"I'm, uh… I'm Weiss."

Ruby stared at her, eyes shifting unsurely between the Huntress' extended hand and her face. "Um… yeah. I know. We're on a date. I think I'd know your name."

Despite feeling her lips twist into a shaky line, Weiss kept her hand out. It'd be weirder to retract it, right? Isn't an unshaken hand bad luck? Or something?

Ruby, realizing after a long moment that Weiss wouldn't pull her hand back, shook it with the look of a dad indulging her dumb toddler. "You know we already did a date, right? You don't have to be nervous."

Ruby let go of her hand, the handshake completed as standard, but now Weiss was leaning over the table, hand extended, and she didn't know whether to put it in her lap or rest it on the table. Worse, Ruby had said words and she was probably supposed to reply to them. Daringly, she forced her hand to dart into her lap before she could deliberate too long. When Ruby didn't lunge across the table and beat her to death with the wine bottle, Weiss realized she had passed the social test without faux pas. This buoyed her to answer, "Well that wasn't a real date."

"What?"

Weiss blinked. "What?"

"What do you mean?"

Ah. She'd fucked up. That was almost certainly a 'I have revoked my choice not to cave your skull in with a wine bottle' voice, and the social expectation of an answer hit Weiss like the craziest QTE. Appropriately, she verbally button-mashed, "I— uh— w-well— uh— y—you know, uh— it— it was— a, um—"

Ruby nodded as if she were being coherent.

"I— uhm— I was j-just, like— uh—"

Ruby lifted her wine glass to her lips, eyebrows attentively high. Her face crinkled at the drink hitting her lips. She pushed it to Weiss' side.

"T-trying to, like, kill you?"

To Weiss' infinite surprise and dismay, this admission did not confer a prompt and lethal foray 'twixt wine bottle and cranium. Rather, Ruby's shoulders actually dropped a little, as if she'd released a nigh-imperceptible breath of relief. "Oh," the Vampire sighed. "Thank goodness. I thought you didn't like me or something."

Now the mantle of confusion was on Weiss' shoulders (as if it'd ever left). "You… huh?"

Ruby took a sip of her water this time, finding it much more amicable to her tastes. However, as soon as the drink hit the table again, Ruby's gaze slid away. Her brownish cheeks darkened to a rich caramel tone, and one hand came up to scratch sheepishly at the nape of her neck. A nervous smile tucked her lips above her new teeth, but she seemed to realize and fought hard to school them once more. "I-I, uh… I dunno. Thought you were, like… s-straight. Or something."

It was very funny the way Ruby tried to say 'straight', as if the idea brought a little vomit into her mouth, but Weiss found herself too struck to laugh. Because she didn't know what it was like, to 'feel' for someone— she didn't think she did, at least. It was supposed to be something warm, right? Sometimes she felt something warm— something really warm for Ruby, but in more of a 'I am a pathetic virgin and in Jesus' name I pray to get the barest scrap of coochie, amen' type of way. Which… well, she'd felt that about a lot of people in high school (including apparently Ruby's sister, how the fuck had nothing ever come up about that?), but she wouldn't say she really liked Coco Adele or the Nikos girls, moreso just… when she saw them in the locker room, she kinda wanted to bite them? But not, like, bite them, but like also yes bite? Like she wanted to eat them. In a sex way? She definitely didn't want to be on a fucking dinner date with them, that's for sure. She'd honestly rather do that with Jaune again, at least it was such a horrible experience that it made the rest of her life seem marginally less shitty. She just wouldn't know what to do. Hell, she didn't know what to do now, and she hadn't even begun to tackle how Ruby fit into the fucked up calculus between her heart and her teeth. Did Ruby have a point about the hair-pulling thing? Th-the one about boys. Liking you. So they pull your hair. Which Weiss definitely wanted to do— pull Ruby's hair. But again in a sex way. Except it hadn't really been in a sex way last time, but hadn't it? Like a psychosexual kind of thing? Fuck. Where's Freud to overexplain your kinks relative to your family dynamic when you need him.

"Weiss?"

"I'm normal!"

Ruby blinked, but her confusion slowly flaked away until it was too soft for Weiss to bear. "Coulda fooled me."

"What? I literally am."

"Is that why you've been staring silently at my face like a dead fish for, like, at least two minutes?"

Weiss scowled. "I do not look like a dead fish."

