-Legend 37-

-Crimson Daze-

…..

"Oh...another photo op...?"

On the other end of the video call, did Trivia nod her bi-colored head slowly, her frown then pouty and genuine.

Jaune nodded himself as he sighed inwardly. "Well...looks like we'll have to reschedule. Again…"

Trivia went into a spell of off-screen blinking as she formulated a compromise. She turned back to the screen. I'm free tomorrow afternoon, was her signed message, her smile small and hopeful.

Jaune's sigh then was only slightly more audible than his last. "Sorry; roped into a forty-eight hour patrol duty starting then. We're actually out on recon later today…"

Trivia's beautiful mismatched eyes found the bottom of the screen as her lower lip disappeared between her teeth.

"How about after that, then?" Jaune asked.

Trivia's gaze remained forlornly locked on the screen's bottom as her hands moved without enthusiasm. My team has an away match on Mars that day.

Now it was Jaune's eyes anywhere but on the screen.

A silence then, brief but poignant, was broken then by Jaune. "Well, Trivia, I'm sure we'll figure something out. Nothing worth working for is easy to have; that's what makes it worth having…"

Trivia's rapid blinking then was to hold back the tears glazing her eyes. She nodded. We'll make it work.

"Yeah…"

Trivia, her eyes rounded and face flushed signed, I love you, Jaune. Her unspoken statement was followed with a holographic heart, it dissolving as it touched the screen before her.

A single corner of Jaune's mouth lifted. "Yeah…" he nodded as his smile bloomed in weary earnest. He rose from his seat then, lifting his Scroll as he did so. "I'll talk to you later, babe."

Jaune ended the call as he stood for a minute more with his tongue probing the inside of his cheek. At length, he heaved a somewhat premium sigh and made about sorting his gear.

Just then, did the door to the room open and his teammate Dove Bronzewing entered. He having left the room at the start of Jaune's conversation, did he then resume his previous station near the window, overlooking the rolling green fields of Mercury. "So…?" was his pry then.

Jaune gave a lame sideways nod as he strapped his weapons into place: the level green, Arc-powered sword, Nasreddin. And his trusty Cydonia- AR3. Both armaments crossed over his back like an 'X'.

Dove nodded his understanding. He crossed the room and clapped his teammate on the shoulder. "Hey man, for what it's worth, I'm sorry."

Jaune shrugged one shoulder. "I mean, what did I honestly expect?" Jaune's gaze had found the window at that point. "She's a high-profile Crucible Superstar. The whole system knows who she and her team are. And I'm just some guy from Mercury…"

Dove, his arms folded, nodded slowly. "Well, you know what they say about having loved and lost…"

Jaune harrumphed through his nose. "Whoever wrote that can get stuffed."

Dove's armored shoulders heaved with his chuckle.

Jaune clenched a fist, Void particles floating about his knuckles. "But hey," he said, a devilish smile turned to his teammate. "I'm no longer a virgin. I got that much out of it at least."

Dove's chuckle then became a genuine roar. "Indeed!"

The two then fell into into step as they left the room, making down the candle-lit corridors of The Lighthouse.

"Where's Nora?"

"Getting a last-minute briefing from Osiris. She'll meet us at the hangar." Dove's attention then was divided between walking and loading Arc shells into his Fussed Dark MK.21 shotgun.

The hangar in question, was actually separate from the main structure of The Lighthouse. Out into the Mercurian sunshine, did the two make across the sprawling courtyard. Guardians busied themselves gearing up at the equipment vaults, and Lighthouse personnel tended to the grounds and the various trees and brilliantly-colored shrubbery that lined the paved walkways of the courtyard.

In a small and somewhat private patch of the courtyard's grass, did Jaune and Dove pass a group of ten Sunsingers, them being sat in a perfectly symmetrical circle, their formation ringed by a collection of candles, dancing with Solar Light. In the center of the ten Warlocks, did there bloom a ball of Solar energy, it a miniature of the great sun that burned surely and brilliantly upon the horizon, though none shielded their eyes against it.

The two entered the hangar, said facility being built into the base of a mountain hollowed out by seismic and volcanic activity. Inside and down the stairs, did they find their team captain among the mechanical rabble, conversing with her Ghost.

"Major and very recent Vex activity coming from Boethius. I think it best to establish our beacon network around there."

