Weiss sat behind her father's desk, her elbows atop the surface and her head in her hands. Papers were scattered about the furniture with others in piles atop spare chairs up against the walls. No matter what she tried, the usurping heiress couldn't make sense of Jacques' organizational system… assuming he had one at all. What had made matters even worse was that her mother was in absolutely no condition to help her until the morning, given the fact that she had admitted to being fairly inebriated throughout their entire conversation earlier. Weiss hadn't been surprised- only disappointed and frustrated.
When Willow Schnee had taken her hand and pledged to try to make amends, though, Weiss had felt a sense of relief wash over her of a magnitude that she had never experienced before.
What had followed was a conversation between Weiss, Willow, and Klein about steps for the immediate future of the Schnee Dust Company. It quickly became clear that Willow was going to be of little use in the short term, and so Klein had agreed to escort her to her bedroom and leave Weiss to begin making headway in the office. Without access to any of Jacques' login information, she had settled for trying to make sense of the man's desk and quickly gotten overwhelmed. She had barely found anything useful, and some of what she saw upon the desk infuriated her.
A stack of handwritten papers seemed to form the first draft of a few chapters for a book that her father was writing, entitled How to Succeed In the World of Atlesian Business. Weiss had shoved the papers off to the side in disgust, her mood ruined by her father's sheer audacity at trying to profit off of his scummy ways. In order to clear her head, she took a brief retreat to her old bedroom to go through some of her things and changed out of her huntress uniform for something less flashy and complicated. It was only a minor distraction that did little to comfort her… but it was at least some comfort. Something familiar.
Upon returning to the office, Weiss had immediately become anxious once again and wracked with indecision. She had the reins, but no idea what to do with them… yet simply putting it off until the following day seemed so irresponsible. Her thought process was borderline neurotic and she knew it- no one would judge her or even know if nothing else got done, but sitting around or going back to Atlas struck her as irresponsible. Weiss felt like she was mere moments from having a complete meltdown, but she also didn't want to bother anyone and give off the impression that she was incapable. So much was going on and out of her control that all she could do was sit and breathe, wasting more time as she waited for something, anything to give her inspiration or guidance.
And so the door to the office opened, sometime in the early evening.
"Klein?" Weiss asked as she looked up from her brooding. "Marrow!"
"Hey," the faunus replied with a grin as he entered the room and hastily made his way up to the desk. "I just got done down in the infirmary, a-"
Fortunately, the man was well-trained with honed reflexes as Weiss climbed over the mostly bare desk and quite literally launched herself at him. Marrow caught the smaller girl rather easily, though he was hardly prepared for her to press her lips so firmly and insistently into his own. The contact broke after only a moment, and Marrow found himself holding Weiss up with her legs on either side of him and dangling above the floor at right angles.
"Easy, Weiss," the man warned, adjusting his grip around the small of Weiss' back as she finally let her feet touch down to the floor. "I'm here and ready to help with whatever you need."
"I honestly don't know if you can," Weiss admitted as she rested her face against Marrow's chest. She closed her eyes as the faunus began to gently stroke at her hair. "I'm just… things are going so wrong and so right back and forth that I can't really bring myself to do anything productive."
"Decision paralysis," Marrow considered as he looked around the room. "…hey, why is there a large caliber bullet hole in the bookcase…?"
"…new topic," Weiss suggested, not wanting to get into the details about her mother just yet.
"Things with Willow went that well, huh?" Marrow asked rhetorically. "I guess as long as you're both okay, we can table that for now. Hm… I like your outfit? Is it new?"
"Old," Weiss corrected as she backed off and dipped into a curtsy for him. She was clad in a white leather pea coat with black buttons and matching lace trim around the bottom of the skirt, alongside a pair of knee-high white boots with black laces to match. "I only ever got to wear it the once, and it has sat in two separate closets ever since. I thought going back to it for a bit might bring along some of the memories and feelings that went with being at Beacon, but I just feel so… anxious and awful."
