Lemons ahead.
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Ruby's lips were hot and soft against Weiss'. She towered over Weiss, forcing her to crane back, tongue gently slipping past her lips, her teeth, wrapping around her own tongue.
Her mouth was so warm. So wet.
Then, Ruby pulled back and, with a grin, pushed Weiss onto the floor. She landed on her ass, smarting from the impact.
"H-hey!" Weiss protested. Before she could voice her annoyance, Ruby crawled over her, nose to nose.
"Hey what?" Ruby challenged.
"You can't just push me." Weiss declared, voice empty of conviction.
"But I just did." Ruby said, straddling Weiss. She sat up, her ass firmly pressed into Weiss' hips, and started unbuttoning Weiss' coat.
"N-no." Weiss said weakly, crossing her arms over her chest. "Please. Please leave it on."
"You don't want it?" Ruby asked, frowning, fingers paused at the second button.
Weiss bit her lip, her brain buzzing with lust, hips softly bucking into Ruby's.
"I do." She admitted. "But I'm not - I'm not ready. It's too much." Her eyes were wide. Pleading.
"Okay. Are we keeping your pants on too?" Ruby asked, moving to unbutton her own coat. She ripped it off and flung it to the door, revealing those patchwork scars on her arms. Her tank top followed, and she sat there in nothing but a red, front clasp sports bra, eyes lidded through messy hair.
"Yes. Please." Weiss answered after a moment.
"Hmph." Ruby pouted. "If you're gonna keep my hands tied, then you do something."
Weiss worked her jaw, saying nothing, her cheeks scarlet. Cold puffs of air left her as she tried to think. Think.
"Come on Weiss. Don't you 'know what you like?'" Ruby taunted, wagging her tits back and forth.
Weiss was captivated, eyes knocking back and forth like a Newton's cradle, her brain the four in the middle being beaten by two perky tits on either side. She reached out toward the tank top, fingers splayed, ready to caress Ruby-
Out the corner of her eye, Weiss caught the tapestry of scars running up Ruby's arms. A few echoes of memory rang through her. The sober one, where she doubted Ruby, and Ruby shed her coat. The drunk one, where Ruby stood in the bathroom, wringing out a wet shirt.
She hadn't gotten as good a look then. But now -
Weiss abruptly changed direction, fingerpads touching down gently on bumpy and discolored skin.
Ruby took in a breath, watching Weiss' fingers trail up her arm, sparks shooting up her spine. A hard hurt gripped her heart.
"How did you get these?" Weiss asked, one finger trailing up a long, thin line, flanked by starburst scars.
"Some in the kitchen. Some in the forge." Ruby said simply. Her spine and shoulders were tightly coiled at Weiss' touch.
"Forge?" Weiss asked, cocking her head.
"Uncle Qrow made his own knives." Ruby said. "I wanted to make my own too."
"You made your knives?" Weiss asked, disbelief in her voice.
"Yeah. Wasn't it obvious?"
"I thought they were custom, but -" Weiss shook her head. "You really went all in, huh?"
"Yeah, I guess." Ruby said, blushing. Her shoulders rolled forward, relaxing. She put her hands on Weiss' belly, soft through the coat. She looked away.
Weiss scooted up, pulling one of Ruby's arms out, utterly fascinated. "Which one is this from?" She asked, tapping a harsh silvered-skin circle.
"That one's from a hot coal." Ruby pointed at a lumpy looking scar. "This one is from trying to flip a knife." She pointed to a long, thin line. "This one is from a fryer. This one I cut myself. This one was from a shattered knife."
"Shattered?"
"When you quench hot metal, it's important the heat is even, or it can snap. In rare instances, it becomes shrapnel, cuts through the sleeves."
Weiss looked at the tapestry before her. Then, on instinct, she began kissing the knotted skin. It was a strange texture. Rough boundaries between valleys of skin almost too smooth to the touch. Like sanded callouses. She kissed her way from the bend of Ruby's elbow to her shoulder, where the skin grew smoother, until all traces of pain couldn't be found by touch alone.
Ruby gulped, eyes welling with Weiss' gentle caress.