"Roger that," Nora told him. "Thanks, Odin."

She turned to see her two teammates approaching. "Ah, there you boys are. Just in time!"

"For the good news?" Dove asked, folding his arms.

"The great news!" Nora chirped. "We're off to Boethius!"

"That's on the other side of the planet, commander," was Jaune's plain statement.

"Exactly!" the Sunbreaker replied. She patted the underbelly of her ship, the Brazen Spark. "Gives me a chance to flex the new plasma drive I just had installed."

"Of course it does…" Dove said, the humor not lost on him.

Nora set her hands on her hips triumphantly. "Do try to keep up, boys!"

And she was transmatted into her ship.

Smiles blooming in twain, did Jaune and Dove follow suit.

…..

"And here we are again. Same Bat time, same Bat channel…"

Were these words not spoken directly into her head, Emerald may otherwise had missed them; her being just off center of the happy rabble that was the Tower North block. Many a festivity had bloomed in miniature; stalls dotted the area, vendors selling sweets and knick-knacks and tokens and charms. All in celebration of the upcoming holiday.

None of these registered to Emerald. Her eyes and thoughts then solely focused on the reason for her coming here. The reason she came to this exact spot at this exact time every single Thursday for the past two and a half months.

A sigh escaped her then, working its way around her bottom lip clamped between her teeth.

Her Ghost, not one for long pauses between punchlines, floated free from her head. "So. Are we doing this or what?"

Emerald would have ignored him, were he not mere inches from her face. "Listen, Chaos-"

"No, you listen here, girl. You've been pining over this guy for months now. The Crimson Days start next week. There's no better time to lay it bare and let Ren know how you feel!"

The prospect of doing so made Emerald's stomach catch fire and perform several flips. "It's...not that simple," she moaned, arms crossed over her fluttering tummy.

Chaos twirled his shell in agitated wonderment. "So you're telling me, that you, without hesitation, throw yourself in against dozens of Fallen; hoards of killer time-traveling robots; and face off against The Steel Witch...but you can't confess your feelings to the man you're in love with!?"

Emerald found herself unwilling to meet the eye of her partner. "Look. That's different. This is...I…"

Chaos loosed his closest approximation of a sigh. "Alright. Clearly I'm gonna have to get things moving myself."

Emerald eyed him. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, that I'm gonna talk to him in your stead."

"You can't."

"I very much can." Chaos then spun his shell gleefully. He floated off just a few feet as he began his hypothetical conversation. "Oh, good evening Mr. Ren, do you have a moment? It's just that my Guardian would like a word with you. Who are they? Oh, you should be able to tell them from here; she's the Egyptian girl with her knees knocking loud enough for The Traveler to hear. It so happens that she's loved you-"

The little machine's speech was forcibly ended there as Emerald clamped her fingers around his shell. "One more word, Chaos…" Emerald said. "One more word and I will have you shucked from your shell and your body used a billiard ball!"

Chaos scoffed electronically. "If you meant a single word of that, you'd have done it ages ago. And besides, you've got other things to worry about."

"Such as?" Having let go her Ghost, Emerald perched her fist upon her cocked hip.

"Sir Ren approaches…"

Flames of electric adrenaline surged through Emerald's body. Her widened eyes beheld the great illuminated digital clock that was suspended over the market. "He's seven minutes early!" Her eyes combed the people that milled about the various stalls.

And there he was.

Dressed for worship service as he was, Ren's robes were dark, handsome, and voluminous.

Much like the man himself.

Even with her eyes locked firmly on his approach, Emerald's then heightened peripheries could see more than one pair of adoring female eyes tracking his progress across the plaza.

Emerald turned, seeing the path to her familiar hideout upon the plaza's railing was clear. She took no more than a single step, before finding herself face to face with Chaos.

"Uh-uh. Not this time!"

"But-"

"Listen here. Enough is enough! If you play your cards right, the Light is gonna keep you alive for damn near three-hundred years. Do you seriously want to live three lifetimes wondering if he could have been in them!?"

Emerald's rebuttal then was born and died in the same instant.

"Listen, the worst he can do is reject you. But at least you'll know."

Emerald blinked once, the motion protracted. With a breath in and out of her nose, did she turn to face the object of her desire.

….

