#she also seems like she's easily flustered and would fold like a paper plate if you knew what she liked

[kuromi-hoemie]

anyways (still thinking about her), Pearl as a personality rly activates the everything in my brain like... if i knew someone like Pearl i would move mountains for them i would do anything for them. she deserves fun and a good time and for the attention to be on her, no responsibilities no having to look after anything. if anyone deserves a chaotic date night to remember it's her

thinking about Do It For Her. Pearl u pathetic lesbian, i understand you

[unapologeticallyaisha-archive]

Lost and Found - part 2/6

Through the window, Harrison saw Nerris coming towards the mess hall. He was torn between going up to her and running away, so he just stayed where he was.

Nerris got a glass of milk from the kitchen and sat down at another table, near Harrison. Harrison didn’t meet her eyes.

“You don’t have to apologize, Harrison,” she said immediately.

“I sent you to another dimension!” he cried.

“And you brought me back,” she said. “I forgive you. And I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have tricked you like that. I didn’t know about your brother. I’m sorry.”

Harrison shifted to the same table as her. “I feel silly that we got into an argument about board games.”  

“It wasn’t about board games,” said Nerris. “It was about Edgar.”

Harrison got a very bad feeling. “Nerris, are you afraid of me?”

“What? No!” said Nerris. “You wouldn’t hurt people on purpose. Everybody should know that.”

“I’m also sorry about insulting your roleplaying,” said Harrison.

“No, I get it,” said Nerris. “You missed your brother. We could all play together sometime.”

“That … that would be nice,” said Harrison. “Do you want breakfast?”

“Kids, if you have any masterpieces you want to show to everyone, you can put it on the kitchen windowsill!” David called.

Nikki rushed to put an origami fish on the windowsill.

As Nerris went to the kitchen to get food, Harrison slowly opened one of the origami books and began folding a piece of red paper into a hat, feeling melancholy.

Edgar’s answers weren’t calming his parents down, and Edgar was dismayed by what his family had become. He remembered his parents as being easily flustered, but no matter how upset or stressed they became, they pulled through and held their family together.

Now, however, it seemed they had been shaken beyond repair, and Edgar couldn’t help feeling pangs of guilt. Whenever something went wrong, his constant instinct was to feel like it was his fault and he shouldn’t do anything to make it worse.

To make it worse, there was how they had reacted to Harrison. Their worst fears always came from their anxieties about Edgar getting hurt. The fact that they were now scared of Harrison horrified and disgusted him.

“Harrison is really sorry for what he did,” he said during a lull in conversation.

“We know, dear,” said his mother, a slight tremor in her voice. “We don’t blame him. We just … we were so worried. We didn’t know how to react.”

Edgar realized that his parents were averting their gaze from Harrison entirely. Harrison didn’t react to them, just concentrated on his origami.

“Harrison brought me back!” said Edgar, annoyed. “Isn’t that worth celebrating?”

“Of – of course it is,” his father stammered.

“This camp has been good for Harrison, and we’re glad,” Mrs. Copperfield added.

They weren’t even lying well. Edgar looked toward his brother’s mournful expression.

This wasn’t enough. Edgar didn’t want to go home, leaving Harrison knowing that his parents were still afraid of him. And he didn’t want his parents to burn themselves out looking after him.

Luckily, David interrupted the conversation. “Have you had breakfast?” he asked Edgar’s parents. “We have some leftover sausages!”

Edgar slipped off to the next table to talk to Harrison. “What’s the matter?” he said in a low voice.

“I was hoping bringing you back would fix things,” said Harrison mournfully.

“It can’t be fixed that quickly,” said Edgar. “Maybe things won’t be the same as they were before, but we can work through this. Just like we’ve always worked through everything else.”

“Will Mom and Dad be okay?” said Harrison.

“It’ll just take some time for them to recover,” Edgar said, but he only half-believed it.

