Anna POV
Cali flopped onto our (my) bed and rolled onto her back, looking up at me.
"Are we going tomorrow?" I poked her belly and she curled up like a roly-poly.
"But of course, madam. T'would be a shame not to hang with such fine folk." I said, adopting a terrible British accent. Cali nodded and uncurled, stretching out and making her shirt ride up. I tried mightily not to stare at her exposed skin. At her pale, smooth stomach.
I swallowed thickly and turned away, every atom of my being screaming at me to ravish her. I distracted myself by drawing Siegfried and twirling it like a gunslinger before slamming it home in its holster. It worked, sort of.
Cali curled up with her pillow, watching me.
"Are you gonna lay down?" Oh, boy I wanted to, but I restrained myself.
"Got some homework to do." I said lamely. She shook her head and held out her arms, not unlike a small child.
"C'mere." I nodded, instantly and completely forgetting any and all homework there may, or may not, have been, and held up a finger to tell her to give me a minute. I undressed, feeling a bit awkward as she watched me. I slipped into my sleep sweats and padded barefoot to the bathroom, where I washed off any and all remnants of the tiny amount of makeup I'd deigned to apply that morning.
Finally out of things to stall the inevitable, I flipped off the light, then walked back to the loose diamond we'd arranged the beds in, sliding under the covers next to Cali and closed my eyes.
Her arms encircled my waist and I turned toward her, leaning my forehead on hers and wrapping my own arms around her. She made a sweet humming noise.
"Goodnight, Anna." I smiled and squeezed her slightly.
"Night, Essie." She cuddled closer and dropped off to sleep not too much later.
I must have dozed off, because I cracked my eyes open slightly, unsure what had woken me. Then a pale, blurry oval, slashed two-thirds down and strangely jagged at the top, floated into view.
My body heated up exponentially as the oval came slowly into focus. It was a face, smiling down at me.
"Cali?" Her coy smile widened, and I realized that it was an expression that I'd never seen on her. She was straddling my waist, her hands planted on either side of my head. She moved her hips slowly, grinding her womanhood against mine.
I let out a small, surprised moan.
"Cal? What are you doing?" She leaned down, her hot breath licking around my face like an arid breeze.
"Shut up." I froze, wondering, What the bloody blue hell is going on here? Her small, soft tongue ran up my jawline and I shivered, pleasure rippling down my spine in delicious waves. I don't know, but I like it. I really, really like it. I was reluctant to ask questions, but I had to know.
"Cali, where is this coming from?" She smirked and leaned down.
"From you." She murmured before sinking her teeth into my neck.
I jolted awake in her arms, my chest heaving like a bellows.
Well, fuck fuck fuckity fuck-fuck. I thought sourly.
Cali was snuggled into my side, her head resting on my chest, using me as a pillow. I flexed my willpower and reinforced my self-control, forcing myself not to kiss her while she was unaware. NO. I told myself. I promised myself I'd tell her face to face when the time came. I sighed and pulled her closer, it sure is hard denying yourself the one thing you want above all else.
I woke again in the morning to Blaine's whiny ass bitching.
"Agh! It's too early to get up!" Unable to stop myself, I sat up and retorted.
"And it's too fucking early for your bitching, Blaine. Just suck it up and deal like the rest of us." Niles nodded, which I could tell rankled her. Good. I thought. The little Bitch Princess needs a dose of reality. And the reality is that even Niles can't, or won't, agree with everything she has to say.
She tossed her rat's-nest-slash-bed-head hair and huffed. Cali sat up and yawned, her tongue sticking out slightly and bringing back pleasant memories of my dream.
She blinked blearily and focused on me
"G'mornin." She mumbled. I smiled fondly at her.
"Morning. How did you sleep?" She leaned against me and rested her head on my shoulder.
"Was. . .okay?" She murmured sleepily. Evidently, was not okay. I flicked her nose lightly.
"Uh-uh, Cal, you have to get up now." She moaned and wrapped her arms around my waist.
"Two more minutes." I laughed and stood up, pulled her out of the bed with me, and pushed her towards the bathroom.