"Well, it looks…" Marrow paused, trying to determine which truth might help her most. "…adorable on you."
"Adorable?" Weiss asked as she quirked a brow. "I'll take it, but…"
"Don't get me wrong, it's also incredibly hot," Marrow admitted with a smirk. "I just didn't think now was the time."
"Maybe it is," Weiss considered. "I really don't know how I feel at the moment, other than stressed and like I need some sort of drastic change to get myself in gear. Speaking of stress, you look… absolutely exhausted. Are you alright?"
The observation wasn't an inaccurate one- while Marrow usually carried himself with near perfect posture and genuine enthusiasm, the man seemed like he was forcing both attributes. There were bags under his eyes, his default expression continually slipped back to that of a frown, and his tail was motionless behind him. Seeing him truly worn down was a first for Weiss, and all of her problems slipped to the back of her mind almost immediately in response.
"I'm… surviving," Marrow said carefully. "There's just a lot going on right now, and hearing that you're not doing great might have been the last thing that finally tipped me over the edge. Sorry, I'll try t-"
"Don't you dare apologize to me for not being at your best," Weiss warned as she put her hands on her hips. "The vast majority of our relationship thus far has been you supporting me through just about everything imaginable and holding me accountable with tough love as needed. I think it's about time that I return the favor for you."
"While you're already feeling overwhelmed?" Marrow questioned. "Weiss, I came here to make you feel better. It really doesn't matter if I'm tired- you're going through a lot more than me right now. So… tell me what I can do."
Weiss narrowed her eyes and pulled a face, speaking in a tone that commanded authority.
"You can sit behind that desk while I sit in your lap and you tell me what's on your mind. What would make me feel better is seeing you feel better."
Marrow let out a ragged sigh and pulled the tie out of his hair, letting it tumble down around his shoulders. With a nod of resignation, he walked on over to the chair and sat down, sinking into the leather cushions.
"…this thing must have been several hundred lien," Marrow observed as he placed his arms on the armrests. "Is all of the furniture here of this quality?"
"Pretty much," Weiss acknowledged as she moved to situate herself in Marrow's lap, draping her legs over the armrest and allowing him to cradle her back. "This is… actually incredibly uncomfortable, and a terrible idea."
"Yeah, it's not great," Marrow agreed as Weiss shifted a bit, trying to get into a better position. "Maybe just… sit on the desk across from me? Or I'll take the desk, you take the chair?"
"I'll be fine up there," Weiss reassured as she dismounted the faunus and hopped up onto the surface of the desk, letting her legs dangle above the ground. "Here we go. So… what happened with you today? I'm going to guess that most of it was spent in the infirmary?"
"All of it, bar waking up," Marrow lamented as he tried to relax into the chair. Something about the way that Weiss shifted every so often atop the desk distracted him- it almost seemed as though her mind was on other things entirely. "There's just… so much going on with so many people. I'm used to specialized care for one or two Aces, not a whole flood of people I barely know. Raven's arm needs constant check-ins, Fox is still in a coma, Cardin's chest is… it's not looking good for the prospect of removing any more of the metal, and Penny is a whole different issue. That doesn't even get into what's going on with Coco and Neptune, who both seem to be traumatized."
"I feel awful for them all," Weiss said with a frown. "But… they're all at least stable, yes?"
"They are," Marrow confirmed as he took a few deep breaths and tried to relax. "They're fighters… and all very cooperative. That's more than I can say for some of my patients. In a way, it's nice to see that level of trust from people on our side. Everyone's just so committed to the cause and willing to take risks that it really makes us feel like a united front, you know? I wish they weren't in pain, but I'm glad the situation is what it is instead of something else."
"Mm. And what of Clover?" Weiss asked, her gaze fixed upon Marrow's chest.