Edgar had known events to change his parents. His early childhood memories were dim, but he didn’t think his parents had ever been the same people they were before his disability had become apparent and he’d received his diagnosis. He now feared that his disappearance had also changed them forever.

“Harrison,” said Edgar, “would you be okay if I stayed at camp?”

Harrison’s eyes widened with hopefulness. “You’re not leaving?”

“If you don’t mind me staying,” said Edgar.

“Why would I mind?” said Harrison, his eyes sparkling. “I’d love that!”

“Great!” said Edgar.

Nerris had returned from the kitchen with a plate of cold pancakes. It seemed she had heard them, because she was looking directly at them with wide eyes. Then she looked away.

Edgar returned to his parents, who were sharing a sausage, probably out of politeness. Harrison watched from the next table.

“You can have a look around before we take you home,” Mr. Copperfield told Edgar.

“Actually, Mom and Dad,” said Edgar. “I was wondering if I could come to this camp, too.”

His parents stopped eating. “What?” said his mother.

“I know it costs money, but I really like it here,” said Edgar. “Plus, I’ll get to hang out with Harrison.”

“We want to hang out with you, too,” said Mrs. Copperfield.

“What about Mrs. Theleman?” said Mrs. Copperfield. “She’ll want to talk to you. Everyone back home’s worried about you.”

“I know,” said Edgar, scrambling for justifications, “that’s why it’ll be stressful. Here I can just have fun.”

“But therapy is good for you.”

“It is.” Edgar almost dreaded the words he was saying. “I need time to think about what I went through before I talk to her. I’m sure Mrs. Theleman will understand. I’ll see you when summer’s over.”

“Actually, we’ve been invited back a month from now, on Parents’ Day,” said his father.

“That’s great!” said Edgar.

[rwbyremnants]

WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER: grinding, first time, condom sex, anal discussion

=Chapter 14

When the door to the quaint little home in the semi-upscale region of Queens opened, a man with gently-greyed hair smiled at the two young ladies from behind his round-framed glasses. Glancing down at the bags of luggage arranged by their ankles was enough to make him skip the initial questions.

"Miss Xiao Long, Miss Schnee! Welcome, welcome! Do come in – Penny and her friend are waiting in the living room."

"Thank you again for this, Mr Ozpin. You're really helping us out." It was all she could think to say. Many would have turned them down just due to how short notice they had been given, but here they were, allowed to have a room of their own thanks to Penny's kind parents. Even though Yang suspected the arrangement made things better for the young couple that were also staying.

Picking up both suitcases, Yang followed Weiss inside rather quickly, looking back toward their host. "Oh, and thanks for letting my sister stay here, too. I hope she's not getting into too much trouble!"

"Not at all," the man chuckled easily as he hefted one of the bags – which was oddly shaped, and covered in brown paper. He did raise an eyebrow but made no comment. "She's been a perfect angel. If you don't mind me asking… what on earth might this be?"

"Something for later!" Weiss hastily told him. "I'll, um, show you when the time is right!" That didn't really help her sound any less silly, but it was the best she could do without spoiling the surprise for her girlfriend.

"Probably her outfit for tomorrow's show or something. She likes to show them off if they're really nice." Yang laughed, resting the cases to one side for a moment as they entered the living room.

And straight away they were greeted by both girls on the sofa, the ginger one getting up and pacing toward them both. "Salutations! Again!"

"Yes, hello!" Weiss said with a bemused smile at the girl's odd mannerisms. They were endearing rather than off-putting, and she found herself wanting to coddle her. "You have a really nice house here; I didn't even know they had places like this in the Big Apple."

"They do out this way," her "Dad" replied as he finished arranging the bags by the staircase, to be taken up at their leisure. "On Manhattan itself… not so much. At any rate, our home is open to you so long as you don't throw any wild parties; I know how you celebrity types get!"

"Weiss isn't like that!" Ruby blurted out immediately. "She's so nice, you don't even KNOW – and I promise, personally promise there will be no parties!"

