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rwbyremnants · 2 years ago

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WARNING: Weiss/Nebula moment, and some Monochrome.

Man, I had a vacation and some more health stuff, and a few weeks flew by. Back to regular posting again now - I hope. Thanks for hanging in there!

=Chapter 53

The night wore on and only seemed to become more magical. Of course, Weiss reserved her second dance for Blake, but she had to tear her away from Ilia first. She could recognize the beginnings of the awkward circling of dating when she approached them; how Blake was smiling in vague interest, and Ilia was flushed and falling all over herself to impress the girl of her dreams now that she had a true second chance. Perhaps she would feel a little sad for herself if it came true, but maybe Ilia's patience and continual yearning would pay off, and Blake could have someone wholly devoted to her - which was no less than she deserved. That trumped Weiss having to go back to “only” having one girlfriend again.

Yang took Emerald for a spin while Cinder was dancing with Pyrrha, and they looked like they were having a great time, laughing and joking and carrying on. Weiss also noticed that Cinder’s flirtations toward Pyrrha seemed more and more like sport and less and less like they were in earnest. The same held true for her friend's rebuttals, her blushing and giggling. Not that it didn't still confuse poor Jaune regardless; he was highly discombobulated when Weiss approached him.

“I, uh, thought you said she wanted to come with me.”

“She did,” she reassured him with a pat on the shoulder. “But she promised Cinder a dance. They, um, kind of bonded when she went to visit her in the hospital.”

He shook his blonde head, sipping at the punch - at least he wasn’t wearing this cupful. “Chee… you girls have really been through a lot this year. I heard from my sisters that you were in the hospital, too, and Emerald… and now what happened to your dad. What’s going on with this crazy town lately?”

“Believe me, you’re better off not knowing.”

“What?”

“N-nothing.” She took a hasty drink of her punch. “Would you care to dance? Everyone else is busy now at the moment.”

He brightened, and she was satisfied to see that he didn’t look as if he was hopeful for more from her. That was a relief. “Sure, why not? My dance card’s wide open right now!”

“Isn’t it just the girls who are supposed to have dance cards?”

“…Forget I said that part, okay?”

So she danced with Jaune. He was a surprisingly graceful dancer, and she found herself enjoying herself. Not that she had even the slightest sliver of interest in boys again, but dancing with one for a few minutes wasn’t so bad - and it might help throw off the teachers from overreacting to all the lesbian couplings.

In fact, by the end of the night, most of the girls had danced with each other. It was nice to get the chance to interact with them one-on-one, since she hadn’t done much of that with Ilia or Emerald - especially the latter, when it didn’t involve being shanked. With most of them, they just chatted about how much they liked their current significant others, recent events. The more she talked about her father and all that nastiness, the easier it started to feel; it dragged down the overall experience of the homecoming dance a little, but in the long run, she was grateful to have so many supportive friends.

However, Ilia did have a question of another nature for her.

“So, Blake told me that you two have been… sort of intimate?”

Weiss felt her eyes fly open and stopped dancing - causing the smaller girl to trod on her foot. “OW!”

“Sorry! I’m sorry, I wasn’t expecting you to-”

“No, no, it’s my fault,” she sighed as they started moving again. It was a more upbeat number, so the girls had left their shoes by the wall, opting to save themselves from the dangers of turned ankles. Lucky thing, or she might not have been able to survive Ilia stepping on her. “But I just really wasn’t expecting her to have told you about our… arrangement.”

The girl’s eyes blinked up at her as their legs flapped out to either side, arms bent at the elbows. “Arrangement?”

“Yeah. That’s… what you were talking about, right?”

“Well, I don’t really know what you mean. She basically just hinted that you’d, y’know… done things? But she didn’t go into any detail.” She sighed as Weiss picked her up and spun her around. “I’m asking too much.”

“No, it’s-” She broke off before flinging Ilia under her legs, making sure to keep a tight hold on her wrists, then yanking her back up to her feet again. The princess wasn’t used to having to perform the “boy” half of the steps but was trying to adapt. “It’s okay.”

They danced in silence for a minute or two until the song ended, and they stopped to clap for the band. Then Ilia said, “Sorry if I made you uncomfortable. Maybe I shouldn’t have opened my mouth about it if it’s a sensitive topic. I just wanted…”

She waited a few seconds as the band began a slower crooner. “Just wanted what?”