"Take a bath, girl." She trudged into the bathroom, pouting as she went. I love Cali when she's still half asleep, she's even cuter than when she's not. Blaine was eyeing me from across the room.
"When are you going to tell her?"
"Maybe when you start minding your own damn business." I shot back. She shook her head with exaggerated disappointment.
"I'm just concerned about my subordinates." I grunted.
"Too concerned, apparently." Niles put a hand on her shoulder and told her to let it go. She sighed, but did as she was told. You don't say no to Niles. Not if you want to live, that is.
I know I mentioned before that he was bigger than Cardin. He's a few inches taller and decidedly more muscular than him, so he's already intimidating, but on top of being tall he's also African American. And everyone knows that tall black guys can be pretty intimidating when they want to be. Hell, short black guys can be pretty intimidating too.
Fortunately for everyone, like I mentioned earlier, he's a nice guy. I mean, he's keeping Blaine off the market so that others can enjoy their single life without fear of Blaine developing a crush on them. . .that was a bit of sarcasm. He is a nice guys though. Bit of a temper though.
I gathered my uniform and Cali's, carrying them to the bathroom and knocking on the door. No answer. I sighed and opened the door, greeted by the sight of Cali sitting on the floor, legs splayed carelessly and her head resting on the rim of the tub.
I sighed heavily and closed the door behind me.
By some strange mix-up (or divine intervention), our bathroom has a tub instead of just a shower. It's totally fine with us, though. In fact, it made my job easier when I ran warm water and lowered Cali gently into it.
"Thank you." She said, as I washed her left arm. I washed her shoulders, back and neck thoroughly, half savoring the moment and half wanting to get it right the first time, so I didn't have to go through this sweet, sweet torture again.
"You're welcome." I twirled my finger counter-clockwise in the air, signaling her to turn so that I could reach the right side of her body. She did as instructed, sloshing water out of the tub and onto the knees of my sweats. I chuckled and began to wash her right arm.
"Anna?" She called my name quietly, sending a little thrill through my chest.
"Mm?" I said absently. She waited until I looked up at her, and said:
"You're my best friend." I smiled warmly at her as my cheeks glowed with pleasure.
"Thanks, Cal, you're my best friend too." She took my hand and nuzzled it affectionately.
"Stop that." I said, laughing. "You're getting me wet!" I immediately blushed at my poor word choice. Cali didn't seem to notice. I cleared my throat. "Leg." She slid down a little and lifted her right leg out of the water so that I could wash it. I cupped the back of her thigh to keep her leg out of the water and focused on washing her. I refused to blush again.
I also refused to let my eyes wander. I finished washing her leg and motioned for her to turn again so I could get the other leg. While I was doing so, I glanced at her face and laughed. She'd sunk down so that the water covered her mouth and her hair floated around her head.
She rolled her eyes and gurgled at me. I laughed again, but refocused on her leg. When I finished, she sat up and crossed her legs, facing me. Now came the part that was simultaneously my favorite and least favorite part.
I started at her waist, going across her stomach and up in tight circles. At first, I skirted her chest, instead having her raise her arms so that I could reach her armpits, but then there was no other choice.
She leaned forward so I could better reach, but I kind of wished she hadn't. I washed her breasts gently but firmly, and her eyes fluttered closed. She bit her lip every time the cloth passed over one of her nipples and I pretended not to notice when they hardened.
"Sorry." I muttered, though I didn't stop. I was still making sure that I wouldn't have to do it again, because I couldn't predict what I might do if I had the chance. She'd probably let me too. I thought a bit sadly. Though she probably doesn't feel the same way.
"Anna?" I jumped, mortified upon realizing that I'd stopped washing, and on top of that, my hand was resting square on her right breast. I flinched, dropping the cloth in the water.
"Sorry, sorry." I dipped my hand in the warm water and retrieved it, my hand brushing her thigh. I felt that if I stayed any longer, the tightly wound coil of sexual tension that had been steadily building up throughout this encounter would explode into something very unpleasant. Long term anyway.
I pressed the cloth in her hand and stood, backing away from the tub.
