A/N Hey all, if you like what you've read. Please check out "Your Heart Will Open Minds" which is a RWBY fan fiction written by yours truly.

This is going to be my last upload for this week, but I will be trying to get back on a schedule now that my finals are up.

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Ruby

That's so distracting, why does she do this to me? I know that she doesn't mean to and that it isn't meant to be distracting, but it just is. I pout, staring at the beauty that sits beside me, attentively taking notes. Every now and then, she blows a small bubble with her gum and idly pops it with her tongue.

Oh if only my tongue were there too. I sigh, apparently loudly because she turns towards me and cocks her head, batting her eyelashes innocently.

I inhale loudly and cover my mouth; she knows what she's doing to me. I'm sure of it. Although, I can't really do anything about it, I turn towards the board, pretending to take notes while I'm actually just doodling a quick sketch of Professor Port.

I can feel her smiling to my left.

Suddenly, the alarm bell that Professor Port asked Weiss to set rings, signaling that it's time for us to be dismissed. I get out of my seat and pick up my stuff, sprinting back up to the dorm with the help of my semblance.

Slamming the door behind me, I notice that I'm not alone. Blake stares up at me from her bed with an amused look on her face.

"Hey Ruby, Is the world ending? Why the rush?" She asks, closing the book that she was reading.

"Uh, where's Yang?" I reply, attempting to dodge the question. It's weird and a problem that I have to deal with.

"Don't change the subject, Red," she smiles, getting to her feet. "Come on, you know that I can keep a secret," she says, wiggling the Faunus ears beneath her bow.

She has a point; I doubt that any of us would have guessed that she was a Faunus without her outburst two years ago. I sigh and flop down face first on the bed that Weiss and I share, breathing in her wonderfully intoxicating scent.

"Weiss was chewing gum in class today and teasing me, but she probably didn't mean to do it. But I saw her batting her eyelashes at me. That might have just been her blinking normally. It's not my fault that I see most things sexually with her. She did it to me." I shove my face into a pillow and yell, trying to release my frustration.

Behind me, Blake chuckles softly and places a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "I can hear her coming into the room; I'll leave the two of you alone."

Looking up, I see her walk to her bed and take the book, leaving the room as Weiss enters.

"Ruby, dear, are you ok? You didn't wait for me after class," Weiss says, punctuating her speech with a pop of a bubble.

I don't respond and suddenly feel a pair of arms wrap around my waist. Weiss breathes into my ear, her cool, minty breath raising goosebumps on my arms. "Weiss . . ." I groan, flipping onto my back and taking her face in my hands, pulling her to my lips.

"Ruby, what's gotten into you?" She breathes, dodging me and playfully kissing my neck.

She definitely knew what she was doing.

"Weiss, why?" I ask pitifully, holding her head to my neck. I know that there are going to be hickeys there tomorrow morning, but I don't care.

"Nobody's here, I can be as open with you as I want, my love," she responds, peppering my neck with sloppy kisses.

After a while, I'm unable to take the tension any longer and switch positions with Weiss quickly. Now below me, Weiss smiles at me deviously and raises her knee a little bit, causing it to rub pleasurably against my button.

"Weiss, you've been teasing me all morning," I say through gritted teeth, holding her arms above her head.

"Well what are you going to do about it?" She challenges, feebly struggling against my grip.

It's better not to tell her, and just show her. I undo the button of her uniform's jacket, and then undo her white blouse, exposing a frilly black bra that contrasts with her pale skin. Wait a second; I've never seen that bra before. "Is that new?"

"Yes it is, I got it for you. Do you like it?" She asks, shifting her legs and bringing her other knee up to press against me. Then to add insult to injury, she blows a bubble and pops it right in my face.

My heart throbs painfully and I bite my lip, staring at her, not saying anything and she frowns at me.

"Do you not like it?"

Her question catches my attention and I smile at her. "I love it, Weiss. You're incredible. But you didn't need to do that for me."

"You dolt! I didn't do it because I needed to do it for you; I did it because I wanted to."

Her answer melts me and I release her arms, maneuvering myself next to her until we're both facing each other.

"And guess what?" She asks me in an uncharacteristically husky voice, pressing her lips to my cheek and moving up to my earlobe, nibbling it softly. Her cool breath makes me shudder in wicked delight, weakly trying to get a grip on her arm. "The panties match it."

At that I physically feel my arousal spike.

"Do you want to see them?" She whispers, fingering the frills of her skirt.

I nod vigorously, rubbing my arms across my chest to calm the aching nubs that cry for attention.

Lifting her legs up, she pulls the skirt above her head and lazily tosses it aside, giving me a perfect view of her even more perfect butt. Like she said, her panties match her bra, but to my surprise, she's wearing a v-string; the most revealing piece of clothing that she's ever worn.

"Ruby, come to me," she commands, spreading her legs with a longing look in her eyes. Her bra is so thin that I can see her nipples poking out.

"Oh, Weiss," I moan, leaping on her and immediately shoving my tongue into her mouth.

She returns the kiss passionately and begins to moan into my mouth, sharply inhaling as I maybe accidentally brush up against her most sensitive parts.

Pushing her panties to the side, I slide my finger into her wet and willing slit, savoring her sweet moan which abruptly stops and is followed by a fit of hard coughing.

"Weiss? Are you ok?" I ask frantically.

Was it something that I did? Is her throat connected to that somehow?

Eventually though, she stops coughing and wipes the tears out of the corner of her eyes.

"Ruby, could you get me some water please?' She asks, sitting up and rubbing her throat which must be completely raw.

"I accidentally swallowed my gum."