A/N: Thank you to SushiLite for being my first review, you're awesome my dude.
Ch. 2
Yang stood in front of the garage and stared out after Weiss's car. Even after the it turned the corner and speed out of sight, she stared.
"You know, she's straight."
"So is spaghetti until you get it hot," Yang replied without looking at Ruby, a smirk on her face.
"I'm serious, she has a husband," insisted Ruby.
"Yeah? Dad had a wife once, and his and Qrow's wedding was goddamn beautiful...who is this 'husband' anyways?" Yang asked reluctantly, putting air quotes around the word "husband".
"He's that power plant tycoon's son. Neptune Vasilias. They got married 6 years ago. He's that blue haired guy that's in Blake's bar all the time. He usually doesn't leave until Blake does," said Ruby.
Yang folded her arms across her chest, another smirk growing on her face. "Oh so that's how you know, been hanging around the bar? Still hung up on finding that ginger?"
The blush that spread across Ruby's face was confirmation enough for Yang, who started roaring with laughter. Just then the phone rang from inside the shop, causing Yang to jump and go answer it.
"Sun Dragon auto-shop, this is Yang," the phrase felt automatic at this point, spilling out of her mouth before she had time to think about it.
"...um, hello again Yang...I may have, um, slightly rain over a glass bottle...and my tire may be a tad deflated…."
Weiss paused before Yang heard a sigh on the other line.
"Yang look, I wasn't paying attention and I ran over a glass bottle, I have a flat, I need some help, if you're willing." Weiss completely dropped the professional attitude, the words coming out in a casual, albeit slightly defeated, tone.
"Sure thing Princess, I'll be there in just a sec." Yang smiled to herself, turning back into the garage to grab the keys to the tow truck. She called over her shoulder to let Ruby know where she was going.
"Good luck buddy, hope your girl turns out to be spaghetti," teased Ruby.
"You and me both Rubes, you and me both," muttered Yang to herself before hopping into the truck and speeding off to Weiss.
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Weiss sighed and pocketed her phone after finishing her conversation with Yang. She leaned up against her car and closed her eyes, taking a moment to think about all that had happened that day. Was she really attracted to Yang? Looking at the evidence...hell yes she was. In hindsight, Weiss thought she really should have seen this coming much earlier. The boys that courted her in boarding always seemed so bland, while the girls they had invariably ended up with a few weeks later grabbed her attention without fail….
And now that this beautiful vibrant blonde had come into her life and made everything so clear, what was she supposed to do with that information? Firstly Weiss was married, it was a sham of a marriage, but it was a marriage nonetheless. Second, she wasn't even sure Yang was gay, she had a rainbow flag, but any decent human being could support the LGBT+ community, queer or otherwise. Third, Yang was gorgeous. More than that, she was absolutely stunning. If Yang wasn't already in a relationship, she was sure to have dozens of potential suitors all clamoring for her attention, what made Weiss think she had the slightest chance with her? And fourth...well Weiss didn't have time to think about "fourth" because she could see Yang's yellow tow truck coming around the corner.
Weiss straightened her clothes and fixed her hair, making sure she looked presentable. A Schnee with with a flat tire and desperate for help was still a Schnee after all.
Yang pulled up next to Weiss's car, hopped out, threw the passenger door open, and, with a large smile and ridiculous bow, said "Your chariot awaits, m'lady."
Weiss raised one perfectly manicured eyebrow at the blonde beauty and fought down the blush creeping up her cheeks. "Why don't you just change my tire?" she asked skeptically, though if she was being honest with herself, she would take any excuse to be with Yang a little while longer.
"Because you don't have a spare," Yang said with a chuckle, "Seriously, bad oil, no spare, I'm surprised your car hasn't broken down before this."
"Well my husband usually sells the cars he buys within a month so he never really has to do any maintenance…." Yang's smile shrunk, but not before she saw the grimace that appeared on Weiss's face when she said the word "husband". "Wait a second, how do you know I don't have a spare?"
"Dude I was under your car like, 20 minutes ago. You don't have a spare," Yang said, her smile returning at Weiss's indignant tone.
"Ah, of course...that may be the first time anyone has ever called me 'dude'. And judging by the look on your face, it probably won't be the last," Weiss sighed and took Yang's offered hand, hoisting herself into the tow truck and folding her hands neatly in her lap. Yang hooked up Weiss's car to her tow cable and secured it onto the bed, then came around and got into the truck.
"So where's the Princess's castle?" Yang asked, pushing her aviators down over her eyes and shifting the truck into drive.
"It's 1500 Snow Boulevard. Just a little past the beach."
"Damn are you serious? I mean I know you're a Schnee and everything, but Snow Boulevard? That's like the nice side of the richest street of uptown," Yang chuckled.
"Yes well, I suppose Neptune wanted to uphold the idea that Schnees will only take the best. Our neighbors are some of the most prestigious citizens in Vale. Just last week we hosted the biannual Beacon charity mixer. Only the upper crust were invited, we had guests ranging everywhere from CEO's to-"
"That sounds like a drag," Yang interrupted.
"Excuse me, you brute! I'll have you know that I feel privileged and honored to know such-"
"Holy shit you hate them!" Yang laughed. "You totally hate them! You're bored out of your mind with the dinner parties and the cocktail hours and the husband buying muscle cars and being a trophy wife."
Weiss stared at Yang for a few seconds before her incredulous look turned into a smirk.
"They're awful. They're absolutely insufferable. One of them actually wears a monocle. Who on all of Remnant wears a monocle unironically?"
Yang snorted and Weiss covered her mouth trying to stifle the giggle bubbling in the back of her throat. "Well Ruby wears a monocle sometimes, but only when we're playing Monopoly."
