss as she glanced around the room to see if anyone had seen what had happened.
Against all odds, it seemed as if everyone had been distracted by something else during their half a minute or so encounter.
Yang and Ruby were nowhere to be seen, probably in the kitchen making drinks, Pyrrha and Jaune were sitting on Jaune's bed side by side and staring at something on Pyrrha's scroll, and Ren and Nora were across the room animatedly discussing something.
Well, Nora was animatedly discussing something, judging by her wild gestures. Ren was slowly nodding, saying a few words every moment or so to show that he was paying attention.
"What has gotten into you?" Blake growled, golden eyes sliding sideways at the smirking heiress at her side.
"About three-quarters of a bottle of white wine." Weiss evenly replied.
"That was so uncalled-for." Blake pulled her knees to her chest, hugging them tightly as the feeling of Weiss' hand on her backside seemed to burn against her skin.
"You liked it." Weiss countered, daring Blake to deny it.
Blake bit her lip, glancing sideways at the girl beside her.
Weiss glanced around, then reached up and gently tugged down the collar of her shirt, revealing a bit more of her chest.
"Come on, don't be a pussy." Weiss taunted, licking her bottom lip slowly.
Blake bristled at the insensitive language, tearing her gaze away from Weiss and looking out toward the kitchen as Yang and Ruby emerged with a couple glasses in their hands. Ruby was laughing, no doubt at something Yang had said earlier in the kitchen.
Blake let her gaze slide to Weiss, who was smirking at her. Weiss ever so slightly parted her legs, then slid her hand down the inside of her thigh.
Blake followed her hand, unable to tear her gaze away as Weiss' hand caressed the inside of her thigh, and just when Weiss would have passed her hand over her crotch, she hesitated. Then, she lifted her hand and made a 'come here' motion, slowly curling her index finger toward Blake.
Blake shook her head, looking away from the teasing girl as she pushed herself up off the couch, stalking away toward Yang.
Sharp hungry blue eyes watched Blake's hips sway as she walked away.
Author's note: I really wanted to do a fic where Weiss gets to cut loose from all the uptight rules she has to follow, and I figured that Weiss getting drunk at her birthday party would be a perfect way to portray that. Turns out, Weiss is a bit sexually frustrated, and has a thing for Blake. Which Yang might also have. I wasn't able to make Weiss as flirty and downright predatory as I wanted to, because even what I have written felt horribly off-kilter, but I like to imagine that Weiss doesn't enjoy being a stuck up princess as much as she pretends to.
There's more to come, so whether you enjoyed this portrayal or didn't, drop me a review and let me know why. All comments and criticism is appreciated.
Things may get naughty in the next chapter. There's a reason Yang is so pissed at Weiss, after all.
