Chapter Summary
The coming spring means an end to Blake's time at the girls' cottage, although Weiss finds creative ways to convince her lover to stay. (Fluffy smut!)Short black ears twitched as Blake stared mournfully at the rapidly melting snowbanks. Winter was turning to spring and the snows had begun to melt, the evergreens peeking out beneath the last layer of frost.
She found herself pining for the days when falling snow would block out the tree line, when one was lucky to catch a glimpse of anything farther than a foot from one's nose. Ruby would curl up, her head resting on the Faunus' lap as they sat before the hearth, the ever-present Weiss always looking annoyed and neglected until Blake would pull her close.
Mocking her, an insect's evening buzz carried through the forest, joined by the sounds of the late evening. A ray of moonlight clipped through the cloud layer, blinding the raven-haired Faunus before she could shield her eyes.
Well fuck you too, Earth.
Scowling, she snapped the curtain shut, annoyed less by the changing seasons than the decision she needed to make.
She slipped back into the clothes Ruby had found her in, smiling at the nearly invisible stitching where they had been torn. She'd caught Weiss trying to slip the now-repaired clothes back into her room, protesting feebly that she'd had extra thread after fixing something of Ruby's, that Blake shouldn't read anything into it. It was always fun to watch Weiss' rants dissolve when Blake kissed her silent, especially with how embarrassed it always made Weiss.
Blake sighed as she packed her few belongings together, leaving the loaned clothes folded neatly on the bed. Her bag dangling listlessly from her wrist, Blake scanned over what had been her home the past few months. Turning to leave, she found herself nose-to-nose with Weiss, ice-blue eyes glaring daggers up at the older woman. Well, nose-to-forehead, although Weiss was clearly trying her damnedest to seem as imposing as possible.
"Were you even going to bother saying goodbye?"
Guilt clawed at her stomach as Blake tried to avoid that piercing gaze. "I left a note..." she trailed off, the excuse dying in her throat as the full force of Weiss' fury slammed down upon her.
"You really think a scrap of paper with 'I'll be back soon' counts as any sort of proper goodbye?"
"I knew Ruby wouldn't take me leaving well, so as long as I didn't make a big deal out of it-"
"No," Weiss cut her off, half-hearted excuse falling on deaf ears, "You didn't want to explain yourself because you knew this was a bad idea, and that I'm smart enough to point that out to you."
Blake shifted her weight, wondering how difficult it would be to just leap past the younger woman. Physically, Weiss wouldn't be able to stop her…probably.
Sighing, she relaxed, resigned to talking her way past the princess. "When the snow melts, there are hunters who'll come looking for my body. When they don't find it…."
"They'll assume you wandered into an ursa den and got yourself eaten."
"They tend to be a little more tenacious than that. Ten-to-one, they won't rest until they find the bones, and even then might just work their way through the ursa population until they found whichever one had a little of me still left in it."
"Ignoring the obvious question about what you did to piss these guys off," Weiss scowled, "So what? They spend a couple weeks playing tag with a few ursa. With any luck, they'll get themselves eaten, and solve the problem for us."
"If they find the cottage first? I'm putting you, Ruby, and your mother in danger when all I have to do is lead them away from here."
"You really think that little of me?"
Blue eyes narrowed back into slits as Weiss crossed her arms under her breasts. "I'm not some delicate little flower who'll wait patiently for her big damn heroine. Last time, I distinctly remember saving your ass and if you think for a second that Mom couldn't pulverize anyone who..."
Blake grimaced, her stomach sinking as Weiss launched her diatribe. The knowledge that Weiss was probably right – that the family genuinely cared enough to fight for her – made leaving them all the more difficult, but no less necessary. "I know you would," "Which is why I need to leave. There's no reason to put the three of you in danger when all I have to do is hide for a few months."
Weiss shifted her weight until she was balanced on both feet, her small frame still somehow managing to block the one exit from the room.
"What if I don't let you go?"
Blake fought to stifle a smile. Granted, Weiss was scowling as much as ever, but there was a definite pout forming, which made her all the more adorable.
"You won't. That's the curse of being the older sibling; even if you hate the idea of me leaving, you'll let me go to keep Ruby safe."