"And as if on cue, there she is again."

Ren kept his eyes closed lightly, maintaining what he could of his meditative stance, his heart rate then having doubled.

His Ghost chuckled, a series of beeps and clicks. "You can stop pretending, Lie. You're not exactly thinking pure thoughts right now…"

Now it was Ren laughing, the last of his focus broken. "Please get out of my head, Lotus."

The little device obliged, flashing into being beside his Guardian. "And I fail to see what's impure…" Ren said, as belated rebuttal to Lotus's statement, "...in fantasizing about making love to a beautiful woman…" Though his gaze was focused, his speech then was rather abstracted. "An incredibly, unbelievably beautiful woman..."

Lotus 'nodded', a dip of his shell. "Not impure exactly. But you have the decided advantage of experience. Whereas Emerald has virgin written all over her."

Ren chuckled at this, a cunning grin stealing over his face. "She's no virgin; not with a body like that…"

"So then. Is tonight the night you tell her you've fancied her for the past three months?"

"Four months actually…" Ren said. "I've noticed her long before she noticed me…"

"That's because you've relegated yourself to adoring her from a distance." Lotus flared the flower petals that were his shell. "I think it about timeyou made a move to change that."

"Well, it doesn't help that she takes off like a scolded cat every time I approach her," Ren rolled his eyes contemplatively. "Perhaps I repulse her in some way…"

"Unlikely," said Lotus. "There isn't a female in this system that wouldn't trip over herself to have you."

Ren hummed low in his throat. "Belladonna all but tripped over herself to refuse me."

"Well that girl clearly has no taste; doesn't know a good thing when she sees it!" did Lotus harrumph.

Ren nodded sideways. "She saw who she wanted, and she went after her."

"And it's time you followed suit." Lotus beeped as he crunched some numbers. "Belladonna will be by to collect you in seven minutes and forty-nine seconds. I advise a head start on your approach, as to not give Emerald time to retreat."

Ren beheld the illuminated clock over the market. "I find much merit in that strategy."

Ren lowered himself into the bowl here underneath the Tower's Light monitoring machine, and at once Glided out of it. He checked himself over, making a few minute and largely unnecessary adjustments to his robes before striding across the market.

He made his way with polite determination around the gaggles of shop goers, many of whom were women and girls buying various romantic talismans from the stalls on offer.

"Oh, there he is! You bought the thing, now go give it him! Quick, before he….aww, too late…"

Ren heard this little exchange only in passing, as he approached his target, her back currently turned to him.

On her now, did Ren say, "Miss...Sustrai."

He cursed himself for the quiver in his voice.

The girl in question, whipped around with almost comical speed, her face flushed nearly the same shade as her eyes.

Those gorgeous wine-colored eyes…

"H-ha-hh-a-hI!"The series of startled breaths finally formed into a coherent word from Emerald.

"How do you do, Miss Sustrai?" Ren clasped his hands behind his back.

"Uh...I do fine-I'm doing fine. Yea. Fine….yea...yea…"

"Maybe here doing some shopping, I imagine?" Ren looked about the festive market, this mostly to somewhat alleviate the waves of butterflies that were apparently made of fire now swarming in his belly.

"Uh. Yeah. Shopping is..good…" Though her eyes were locked with abashed determination upon her feet, there was no missing the beacon of flame her face had become.

For Ren, this was both good and bad.

Good, in that the girl was then overcome with romantic intimidation; timid, and possibly at her most buxom. Bad, in that if the conversation didn't come to its point very soon, he may lose her entirely.

Ren took in a breath through his nose before coming out with it. "I should confess, Emerald…"

She looked up at him, compelled by the use of her forename.

"I chose this particular place for my meditations, simply because…" Ren was surprised to feel the almost absent wringing of his hands behind his back. "...I noticed...that you tend to come here a lot. And lately, I've been thinking-"

Ren cut off his speech there at the look of pure and appreciative shock that Emerald now gave him. "Did I say something wrong, Emerald?"

Though her mouth was moving, it took several attempts for the girl to get her voice working. "I-I came here because you would always come here, and…"

Ren's mouth was minutely agape, that transforming into a smirk of chagrin. "So...this whole time…"

Both he and Emerald dissolved into a fit of nervously relieved laughter.