The Vampire rolled her lambert eyes. They caught the restaurant's gentle light and sparkled. "Of course you don't. You look super pretty, actually."

A lopsided smirk tugged the Huntress' lips. "What? N-no. These aren't even my clothes, you're barely my size. And red isn't my color."

Ruby's smirk blew Weiss' off her face, the way she forgot she had those giant fangs, and how long and sharp they were, and how white they were, and how pretty they were. "I would seriously disagree."

"Oh," was all Weiss could say, and also "uh," and "thanks," because Ruby was looking at her and smirking in the kind of way that feels like a lead balloon inflating in your chest. Weiss' eyes flicked down to the Vampire's neck, where a little gold cross held the two ends of a choker together like that one guy in that one movie with the train. After a while, she managed to use the thing humans spent so many millenia evolving towards, and asked, "You're, um… religious?"

Ruby's smile was like the LED hi-beams of a fuckass pickup riding Weiss' ass. "Nope!"

Right. Vampires and religion don't mix. That was so absurdly ubiquitous, like daylight and stakes and garlic, that Weiss shouldn't have even asked. But, for some reason, she had. She couldn't see any talismans, but she couldn't see the silver harness either. Probably a glamour. "Then why…"

Ruby shrugged, and Weiss realized the question she'd meant to keep in her head had come out her mouth. Luckily, it was one that fit. She didn't want to make Ruby think she wasn't listening again. (What? Why would she care?) "My uncle, mostly. And I just think it's kinda cool— at least, like, as a story?"

Ruby shrugged again, and Weiss' eyes hung on the dark brown freckles spotting her shoulders and upper arms. Some freckles and little moles were on her forearms, too, but a lot more scant. She blinked hard, snapping herself out and recanting mentally what Ruby had just said— uncle, likes the aes, likes the vibe but not in a worship way. Okay. Good. She did get it. "I can understand that."

"Sorry I assumed earlier— at least I think I did— but you're Catholic, right?"

Weiss felt each vertebra in her spine go very rigid.

The obvious answer: 'Yes. Of course I am. Schnees are famously devout.'

The answer she felt in her heart: 'It has me, and no matter how much I give to it, I don't get anything back. Which I deserve— I have played my own desecration of the Fifth Commandment.'

An addendum she also felt in her heart: 'But you gave back, even though I didn't mortify myself for you. Even though I know you've seen me, knowing. What kind of idiot god are you?'

An addendum she also felt in her heart: 'If I would die for a God that made me this way, what would I do for you?'

The most obfuscating answer, which she smartly said instead: "Belief helps with most Malevolences, fuels the Seraphic Gate." Weiss tipped her head to one side, reconsidering. "I say 'fuels', I mean more like— like how a stripper is fueled by flaunting herself? But the tips are like blessings, or like more of an ambiguous aura of good stuff that generally helps. I mean I guess stripper is too direct, more like a, uh—" a term fluttered through her brain, and she plucked it without discrimination. "Fleshtuber."

Ruby blinked hard, making a face of very obvious bewilderment, which made Weiss realize Ruby might be too normal for brainrot terminology.

She explained, "Like a livestreamer who builds their career on showing their bodies for donations."

This time, Ruby slowly shook her head. "That's not what fleshtuber means. You mean like a camgirl."

Weiss flinched, her own face now twisting. She supposed she didn't really know what that meant, but wasn't what she said better? "Isn't what I said better? Flesh equals sex—"

Ruby's eyes went wide and her hand patted the table a bit, her lips thinning cautiously. "L-little too loud, Weiss. There's a kid in the booth behind us."

The Huntress' brows furrowed, not really having felt a rise in her volume, but schooled herself and repeated, "Isn't what I said better?"

Those freckled shoulders relaxed a little. She held up a flat hand and wiggled it in a noncommittal gesture. "It's a really good assumption," Ruby assuaged, her lilting tone trying for congratulation but giving slight condescension. "If you don't have any context."

"Then what is the context?"

"It's the exact opposite of a V-tuber— someone who's 'in the flesh' on stream, rather than virtual."

"What's a V-tuber?"

Ruby's mouth gaped like Weiss was a car accident unfolding in slow motion. Her eyebrows shot up like Weiss had just revealed that they shared special interests. Her eyes went very wide as if Weiss had started snaking a foot up the interior of her leg.

It was, Weiss realized, the face you get when someone doesn't know something, and it's the kind of weird thing that they're either going to fall in love with or despise. It's the face of the spectator. The arbiter. The prophet. One whose burden is knowledge, and whose blessing is the sweet schadenfreude of another's revelation.

