Being on a team, Weiss decided, had been an awful influence on her work ethic. Being exposed to, and forced to share a room with, girls of her own age that treated her as an equal had twisted the act of doing homework from an enjoyable activity into a chore. Weiss slumped in her seat in the library, tapping her pen against her lips. She wanted to shove the books aside and play with Zwei. Or maybe she could talk to Ruby, or torture Yang just by standing next to her. The blonde had certainly been acting strange, but even after spending a year with Yang, Weiss still had trouble determining if the word "normal" applied to her teammate. Weiss sighed and looked over the rail at all of the students on the first floor of the library. She expected to see Blake down there, either hard at work or just entering. Maybe the black-haired girl wouldn't mind coming over to keep her company.
Weiss's hand was on her scroll before she knew it. The heiress noticed she was blushing and instantly forced herself to think about something else besides Blake. Her homework seemed like a good way to take her mind off of the… confusing thoughts she had been harboring. But at least she wasn't confused about her assignments. She knew that she could answer all of the questions in a flash with intense, laser-like focus. The other question would take a little longer to figure out. Weiss looked around the library at the other students who were not plagued by blushing cheeks and fluttering hearts, and if they were, they were hiding it much better than she could.
It wasn't fair, Weiss decided. The other students didn't have to endure the meaningful glances or mysterious smiles that vanished in a blink from a beautiful girl. They also did not have to share the same living space as the same girl, or want to be in her company as often as possible.
Weiss leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms and thinking back to the night Ruby had made that silly bet. For twenty lien, the heiress had to coerce Yang and Blake to sleep in the same bed. Thanks to Yang's incomprehensible thought process, the task had been done without Weiss doing anything besides faking sleep. However, she couldn't forget the feeling of Blake willingly getting closer to her, or the way their bodies seemed to melt together. Weiss swallowed against her dry throat. It was a shame that that would never happen again.
The thought made her sit upright in her chair. Why would she want something like that to happen? Weiss shook her head, blaming the musings on all of the stress she had been feeling. Weiss groaned and turned her attention back to her books. The homework in Beacon was nothing to laugh at. There was no time to spend on those sorts of relationships, especially ones that would never happen.
Two weeks passed since the formation of the Bee's Schnees. Each day, Blake and Yang would meet in their dorm after class to gush about Weiss: what she was doing, how she looked, the way she maintained a perfect set of nails, the magnificent sound of her voice, how she smelled, and how they managed to get pictures of the heiress without her noticing.
"You know what's great about Weiss?" Yang asked, kicking her feet in the air as she flipped through Blake's recent additions to the Weiss photo gallery.
"Besides everything?" Blake asked.
"Good point. But I think her brain is the best part of her. She's so smart." Yang buried her face into the pillow she brought with her down on the floor.
"Sounds like you got to the pictures I took in class."
"Well, yeah."
Blake smiled and looked at the next photo. She felt like her heart was about to explode when she saw the perfectly framed shot of Weiss doing chin ups. The white clothes Weiss wore clung to her body, and she was covered with sweat, which combined with the lights to accentuate her muscles. Blake's breathing became ragged, and she sent the photo to her own scroll.
Yang saw the notification and laughed. "Found something you liked, huh?"
"Well, yeah," Blake croaked after she cleared her throat.
"I'm surprised I was able to get that one, but she really focuses on whatever she's doing."
"You don't get great grades by being unfocused. It's quite admirable," Blake said.
"Yeah," Yang sighed. She finished scrolling through Blake's pictures and rolled onto her back. She looked at the ceiling and groaned, "This isn't cutting it."
Blake looked at her partner from her spot on her bed. She was lying on her stomach while looking through Yang's photos. She twitched her ears, no longer seeing a point in wearing her bow in the comfort of her own room, and said nothing.
"We can sit around here until the end of our lives putting Weiss up on a pedestal, but nothing will happen. She could be swept off by someone like… like Neptune!" Yang said, cutting a hand through the air for emphasis.
"Neptune," Blake growled, mind filling with ways to torture the blue-haired boy if he laid a finger on Weiss. When the bloodlust faded, Blake asked, "So what do you suggest?"
Yang kept her eyes on the ceiling, lost in thought. She clenched and unclenched her fists, which made a popping sound each time she did. Finally, she said, "A bet."
"A bet?"
"Yeah." Yang rolled onto her stomach to look at Blake. "Over the course of a week, we'll see who is able to get back into Weiss's bed and live to see the next morning."
"And we can use any means at our disposal?" Blake asked, eyes widening with excitement.
Yang looked at her as if she had asked the silliest question ever. "Of course."
Blake broke eye contact for just long enough to look at one of the pictures of Weiss before she licked her lips. "I like it. Are we starting now or tomorrow? The day is almost over."
"We've done enough waiting. Now is the time for action."
"Good point," Blake agreed.
Yang extended her hand, which Blake immediately clasped. The action solidified the bet, and both of them felt the chains of doubt fall away from their bodies. Now that they each had a clear objective with visible opposition, everything slipped into focus. The partners tightened their grips, looking into each other's eyes, minds aflame with ways to get closer to Weiss, all for the golden prize of getting to stay in the heiress's bed again.