Weiss moved from Ruby's shoulder, to her neck, to her jaw, planting soft kisses, gentle nips along a path to her mouth. She captured Ruby's mouth with hers, and her hands finally went to the clasp of Ruby's bra, slipping it off, past her shoulders, off her arms. Weiss' hands landed on Ruby's tits, hard nubs pressing into the pads of her palms, and Ruby hummed in her mouth.
She gently worked those nubs with the tips of her thumbs, flicking them, rolling them. Her other fingers busied themselves with the full form of Ruby's breast, cupping the boundary between fat and flesh, pressing into them. Under her ministrations, Ruby elicited muted mews of pleasure, her waist rocking back and forth on Weiss' hips, firm little runner ass digging deep.
For a second, Weiss almost felt safe. In control.
Then, Ruby pulled Weiss' arms away, rolled Weiss onto her back, lifting her hips up to sit below Weiss' tits, effectively pinning her down, arms splayed to either side.
"Wh-What?" Weiss asked, breathing heavily, eyes wide as her pupils.
"I want you to apologize." Ruby demanded, looming over Weiss.
Weiss bit her lip, looking to the side.
"For what?" Weiss asked.
"You know what." Ruby growled. She pulled Weiss' arms above her head, pinned both wrists with one hand. With her free hand, she held her waistband and wriggled one leg free from her pants.
"Graceful." Weiss said, amused, trying to play off the nervous worm in her belly.
Ruby said nothing. Instead, she pulled the pants to the side, one leg bare, revealing her naked pussy. She settled back down, her core warm on Weiss' belly, and stared her down.
"If you do, I'll give you a treat." She said softly, caressing Weiss' jaw.
The sweaty musk of Ruby hit Weiss like a bull, crackling through her mind like lightning. She inhaled, trying to soak up as much of the scent as she could, Ruby's heat stark in the cold of the walk-in, her wet staining her belly.
"I'm sorry." Weiss whispered.
"For what?" Ruby asked, grinding against Weiss' belly.
"I'm sorry I was mean to you."
"And?" Ruby shifted up, her heat just below Weiss' breasts.
Her smell was overwhelming.
"I'm sorry I was cruel to you."
"Almost Weiss." Ruby whispered, wiggling her hips. "You're so close."
Weiss racked her brain. Ruby wanted something from her, and if she got it Weiss could taste that delicious dish searing her belly. What did she want? What did she want!?
No. Wait. Not what Ruby wants. What Ruby did for Weiss. What Weiss did in return.
"I'm sorry I denied it. Denied you. This is - it's working for me too." Weiss declared with a whisper.
She instantly regretted it, looking to the side, staring at the legs of the shelf. The leg of the shelf wasn't clean. Huh. She'd have to clean that later. With a hose or something. Weiss scrutinized the shelf leg, desperately looking for anything else wrong with it. Maybe it wasn't level? She'd have to bring a level in, tiny wedges to elevated it from the floor of the walk-in, that way the weight is evenly distributed across the whole shelf without -
Weiss felt Ruby's body flatten against hers, the full length of Ruby splayed along Weiss, her lip gently caressing her ear. Weiss tensed, holding her breath.
"Better than what I wanted to hear." She whispered, giving Weiss a soft peck. She pulled back. "Show me you mean it."
Then, she shifted up, hovering herself above Weiss' mouth, and lowered herself down, and Weiss was enveloped in the essence of Ruby.
Salty sweet wet filled her mouth, lips playing against lips, Weiss' nose pressing into Ruby's clit, Ruby's bush tickling her bridge. Weiss breathed in deep, and her mind went blank with fuzzy wet lust. Six years of starvation, and now she had a full feast in front of her. She put out the tip of her tongue to taste, and that scent burst through her mouth like biting into an unpeeled orange.
She fucking loved it.
Weiss, absent of nothing but pleasuring the woman before her, wiggled her tongue into Ruby's depths, lips opening wide to suckle, caress Ruby's lips. She jutted her head, the bottom of her chin grazing at Ruby while her tongue pressed into her clit, and back down.
Ruby matched her rhythm, pressing into Weiss' mouth, bone grinding against her chin, against lip-clad teeth. She started to whimper, gasping with each undulation, each renewed beat.