"Hey! Sorry for that wait, you two ready to order?"

Oh. Right. They were in a restaurant. On a date. With food involved. And now Ruby was looking at her expectantly, because she'd just placed her own order without a second thought while Weiss hadn't even looked at the menu. In fact, looking around, she didn't even know what kind of place this was— despite having driven here. Ruby had directed her from the passenger seat. She hadn't been thinking about anything but the fact Ruby now had technicolor skin since feeding on her. That and the lacy cuffs of her dress, the black swirls over the light coffee background of her skin. And also the road. Very important to focus on the road.

But now Ruby was leaning over the table, and Weiss realized the lane markers she'd been trying to focus on were actually her cleavage. Right. Dinner. Table. Menu. Ordering. Ruby's cleavage. Food.

"What— what happened to the waitress?"

Ruby stopped talking. Weiss realized she'd interrupted her.

"Sorry."

Dropping back in her chair (Thank Christ (NO COME BACK)), Ruby glanced at where the waitress had been standing, then back at Weiss with a quizzical stare. "It's fine. I told her to come back in a minute. You, uh…" her eyes fled again, voice distancing. "Looked distracted."

Weiss scowled. She was distracted, but Ruby was making it look like she'd been distracted by something else. Like she was ignoring her again— which, technically, she was, but this time it wasn't deliberate! She was just… "I— I was just, um… yes. Distracted. Thinking. About, um. You." LAME AND WEIRD. "Y-your dress! Your— you look— um—" SAY SOMETHING NORMAL. "S-scrum…diddly…ump…tious." KILL YOURSELF KILL YOURSELF DIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIE. "S-sorry."

Ruby looked at her and softened, which was basically like the Second Coming but if Jesus didn't spend half his visit making sure Weiss knew she sucked and also deserved everything that'd happened to her since it was her own fault anyways. "It's fine," Ruby said. Believing her would be a mistake, surely, but Weiss couldn't stop her heart from easing at the Vampire's soft tone. "Did you hear anything I said about the menu?"

Don't disappoint Ruby again. Please. God. She wanted that look and that voice forever, even if she was a Vampire and Weiss was supposed to be killing her right now and some part of her still wanted to but she couldn't tell if that was in a sex way or not which was probably some Vampiric effect that was bad for her but God forbid Weiss have anything. "Yes," Weiss lied. "I heard. I can order."

She looked down at the menu. There was definitely food there. Pictures and names of food. The idea of eating was once again the worst thing ever. Why did being around Ruby make her stomach feel so fucking weird?

"Okay. I know what I want."

Ruby nodded slightly, in the 'are you sure?' kind of way, to which Weiss nodded in a 'yeah I'm sure' kind of way, which was probably the most normal interaction they had since sitting down.

When the waitress came back, Weiss even managed to do the whole thing herself. She ordered a cheese quesadilla. Ruby even coughed 'basic' under her breath, but gave the Huntress a big grin that signaled it was a joke. Weiss felt strangely anointed at recognizing that.

"So," Ruby started, which was great. Weiss woulda just sat there in silence forever, which probably wouldn't make for a good date. "What's your major?"

Weiss blinked, surprised at the question's domesticity. "Interdisciplinary Studies," she answered easily. "You?"

"I dunno. Mechanical Engineering?" Ruby shrugged, chuckling a little. "I'm probably gonna drop, honestly."

"You— you're gonna— wait, you're in engineering?"

Ruby cocked her head. "What? I've always been a numbers nerd."

Always? Had she?

"What'd you get on the Geometry test?"

"Why do you care."

"Just wanted to rub my 100 in your face— o-ow! Weiss, that'smyhair— ow!"

Right. "Nerd."

Ruby preened at the word. "That's me! Nerd and proud!"

"So why drop out?"

"I'm thinking about it. I dunno." Ruby took a sip of water, reminding Weiss to take one of wine.

Feeling the buzz of social lubricant, Weiss asked, "So, what do you play?"

"Hm? Like, sudoku?"

Weiss gave her an obvious frown. "No, dumbass, video games."

"Oh!" Ruby laughed to herself, waving Weiss off. "I don't play video games."

"What? No games? How the fuck do you live?"

"I dunno. I read a lotta books."

"You… read books."

Ruby nodded, giddy. "Love a book."

