Blake was pushed onto the bed and pinned down by Weiss as soon as the two had finished their quiet walk back to their room. The angel gazed upon Blake with an endearing expression before leaning in to take her lips. For a moment, Blake was lost in the taste and essence of Weiss. This wasn't so bad.
Then, Blake felt a hand caressing the skin underneath her shirt.
Instinctively, her hands snapped up to stop them.
Blake realized immediately that was probably not the right reaction.
Weiss stopped kissing and pulled up, her hand still locked in place by Blake's. A myriad of emotions danced across her face — one of them being disappointment.
"I'm sorry," Blake apologized immediately, consciously removing her hold on Weiss. She closed her eyes and waited for Weiss to continue.
Of course, Weiss never did. Instead, the angel rolled off Blake.
Blake's eyes snapped open at the movement, her arm reaching out to grab Weiss, to stop her from leaving. God, no, Weiss can't be disappointed with her. Shit. Blake screwed up. She was supposed to let Weiss. Weiss has been so nice to her already. The only thing Weiss wanted from Blake was that she be her girlfriend. Why couldn't she even do that?
"I'm sorry," Blake repeated, her voice breaking slightly.
Weiss smiled gently and leaned back in to give Blake a gentle peck on the lips, then she snuggled underneath the covers next to the Faunus. Weiss lay on her side, facing Blake, regarding her with pensive eyes.
"Please say something," Blake whispered, trying to decide what was worse.
"Hush, there's nothing that needs to be said," Weiss tenderly reached out to stroke Blake's hair.
"I'm sorry."
"You never have to be sorry about this. You should know that."
"You didn't have to stop."
"Yes, I did," Weiss murmured, edging closer so that her forehead was touching Blake's. "I'm not like Cardin, I won't force you to do anything."
Blake paused, the words she wanted to say engulfed by her emotions. "He's dead," Blake whispered.
"He is."
"I don't know how I should feel," Blake confessed, her hands finding Weiss' and squeezing them. "I thought I'd be happy and relieved but I'm not."
"That's normal," Weiss soothed.
"And I'm still scared," Blake rambled, needing to explain why she couldn't do what Weiss wanted of her. Even though she knew Weiss would be gentle, that Weiss would be kind. "I know I shouldn't be scared anymore. Especially not of you."
"You can be scared," Weiss reassured. "I can't imagine what you've been through."
"I'm sorry," Blake apologized again. "I'll try harder," Blake promised. "I'll get over it."
"I pushed too fast," Weiss countered, smiling wily. "I asked you to be my girlfriend yesterday. And we haven't even gone on our first date."
"Dates?" Blake blinked, confused.
"I haven't properly courted you yet," Weiss smiled. "I was going to do this properly, but I wanted to make sure that someone didn't snatch you way while I was being noble," Weiss explained, nuzzling Blake's nose. Then her eyes flickered upwards to Blake's bow. Weiss nimble fingers easily removed it. "That's much better," Weiss stated, rolling over to set the ribbon on her bedside table.
Blake's ears flickered in response to the fresh air. Blake's eyes watered at Weiss easy acceptance of who she was. Her fingers flew to the collar around her neck. It felt good to belong to Weiss.
"You're the best thing that has ever happened to me," Blake professed, a swell of emotion glowing inside of her.
"Aren't I?" Weiss teased, pecking Blake on the lips for the last time before closing her eyes.
Blake watched Weiss fall asleep. It was a thing with Blake. She liked knowing the Weiss was safely in dreamland before following suit. Blake liked listening to the rise and fall of Weiss' chest, the peace as stillness came over the angel.
That was when Blake heard the sound of glass being shattered.
A figure stood impossibly in their room — Blake hadn't heard the sound of a door opening and the window glasses looked intact — staring back at her. Blake was suddenly thankful she was a Faunus — under the shadow of moonlight, Blake wasn't sure she would have been able to see the figure without her night-vision. As it were, though, she could. The figure was petit and wore black, tight-fitted hooded clothing with a Grimm mask that covered her nose and lips. From that, Blake gathered that she was a member of the White Fang. She was female, Blake gathered from the curves on her chest.
Most noticeably, were the eerie eyes.
Each successive blink caused a change in colour, pink, to brown, to white back to pink again. It had a disconcerting effect.