"That's where things get… interesting," Marrow replied. "Penny's… Penny, again. She bucked her programming as 'Hope' and she's primarily watching over Clover. He's awake and recovering, and I stopped in to see him before I left to come see you. Penny offered to take over the infirmary in my absence, along with a small team of Academy trainees. She has medical subroutines installed, so she should be able to handle things overnight… but I'm still 'on call' in case of an emergency. There aren't many situations she wouldn't be able to handle, though, so I should basically be free."
"It's good to have Penny back. We weren't particularly close at Beacon, but… it would be nice to have another old friend back in the mix," Weiss said as she slipped off the desk and stood up. "That being said, we should make the most of what time we have alone right now. I can think of a way to help us get rid of some tension and stress… if you're not too tired for something a bit physical."
Marrow hesitated a moment, watching as Weiss reached for one of the buttons on her jacket.
"Are you… suggesting what it looks like you're suggesting?" the faunus asked as the first button was freed from its loop. "I'm never too tired to get close to you, but… Weiss, are you sure that right now is the best time to start getting… intimate?"
"Right now?" Weiss asked as she undid another button and began work on the next. "Here, defacing this damnable office, while I'm incredibly frustrated, anxious, in desperate need of relief, and we have some time to ourselves away from everyone else? I can't think of one better. If we wait for some sort of 'perfect' moment where I'm focused only upon the task at hand, I may be too nervous to really give it a go."
"That does make some measure of sense, sure, but is avoiding everything you're dealing with just t-…" Marrow watched as the coat and attached skirt fell from Weiss' shoulders, revealing only a set of lacy black lingerie beneath. "…your argument is getting more convincing by the second…"
"Isn't it, though?" Weiss asked as she closed the distance, once again climbing into the chair and straddling Marrow in only her underwear and leather boots. The furniture began to recline as she leaned into him, pressing her lips to his while she began to untie his scarf. Weiss broke away for but a moment as she pulled the restricting cloth from around Marrow's neck and worked to start undoing the buttons of his jacket. "I want you, Marrow. I've wanted you for weeks, now… and I let you fight me off once before on the rooftop. Tonight, you're mine."
Marrow grinned stupidly as he placed his hands upon Weiss' hips to help stabilize her while she continued to unbutton his jacket.
"I mean… I'd be more than happy to oblige if you're serious about doing this, but… the door. We aren't going to be interrupted?"
As if to answer, Weiss thrusted a hand behind herself and manifested a small glyph around the doorknob. The device rotated with a satisfying click.
"We won't be."
Marrow's jacket opened to reveal a tight, sleeveless black shirt that contoured to his chest muscles nicely. Weiss took a moment to admire the sight before casting the leather Ace Ops coat onto the floor. She squirmed slightly atop Marrow as her breathing quickened and her head filled with all sorts of thoughts as to what was about to happen. Slowly, she brought her eyes up to meet those of the faunus. His were filled with genuine adoration, and he suddenly seemed much more awake than before. Hers were alight with lust, and she could barely manage to keep herself from immediately undoing the zipper at the front of Marrow's pants. Instead, Weiss placed her hands on the faunus' shoulders and leaned in close to whisper breathily into his ear.
"I want you to fuck me on my father's desk."
Marrow's eyes widened at the words, a powerful tingle racing down the back of his neck.
"…yes ma'am."
Author's Note:
Man, do I have a surprise for you all. Some of you might be thinking "Damn, if only this scene kept going." You people are degenerate filth, and also, it does. Starting here, I'm uploading a companion story (only on AO3, because I don't trust Fanfiction for shit when it comes to ratings) called Smut You Stole, which contains expanded sex scenes. It's 100% canon to What You Stole and has similar character interactions, just with… actual, written porn instead of "fade to black" and implied sex scenes. If you're not a fan of smut, it's 100% skippable and there will be no new "story" content essential to this fic, so don't worry about it.
I'm not joking. This is a real thing. Enjoy…?
-RD