"But I saw a console at your house."

The Vampire waved off her rebuke with ease. "Yeah, but I don't play it— it's Yang's. You could, if you want." She added a dramatic waggle of her brows. "Maybe we've got one of your games stashed away."

Weiss leaned back and folded her arms, feeling suddenly emasculated despite never being masculated in the first place. "I— I don't play games either."

"Hrrrrrnk," Ruby honked, leaning onto the space Weiss had just made with palpable smugness. "Nuh-uh, you made the assumption because you do, because you're a bigger nerd than I'll ever—"

Weiss' arm shot out, thumb and forefinger pinching Ruby's nose and forcing the girl to beat a hasty retreat. It was a very old instinct, that move. Weiss immediately regretted it. "R-Ruby, shit, I'm—"

Ruby burst out laughing, drawing eyes that made Weiss shrink into the booth.

At least until she rose with frustration, brain hemorrhaging with the fact that Ruby could've easily avoided that! And it shouldn't have even hurt! "Hey!"

Ruby waved her off again, quieting down. "Oh— oh man. Good one."

Weiss swallowed everything at the praise, and chased it with a gulp of wine that shook her so hard it nearly sobered her. After a moment of letting her unbearable companion recover, she retried, "F-fine. I do play games."

Ruby raised her glass. "L'chaim!" she cheered, smiling with her beautiful fangs. "The truth finally comes out. Which ones?"

Weiss crossed her arms. She finished her glass, then took the one Ruby passed her way. Something about wine was trying to rise in her brain, but it'd be bad and life felt way too tolerable to ruin right then. Her eyes wandered towards the ceiling, imagining her library of games. "Urhhh…" was she slurring? Hilarious. "Cod."

"Fish game?"

Weiss shook her head. "CoD."

Ruby nodded dutifully. "Fish game."

Weiss grit her teeth. "Call. Of. Duty."

Dark eyebrows rose. "Like… the boys game?"

Blue eyes rolled. "Sorry? Should I have said Petz?"

Lovely fangs beamed. "I love that one!"

"Figures."

"What else?"

"League of Legends."

Ruby made a vomiting noise.

"You don't even play video games, what would you know about League?"

The Vampire shivered this time. "I've heard enough from Yang— her girlfriend plays. Do you enjoy poisoning yourself for fun, too?"

Weiss nodded. "Uh, yeah. Obviously. Builds immunity."

Ruby's face contorted with genuine horror.

Weiss smirked.

And Ruby laughed. God in heaven, she laughed. Weiss did a joke on purpose, landed it, and Ruby was laughing. She wasn't just anointed. Weiss Schnee was exalted.

Except whatever was going on with her face. It was super annoying, whatever it was, and she couldn't get it to go away no matter how hard she frowned. She tried drowning it under a sip of wine, but it just rose again.

Ruby's laugh petered out into a fond sigh, and her eyes fell lidded on Weiss, and her cheeks darkened a little, and her teeth were hidden by a smile that was smaller but a million times more deadly, and Weiss was pretty sure she was dying. "Jeez, Weiss," the girl said too easily. "I don't think I've ever seen you smile this much."

Weiss hurried to hide her face behind her wine, even though the heat from her cheeks should surely boil the liquid given proximity. "I'm not," she said through no smile at all.

"I can hear it," Ruby said, her own lips somewhere between obliviating smile and deadly smug grin. "I—" she faltered, eyes slipping to the side, but shored up and belted out all at once: "CanIcomesitwithyou?"

The reaction from Weiss' lips resulted in a blowback of wine all over her face. Ruby was already halfway across the table with her napkin when Weiss set the glass back down, reaching out. She'd easily be able to reach Weiss' face and wipe it clean, which would probably be romantic. But Weiss pulled back, out of range, and solely because she was wine-drunk and maybe kinda getting her thoughts assaulted by horny times in the bathroom, she said a little sloppily, "Looks like ya can't reach me." She looked off, faking exaggerated anguish to hide her own strain. "I-if only there was a space next to me, so you could—"

Ruby landed in the booth next to her, eyes deep and dark and perilously silver. "I'm gonna—"

Suddenly scorched, Weiss gave one furious nod. Ruby reached to her face, one hand holding the Huntress' chin while the other wiped. Distinctly, she wasn't smiling, but the way Ruby's eyes were boring into Weiss made her feel like a smile wasn't what she wanted to have on her face, despite very clearly being pleased. It made Weiss' chest clamp around something she couldn't really unravel.