"I think you're good." I mumbled, desperately trying to calm my runaway heartbeat. She stood and I tried to look anywhere but at the rivulets of water running down her body. She stepped out and wrapped herself in a towel, peering into my face.
"Are you okay?" I nodded stiffly.
"Yeah. I'm good." She looked unconvinced, but nodded anyway. She dried off and dressed in her uniform before brushing her teeth and hair and leaving. I dropped heavily onto the toilet and stared at my shaking hands. I laughed bitterly.
"I'm so pathetic."
Ruby POV
"No." Was all Blake said, crossing her arms. Yang pouted.
"Pleeeease?" Blake wouldn't budge.
"No. You know how sensitive my ears are."
"Pretty please?"
"Well. . ." Yang brightened, and Blake gave an evil smirk. "No." Yang mock glared at her.
"You're an evil woman, Blake Belladonna." Blake simply dipped in a sarcastic curtsy in response.
"I try. Maybe I'll leave the window open and see if I can hear from here." Yang stuck out her tongue.
"I give up. No date for me. Weiss? You going?" Weiss shrugged.
"I'm not against going, Ruby?" I thought about it.
"I think I'll go too," I decided. "Their music isn't bad." Yang stiffened.
"What do you mean 'not bad'? Their music is pure genius!" Weiss sniffed.
"Well, sure it is, if you enjoy touchy feely stuff like that." I gave her a look that clearly said: 'Riiiight. And you're one to talk.' She blushed and crossed her arms. "After I tried to take your side." I smiled at her and shook my head. Yang was still livid.
"How can you say 'not bad'?! Name one person or group better." Easy peasy.
"Jeff Williams." Yang's jaw dropped.
"What?! Jeff Williams? There's no comparison!" I smirked.
"That's right. No comparison, no competition. Jeff stomps the Achieve Men all day, every day." Yang was visibly trembling now, trying to speak, but sputtering in her anger. Blake laid her hands on her shoulders and I watched as the anger seeped away. Yang took a deep breath.
"Jeff has skill, I'll give you that, but that's just one person. Name another." Also easy.
"Lamar Hall." Yang's eyebrow twitched.
"Lamar Hall is a rapper. That's a completely different genre." I shook my head.
"Falling in Reverse did a rap song." Blake cringed.
"But it was kinda terrible." I shrugged.
"Yeah, kinda. Okay, bad example. Um. . .Oh! Fall Out Boy has had rappers do songs with them." Yang giggled.
"2 Chainz isn't a rapper." I blinked.
"He's not?" Yang, Weiss, and Blake all burst out in loud peals of mocking laughter.
"No." Weiss said.
"Not even close." Blake affirmed, one second behind her. "It offends both sets of my ears to hear even the name." I frowned.
"Uh, aren't you guys taking the 2 Chainz bashing a bit too far?" I got a triple dose of sarcastic stare. "Okay, fine. But Big Sean isn't a bad rapper." Yang hesitated.
"Fine, I'll concede that. But I still say Achieve Men rule." I laughed.
"Sure. Maybe on an allotted piece of land granted them by Jeff Williams, aka the King." Weiss and Blake snickered.
"Wow, Ruby. You're really passionate about this." I shrugged.
"I really like his music. Like This Will Be The Day. I'm considering making it my personal theme song." Yang rubbed her forehead.
"For whatever reason, that sounded like a really, really bad joke."
Mmm, bath scene. Well, it's not technically a lemon, but whatever. Sorry guys, I completely forgot about Siegfried, maybe next chapter. I couldn't resist bashing 2 Chainz, I'm sorry to any of his fans out there (if he has any XD ZING!). :D But at the end there, you probably noticed where my opinions bled into theirs. . .by which I mean they were completely mine. XD I came up with the idea because of the Ruby Rose episode, where she's listening to This Will Be The Day on her headphones. I thought that was funny, so I wrote a little scene in honor of it. The original included Lil Wayne related topic, but I took it out. Didn't seem to fit. Two updates within six hours, eh? Who's awesome? Huh? I CAN'T FUCKING HEAR YOU! Sorry, I'm tired. It's like 2:00 in the morning. Goodnight, Fanfiction.