Dinner was always an event that boarded on ludicrous, not to mention extravagant.
The evening had been filled with the usual luxuries provided to the Schnee household. Five star cuisine, musical entertainment played by one of the maids, and plenty of banter to go around. Blake had never really cared for all of the grandeur that came due to being rich, she doubted she ever would. Either way, she had learned as a teenager that Weiss expressed a great deal with her money.
It wasn't out of clout, but rather a genuine desire to use what she had at her disposal.
At first, it had been awkward to let Weiss spend exorbitant amounts of money. Eventually though, Blake had started to become privy to Weiss's expenditures.
Weiss, even as a school girl, donated a great deal of money to various originations all across Remnant. Granted, at the time they were distinctly human ventures, with little care for the Faunus population. Still, the sentiment made Blake take pause. After Weiss had taken over the company, that mindset changed. Her desire to donate more, and her ability to do so, made for some interesting investments. Blake even maintained her own set of investments and a sizable allowances to do with as she pleased.
The was not the only change to the household. Blake was sure that if the people of Atlas took a look at the dining hall, they'd shit a brick.
Ruby and Yang were always provided seats at the table, and that was nothing new. The thirty-some household staff, however, that was unheard of. Still, they took a seat at the table, treated as if they were family. Faunus and human alike, breaking bread, or in Yang's case breaking a glass. The populace at large would call moments like these absurd. This was, after all, the Schnee household.
"All I'm saying, is that I have no idea how in the world Beacon survived you." Weiss said conversationally, eyeing the poor table cloth that Yang had seen fit to stain with some sort of mixed drink. "Not a day goes by that you don't break something."
"Least I didn't set fire to the damn Turkey." Yang muttered, blotting away the mess as best as she could.
"For the last time, we're eating pheasant." The cook who sat nearby corrected. Rather snootily at that.
"Is there a difference?" Ruby asked with a little frown.
"Yes, actually, there is." Weiss replied, before the household cook could be offended by Ruby's question. "It's probably not noticeable to you, Ruby. You don't exactly pride yourself on the small details of every dish. That's fine though, I never asked you to be my culinary expert."
"Well, whatever the heck it is, it's still just a bird." Yang shot back, though a grin was plastered across her face.
"Well," The cook sighed. "At least you know something."
"Now that I think about it, though, Beacon was lucky it survived any of us." Blake said with a small laugh. "Even you, Weiss."
"I would have been just fine, had it not been for you three stooges, and team JNPR." A round of laughs let Weiss know her statement was taken as she had hoped. Still, her mind was less on supper, and more about her upcoming plans for her company.
There was so much to do, and still so very little time. She finished her meal so that she could excuse herself to her office. Bidding the household a pleasant evening, and murmuring to Blake that she would not stay locked away too late, Weiss went off to work.
Her home, large as it was, had a meeting room strictly for that reason, and a small entertaining area to sit with clients. Beyond all of that, though, a small office allowed her to run the company from home in the evening. It wasn't anything like the corporate building, which was located on the same plot of land not far away from the house. It was, however, suitable for her needs.
Weiss sat down, a single folder rested atop the dark mahogany desk. It was protected by a glass cover, the Schnee logo etched into the glass. Ignoring the symbol of her family, she opened the folder. Productivity reports, oh how she hated them. She was about to turn the page when distant footfalls alerted her to the oncoming presence.
With a knowing little frown, she closed the folder and slipped it into her desk drawer. Blake opened the door, nearly slamming it behind her as her wide golden eyes watched Weiss hungrily. Her tongue darted out, licking her lips, as she forced a shaky breath from her lungs. "Two more weeks of this. Two more agonizing weeks!"
"Too much stimuli again, dear?" Weiss asked with one slender eyebrow, upraised with just the tiniest spark of amusement.
"What do you think?" Blake asked, sauntering over, and making a point to pry Weiss from her seated position at her office desk. Her rear end met the cold glass not a moment later. "You know what happens when you leave me alone with all of…that."
"Yes, well be thankful that you at least find a reprieve in here." Weiss replied soothingly. Blake and Yang were the only ones to tidy this particular room. "I do have work to do though."