“Well, I’m still really smitten with her. But if you two were together… I know you’re with Yang now, I do understand that. But I don’t want to flirt with her too much too soon if it would make you feel strange.”

As Weiss took one of Ilia’s hands and slid the other into the small of her back, attempting to lead, she smiled ruefully. “Oh… there’s a lot to explain about that. But the short version is that I don’t mind if you and Blake get a little closer. In fact, it might be better that way.”

“Really?” Ilia’s pleading eyes made her heart squeeze in sympathy for this poor, lovesick girl. “You mean it?”

They danced closer and closer, Weiss angling to be able to whisper to her. She was surprised to suddenly feel soft little toes on the tops of her feet, Ilia’s hands on her shoulders bracing upward - as if she were her own father, and Ilia was her when she was a little girl.

“What is it?” Ilia whispered now that they were closer.

“I’m… still with Yang,” she began, dreading how this would sound. “But Blake and I are also close. I didn’t want you to keep operating under the misconception that she and I ‘used to date’ when in fact, we’ve never really dated. Just made out a few times. And we still do.”

That seemed to silence her for a while as they spun on the spot. Weiss was still surprised to have her dancing on her feet like this, despite the fact that they were the same age… though it was somehow endearing.

“Should I… leave her alone again? If she’s with you…”

“But she isn’t. Or she is, but not in the way you’re thinking; we’re not beaus. That’s how I feel about Yang and how Yang feels about me. Blake and I are just… friends who… kiss?” She frowned. “I’m sorry that I’m explaining this so badly, I just don’t have the words to describe such a crazy, mixed-up situation.”

Ilia’s brow creased as they twirled. “Alright. I’m not angry, but I am frustrated with trying to understand this. Can I try?” Weiss nodded, so she took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “You and Yang are going together. Officially. But you and Blake are also… kissing now and then. And Yang doesn’t mind?”

“She really doesn’t. I mean, I didn’t fully believe her at first, because if it were Yang kissing Blake I would be so jealous I could spit, but now I really do think she means it. She just wants us all to be happy. Isn’t that wild?”

“A-and you’re telling me… that if I wanted to date Blake, you would be alright with it? Because you’re just kissing and not going steady.”

“Basically, yes.” She decided to leave out the part where they had dry-humped; it would only further complicate an already-complicated narrative.

“Oh.” Ilia swallowed hard, thinking that over. “Golly… I’ve never heard of anything like this. But I saw you and Blake and Yang arm-in-arm earlier, so… maybe I should have understood then.”

Shrugging, Weiss looked over at where Yang was dancing with Blake. Even from several feet away, she could see that Yang was all smiles, having a great time with her best friend… but Blake was still looking at her with eyes full of a deeper affection. Poor thing. “Yeah, maybe. But it’s alright.”

“What if… I wanted to kiss you?”

“Yeah, it would b- HUH?!”

Ilia smiled very softly, laying her head on Weiss’s shoulder. “Just kidding. But I can see why Blake would want to. You might shout a lot and bluster, but you’re really nice. I mean, you’re letting me dance on your feet and we’ve barely had three conversations with each other before - and one of them was a fight.”

“Well…” She shrugged helplessly. “I don’t mind. You can dance on my feet anytime. It’s kind of cute.”

Smiling a little more, she pulled back to ask, “Really? Because if you’re sure… I think this is kind of nice. It makes me feel like a kid again.”

“Of course. But you’d probably rather do it with Blake. Go on; I think she and Yang are about done.”

“We’ll trade,” she laughed, and Weiss laughed with her. “But… don’t think this means I don’t want another dance with you, Weiss. You fixed my mistake and got Blake talking to me again; I owe you one. But even without that, I think you're probably one of the best people I know. Really kind, and considerate, and sweet.”

“I bet you say that to all the girls you inspect vaginas with.”

“Nope,” she giggled even louder. “Just you!”

Thanks to sentiment like that, when Ilia broke off to cut in between Blake and Yang, Weiss found she had zero qualms with her sliding in to take the Italian Dragon’s hand. They were both such sweethearts that they did deserve each other in the best of ways.

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An hour or so later came the crowning of the homecoming queen. The king was the star quarterback, Sun; that amused all of the Dragons to no end, since he had no need of any ladies to grace his arm. But as Weiss should have expected, the queen was…

“Pyrrha Nikos!” announced Principal Ozpin, and the crowd burst into applause. Of course; who else could it have been from the beginning? She walked up to stand beside Sun, accepting the crown that the principal was lowering onto her head with grace. Goodwitch handed her a bouquet, and she laughed and blushed, and everyone applauded again.