The little ice princess glared up at her, clearly less than pleased about the arrangement.
Blake sighed and turned to go, and immediately found herself slammed against the wall, her pack knocked from her hand. Anger flared from instinct before a thin body pressed itself against her back, arms wrapping around her as it pinned her against the wall.
"Weiss, I...," words failed her as one hand came untangled long enough to shove itself roughly down Blake's pants. Taking her in her hand, Weiss began to squeeze, gently grinding Blake's traitorously growing cock against her palm. Pulling back up, Blake bit back a moan as Weiss pulled her member free of her clothes, the chilly air biting at the hot, sensitive flesh.
"Weiss, what are you..." Blake asked, words cut off by a groan as her lovely molester decided to start stroking the hardening flesh, soft fingers playing gently along its length.
"Making sure you have a reason to come back to me."
Blake growled in the back of her throat, unable to do much of anything as Weiss caressed her. It was getting difficult to focus on anything more than simply standing, her legs flinching as pale fingers teased and stroked.
A hand reached up to tug her chin, gentle but insisting. Blake turned, only for Weiss to stand on tiptoe to kiss her, their lips meeting as Weiss' fingertips swirled around the still-growing member.
With a guttural moan, Blake came, the muscles in her groin pulsing as she released into Weiss's grasping hand. Knees buckling slightly, she forced herself to stay upright, hands clawing at the wall for some sort of traction.
A deep moan escaped her lips as Weiss pulled from the kiss, bringing her dirty palm to her mouth before giving it a long, slow lick.
"Weiss…," Blake growled, annoyance with Weiss' interference dueling with her desire to carry the shorter woman back to bed and fuck her senseless.
Weiss spun her around, the air leaving Blake's lungs as her back smacked into the wood of the wall. Blake stared down at her lover in wonder, the boldness shocking her more than the hands shoving roughly through her clothes. Either she or Ruby normally had to drag Weiss into their 'sessions' – not that she ever seemed to mind once they'd started – but she'd never been to one to start things. Weiss had never been this forward, this … aggressive.
Gods, is she hot when she's mad.
Weiss shook her slightly, snapping Blake out of her reverie. "Take off your clothes."
"Weiss, I need to go..." Blake protested feebly, her body quickly overriding what sense she had left.
Blue eyes narrowed into slits as the princess glared up at her. "Take them off, or I rip them off. You'll just have to wait while I fix them for you." Weiss chose that moment to grind her hips along Blake's leg. Even through her stockings, Blake could feel the girl's wetness, her need. "I can sew very slowly."
Justifiable excuse in hand, Blake officially threw all caution to the four winds. Shimmying out of her shorts, Weiss propelled her back into her room as she stripped. As soon as the door was closed, Weiss was on her again, desperate kisses only broken as she wrangled the white nightdress over her head. Underwear tossed atop their clothes in a jumbled heap, Weiss tackled her onto the bed, frenzied hands running across their thighs and hips, fingers clawing their way down each other's backs.
Blake felt herself grow hard again as Weiss ran her tongue clumsily around one nipple, her attempt to lead doing less for Blake than the sheer idea of stuffy, stubborn little Weiss trying her hardest to play the sex kitten. Loving her proud little princess, Blake let her take the lead, falling back into the sheets as Weiss ravished her.
Finally, Weiss pulled back, moving down Blake's body until her hips rested atop Blake's. Blushing furiously, the younger woman dragged her sex along Blake's hardened shaft. Frustration mixed with ecstasy as Blake felt how wet Weiss was, her slick pussy sliding along the underside of Blake's cock as she sandwiched it between them.
Her thighs taut with the strain, Weiss raised herself off the bed, one hand guiding Blake's dick to her waiting lips. Rocking slightly, Weiss ran her slick pussy across Blake's tip, causing her to moan aloud as the Faunus gritted her teeth. Each stroke was electric and infuriating, teasing her with the promise of Weiss' very being, and torturing her with the denial.
Her hands found their way to Weiss' hips, tugging desperately to make Weiss lower herself. Stoic in her refusal, Weiss kept rocking, looking up into Blake's face as she moved.
"Promise me you're coming back."
"Weiss, I..."