The spell passing, Ren composed himself enough to say, "Emerald…"

She stifled the last of her giggles. Her eyes on him unblinking.

"I've...been attracted to you for some time now. And I-"

Emerald was in his arms before the end of his sentence.

Her arms around his neck, did Ren thoroughly relish the cradling of her lithe and supple body. The firmness of her skin; the utterly perfect shape of her waist…

Emerald then took further initiative as she pulled his mouth down to her own.

It was a very public kind of kiss; more an expression of enthusiasm than affection, their surrounding at the time being what they were.

Not that Ren enjoyed it any less, mind you.

The kiss broken, did Emerald simply lay her head upon his chest, Ren swaying the both of them gently.

"That was a long time coming," Ren said.

Emerald nodded against his chest. "Say. You think you could maybe...skip the thing tonight?"

Ren did indeed think about this.

Very, very hard.

"As incredibly tempting the prospect is...even for you, my new love, I cannot forsake my Traveler."

Emerald looked up at him, her gaze half-lidded, her smile dreamy. "I knew you'd say that."

Ren nodded sideways. "But after, however, I'm completely free." He ran a finger down her heart-shaped face. "Completely yours."

Something halfway between a giggle and a sigh escaped Emerald then, the sound uncouth and comical.

Ren looked up, espying his partner waiting with smug patience on the outskirts of the scene.

Quite a few men eyed her with blatant interest.

Though it pained him so, Ren decoupled his body from Emerald's own. "Til after," he said, planting a kiss on the back of her hand.

…..

Three days.

Three days of conversation and explaining.

And as much apologizing.

Whilst Ruby didn't quite find the gestures unnecessary per se, she knew in the end there was no possible way she could ever be mad at Weiss.

At least not for any extended period. Which brought her to where she was now.

She made down the corridor to her partner's deluxe dormitory room, taking in the many decorations that now adorned the space. Pink and white banners hung the length of the walls, and genuine rose petals wafted gently from just about every ceiling.

Ruby arrived and gave a little knock upon the door. "Weiss, it's me!" she called.

No answer.

She knocked a bit harder and was surprised slightly as the door swung open under the pressure of her fist.

She entered, closing the door behind her. She smiled as she took in the now familiar and ever so plush confines of her girlfriend's dorm. She wandered over to a glass-fronted display case that held dozens of decorative shells for Weiss's Ghost; many embellished with glitter and various gemstones.

Ruby's Ghost then spoke into her head: "As a fellow in-organic life form, I just want to note that Windig has a much nicer setup than I do. She rests on silk cushions and has her choice of shells...I live in your backpack…"

Ruby giggled her chagrin at this. "Maybe one day, Zwei," she said. "I'll get Weiss to buy you a shell covered in Rubies. How's that sound?"

"Marvelous," the little machine beeped.

Ruby moved deeper into the dorm, making her way to Weiss's bedroom. Upon the door now, did she knock gently. "Weiss...are you in there, Snowflake?" A faint hint of color tinged her cheeks as she asked, "Are you... decent?"

"Does it matter if she isn't?" Zwei beeped merrily.

The color in Ruby's face deepened.

"I seriously think sometimes that you forget that she's, you know, your girlfriend. Hint, hint."

Ruby smiled. And at her Ghost's comical urging, did she open the door.

The bedroom of Weiss's dorm was maybe only a shade smaller than the living room proper. And there in the room's center, was the Warlock in question.

She was in a meditative state; a trance of sheer disembodied focus. She floated several feet in the air on a cushion of Void Light, her legs folded beneath her. Her beautiful snowy hair was free from its binding, flowing with ethereal grace in the air around her. And her eyes...Ruby couldn't truly tell if they were open or not, as they resembled no more that fiercely glowing portals, dancing with the Light of The Void.

Ruby found herself then struck with awe...as well as something she couldn't immediately identify.

And there before Ruby's unblinking eyes, did Weiss come out of her trance, her floating back down to the floor.

Ruby shuffled a bit awkwardly. "Oh, sorry to disturb you while you're doing...Warlock stuff."

Weiss smiled. "Dir geht es gut, meine liebe." She padded across the room, and planted a kiss on Ruby's mouth.

Ruby barely suppressed her giggled and its accompanying blush. "So, what did you want to talk to me about, babe?"

