A/N: Hopefully this makes up for the chapter last week. I dunno why, but I kept listening to 50's-80's slow dance music while writing this. So if you're wondering what songs are playing during this, those are the one to look up. Also, on that note, next chapter is the last one! Yay!
Guest: Yeah, not my best chapter. Sorry
Iron-ninja: A little more
"Oh, oh, a slow dance!" Ruby clapped her hands, a sparkling smile on her face as she turned to the all white Wynn, sporting a sleek bowtie (pre-tied of course). Holding out her hand, she smiled demurely. "Dance with me?" There wasn't much need for convincing Wynn, as he stood up, holding her hand softly, letting the girl, dressed in a long flowing red dress, lead him towards the floor.
"You know, you could've at least worn flats if you didn't want to wear high heels." Wynn said in amusement, spotting Ruby's signature boots poking through the bottom of the dress. Ruby tossed her head towards the heir, frowning.
"Nope." Wynn raised an eyebrow, confused.
"But—"
"Nope." Came the firm reply, before Ruby twirled around and held onto Wynn's hands a little stiffly, before rocking side to side. Wynn tried to stifle the laughter that threatened to rise.
"Do you even know how to slow-dance?" Wynn asked, looking at the blushing girl, who scowled back at him.
"No." Came the short reply.
"Then why'd you drag me here in the first place?" Ruby glared at Wynn.
"Can't a girl slow dance with her boyfriend?" Now it was Wynn's turn to blush, unused to being the 'boyfriend', or 'anyfriend' to anyone. Deciding to be a little helpful, he kept a solid grip on Ruby's hands, leading her.
"Follow my footsteps." Wynn said softly, recalling the hours of formal dancing that she had to learn years back, suddenly thankful for them. Ruby got a little closer, a soft smile on her face. They danced to the song, swaying in beat with the soft, slow song, enjoying each other's company for a while.
"Hey Wynn." Ruby spoke so softly that the boy had almost missed it, tilting his head slightly down, privately happy that the dust had allowed him just enough growth that Ruby could rest her head on his shoulder. One of the small benefits, he imagined.
"Yes Ruby?"
"You don't… regret this, do you?" Came the hesitant question, Ruby's eyes filled with nervousness. Wynn took a minute to think, assuming correctly that Ruby had meant everything that had happened to them in the past few weeks. His transformation, her forcing him to date her, the embarrassing talks and getting used to his body…
Wynn shook his head.
"I don't regret any of this." Wynn smiled softly, looking straight into Ruby's eyes, conveying that he meant every word. There were a lot of things that Wynn regrets. But Ruby wasn't one of them.
Ruby smiled, leaning all the way in, wrapping her arms around Wynn, engulfing her in a hug.
"I love you Wynn."
The boy smiled softly, resting his head on hers, breathing Ruby's scent in.
"I love you too Ruby."
"Wow. This is some pretty old music." Blake's ears twitched, eyes rising to look at Yang, who was wearing a short yellow dress that was accented by black. It ended a little below her knees, but Blake's eyes kept traveling down, admiring Yang's calves and the rare heels that she sported with the dress. Eyes snapping back to Yang's face, Blake nodded in agreement, ignoring the face that Yang sported telling him that she definitely knew what he was looking at.
"Would you like to dance?" Blake asked, eager to find something to say before Yang brought up his wandering eyes. Yang, who was half a second away from teasing Blake, relaxed and shook her head, letting his cat faunus get away with it this time.
"No. I'm still pretty tired from the dances from before. This song isn't so bad though." Yang commented, rocking back and forth to the beat, closing her eyes. Blake took the opportunity to rake up and down Yang's body, appreciating it. He was even fast enough to shoot his gaze back up to Yang's when she opened her eyes, smiling.
"It isn't so bad at all." Blake agreed. "Although I'm surprised that anyone's dancing to the song though." Yang shrugged.
"It's an easy song to dance to." Yang casted her gaze towards the dance floor, spotting her sister. "Even Miss Two-left-feet can dance to it, see?" Blake looked in the direction that Yang was gesturing towards, finding Ruby and Wynn close together, both of them with their eyes closed. Turning away when they leaned in for a kiss, Blake smirked.
"You better watch out. If it goes any further, she might end up as Mrs. Two-left-feet-Schnee." Blake said, pointing towards the kissing couple. Yang blinked in their direction, eyes flashing red before she let out a slow breath, shaking her head ruefully.
"They grow up so fast."
Blake laughed at that, unable to stop himself from imagining Yang as a doting mother, which made him blush faintly at the thought. He picked at the tablecloth, nervous.
"Yang."
"Hm?" Yang turned to look at Blake, a half-smile on her face. Ears twitching again, Blake fought down a blush, but couldn't help himself from casting her eyes down towards the ground.