Weiss, hands free, slipped into the crack of Ruby's ass, her thumb grazing the backdoor, fingers digging into her cheeks. Ruby whined, leaning forward on her hands, breathing heavily.
"Oh fuuuuuck~" Ruby moaned. "Weiss~"
Weiss felt a thrill shoot through her. She hummed in delight, and renewed her efforts, licking and rubbing her whole face into Ruby, worming deep inside her.
Then, Ruby pulled back, and Weiss' head jerked up, trying to capture more of that sweet nectar. Ruby twisted around, and planted herself back on Weiss' face, grinding into her. As she did, her hand slid down the length of Weiss' body, into Weiss' panties, petting Weiss' core, pressing hard on her clit.
Weiss moaned, bucking her hips into Ruby's hand, her humming sending little shocks through Ruby's core. Weiss felt that tension she'd held for over a week begin to ease with every stroke of Ruby's fingers. Fuck, she was so wet.
In this position they solidified their rhythm. Weiss licked, Ruby rubbed. Clamoring for that pleasure, that highest peak.
Then, as Weiss hit a particularly sensitive spot, Ruby leaned forward, her hand pressing onto Weiss' hip for balance.
There, Weiss' pants crinkled, and Ruby felt a small lump under her hand.
"Hm?" Ruby breathed, cocking her head. She quickly dug into the pocket, and pulled free a folded bag of skittles.
"Weiss, you holding out on me?" Ruby teased, shaking the bag back and forth.
"It's not mine." Weiss said. Or, tried to say. Ruby clenched her thighs around Weiss' head, keeping her pinned. Weiss' protests came out as nothing more than muffled hums.
"Not yours, huh?" Ruby sat up, pulling her hand free of Weiss' panties. She shook a few candies into her wet hand, and slipped them into her mouth with two fingers. Sour sweet and salty bitter danced on her tongue, and she moaned. "Damn. You taste good with skittles." She said, popping her fingers out.
Weiss grumbled, hands falling away from Ruby's ass in defeat.
Ruby shifted up, placing her pussy right on Weiss' forehead. She looked past her breasts into Weiss' eyes, and shook out a few more candies.
"Want some?" She breathed, holding the candies above Weiss' mouth.
Weiss glared at Ruby. Then the candies in her hand. Blushing furiously, she slowly, gently popped her mouth open.
One by one, Ruby fed Weiss the candies, slipping them past her lips, fingernails grazing her tongue, like a guitar pick on strings.
"Good?" Ruby breathed.
Weiss nodded, staring up into Ruby's eyes as she chewed, a buzzing thrill running through her. She was wearing Ruby like a hat, being fed the very skittles she snuck earlier. A portion of her guilty pleasure made bare and, not only witnessed, but enabled.
Weiss fucking loved it.
Ruby fed Weiss the last skittle. She folded the evidence and slipped it into her pant pocket. She gently caressed the curve of Weiss' neck.
"I'm close." Ruby said softly.
"Me too." Weiss admitted, the tension in her mind stretched to a hair-trigger.
Ruby bit her lip. She looked left. Then right. Then, she slipped off of Weiss' forehead, the cool air of the walk in grasping at the wet heat on Weiss' forehead.
"Come on." She whispered. "Sit up."
Weiss complied.
"Okay. Um. . . Scoot closer, and sit criss-cross." Ruby gestured.
"Okay." Weiss complied, scooting forward and folding her legs.
"Do those really have to stay on?" Ruby asked, glancing at Weiss's pants.
". . . Do you need them off?" Weiss asked with a small voice.
"No. But. . ." Ruby rubbed the back of her neck. "They make it hard to finger you from this position."
"What position?" Weiss asked.
"Well. . ." Ruby scooted forward, lifted, and sat in Weiss' lap, wrapping her long skinny legs around Weiss' back. "This position." Ruby said simply.
"Wh-what are we supposed to do here?" Weiss asked, flustered and annoyed.
"Well, we finger each other until we cum." Ruby answered.
"We could do that the other way." Weiss pointed out, exasperated.
"We could. But. . . "Ruby adjusted her grip, one arm wrapping around the back of Weiss' neck. "I want to watch you when you get there." She said, staring into Weiss.