“Thank you so much!” she told them in a genuinely affected voice. “This is so sweet… I don’t know what to say!”

“Say you deserve this!” Sun laughed easily, slapping her on the back - she started but didn’t stumble. Only Pyrrha could be that poised. “And let’s you and me go cut a rug, huh?”

They did. The band struck up “Love Is A Many Splendored Thing”, and Pyrrha and Sun slowdanced, looking for all the world like the perfect couple. Of course, she had her eye on another blonde, and he had his eye on a boy with blue hair, but they still fit the supposedly-wholesome picture the school was encouraging. Nobody regretted their vote.

Soon after that, Weiss was able to corner Blake in the locker rooms while she was putting on a fresh coating of makeup. She leaned against the wall next to the mirror. “So…”

“So?”

“Ilia.”

Her hand came up as she finished her lipstick, then smacked her lips once to get it coated evenly. “Save it. She’s just a friend, and I’m just trying to start fresh. Not jump right into anything.”

“I didn’t say anything,” she laughed. “Just her name.”

“But you were implying.”

Playing with her corsage idly, she admitted, “Perhaps. But she does really like you. I think… she would be happy as friends now, but she would also be interested in more if you were…”

“You’re probably right,” she sighed, nipping a few more strands of hair into place to finish her look. Then she turned to Weiss and cupped her cheek. “But I’m already interested in someone else.”

“O-oh…” Her stomach fluttered, and it took her a moment to wrest that reaction into a gentle smile. “But… wouldn’t it be better if you had someone all to yourself? And Ilia’s sweet, and earnest.” Then she laughed and said, “Did she tell you about dancing on my feet?”

They both laughed for a moment. “She did. And you’re right, she really is… I mean, I’ve been missing out on a wonderful friendship with the little germ. I’d like to get to know her better. But for now, I’m still your ‘sister-girlfriend’ and I’ll keep being that until you tell me to sit on it.”

“Oh, you,” Weiss whispered, privately pleased even if she really did believe it was wiser to pair off the way she had outlined. “Well… alright, but don’t forget what I said.”

“I won’t. Don’t worry, I’m not blind; I know our situation is strange, but… nobody gets to tell us how to feel about each other except ourselves. Right?”

Instead of answering, she leaned in to kiss Blake. And the kiss kept going until tongues met briefly, sliding over each other as the passion suddenly flared into life between them. It was so strange; most of the time, she and Blake could hang out and act like there were no sparks. With Yang, the sparks were always there. But when she got a little closer to Blake like this… it was like being lit on fire without any warning. Intense and beautiful.

They heard a sound from around the corner and broke apart. Blake turned back to reapply her lipstick, and Weiss took a few steps away to put a bit of distance between them. Seconds later, Nebula Violette came into view, still laughing about something someone else had said.

“Oh,” she cut off with a little snicker, hand running through her dark indigo hair. “Hey, girls.”

“Hi,” Weiss said, clearing her throat. Blake just kept concentrating on her makeup. “Having fun?”

Nebula shrugged. She was one of the newer members of the cheer squad, and got along quite well with Gwen and Octavia and some of the others; a little catty sometimes, like they were, but mostly a decent sort. “It’s a dance. That boy Nolan brought me, but all he wants to do is bash ears with his friends. Snoresville. Still, the music is nice, and the gym looks neat.”

“Ah. Well… I mean, what can you do?”

“Not much.” Her teammate checked her own makeup in the mirror, then glanced over at Blake… and paused. “Ooh, looks like somebody got to have a good time, at least.”

Blake started, glancing over at her. “What? I mean, what do you mean?”

“Well, your cheeks are all flushed, and your neck, and you’re breathing really hard. Plus your lipstick’s a little smeared. I mean, the only person back here is Schnee, so you must have hid him somewhere. Is he in one of the lockers?”

“There’s… nobody back here but us. Stop imagining things.”

“I’m not, you goof. C’mon, who is it? Where is he?”

Weiss smirked at Blake in the mirror, who mostly only looked annoyed that they had to put up with this. So she decided to put a stop to it herself, for her other-girlfriend’s sake. “We’re the only ones.”

“Huh?”

“It’s just Blake and I. Everyone else is out there at the dance.”