"Is it okay if I stay?"

Weiss looked away, biting the inside of her cheek. "I-it'd look weird. And people're looking. They could see you."

Ruby scoffed. "I don't care."

The Huntress turned to look the Vampire in the eyes. "Nobody's getting their hands on you," she stated, grave despite the slovenly trail of her words. "Only one who is— 's me."

Ruby reeled, the darkening of her cheeks bursting over her whole face. Weiss drowned the hot power in her gut with another mouthful of wine. Ruby retreated across the booth and sulked in her seat— until the food came, at least.

Weiss watched the girl eat, which had become so inexplicably entertaining that Weiss didn't even notice her own hands and mouth absentmindedly picking up her food and eating it. There was just something about the Vampire.

Firstly, she had stashed a miniature bottle of blood in her cleavage, which she (in genuinely savvy fashion) palmed with a hot sauce bottle to dash both of the liquids onto her tamales, smearing them together with a fork to make it less obvious.

Second, she ate far too politely, as if she were trying to be fancy. This included sticking her pinkie out to drink her water. She had not done that before the food arrived.

Third, Weiss could see that she wasn't particularly enjoying it. "'S your food okay?" she even found herself asking. "Yer makin' faces."

Ruby instantly schooled her face, but the intense breakout of yet another blush made the efforts futile. She tried to cover this up with eating more fervently, but she couldn't hold the neutral expression, and had to keep fighting to push her eyebrows back up to a normalish state. Weiss hummed.

"Thas not r'ly hiding it, y'know."

Fuck, she was drunk. And Ruby was cute.

"Yer cute."

Why'd she say that?

Why wouldn't she? It was true.

Ruby tightened, as if scrunching herself up would deflect Weiss' words. "I— I, uh… th—the blood."

Weiss nodded. "Mmnm, cuz yer a full—" she cleared her throat, hushing her voice. "Yer all Vamp'd up now. No food fer you."

"N-no, I— um— my stomach's not, um… dessicated—"

"Oou, good word."

"So I can eat. It's just…" her eyes slipped away again. Weiss stared at her, trying to fish out the words unsaid without really casting a line— fishing metaphor, mm, yes, very sexy. "The blood…"

Weiss lolled her head towards her date, beseeching. It felt good to be drunk. Easy. Why didn't she do this more often? "Th'blood what?"

Ruby looked like a dog who'd been caught getting into something. It was so fucking cute. Ruby was so fucking cute. When she spoke, her voice was so hushed that Weiss had to lean towards her to hear, "It's… not yours?"

Weiss dropped back in her seat. Her hand pulsed, her wrist and neck ached— three points of pain, dull and wanting. She kinda hated the whole regenerative aspect of Ruby's bites; what she'd give to bleed herself all over Ruby's food, just for her. For how grateful it'd make her. And to see Ruby looking up at her again, with her blood on her lips, Binding her to Weiss forevermore.

Weiss took another draught of wine, running her glass empty. She reached for the bottle.

Ruby plucked it away. "Let's save this one for home, okay?"

Weiss pouted. "But—"

Ruby tutted. "For home."

Home. Ruby's home. Not Weiss' home. But Ruby said it collectively all the same. The idea was poison in Weiss' blood, a curse, a stupid and terrible thing to let herself think of. But so was the alcohol, and let it course through her. What's a little fantasizing, anyways?

Slowly, Weiss nodded. "Okay. For home."

Ruby smiled again, but not that cheerful beam— the small and soft one. "You realize I'm gonna have to drive us back, right?"

Weiss opened her mouth to object, but the mental image conjured sent her mind spiraling: Ruby, one hand on the wheel, one hand on Weiss' thigh, in a place where just a little encouragement would put it between— "Y-yeah. Tha— thas good."

Weiss looked down at her food, her insides feeling like they were at war: her guts, full of hot and grab and take, against her chest, full of warm and touch and give. Another axis ranged from 'stay, wait until you can decide which you want' to 'go home, let your heart decide'. It felt like the first, last, and greatest conflict she ever had in her entire life.

A styrofoam box appeared before her. She'd zoned out again. "W-what? What happened?"