The man's mouth twitched slightly in amusement. "Well. I was only kidding, but it's good to know she has such strong supporters as you, Ruby Rose!"

"She has me to support her, as well! Although this is actually our first time meeting face to face. We spoke in a Skype conversation, but that was it," Penny confessed, but soon looked over to the pile by the stairs. "Do you need help with your bags?"

"Oh, no we'll be fine, Penny. We'll run them upstairs after dinner, I think." Yang smiled gratefully anyway, standing awkwardly as if she was waiting for any kind of command. Sure, the house was convenient, but it certainly made things feel awkward.

Ruby was standing near Weiss, still shifting a little awkwardly herself. Her hands were in the small of her back, and she was smiling, but it looked like she couldn't bring herself to do what she wanted. When Weiss noticed, she rolled her eyes.

"For heaven's sake." Reaching out, she pulled the nerdy girl into a crushing hug. "It's nice to see you again, Ruby."

The first word out of Ruby's mouth was "Nghyuuughhh," which isn't a word at all. But then she seemed to come back to her senses and embraced the diva back. "You too, Weiss! I mean, always!"

"Ruby has been very much looking forward to seeing you again, Weiss! She's practically never stopped talking about it!" Penny giggled as she watched the two hug, unable to help but poke at her rather flustered looking girlfriend in her moment of embarrassment.

But it was only going to get worse when Penny's second father began to make his way down the stairs. Even in their own home, he was dressed in a smart looking shirt and tie, a uniform for an authoritative figure. This must be the stricter one Penny spoke of; 'Father' rather than 'Dad'. Once downstairs, he looked straight over to the four girls, and then to the cases.

"Ah. I take it these ladies are Weiss Schnee and Yang Xiao Long? I'm sorry I couldn't greet you earlier, was on the phone with a client."

Weiss let the blushing Ruby go in order to curtsy, hands just touching the edges of her skirt; she could already sense that he was similar to her own father, in that he had an appreciation for politeness and decorum. And she decided to ignore the way Ruby shivered and sighed in distant satisfaction at having received a hug from her idol.

"A pleasure to meet you, Sir. And thank you for graciously inviting us into your lovely home."

"The pleasure's all mine. It's not very often we have a famous guest for the weekend. Nor this many guests at all, in fact." He lowered his head in respect right back to her, yet was already looking over to his daughter and Ruby again. Seemed he had time to enforce another rule before everything settled. "They will be getting the spare room, of course. However as soon as they're gone, Ruby is back to sleeping in there. Got it?"

"Y-yes, Sir," Ruby said sheepishly, her cheeks pinkening slightly more than they had already been from Weiss's hug. "Of course, I, um, I revere your… hospitality… wishes!"

Trying not to snort with laughter, Weiss turned back and said, "We will all be entirely comfortable with the arrangements, I'm sure."

"Of course. We do also have the sofa down here if one of you needs your own space. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll check on dinner." And finally, once lowering his head in respect of Ruby also, he ventured off to the kitchen.

Leaving a red faced Penny who was looking toward the floor, covering her own face as she groaned in secondhand embarrassment. "Sorry about that. I assure you he is genuine in wishing you welcome, though."

"Ahh, it's okay," Ruby sighed, snagging her arm around Penny's back in support. "Dads – I mean, what are ya gonna do? And you have two of them!"

"Right," Dad chuckled as he raised his coffee mug – startling most of them, for they had forgotten he was there in the presence of his intimidating husband. "And on that note, I think I should help my honey pie in the kitchen. Excuse me."

"Please do not call me that in presence of the children!" The voice could be heard even from the living room, but on the brighter side, it seemed far more light-hearted than it would have been before.

Even then, Penny was just continuing to blush more and more, at last uncovering her face once both fathers had vanished. "He's very strict, like I said. Honestly, I'm surprised he didn't make Ruby sleep on the sofa down here, but I think Dad probably talked him into not doing that."