Weiss stopped, shoving Blake roughly back against the mattress. Staring up at her princess, Blake found herself frozen by ice-blue eyes, filled with anger and swimming with tears.
"Promise you won't leave me."
Blake pulled herself up, cupping Weiss' chin as she kissed her forehead, a cascade of kisses falling on the younger woman's cheek, her nose, her lips, until golden eyes were staring unblinkingly into scowling blue.
"I promise."
The glare faded slightly as Weiss nodded and lowered her hips.
It took every fiber of self-control Blake had to hold herself back, the sensation of Weiss's sex wrapping around her own as maddening as it was incredible. She groaned Weiss' name against her shoulder, one hand sliding up into snow-white hair, looking for something, anything to hold onto.
A quiet moan reached her ears as she pulled the silver strands, heralding another wave of pleasure as milk-white hips began to rock, riding Blake ever closer to cumming.
One tan hand slid down Weiss' taut stomach, flickering through downy curls before resting above her entrance. Blake could feel her hardness as Weiss drove it into herself, rocking Blake's length in and out as she moved.
Sliding back up, Blake searched briefly, rewarded by a breathless gasp as she found Weiss' clit. The quiet moans turned to whimpers as Blake massaged the little nub, grinning in spite of herself as Weiss' eyes slipped shut, unable to maintain the effort to keep them open.
Suddenly, the rocking stopped, Weiss shuddering as she sat atop Blake.
"It's not … I can't …."
Blake forced herself up, gathering the younger woman into her arms, blind consolation and affection on her lips.
"It's okay. Whatever you need, just tell m-"
Weiss cut her off with a trembling kiss, the pained frustration clear on her face.
"Blake, just fuck me."
She did not need to be told twice. Within seconds, Weiss was ground into the sheets, teeth clenching down on the pillow, fighting to muffle her moans as Blake rammed into her. Regretting the pressure she must be putting on Weiss' back, Blake leaned in, her weight on her free hand as she pulled Weiss' face up to her own. Weiss kissed her desperately, eyes glazed over as she moaned, whimpering each time her lover hilted with her.
Letting go of Weiss' chin, Blake slid her one free hand down her girlfriend' chest, loving the special, keening moan she got when she teased Weiss' smaller breasts. Winding her way down the princess' panting chest, Blake found her target, and nearly came when Weiss cried her name, the younger girl spasming from the new attention paid to her clit.
Moments later, they were both spent. Weiss curled up against the sheets, body limp from that last climax, still filled with Blake's seed. The Faunus stroked Weiss' hair as they basked in the afterglow, their breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
"We keep this up, and even the herbs you've been using won't keep you from getting pregnant," Blake panted, half-joking.
Weiss slowly pushed herself up on one arm, turning to stare down at Blake. Rather than smack her, or give the expected snarky reply, she pressed one hand to her stomach, staring longingly down into golden eyes.
"Would that be so bad?"
Cock struggling desperately to rise one last time – biological imperative driving the ill-behaved organ to ecstasy with the idea of Weiss carrying their child – Blake pulled her girlfriend down towards her. After a moment, the princess relaxed against the Faunus, head tucked protectively under Blake's chin.
"I'm coming back," she said softly into the younger woman's ear. "Not from some sense of obligation, but because there is nothing that would make me leave you."
Weiss was very quiet for a while, her silence and slowing breath leaving Blake to wonder if the girl had fallen asleep.
"Two months," she mumbled into Blake's chest.
Blake kept petting her hair, waiting until Weiss met her eyes.
"You get two months. After that, I'm coming after you and dragging you home."
"I love you too, Weiss."
"...I know."
Blake left before the dawn, Weiss drowsily following her to the door, her hand tugging on Blake's sleeve until the fabric finally pulled free. A few steps out the door, and the Faunus found herself turned back for one last look.
What had been her home these past months sat there, the last vestiges of snow still clinging to the corners of the roof, smoke spiraling lazily out of the chimney. In the doorframe stood her girlfriend, arms crossed beneath her breasts as she scowled out at Blake.
Smiling at her own thoughtlessness, Blake turned back, giving Weiss one last kiss. Pulling away before Weiss could see her tears, Blake ran off into the woods, trees quickly hiding the cottage, and her lover, from sight.