Ruby watched then as Weiss re-donned her accouterments; her winding the great length of her hair into its crown clasp. Ruby then took particular and intense interest in Weiss replacing her shoes; watching as she worked her feet into those graceful strap-up wedges; the elegant arch of her feet accentuating the comely length and tone of her flawless alabaster legs...

Ruby's blush then was undeniable.

Finished then, did Weiss look upon her girlfriend with intent. "There is something I've been thinking about for some small while, liebchen…"

"Uh, sure. Was ist es?"

Weiss held Ruby's stare as she said evenly: "Teach me how to Blink."

Ruby smiled, the gesture genuine, as was her nod. "Naturlich." did she say.

….

A short while from there, did Ruby settle herself and her then pupil into a corner of the training annex. The facilities were alive with activity as Guardians and recruits alike went about their exorcises around them.

"Okay...Blinking." Ruby paced rhetorically as she spoke, Weiss's eyes intent upon her. "A lot of people think it's a form of teleportation or something. It's not. It's just moving really, really fast over a fairly short distance."

Ruby turned and…

VROOON!

Was she standing ten yards away.

VROOON!
She was by Weiss's side again.

"Wow…" did the Warlock breathe.

Ruby smiled. "Because you're moving so fast, it uses a lot of Light. But it's something you get used to the more you do it."

Weiss nodded.

"So, here's what we'll do." Ruby unsheathed her silver knife and walked a bit forward. And there on the ground, did she etch an 'X' with her knife. "We'll start small; five yards."

She then positioned herself behind Weiss, her hands upon her shoulders. "The most important thing to remember about Blinking is that your not immaterial while you do it. Your path has to be clear, otherwise you'll smack full speed into a wall or something. That would hurt."

"Undoubtedly," from Weiss.

"So, the easiest way to do it, is to have your destination in sight before Blinking; you have to know exactly where you're going, so you can adjust your velocity accordingly, or else you'll collide smack on with your target."

"Okay…"

"The way I do it… I picture a line from where I'm standing, to the place I want to be. And then I focus my Light along that line. Then I work out exactly what I want to do when I get there. That's how a Blink Strike works. Think of it kind of like front-loading your next action; work it out before hand because it's almost impossible to do it in mid Blink."

"Right."

Ruby pointed to Weiss's target. "That spot is where you want to be. So focus on being there." She kissed her cheek. "You got it, babe."

Ruby stepped back, watching the blush fade from Weiss's face, it replaced with prodigious concentration. She widened her stance, lowering her center of gravity.

"You can do it, Weiss!" Ruby urged.

Weiss took in breath; braced herself; and then…

Glided straight up into the air.

Quite the number of male recruits around them espied Weiss at the apex of her ascent. Their eyes rounding and faces reddening at the glorious sight they then beheld.

" Ach du lieber…" Weiss pinned down the flare of her skirt as she floated back to the ground.

"Maybe some leggings or sweat pants are in order, Weiss," did Zwei say then, him floating besides Ruby as she giggled.

Weiss cleared her throat as she recomposed herself. "Nonsense," did she say. "If my charms are indeed a distraction for the boys, then they clearly are lacking in the discipline required for Guardianship."

"Here, here!" said Windig.

Ruby then regained her composure. "Alright. Try again!"

An hour passed; with Weiss making...slow, but steady progress. While she had yet to make the five yard marker, she had all but mastered the mechanical principals of the exorcise.

"How's your Light?" Ruby asked.

"Just enough for one more round…" Weiss limbered up by performing a few standing calf rises, her balancing on the very balls of her feet.

A squad of recruits running laps around the facility, nearly stopped in their tracks.

"What kind of robes is she wearing?" asked a Lady Warlock.

"Don't know, cuz, I'm definitely not looking at her robes…" said a Male Hunter, his passing gaze locked firmly downward.

"Or not…" Weiss sighed.

"You gotta put those things away, babe," Ruby giggled. "They are seriously lethal weapons."

Weiss smiled at this, walking up to Ruby.

"Calling it?"

"For today, ja," Weiss said contently. "We can resume tomorrow." She took Ruby's hand in her own, placing a kiss upon it and Ruby's mouth in succession. "Thank you, Ruby."

"You don't have to thank me, Weiss," Ruby said. "You know I'd do anything for you."