"That would be atrocious!" Weiss scoffed, arms folded. "You're here to see Penny, aren't you? So what's the sense in her being on a completely different floor from you?! He's deranged!"

But Ruby was acting very shy, scuffing her sneaker against the floor. "Aww, it's fine; as long as we get to hang out together during the day, that's the important thing, right?"

"Yeah, exactly! I'm sure her father's got his reasons…" Yang pitched in, giving a small wink to the girls when she was sure Weiss wasn't looking. It wasn't her place to explain the exact reason as to why, that was for them to do when they wanted.

As if prompted by a conversation he couldn’t hear, Penny's father called out from the kitchen to them, "Dinner's nearly ready! Could you all gather at the table please?"

A slightly redder Ruby glared at Yang very briefly before calling out, "Okay! We're coming!" Then she turned to Weiss nervously. "Um… you don't have to eat with us if you'd rather… I dunno, go have sushi?"

"Sushi?" Weiss asked, genuinely caught off guard by the question. "Why would I do that when you're offering a home-cooked meal?"

"Well, you're a celebrity! I didn't know if you eat normal food like us!"

"Trust me, this is a step up. When you're stuck on fast food and microwave burritos for a few weeks, you really crave a good dinner," Yang pointed out, following Penny through to the dining room with Ruby and Weiss.

They were told Penny's home was strict and well kept, but neither Weiss nor Yang guessed it would be this lovely. The table was set with fine silver cutlery, cloth napkins with wooden rings, china plates and prefilled water glasses, all placed on a neat white table cloth. Perhaps it was just set for the evening or always kept tidy, but at least compared to what Yang was used to – a tray and sitting in front of the TV – it was a step up.

Taking a seat by Weiss's side, and Penny and Ruby sitting opposite, they left both heads of the table free for Penny's fathers, patiently waiting for…

"Hey, what did you say was on the menu tonight again?"

"Beef stroganoff," Ozpin said with a mildly serene expression. "With side salads. Hopefully that is to most of your liking?"

"Sounds delicious," Weiss said politely as she took her napkin and tucked it gently into her lap. "And I'm sure it will be."

"Oh heck yes." Yang had barely managed to stop herself swearing in that sentence. Somehow she knew that would go over like a lead balloon, considering the company. Right away she picked up her fork, rolling a helping of the pasta together and mixing it with the beef pieces.

Once everyone had begun to settle into their meals a little more, “Father” swallowed his helping, turning to the side with the newer guests. "So… is there any news of what will happen to that delinquent that invaded your van? Are you going to press charges?"

For a second, Weiss was choking on a few scraps of lettuce. After she managed to work them down, she replied, "Oh, I… I'm not sure. Maybe the trip to the police station and her photo being all over the news is punishment enough."

"No it isn't!" Ruby burst out, hand curling into a fist around her fork. "That, that… un-nice person thought it was totally cool to just break into your tour bus! Justice will be swift and painful!"

Penny nodded in agreement, swallowing what she had in her own mouth before joining in. "Exactly! She needs to learn that it's unacceptable to enter someone's home without their permission!"

Yang however was certainly noticing that the conversation was making Weiss increasingly uncomfortable, and quickly stopped eating herself to look to the two girls, and over at Ironwood. "If we press charges, it could turn into a huge PR nightmare. Plus it could gum up the works with the tour, which has to come first."

"Exactly," Weiss agreed readily, almost seeming relieved. Which she was, unbeknownst to the others. "I can't stop to get wrapped up in litigation with every silly fan with no boundaries."

That seemed to upset Ruby further. "But… but she invaded your privacy! That's-"

"Now Ruby," Ozpin cut across her as he ground a little black pepper onto his salad. There was an eyeroll from his husband at this, but no further comment. "Obviously this is something your friend seems to feel differently from you about, and her feelings are as valid as yours."

"Yes, sir," she muttered glumly.

