RWBY does not belong to me, but to Rooster Teeth.
Don't You Wish your Girlfriend was…
Strong Like Me part 1
/R: So, turns out that Yang hadn't actually needed me but "since I'm back early we could hang out." Weiss came with us, too.
V: You don't say?
R: I tried to talk to her about it but she wouldn't say.
…
R: I'm so, so sorry Velvet! :( Please don't be mad
V: Why would I ever be mad at you?
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R: I dunno. I didn't want the evening to end when it did./
The Faunus' mind was still reeling after that incident a few days ago. Text messages had been few and scarce and both of them had been busy with schoolwork or minor missions to continue where they left off. It was clear to Velvet that she was winning, she just had to make sure the next time they met, she'd seal the deal.
Until then, she would have to vent out her frustrations at the nearby gym. Her weapon and Semblance allowed her to mimic people's combat styles and weapon-expertise but they could only take her so far; a body in good shape was a body easily malleable for whatever weapon/combat style she mimicked.
It was early in the morning so she pretty much had the gym to herself. After a good stretching to relax her muscles Velvet had been running, lifting weights, squatting, done push-ups, sit-ups, the whole kit and caboodle.
Taking a break, the brunette rested against the wall, gulping down cold water vigorously. Beads of sweat rolled down her skin, her black sportsbra-clad chest heaving with every breath. She stretched long legs, working out the kinks with pleasant ´pops´. Her rear, clad in dark-blue spats shorts, pressed against the wall.
Glancing to the left at the mirrored wall, Velvet ceased drinking in favour of smiling with confidence. Strong, lean arms and legs, muscles defined under fair skin like the coiled strength of a big cat. Slight case of abs was visible across her abdomen, but not too much like a bodybuilder and more like generally good shape.
´Looking good, Scarlatina.´
The doors at the far end of the room creaked open, causing long ears to perk up – she had excellent hearing after all – but otherwise didn't bother her until she saw through the mirrors whom it was that had entered.
The moment silver and pale-blue eyes met hers it was with joy and a split-second of extreme dislike.
This was a welcome turn of events.
However, the redhead, seemingly about to run over and talk, was grabbed by the arm and pulled away by the heiress to one of the nearby stations. They were talking – whispering, Velvet noted, as she couldn't hear them despite her excellent hearing – and the sniper looked sad. While Weiss didn't appear to be outright hostile, her body-language was more than enough.
She was berating Ruby. And unfortunately the redhead seemed to comply as they immediately got to work on weights and a treadmill.
Unfortunately for the fencer, there was nothing she could do to stop Velvet from walking over to them.
She studied them as she approached, taking in Ruby's red-and-white shorts and her simple black t-shirt, both of which hugged her form very nicely.
Hell, even Weiss in her white-and-pale-blue yoga attire looked pretty good. If she hadn't had a rotten personality Velvet probably wouldn't have minded her.
Now, however, she was a hurdle that needed to be removed.
"Hey you two!" Velvet greeted, earning a cold stare and a beaming smile. "Fancy seeing you here."
"Hi, Velvet!" Ruby exclaimed. "I didn't know you visited this gym."
The Faunus peered over at the fencer for a second. "I can imagine you didn't. Need any help with the equipment?"
"We're fine, thank you." The icy tone didn't go unnoticed. "This isn't our first time."
"Weiss…"
Velvet flinched but quickly straightened. "Well, you're making a big mistake. One should always stretch before training. Like this."
The redhead was gently pulled close, her back towards the brunette. Hands roamed over her smaller form—
"Spread your legs a bit, Rube, and bend forward. Try to touch your toes."
"Oh, uh…okay."
The sniper did as told and slowly bent over, remarkably touching her toes with ease.
"Good. Now, hold that position for a moment." Velvet couldn't help but grin. It was silly and from one perspective, downright immature, but she grinded against the apex of the redhead's loins just enough for the fabrics to touch, imitating the motions of sexual intercourse as hands caressed a shirt-covered back…all while maintaining eye-contact with Weiss.
The look on the heiress' face was priceless.
But she didn't stop there; – why would she – the sniper straightened herself, red heat colouring her fair cheeks—
"Let's do some knee-bending exercises."
"R-Right…" Ruby replied. She remembered you held out your arms in front of you horizontally, bent you knees (no shit) and then lowered yourself.
What she didn't expect was the pair of hands that held onto the firm curve of her ass-cheeks the whole time.
"Uhm, Velvet…"
"Just making sure you don't fall." A dirty lie that only had the sniper giggle in response. "Trust in me. I've got your backside covered."
Another giggle. "Y-Yeah, I can feel that."
Heh. This was too much fun. Even more so when the fencer merely stood there, eyes wide and mouth hanging open.
"That's it, Rube," Velvet said, maintaining eye-contact with the Schnee heiress. "Gotta push down. Push it real good."
She could hear her object of affections gasping.
"Push it against me. I'll handle it."
Ruby repeated the motions, bending her knees and allowing the brunette to help push her up with a quiet, stifled little moan – though brown rabbit ears picked up on it immediately – and when it was time for the hands-in-the-air-exercise…
Well, it was a good thing the sniper had her eyes closed. The second she assumed the position, Velvet traced her hands along the younger girl's legs, following the curve of her hips and up her sides, moving slightly forward to cup perky breasts through the t-shirt before continuing up her arms.
And the swordswoman was furious. Silent but furious.
And the Faunus smirked, pressing herself up against the redhead.
She had half a mind to fuck her right in front of Weiss.