"W-watch me?" Weiss asked aghast.
"Yeah. I wanna watch." A small smirk quirked Ruby's lip. "Do you mind?"
Weiss, for a moment, looked like a deer in the headlights. Then, she puffed her cheeks in determination.
"Get off me so I can shuffle down my pants." Weiss grumbled.
"You got it Chef~" Ruby swung her legs to the sides and pulled away from Weiss, stepping into a crouch.
Weiss regarded Ruby. She looked so ridiculous. Her chest completely bare, one pant-leg still pulled up midway her thigh, the cloth bunching up near her ankle, with a skittles wrapper poking from her back pocket, currently her front pocket. Not only that, but the way she crouched was so vulgar, so uncaring. Elbows on her knees, legs wide open, neatly trimmed red bush puffing out proudly.
"Well?" Ruby prodded, poking Weiss' elbow. "We doing this?"
"Oh!" Weiss shook her head, and slipped both her pants and panties to her knees. She kept her legs pressed together, and sat back. The floor of the walk-in was cold on her cheeks. She didn't care.
"Sit on me." Weiss commanded.
Ruby looked at Weiss' legs, tightly pressed together. It looked like she was in a mermaid costume.
"You're locked up tight. Are you-"
"I will spread my legs when you're on top just sit the fuck down!" Weiss hissed.
"Heard that." Ruby replied, and sat down on Weiss' thighs. Weiss shifted under Ruby, and crossed her legs.
"Don't look." Weiss demanded.
"I won't." Ruby gently smiled, resting her arms on Weiss' shoulders, staring into her eyes.
Weiss gulped. Steadily, her hand found its way to Ruby's core, blazing hot in the cool of the walk in. Slowly, she slipped a finger inside. Ruby hummed.
"Can I?" Ruby asked, pulling one arm back to Weiss' view. Wiggling her fingers.
"Yes." Weiss acquiesced. "Please."
Ruby slid her hand down Weiss' front, over her belly, to the bare flesh of her hip, down the seam of her thigh, right up to her yearning center. She circled Weiss' entrance, then, finally, slipped one finger in.
"Ah~" Weiss whined. She felt so raw, her body quivering in anticipation. Like a crowd of thousands at a concert. Their collected hush hiding the screams yet to come.
Then Ruby's fingers began to move, and Weiss felt her body running right to the edge.
She replied in kind, moving her fingers inside of Ruby, watching her hand disappear inside of her, then pull out wet and glossy. In and out, in and out, until the pair of them were nothing but a loose collection of limbs and panting chests.
As she neared release, Weiss looked up.
Ruby was staring right at her, silver eyes bright with intent. She smiled, and grazed her nose against Weiss'.
Then, Weiss hit the edge, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her core shook, her ass clenched into the floor, and she threw her head back, mouth popped in a silent scream.
Ruby, even as her own orgasm rocked her, kept her eyes focused solely on Weiss. The stretch of her neck, the strained tendon, the jut of her collar pushing against her skin.
Beautiful.
Then, it was over.
Weiss slowly came to her senses, hot breath steaming in the walk in. She leaned forward, pressing her head into Ruby's sternum, taking a moment to recover.
Ruby wrapped her arms around Weiss's neck, one hand petting her hair. She pressed her lips to Weiss' head.
Weiss looked up. Ruby's face was flushed, her hair sticky from the sweat of the day. Weiss cupped Ruby's cheek, and pulled her in for a kiss.
~0~
"We have to be careful." Weiss insisted, stepping out the back door of the Gele, coat refastened, hair hastily done up, knife bag slung over her shoulder.
"I gotchya." Ruby said, grinning stupidly, following Weiss outside. She shut the door behind her, and locked it.
"I'm serious. I want this kept quiet." Weiss said. "I don't-" I don't want to lose it. "It'll be a scene." Weiss offered weakly. She slipped a cigarette from her pack to her lips, and patted her pockets for her lighter. She hummed.
Without a word, Ruby slipped her lighter out, and sparked it. Weiss glanced at Ruby, then the lighter. She brushed her offset ponytail behind her back, leaned over, and lit the tip of her cigarette, sucking the burn to her throat.
"Whatever you need." Ruby said softly, and her light went out.