"Perhaps," his husband supplied. "But pressing charges would certainly prove to others that you don't take this treatment lightly. You could probably fine her for any of the damages."

But such talk only made Yang roll her own eyes. It was a lawful solution, but hardly practical. "Sue her for what? She's hardly gonna have any money. And besides, there wasn't any damage, and nobody was hurt, no problemo!"

Sighing, Weiss shot Yang a grateful smile before answering Penny’s father. "Sadly, I agree – and I'm already prosecuting an assailant with a knife. I'd rather discourage that than someone taking my hairbrush."

"Well, yes, that's a very good point. I only hope these types of events stop happening for you entirely. Then again, with a bodyguard like Miss Xiao Long, they should keep their distance." Immediately after saying his piece, “Dad” got straight back to his food.

But if only Yang and Weiss could drop a subject so easily. Talking about the numerous attacks that had happened over the tour wasn't exactly a relaxing subject, even if no harm came from either of them. Looking toward Weiss again, she gave a soft smile. "Yeah, well I'll try my best, of course. But enough depressing talk for one night."

Finally catching on, Ruby sat up a little straighter and looked toward Penny’s parents. "H-hey, Father, what do you put in your stroganoff? It's super tasty! Maybe I can learn to make it when I get back to California!"

Although he was about to continue the subject matter, he stopped as soon as Ruby asked a question, clearing his throat as he prepared another forkful of the pasta and the beef. "Oh, just an extra spoon of crème fraîche to help the sauce. Makes it a bit gentler on the palate."

But Yang could still sense the subject matter was rather difficult for Weiss. And no wonder; she had only just managed to get over the last attack with the knife wielding goon, and now this. Yet again when she wasn't there to protect her… but at least she could help soothe her now. That was part of her job, after all, and she felt more urgency to do that job to the best of her ability than ever.

A few hours later, after some polite chit-chat and a lovely New York style cheesecake for dessert, Weiss was sitting in the guest room and waiting for Yang to return, having changed into one of her more modest nightgowns and some fuzzy socks. Modesty was the order of the day with a man like Ironwood there; she was used to his sort from within her own family.

As she brushed her hair out before bed, she glanced over at the guitar case, well-wrapped as it was. She still hadn't found a good moment to give it to Yang. Oh, well; that could keep until the next day.

Fresh from the shower, a now much cleaner Yang opened the door to their bedroom, dressed only in a pair of shorts, a smallish tank top and a towel wrapped around her hair. She'd already said goodnight to Ironwood and Ozpin, and the same to Ruby and Penny, even though they at first protested against her decision to have an early night.

But when it was Weiss who was the concern, she couldn't take a risk. Not when she was still insecure from the whole ordeal. One of the other security staff members was parked in a rented car across the street from Penny’s home, watching for any suspicious activity. It felt like they were in some insane action movie. All they could do was take precautions and try to get on with their lives.

Taking a seat next to Weiss on the bed, she reached up to the towel in her hair, gently blotting at it to dry the last parts as much as she could. In truth, she didn't really know what to say, whether to try and pretend everything was fine or to talk about it again. In the end, she thought the best move would be to let her speak first.

"How was your shower?" Weiss asked blandly as she brushed. Seemed she didn't know what to say either.

"Great. Working a new shower is kinda like figuring out how to fly a rocket at first though. The shower head had a massage option, God knows why…" she rambled, finally tossing the towel to one side with her bag and the rest of their things. She seemed to have paid no mind to the large object wrapped in paper, assuming it was merely something Weiss had bought for herself for a show.

Beginning to shuffle slightly closer to her, she finally asked, "How you holdin’ up?"

"Not great. I'm…" Sighing, she glanced over at Yang. "She didn't hurt me, she didn't even try. But she acts like she doesn't care if she ruins my life. Why are there people like that?"

All Yang could do was shrug her shoulders. "Because people think they're entitled to know everything about someone in the public eye? I don't know. Either way, it's fucked up."