Poor Nebula looked as if she had been asked to do a complex algebra problem in her head. “Then… why is she all aflutter like that? C’mon, don’t kid a kidder; I know what I s-”

“We kissed,” Blake said, more out of sheer impatience than because she wanted to out either of them. Privately, Weiss thought that was unwise, but she couldn’t deny it was exciting.

“Who?”

“Weiss and I. Just now.”

“You what?!” Once the pure shock wore off, she seemed to freeze in place. Taking in the expressions of the other two women. How intense their gazes were, the identical flushes in their cheeks. “Oh. You’re serious… aren’t you? I thought you were trying to pull my leg, I- you’re really not? Weiss…” Another look between the two of them. “I thought she must have borrowed your lipstick, but…”

And when Nebula gulped, started backing away, Weiss somehow knew that they couldn’t let her go. Being as close as she was with the other girls on the squad - before she became a Dragon, anyway - she could predict exactly what was about to happen. She would go back to the dance floor, pull Octavia and Gwen aside and start talking their ear off about “the two weirdos”. Worse: “Schnee and the weirdo”. She couldn’t fully anticipate their responses, but they wouldn’t be favourable.

“Have you ever been kissed, Nebbie?”

Both Nebula and Blake responded instantly with, “What?!”

“Have you?” she asked, trying to sound casual even while her heart was racing with fear. “It’s so boss. Nothing quite like it.”

“I…” She glanced at Blake, who only shrugged as if unconcerned. “Well, no… I haven’t. I’m no tramp.”

She had a point. Weiss had been doing a lot of these things lately; even with close relatives, fleetingly. But she bottled up that fear of her own shortcomings and gestured for Blake to stand up. If she did it right now…

Blake obeyed. As Weiss had been hoping, she fell into the game as easily as she had all those months ago when Cinder did this to her - and now Nebula stood trapped between them. The aisle between the nearest row of lockers and the sinks wasn’t wide enough for her to slip around anyone without them standing a decent chance of catching her. She knew it, too; it showed in her face, which slowly bled of all colouring.

“Wait, what is this? Are… you trying to prank me or something?”

“What? Of course not,” Weiss sighed in annoyance.

Fear spiked in her tone. “Are you going to hurt me?”

“That isn’t what we do,” Blake improvised, moving in a little closer. A step at a time. “You’ve got us all wrong, Violette.”

Swallowing hard, she glanced over her shoulder at Blake, then back at Weiss - her friend, her fellow paper-shaker. Even if they weren’t close, they weren’t strangers. And she could see that beneath the fear, the mistrust, the uncertainty, there lay the tiniest spark of curiosity. One she had felt within herself a long time ago.

“Then… what do you do?”

That was the instant Weiss felt like she fully became a Dragon. Even with a tattoo on her rear end, the leather jacket, holding her own against her father and his hired goons… it was helping Blake do this strange mating dance, the same one she and the others had done once upon a time to force Weiss’s own feelings to the surface, which finally cemented that she was one of them. Her old life was gone and she was part of them forevermore.

“Nothing much,” Weiss whispered as she came to stand an inch in front of Nebula, seeing her eyes widen, pupils dilate. “We just like to have fun.”

“Fun,” Blake echoed, voice the perfect register of throaty. Over Nebula’s shoulder, she grinned wolfishly - showing she clearly enjoyed the game and they were on the same page.

“Wait… girls, what are you doing?” Nebula finally whispered - a little late, since she was already boxed in by two bodies inches from her own. One inch now. “Weiss…?”

Her hands raised up, resting on her trim waist through layers of taffeta. The muscles jumped, lungs sucking in a breath. She could see Blake’s fingers closing over Nebula’s shoulders - the touch was light, but trapped her there as if it were a vice grip. Because Nebula couldn’t reason out that she actually could try to get away. Her brain was probably full of bees the same way Weiss’s had been in that parking lot.

“Weiss?”

“All you have to do…” She leaned in, breath heavy on Nebula’s trembling chin. “...is say ‘no’, Nebbie. One… little… word, and we’re gone.”

But Nebula was silent. Weiss saw Blake sniffing her hair - another tactic she had used with her once upon a time. A good one. The hapless straightie licked her lips, gaze flicking back and forth everywhere as if trying to figure out what to do next. Hoping for someone to save her from having to make her own decision.

Lips met, but didn’t close. Top lip touching top, bottom touching bottom. Noses aside each other.