Blake sat up. Picking up Gambol Shroud from the bedside table and standing up quietly from the bed — not wanting to rouse Weiss if not absolutely necessary. In a swift motion, contrasting her earlier lethargic movements, she shadow-jumped at the figure.
An umbrella came up from nowhere to parry Blake's blow. The figure jumped away. She stood at the window sill, silent but thoughtful. Blake thought she sensed an amused smile behind the mask.
"Leave now, or I wake the guards," Blake commanded.
"He didn't tell me she had a guard dog," the figure teased. "One that she whores out, to boot."
Blake flushed with anger.
"Well this'll make my job easier," the figure continued, tossing an object at Blake. "Would you please feed that to her."
Blake caught the object in one hand, her eyes never leaving the figure. It was a vial of some sort of black liquid. It smelled of something foul and polluted. "Is this…?"
"Poison, yes," the figure responded easily. "A gift from the White Fang. It's your key out. If your Master dies, your collar should come off automatically."
"You came here to kill Weiss?" Blake questioned, her heart pounding.
"It seems she's angered a few people," the figure answered flippantly. She then tossed another object at Blake. "Place it somewhere visible, the White Fang will take responsibility. Play your cards right and you'll be a free man."
Blake opened the scroll in her hands. Are you ready to meet our demands? was the opening statement. She need not read anymore.
"Leave," Blake asserted once again.
The figure frowned. "That's a rather testy tone you're taking with me. Don't tell me, you actually like your master?"
Blake shadow jumped at the figure once again, this time dual-wielding Gambol Shroud. The blades slammed against the figure's raised umbrella. "She's got you brainwashed good," Blake could feel the figure smirk before she sidestepped Blake.
Blake turned around to see the figure standing in the centre of the room. "You've got the stuff if you decide to come to your senses," the figure said, then bowed. Then, her image shattered and all that was left was an empty room. The remaining reminders of the incident rested in Blake's hands.
God, she felt ill. Setting down the items on the dresser, she backed away from them hastily. Then, she went back to the bed and snaked a hand to Weiss' neck, feeling for her pulse. When the steady beat of Weiss' heart was felt, Blake let out a sigh of relief.
Blake didn't sleep a wink that night.
It made Yang strangely happy to see Blake wearing her bow. It was like Blake was carrying a piece of Yang around with her. The two of them were at the library since Weiss had her meetings to attend. Blake had been unhappy about not being able to accompany Weiss, but Weiss had handed the Faunus a list of books to read and the Faunus seemed to have momentarily forgotten her worries.
That part of Blake was very cute.
Yang herself didn't particularly enjoy reading, but watching Blake had been entertaining so far. Though she could see that Blake's worries were starting to slowly reinstate themselves into Blake's mind.
"Hey Yang?"
Yang was surprised to hear Blake initiate conversation. "Yes Blake-y?"
"Do assassination attempts happen a lot around here?" Blake asked tentatively, her morning conversation with Weiss playing in her mind. Blake had wanted to accompany Weiss during her day — to protect her, she was good at that. But the princess was having none of it.
You were almost killed! Blake had protested.
Hazard of the trade, Weiss had said flippantly.
Yang looked away. "Not really," she said unconvincingly.
"Weiss' dad was poisoned." Blake pointed out.
Yang sighed. "That was sort of different."
"Explain?"
"Cinder was the one that poisoned my dad," Yang divulged spontaneously, regretting her actions only slightly. Blake was talking to her, that was a first.
Blake's eyes widened. "Wait, what?"
"I don't think Weiss knows what really happened, so please don't tell her."
"I think she does know," Blake countered. "Weiss really hates Cinder."
"Not the whole story," Yang sighed.
"Why wasn't Cinder arrested?"
"Not enough evidence or something," Yang explained, fidgeting. "I didn't really want to press. Weiss just pretends she hates Cinder, but it's hard to hate your own mother."
"She's your mother too." Blake pointed out.
"She's my stepmother."
"Oh," Blake blinked. "That makes more sense."
"No it really doesn't. Like I said, it's a long story." Yang looked at Blake sadly. "Velvet's mixed up in it too."
Blake's ears drooped and her eyes darkened slightly. "Right, Velvet. Tell me about her too," Blake commanded, suddenly very interested.
"It's a long story."
"I've got a lot of time."