Weiss smiled. "Like...spend the rest of the day with me?"

Ruby nodded with enthusiasm. "There's a Crimson Days market in Tower north. Why don't see what its all about?"

And hand in hand, did they stroll from the training annex.

…

The Crimson market was alive with mirthful activity.

Dozens of couples ambled about the space, looking at the romance-themed trinkets and baubles on display at each of the vendors.

"Sync stamps…" Ruby mused. She peered over the glass case of the vendor. "How do they work?"

The merchant spoke up. "If you and your partner each place a stamp on the back of your right hands, then your heartbeats will become synchronized!" she said. "The two of you will be in perfect tune and harmony!"

Ruby looked to her girlfriend. "How bout it?"

Weiss rolled her eyes pleasantly. "A bit gimmicky, but why not."

Ruby paid one-hundred glimmer for the trinkets.

They moved along, hands and steps locked.

"You've rose petals in your hair, liebchen," Weiss giggled.

"It's kind of annoying to just have them falling out of the air…" Ruby made to brush the things from her hair.

Weiss gently arrested her hand, saying: "I actually quite like them there…" She stood in front of Ruby. "It becomes the coloring of your hair, as well as your name…" Both of their hands joined, did Weiss lean in towards Ruby. "Beautiful roses...for my beautiful Rose…"

Their kiss then was protracted and unreserved; open-mouthed and open-air.

Ruby found her hands wandering to places on Weiss's body not otherwise publicly decent.

Their kiss broken, but embrace still whole, did Ruby say: "Hey. Can we...um...g-go back to your dorm?"

Ruby was sure her face was on fire, as was Weiss's as she nodded, her smile blooming across her lovely face.

And the two were transmatted from the market.

….

A/N: The following scene is rated 'LF' for lemony freshness. Bow-chica-wow-wow!

….

Ruby wasn't quite sure if she was kissing Weiss in mid-transmat. Such a thing may not have been possible. But upon reaching the destination of Weiss's dorm, did she find her mouth and tongue tangled with Weiss's own.

She could tell they were in her bedroom, as Weiss had Ruby pressed firmly against it's door, her tongue running laps over the inside of her mouth.

Ruby's hands ran with worshipful friction over the hourglass contours of her partner's waist, as well as any inch of her she could reach while standing.

Weiss finally came up for air, all but panting through her open and glistening mouth.

In this break, did Ruby manage to say, "Hey...Weiss…"

"Yes, my love?"

"Do you think, um...that uh...you can…"

Weiss smiled, her cradling Ruby's face in her hands. "Ruby, liebchen, why would you be embarrassed about asking me anything?"

Ruby's own smile bloomed, along with the fire in her chest. "It's just…" Ruby swallowed past the lump in her throat. Can you...uh...wear those...mules again? The ones with the bows and jewels on them…"

Weiss gave a sultry chuckle. She kissed Ruby again. "I'll be right back." She made for her walk-in closet, sliding the door closed behind her.

Ruby exhaled, her heart-rate climbing all the time.

"So...don't you think you should get more comfortable too?" said Zwei in her head.

Ruby's abashed smile glowed into being. "What do you suggest?"

"Nothing," was Zwei's response.

"Well if you don't have a suggestion…"

"No. I mean nothing as in, wearing nothing. That's where this is going, right?"

The heat in Ruby's body threatened to set her hair alight. "Well, I mean-I-I..uh…"

"Oh come on! It's not like you don't fantasize about seeing Weiss naked almost constantly!"

"Well I-I- I don't...well- almost-not-"

"Well, you have gotten as far as seeing what her breasts look like. And feel like. And taste like…"

"Remind me to put you in the vault whenever Weiss and I...uh...are alone…"

Zwei beeped his amusement. "It's time to put the whole picture together. C'mon, Ruby! The Crimson Days are here! Now's the time to take the plunge and make Weiss all yours!"

Ruby took in and exhaled a shaky breath. "Yeah...you're right."

"So, what do you have in lingerie?"

"In what?"

"You know, something soft and lacy and barely there."

"I don't…have anything like that!"

Zwei thought for a moment. "Alright then. Brassiere and panties it is!"

"Wait, what!?"

And in less than a second, did Ruby find her armor and gear transmatted away, leaving her in only her ladybug-patterned under garments.