"A-are you sure you want me?" Blake looked up, seeing the scandalized look on Yang's face, and was quick to add, "I mean, we did kind of get together on almost a whim." He blushed even harder remembering how they did get together, and thanked Ninja's of Love for the opportunity.
A hand touched Blake's chin, keeping him from looking down again, so that he could see the steady determination and… something else in her eyes.
"Blake, you're a smart guy." Yang started out saying. "But sometimes, you can be a real knucklehead." The boy in the sleek black suit twisted his expression into an offended look, frowning. Yang caught it and gave him a reassuring smile, shaking her head.
"Did you really think I started to like you right then and there?"
Blake leaned back a little, surprised at the implied admission. "You mean…" Yang grabbed a hold of his fingers, staring right at her.
"Blake. I've liked you for a long, long time now. And don't think it's going to go away just because you're doubting yourself." Yang paused, before revising her sentence. "I've… loved you. For a long time."
Blake's mouth was wide open, surprise shocking him into immobility, except his ears, which seemed to be flicking back and forth in excitement. Finally a soft smile broke out on his face, fingers squeezing Yang's.
"I love you too." Yang couldn't be happier with the admission, closing her eyes and simply enjoying the feeling.
"Even if your puns are the worst."
"Way to ruin the moment Blake."
"Wow. Look at everyone go."
Ren looked up, spotting the couples who were kissing due to the mood and atmosphere that the songs had lent to the room. The blush that hadn't gone away since Nora had picked her up and placed her on his lap got a lot darker.
"Y-yeah." Came her short reply. A small 'eep' came from the girl when Nora wrapped his arms around her, resting his head against her shoulder.
"Makes you kinda get into the mood too, don't you think?"
Another quiet sound escaped from Ren, who didn't answer. Nora frowned a little and placed a kiss on Ren's back, exposed from the shimmering green dress that she was wearing, with a pink flower pinned onto the front. The girl arced her back in surprise, drawing in a shuddering breath before twisting around, glaring at Nora.
"What was that for?" She hissed out. Nora rolled his eyes, smiling at Ren softly. The two childhood friends knew each other well enough that Ren could see the question in Nora's eyes.
"What is it?" Ren asked with a patient tone, before Nora had to even ask for his attention. Nora looked uncertain, something that put Ren on guard, because Nora was almost never uncertain about anything, except their… relationship.
"Do you ever blame me? For doing this to everyone?" Nora asked nervously. Ren squirmed on his lap, surprised to hear regret in her voice. With another twist of the torso, Ren was able to position herself so that she could look at Nora in the eye.
"I don't blame you Nora. For anything." Nora gave a small smile, tightening his grip around her waist, before bringing her close.
"I.. want us to be together. Together, together."
Ren raised an eyebrow at her. "I was pretty sure that we were 'together together' a long time ago."
"Really?" Nora gaped at Ren. "Awesome!"
Ren could help but laugh, until she was silenced by Nora kissing her.
"What finally convinced you to stay as a girl?"
Joanne and Pyrrha had decided that dancing was fun and all, but when Jaune nearly sprained her ankle with her high heels, it was time to retire back to the tables. Pyrrha, ever the gentleman, had grabbed two cups of punch for then, Jaune thanking her quietly while removing the heels.
Joanne tilted her head to the side a little, her hair tickling the back of her neck, making her scratch the spot absentmindedly.
"I'm not sure." Joanne finally admitted. "Actually, to tell the truth, I'm still a little iffy on the whole thing. But…" Joanne looked at Pyrrha, making him a little self-conscious. It was a little while longer while Joanne looked up and down before she spoke.
"There's nothing wrong with me being a girl either." She finally said, smiling at Pyrrha. "I do enjoy being a girl most of the times anyways. And," She cast an aside glace at the boy next to her, smirking as she did so. "It seems that my boyfriend really enjoys being a boy anyways." Pyrrha blushed, knowing that was true.
"It feels… more right to me." Pyrrha defended, gently shoving Joanne on the shoulder, who giggled.
"Can't say you're wrong about that. Big bad Pyrrha, in all his glory." Joanne lowered her head, eyes looking up seductively, making Pyrrha a little hot under the collar as Joanne's tone of voice become husky. There was uncomfortable silence from Pyrrha's side, before he decided to hell with it, and grabbed Joanne by the hands.
"Didn't you say something about bedroom activities after the dance?" The tone of voice was rushed, eager. Joanne was all but eager to agree, laughing as Pyrrha dragged her towards the exit.
"They certainly grow up so fast."
Qrow stepped forward, standing next to Winter, who was sitting on the hotel bed, frowning at the television in front of her, broadcasting the Beacon Dance. She nodded, leaning towards the man.
"They certainly do."