Weiss laughed aloud at that, no longer able to keep it in. The rest of the ride continued with comfortable conversation. 15 minutes later Yang pulled up to the Schnee estate. Whistling lowly, she pushed her glasses down on her nose.
"Daaaaaamn, Princess. Do you have a whole football stadium in there?"
"No...just a tennis court...and a few bowling lanes...and a home theater…." Weiss said with a small smile playing on her lips. She laughed at the dumbstruck look on her companion's face. "Well what do you expect, I have a lot of hobbies. If you'll believe it I don't have many friends. Most people say it's due to my 'cold exterior' and 'unwillingness to open up'. They're not exactly unjust in calling me 'Ice Queen' I suppose... "
Yang raised an eyebrow at the white haired girl. "Oh yeah, can't imagine anyone saying that. But seriously Princess, no stadium? I have to say, I'm a little disappointed."
"Oh hush," said Weiss, grinning to herself. "The garage is just around here in the North wing. We can bring the car over there, I know Neptune keeps a fully stocked garage, even if he has no idea what he's doing with any of it. He's spent a fortune on tools and equipment and barely touches any of it." Weiss gracefully slid out of the truck and opened the giant garage doors.
Yang backed the tow truck into the garage and jumped out to follow Weiss. "Well lets just see this 'fully stocked garage', shall w-oh sweet baby beowolves, this place is magnificent…" Yang said under her breath staring around the garage, open-mouthed and wide-eyed.
"Well thank you, whenever I'm interested in something, I tend to put all that I have into it. And 'all that I have' happens to be a lot," a voice sounded from behind them. Yang turned around and saw a blue-haired man leaning on the door-frame that lead into the house. He was dressed semi-casually in jeans and maroon jacket with a pair of goggles pushed up on his head. He wore a dazzling smile and the look on face screamed "womanizer".
Yang had never met a man that seemed to ooze that much confidence.
Yang had also never automatically hated anyone as much as she hated Neptune.
Well, she didn't actually hate him. She was just insanely jealous. Not because of the home theaters or the fully stocked garages, but because he had Weiss. And he seemed to be able to provide for Weiss and at least keep her somewhat happy.
Neptune walked over to Yang, his smile never wavering."Hey, I'm Neptune. Thank you for helping my wife." He smiled and put an arm around Weiss's waist. The girl in question thought she saw Yang's eyes flash red when this happened. But she blinked once and Yang's eyes were back to their gorgeous lilac.
"So what's the problem with Trident?" Neptune asked, now addressing Yang.
"Um...I'm sorry, who's Trident?" Yang asked, a bit colder than she intended, crossing her arms and glaring at Neptune.
"It's what he calls all his cars, every time he buys one he names it Trident all over again." Weiss sighed, looking at her nails.
"...right. Well, 'Trident' is just fine. The oil needed to be changed and the front left tire is flat, but nothing is wrong. If you'd like to change the tire yourself, I can just leave the car here," Yang stated, slightly more cordial this time, but her arms remained crossed and she still looked a tad defensive.
"Oh no, that's fine, I'll just call the auto-body shop in town. My father always said they were the best in Remnant, never disappointed him once," Neptune said, still keeping the smile plastered on his handsome face. Yang had the brief urge to slap it off before she heard Weiss laugh softly.
She and Neptune both turned to look at her with similarly curious expressions on their faces. "Neptune, this is Yang Xiao Long, she's the co-owner of Sun Dragon auto-shop."
"No shit, really!?" Neptune cried, a genuine smile lighting up his face for the first time. Yang softened a bit at that. It seemed Neptune's "womanizer" exterior was only a front. But that only served to confuse Yang as to why Neptune felt the need to do such a thing. "I would love it if you could work on some of my cars for me. I love buying muscle cars but I can't race any of them. If you could modify them or even just make them sound or look cooler, that'd be amazing. You'd be paid of course, we could even offer you a position in the company. 'Schnee Mechanic'. I like the sound of that! What do you say?"
Yang was slightly taken aback at the invitation. Neptune sounded excited, much like a puppy. While the thought of working under the blue-haired man sounded like the worst possible thing to her, the thought of being in same house as Weiss everyday was the most appealing thing in the world. So, after a moment and a calculating once-over of Neptune, she nodded and stuck out her hand, favoring the left again. "Deal."
Neptune's smile grew and he firmly shook Yang's hand. "Excellent! I know the Sun Dragon closes at 5 so if you could pick three or four days to come back here and work on the Trident of the month, that would be great. Here, I'll give you my phone number." Yang took out her phone to hand to Neptune and turned to Weiss. For a split second, Yang thought saw the most radiant smile on the white-haired girl's face. But she blinked once and it was gone, and Weiss's face was back to its neutral state.
"Um, Yang?" The girl in question started, and turned to face Neptune.
"I'm sorry what?" Yang asked, trying to fight the blush threatening to creep up her face at being caught staring at Weiss.
Neptune grinned, and Yang had the sneaking suspicion that he knew exactly what she was doing. She supposed he would've gotten used to other people staring at his stunning, charismatic, enamoring wife… "I just asked if you could change Trident's tire before you go?"
"Oh. Yeah, sure no problem, I'll get started it on it right now." Yang turned and started walking towards the back of the massive garage. She knew for a fact that taking orders from Weiss's husband was going to be really rough. Why had she agreed to this again?
"Well, I'm going to head back inside, you coming Snow Angel?" Yang's blood boiled at the nickname, said so nonchalantly, even a bit teasing.
"No, I think I'll stay here with Yang and give her a proper tour after she's finished."
"Oh...that's why I agreed to this." Yang thought as an enormous grin spread on her face.