Ruby covered herself in reflexive panic. "Zwei!?"

"Perfect!" her Ghost chirped. "Don't cover yourself, Ruby. The whole idea is to let Weiss see your body, remember?"

"Yeah but-!"

"Ah, here she comes. Good luck, Ruby!"

Zwei disappeared as Ruby beheld the sliding door to Weiss closet open slowly.

And at once, did her heart stop in her chest.

Weiss had donned a blue satin nightdress; the intimate garment barely coming to her thighs. Her hair was unbound, flowing to its full and glorious length past her waist. Ruby's eyes then fell upon and traced fully the utterly marvelous extent that were Weiss's legs.

Bare to the thigh; what little was left to the imagination covered by the slip's paltry skirt. Her feet, arched oh-so gracefully in those lovely stiletto mules, added what seemed to Ruby like miles and miles to her legs.

Ruby was almost positive her heart was beating loud enough for Weiss to hear.

Weiss, though her face was beaming crimson, strode then with all but model grace to the room's bed, sitting herself upon its edge. And then, in a motion of elegantly enticing entrancement, did she raised her right leg high, her toes pointed to the ceiling, and cross it over her left. "I'm all yours, liebchen."

Ruby needed no further invitation.

She was across the room in a flash. On her knees even faster.

Ruby was all but in a frenzy as she kissed every inch of those glorious legs her lips could reach. From her thigh; over her knee; down her shin; taking extra time and care at her foot; planting kisses along the stiletto heel; and the three toes peeking out from the shoe's front. Ruby retraced this same path up from the bottom of Weiss's opposite leg, Weiss lifting and holding her leg parallel to the floor as Ruby kissed her way along it.

Ruby positioned herself kneeling just in front of Weiss, her now in a proper sitting position, her legs together between Ruby's thighs, right on her sweet spot.

Ruby's hips were in motion before she could stop herself.

Her hands gripped the ample undersides of Weiss's thighs as her pelvis rolled like a wave along her legs.

Weiss held Ruby's burning face in her hands, steadying the silver of her lust-clouded eyes on her own. "Enjoying yourself, my darling?"

"Ja... Prinzessin!" was Ruby's panted reply.

Her rhythm unbroken, Ruby rolled Weiss's tiny skirt up over her thighs, revealing shiny blue satin panties underneath. Ruby plunged her face into this glorious valley, Weiss gasping her approval.

Ruby's own panties were damp with sweat and love secretions. Her hipped bucked in almost absent crescendo; nearing her peak. "Oh Weiss, Ich komme!"

And her underwear was absolutely ruined.

Weiss minded not the lovely mess on her legs as she leaned down and captured Ruby's parted lips with her own. Ruby panted through her nose as she drank copiously from Weiss's mouth, her sweet saliva replenishing her own spent store.

Mouths still locked, Weiss pulled Ruby down upon the bed, the sweet pressure of her mouth and body pressing her down into the memory foam mattress. With romantic expertise, did Weiss find and undo the clasps of Ruby's brassiere, it discarded to the floor.

Her soaked panties soon followed.

Ruby broke away from Weiss's mouth and kissed her way along her throat; down to her collarbone; peeling down the straps of Weiss's gown as she went.

Ruby could literally taste the waves of heat rolling off Weiss's body, the girl's hips already in anticipatory motion beneath her.

Suspended as she was just over Weiss, Ruby could look down into the brilliant blue of her gemstone eyes; see the strands of her hair splayed beneath her like a white could; feel the salacious lock of her long legs wrapped around her hips. Ruby swallowed, clearing her heart from her throat. "Weiss, I love you so much…"

Reciprocal tears ran down the sides of Weiss's face. "And I love you, my sweet, beautiful Rose." She locked her arms around Ruby's neck. "Make me yours, my love…"

And so they were lost to the ensuing whirlwind of passion.

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-End of Legend 37-

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A/N:

Oh wow did that get spicy at the end! I just figured the best thing I could do with the only weekend I'll have off ever is to update my fic. And play some Warframe...and Pokemon Scarlet...and Xenosaga episode 2… you get the idea.

As ever, if you liked what you read, a like follow or review (good or bad) would be greatly appreciated. If you didn't like what you read, I thank you for reading this long. Here's to future updates.

-B.D. Skunkworks