"I know, I know." Blake grumbled with a frustrated little sigh. She buried her nose into the nape of her wife's neck. "But you have no idea what it's like out there…it smells like a…" She bit down on that thought.
"A what, Blake?" Weiss asked softly, embracing Blake in a heartfelt, if not slightly bemused hug.
"We have nineteen Faunus on our staff, not to mention Yang." Blake said as she finally felt clearheaded enough to pull away. "What do you think it smells like?"
"Point taken." Weiss replied as she slid off the desk, her short stature forcing her to tilt her head upward to get a clear view of Blake's expression. "Well, no matter, we should probably talk about employee distribution anyway." Weiss gestured for Blake to take a seat in her chair, and after she did, Weiss claimed Blake's lap. "I'm going to be assigning Ruby to be your security detail. I'd assign Yang, but, Ruby knowns nothing about office management."
"I don't exactly need protection." Blake's ears flicked, a hint of annoyance gracing her otherwise withdrawn tone.
"Yes, you do. I won't argue the point. You're having Ruby with you, just like Yang's with me." Weiss told her, a cold edge freezing over Blake's annoyance entirely. "She's the only one I'd trust near you when you do become pregnant. You wouldn't be able to defend yourself then, and I doubt you'll be able to keep up with me at the offices as you usually do."
"I'm not feeble…"
"No, you aren't." Weiss felt Blake give a little squeeze to her torso, and bury her nose into long white tresses. Searching desperately for their mingled scent. It was the only thing keeping Blake calm, reminding her of exactly the sort of relationship they shared. "Blake, dust mutates cells. It's what allows us women to impregnate other women. Those kinds of pregnancies are harder on the body…and besides, that, I've no idea how your body will respond to my genetics. Like it or not, I am human woman…the interspecies divide grows a bit larger just because of that alone. If you want the eggs to take, it would be best that you don't put stress on your body."
Rationally, Blake knew that was all true. Further, she knew she was going to be put at risk. "Ruby's an interesting choice though. I'd thought you'd borrow someone a little more…sedate."
"Believe it or not, my first choice was going to be giving Ren a call." Weiss replied, before she leaned back into Blake's embrace, humming softly when she heard a pleased little purr for her efforts. "Then I remembered that Pyrrha's contracted him. Someone needs to keep an eye on her own family whenever she travels for business." She sighed contently, as she considered her other prospects. "My next option was Yatsuhashi, but if Velvet's pregnant again, I'm sure he won't stray far from her side. Not with the way Coco works."
"I don't mind having Ruby look after me. It'll keep you and Yang from blowing up my scroll at every turn." Blake replied, somewhat thankful Weiss felt the need to care so much, even if it was at the cost of Blake's ego. "I just know how bored she'll get. She loves those expeditions you send her on. Especially the ones that take her to Vale."
"She's also my employee, and when it comes to the company, she follows my direction." Weiss murmured, hating to word it quite so harshly, even if it was true. "Beyond that, Ruby's like family. If I ask her to look after you, she'd drop everything else in a heartbeat. That's just how she is."
"That's exactly why I feel guilty."
Weiss realized Blake wasn't going to let her get anything done tonight. Not with the depth of her purr, the way her hands were pawing at her midriff. Fingers clenching and unclenching the fabric of that blasted blazer. Blake was only a short time away from more kisses, and then if that didn't work, using her teeth. At that point, Weiss knew she'd be a goner.
Tossing in the towel early seemed like the intelligent thing to do.
"Don't be. You have no reason to. Once Ruby finds out why, she's going to be ecstatic." She wiggled her way out of Blake's hold, standing, and offering her hand. "I've decided I'd much rather spend the evening with you. Let's leave this stuffy office, shall we? Preferably before my scroll goes berserk with another set of invoices."
Blake didn't see fit to argue as she accepted Weiss's dainty hand, letting herself be swept away in the dry romanticism that could only come from the head of the Schnee household.
AYangThang: Hello to everyone just joining in. There's been a few of you to just trickle in as of last chapter, so I'm hoping you'll stick around for the long haul. I'll see you all again probably on the 8th.