“You’re not weak, Nebula,” Weiss whispered against her teeth. “You could stop me. Or you can embrace this… and find out what happens next. But it’s going to be you.”

The weakest voice in the history of the world asked, “Me?”

“You. And maybe me, and maybe…”

“Blake,” she provided on her own, massaging her shoulders. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

After a second or two, she whispered, “But you and those other girls, you’re all so… rough, and mean, and…” She shivered, a tear rolling down her cheek. “What are you going to do to me?”

“Nothing you don’t want,” Weiss guaranteed her - and couldn’t help feeling like she was channeling Cinder’s spirit in that moment as she added, “But you do.”

“Want,” Blake clarified. “Everyone has desires. Even ones they hide from themselves.”

Nothing happened for a few seconds. Shoulders were massaged and sides pet up and down, and Nebula trembled. Then she suddenly breathed, “Octavia.”

“What?” Weiss asked.

“Octavia… she said something…” Her eyes fixed on Weiss’s again, sharper, more clear. “That you and the Chinese girl are… that you said you kissed. But you’re both girls, so we figured you were pulling her leg. Is… it true?” Her head started to turn in Blake’s direction but she thought better of it. “Is th-that what those Dragons do? Kiss each other?”

“When they’re lucky,” Blake told her easily, still in the same gentle, sultry tone that was turning Weiss on, even if she wasn’t the target. “Here… let’s play a little game.”

“What kind of game?”

Those hypnotic yellow eyes shot through to Weiss’s soul over the other girl’s shoulder. “We do tiny little things. Nothing’s gonna hurt. And if you like it, you say ‘apple’. If you don’t, you say ‘banana’.”

Nebula was definitely surprised. “Apples and bananas? But I d-don’t understand, what’s-”

“Ohhhhh.” Weiss caught on, and smiled as she reached up to graze a thumb over the poor girl’s bottom lip. “So you don’t have to say ‘yes’ and ‘no’ if that’s too uncomfortable for you.” Blake nodded and Nebula must have felt it, because she glanced in that direction. “How about this?”

The thumb didn’t stop, but kept grazing back and forth. After a few more seconds, the head it was attached to began to weave in those directions, dark green irises getting even smaller, pupils larger. “A-ahh…”

“What’s that? You have to name a fruit, Nebula.”

“A… apple?”

Blake grinned and massaged a little harder. “Good girl. Just be honest. How do you feel about what I’m doing?”

“Apple,” she said a lot more firmly. “It’s nice… but I still don’t know why-”

“Shhhhh. Relax. I’m trying to help you relax.”

“Nhhh,” she sighed when she felt the thumb dig in just a little more as it pushed her lip from side to side. Weiss was out of her depth; she wasn’t used to taking control in this fashion. But Blake seemed content to let her “drive”, so to speak.

And it was time she shifted into a higher gear. The way to Nebula’s heart seemed to be through her mouth; the shoulder massage and stomach-petting was working, but only to relax her a tiny bit. Some Freudian quack would probably say she had never gotten past the ‘oral stage’ of development… but then again, they would say the same thing about her and her recent interest in breasts.

“And this?” Her thumb slid up to tease over the inside of her lip. No resistance. Further up. “Nebbie?”

When Weiss suddenly held still, her eyes fluttered and she finally breathed, “Athul.” Close enough. When it pushed between her teeth and began to slide over her tongue, she moaned.

“Bingo,” Blake breathed, nuzzling the side of Nebula’s head, adding to the mood. “Schnee, I’m impressed; you’re so new I didn’t think you would have the instinct yet. But I should stop being surprised by you at some point.”

“You really should, Belladonna,” she emphasised, teasing her about always using her last name.

But Nebula’s little whimper brought them back to the present - and Weiss noticed she was fully sucking on her thumb by now, eyes closed, tongue swirling around the digit. That had been so easy. She was almost disappointed that the girl didn’t put up any more of a fight, but not terribly; this was what they had been trying to see if they could accomplish, after all.

“Aww, you’re a sweet girl, aren’t you?” Blake teased while Weiss leaned closer, nuzzling the side of their project’s neck. “Very sweet. I could eat you up.”

“Hmnah?” she asked around the thumb. Weiss withdrew it, and her lips actually chased it as it left. “O-oh… what did you… why was I…?”

Nebula was definitely confused. So Weiss drew back to look her in the eyes again. “It’s alright. Do you want a little kiss?”