Ruby looked at her, soft with concern, and Weiss wanted to curl up in her lap and cry just as much as she wanted to fuck the creature to pieces for pitying her. How would she even do the latter? Fuck. Fuck. What the fuck was she gonna do? She'd never had sex before! She didn't even— like, she knew how, of course she knew how, but how the fuck was she supposed to have sex? And with Ruby Rose, of all fucking things! From how she made it seem— how quick she was to go for Weiss' throat (throat being pussy) when it got hot— Ruby had the experience, right? Most of the stuff on PornHub was like 'Older Lesbian Teaches Straight Girl How To Fuck', but that never really got her off right— too sterile, Weiss couldn't imagine fucking under studio lighting— Weiss preferred those vertical phone videos with bad lighting in a car or something, where things looked real and dirty, things that had the filename in the title, now that was hot, but was that any better? The idea felt almost casual, dismissive, Weiss didn't wanna fuck Ruby in portrait, she needed this fuck to be in landscape, with a tripod and everything— but in the figurative sense?

"To-go boxes, for your quesadilla."

Fuck. She spoke Spanish so fucking good. Would it be racist if Weiss asked her to speak it during sex? "Oh, t-thanks."

"You okay? Want me to pack yours up for you?"

No. No. She could do this. She could. Even though her hands weren't moving couldn't she do this? "Yes."

What? No— what the fuck! She wanted to pack it herself! She didn't— she—

She didn't want to watch Ruby's fingers reach out and take her things. Her nails were still red and black, but now each one was checkered. Just for Weiss. And her nails were all trimmed neat, short. Which wasn't for Weiss at all. No. Or it was. In a different way.

It was the sight of Ruby diligently packing Weiss' food in the box that brought the war to its end. It was the tiny smile on her face as she focused on her work. It was her beautiful fingers, her very fucking faintly lighter palms. It was her nails, done in that cute checkerboard. Weiss wanted to see them curled against her palm, digging. She wanted to see the crescent marks left on that palm. The fingers stretching, then clenching. She wanted to wipe the smile off her face.

Ruby closed the top of the box with a loud snap, one which Weiss probably should've jumped at, but she wasn't focused on sound. Just Ruby.

"Check?"

Ruby nodded. "I paid."

"Shouldn't've."

The Vampire grinned. Who let her be smug? "And yet, here we are."

Words. Words were bad and useless. Weiss wanted. Could Ruby see that? Her eyes were lidded. The grin was a little higher on one side. Like animals.

"Can we go home now."

Ruby's grin grew. Jam your thumbs in her fangs. "Happy with your date?"

Weiss' mouth twisted. "Maybe."

The Vampire leaned over the table again, extending her head, purposely exposing her ripe and stakeable chest. Show her who rules the Earth. "The keys."

Weiss passed the keys.

Ruby's hand snapped up to grab hers (and without asking for permission? How daring) as soon as the metal clinked into her palm, whispering. "Think you can cum now?"

Oh, does she think she's gonna be the one doing the fucking, here? Holy shit. That's so fucking funny. What would be even funnier? Letting her think that. She quivered her lips, slipped her eyes away. Pretending was so much easier while drunk. "M-maybe…"

Ruby's grin got even wider. She was falling for it. Like the stupid beast she was. "C'mon."

Ruby jerked her head, taking all their leftovers and the wine in her arms in a display that was probably supposed to be chivalrous. Weiss cooed, which probably would've given it away if Ruby wasn't a dumb bitch who didn't have any brains to fuck out. Ruby even held open the door for her, and Weiss climbed in with a hand on her forehead like a damsel.

When they were driving, Ruby did ask before putting a hand on Weiss' thigh. Weiss could've scooted it around the hem of her dress, between her legs, but she didn't. She let herself feel the feeling of a hand on her. She let Ruby leave it there until it returned to the steering wheel. All things would come in due time.

Ruby's house. Ruby's driveway.

(Home.)

(Never go back to the apartment. Please.)

(Fuck stereotypes. U-Haul into this bitch ASAP.)

"Ruby."

Ruby turned. They were in the kitchen. Ruby was putting the leftovers in the fridge, bending over to do it. She had an ass that was made for hands.

"'S it okay if I finish the wine?"

Ruby arched her back, probably hearing how close Weiss was and wanting to tease her, the slut. Which was hilarious, considering Ruby thought she could be the lead here. "Sure thing," she said, head still in the fridge. "Mind getting me a glass?"

"Where?"

"Cabinet at the end."

Weiss got two glasses from the cabinet on the end. "I thought you didn' like it."

"It's not my favorite," Ruby said, pulling herself out of the fridge to stand. "But blood makes it okay."

Weiss nodded in understanding. She reached over and took a knife out of the knife block, placing her wrist over Ruby's glass.

Ruby grabbed her arm and yanked it away, displaying Vampiric strength. Her eyes were hard steel. "Please don't do that."

Internally, a tiny piece of her really wanted Ruby to pick her up and break her over her knee. A second part, slightly larger, shattered at the Vampire's affection. But another tiny piece, just a nugget, felt guilt. It was probably very wrong to use her self-harm tendencies to reinforce a protectiveness in Ruby.

But for the face Ruby would make… the largest part was starving.

"I can jus' prick my finger," she offered, genuine. Better blood would probably get her to drink more.

Ruby's lips twisted up as she visibly weighed the options, and she eventually let Weiss' hand go with a sigh. "You probably shouldn't. If I saw your blood right now… I wouldn't be able to control myself."

Ha. Hahaha. Ha ha ha ha. "Oh, yeah?"

Ruby grunted, taking the glass herself. "Seriously, Weiss, don't. I'll get some."

Weiss deflated a little, but she supposed it couldn't be helped. Weiss poured a large drink while Ruby went to the pantry, taking her glass to the couch where the TV tray still stood. It felt good to see there. For some reason. It felt even better to move it somewhere else, making her mark on Ruby's living space. If they fucked on the floor, and Weiss let that messy eater bite her, she'd get to leave marks all over the carpet. Tempting.

Weiss sat on the couch and mulled that over while sipping her wine, alternately swirling it in a way that made her feel like an evil villain. Which she probably was, considering the thoughts in her head.

The couch depressed. Ruby sat down two cushions over. Weiss pouted, which made the girl close that distance with utmost haste and a too-innocent smile she couldn't hide. Weiss would honestly die before she let something with a face that cute fuck her.

Ruby sat up a little awkwardly, sipped her wine a little awkwardly, extended her arm over the back of the couch a little awkwardly. Weiss wanted to see her arms, the beads, the little nerdy limbs with basically no definition— no wonder she bullied this loser— but there were sleeves in the way, and ripping them off would give her intentions away too soon.

"'Re you still glamoured?"

Ruby nodded, her cheeks reddening. "Yeah."

Weiss could feel how much the Vampire's arm wanted to fall around her shoulders. She should probably be nervous, too, but the wine… God bless wine. If only alchemy didn't have such strict regulation, she'd be Jesusing that shit out like nobody's business.

Weiss let her head fall back, resting it on Ruby's arm. The limb jolted, but didn't retreat, and when she moved her head forward after a few moments, it followed to rest over her shoulders. Ruby's silver eyes twinkled. Precious little idiot. How could she not see what Weiss wanted to make of her?

They drank in amicable silence, Weiss keeping her pace slow until Ruby's words were slurred as well. Ruby 'subtly' shuffled closer every minute or so until their thighs were sinfully pressed against each other, and she daringly curled her arm over Weiss' side to stroke checkerboard-tipped fingers up and down the Huntress' forearm.

"Ruby," Weiss said after a long while, whispering so Ruby could pretend she didn't hear. The girl pressed closer, ear perked towards Weiss, which made the Huntress feel like Aphrodite herself. "When'id'ja real-lize you liked me?"

Ruby gulped. Weiss wanted to feel the bob of her throat against her palm. "I-I think I always did," she said, her voice slow and thick. "Imean, Icoulda moved earlier. Or jus' avoided you."

Weiss leaned her body into Ruby's, eliciting a squeeze of that nerdy arm around her shoulders. She must think she's so strong. "But you jus' kept crawling back…"

"Hm?"

Whoops. Hadn't meant to let that out. Thank God for Ruby being a certified Dumb Bitch. "'M glad'ya didn't."

Ruby giggled with delight. Weiss wanted to eat her alive.

They sat for a few more minutes. When Ruby moved her ministrations to Weiss' upper arm, she let out a long sigh with a little hint of moan, leaning over to press her face in Ruby's neck. "Ruby…"

Ruby returned the gesture. Weiss felt her jaw move as she breathed, "Weiss?"

She could probably be subtle about it and ask to see Ruby's room or something, but Weiss instead asked, "Can we have sex now?"

Ruby went rigid. "You still want to?"

Weiss nodded, and the world suddenly became a blur as she was hoisted up in Ruby's arms.