“What?”

“One little kiss. Which fruit is that for you?”

For a moment, she looked even more discombobulated. Then her eyes clarified once she remembered. “Oh! Um… apple?”

Wasting no time, Weiss seized her lips, tasting of them deeply as her hand gripped the base of Nebula’s hair, helping to angle her up, open her to this moment. And Nebula was completely stoic… at first. Then she began to respond, a tiny, tiny bit, lips parting and kneading back against other lips, tongue poking up to meet Weiss’s tongue. Blake was egging her on, petting up and down her stomach, biting the shell of her ear-

“BANANA!” she gasped out, pushing Weiss away. And she let it happen, noticing Blake’s hands had come to a stop, as well - but remained on her waist, holding her steady. At least that answered whether or not Nebula could only remember one of the fruits. “Or… maybe not banana, but I don’t… I c-can’t… you’re making me feel funny!”

“Breathe,” Blake recommended, and she started breathing again, nodding as she focused on the mundane activity. “Just relax. Nobody hurt you, and nothing bad happened. You’re completely fine.”

“B-but I feel…” Now she really was crying. Weiss reached over and got a paper towel, folding it up and handing it to Nebula. “Th-thank you. Golly, I can’t- wait…”

“What?” Weiss prompted after a minute of silence.

“You stole my kiss. My f-first kiss, you… and I never… I didn’t ask you to.”

A guilty thrill shot through Weiss’s stomach - but she forced that down and away. She would feel worse if it were true. “Sorry, but actually… you did. When you said ‘apple’.”

“I did? Oh.” The tears flowed more freely. “Ohhh, something’s wrong with me, isn’t it?”

Both of them led her over to a bench to sit her down, holding onto her hands. Little by little, she seemed to calm down as Weiss and Blake took turns drying her eyes, and they both sat with her. Once she had all but completely stemmed the flow of tears, she looked up at Weiss, her expression fearful.

“What… happens now? Am I your, um… your g-girlfriend?” When both Dragons burst out laughing, she ducked her head in shame. “Why are you b-being so mean?!”

“No, no, it’s…” Blake sighed, putting a hand on her back. “It’s okay. We can be your friends. Or just people you know, or… go back to being strangers. Whatever you want.”

For a minute, it looked like they were getting through to her. Then she shot to her feet with a snap of, “No! You’re tricking me, you’re… I don’t- what did you do?! I’ve never even kissed boys and you got me to kiss you, like it’s no big- UGH!”

Now it was Weiss’s turn to sigh. “Nebula-”

“No, leave me alone! You really…” Her hand pushed to her mouth, and she wobbled for a moment before sprinting to the toilets.

Once they were alone again, Blake shrugged and said, “Oh well.”

“Yeah.” But Weiss had felt her heart sinking. Blake noticed and reached up to cup her cheek. “What?”

“You aren’t a monster. I’ve seen that look before, and that’s exactly what that one is: that you think you’re a monster for pushing a girl who wasn’t one of us. But we both know… she is. She’s just not ready to admit it to herself.”

The knot forming in her stomach loosened very slightly. But what she said was, “Aren’t I, though? A couple days ago, I mutilated a corpse with a pistol. That… isn’t something normal people do.”

“He earned that,” she growled, surprising Weiss with the venom in her voice. “No man ever gets to touch my girl the way he did. If you didn’t do it, I would have.” Her tone turned more reasonable as she slid her arms around Weiss’s body. “And you know Yang feels exactly the same. Nobody’s calling you a monster, and you shouldn’t, either.”

Weiss took that in and digested it as best she could. It was true; Yang and her cadre might have come on quite strong, but anytime she got overwhelmed, asked them to stop, or even hinted that she wanted them to, they backed off as if burned. Yet again the memory of Yang nearly crying when she accused her of attempting to force her into anything came to mind; that soft, gentle heart beat underneath her brutish exterior.

And all in all, it was quite similar for all of the Dragons. Herself included.

“Thank you,” she breathed, leaving a little kiss on Blake’s lips. Showing her deep gratitude. “Ilia is going to have to pry you away from me with a crowbar.”

The Italian Dragon let out a bashful giggle, not expecting the fierce possessiveness - which was fair, since Weiss hadn’t expected it, either. “Y-yeah. Wow, I… wow. Okay, I’ll never talk to her again.”

“Don’t you dare!”

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