"But Yang, I don't want her dragging your name through the mud. It's bad enough she doesn't care whether or not I am slandered, clearly – but you're my girlfriend, you're the person who means the most to me in… in the whole world! So she can't make your life harder, she just can't!"

Although still upset about what had happened, the words were tugging at Yang's heartstrings. She knew Weiss cared, but this proved how much. She cared for her more than her own reputation. And for her, it meant the world.

"Hey, why would she, anyway? I didn't do anything, just pin her down in the street. It's not like anyone's gonna find out you and I are a thing from some dirty laundry – unless they're a CSI or some shit. And they finished searching the bus."

"True. There's no real connection." Taking a deep breath, she steeled herself to admit something that she felt a bit bad about. "When I was in the bathroom earlier, I…" Her heart seized. This was going to sound stupid, but it was the truth and Yang deserved to know. "I flushed your shorts."

That only raised more questions in Yang's mind. The main one being how, without blocking the system in the bus! But that wasn't important. And the why, when she thought about it, was obvious. To get rid of the evidence in case anyone else asked questions.

Deciding not to question at all, she simply scooted herself closer, wrapping an arm around Weiss to pull her up against her. "No big deal, I got plenty more shorts."

"I panicked!" she burst out. "What if somehow that Reese nutjob made the cops think your shorts were important to her case, and that they needed to track them down again?!" But Yang's calm expression finally soothed the frazzled diva, and she sighed. "Sorry. I'll replace them, I promise."

"Don't worry about it. Like I said, shorts are cheap as fuck. As long as you're okay." That was her main concern.

Bringing her in and pressing a kiss against the top of her head, Yang rested there for a moment trying to compose her thoughts. The whole situation was a mess; not just because of what Reese had done, but the possible media coverage. Reese had said out loud about what she’d found, and to anyone nearby, it could easily be misconstrued. The public now knew what Ruby and Penny did: that Weiss had a secret lover, even if they didn’t know who. Sure, it was just a rumour without anything more concrete, but a rumour was more than they had to deal with the day before.

"We're just… I dunno. Gonna have to be more careful, I guess? No risks, nothing too… adventurous. Which reminds me, did you, um…" Drawing her phone out of her pocket, she held it up enough for Weiss to notice. "Did you want me to delete them?"

Weiss squirmed as she looked at the phone. Of course she still had those potentially career ruining photos. "Well… I do, and I don't." Her cheeks began to pinken as she remembered what said photos looked like. "It would be smarter to delete them, for sure, but… but they're s-so…"

"It's… whatever you wanna do, really." Occasionally, she had glanced at the pictures – usually when she was bored and had nothing to keep her entertained. She had hoped to keep them as a small token of their time together when she returned home – and something to help her get off when they were apart – but now, making sure her reputation wasn’t tarnished was more the priority.

"You could crop out my eyes," Weiss breathed, cheeks still warm. "Because I think they're really good pictures. Really hot pictures, and I hate to think of them disappearing. But if you crop out the top half of my head it might be harder for people to tell it's me, if…" One of her shoulders rose and fell again. "If the worst happens. Really, that’s why I haven’t asked you to send them to me; my phone is more likely to get hacked."

"Yeah, good idea. Would be safer than leaving them as is." Looking at the phone once more, she held it firm in her hand, cheeks still red as anything. It was a shame to get rid of such an easily identifiable part of her; after all, the eyes made it different from any other picture on the Internet. But at the same time, Yang always had the memory.

Another thought came to her, making her face heat up a little more. "Did you wanna… see them again?"

Giggling and biting her lip, Weiss tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Um… I wanna re-enact them sometime. But… yeah." She scooted closer to look over Yang's bicep at the screen.

Yet again such a comment made Yang blush wildly. Of course, she wanted the same, and had been hoping her girlfriend would, as well; but to hear it in words was something else. She unlocked the phone, bringing up the camera files and opening the same images again. Images taken with one purpose in mind at first; to get Yang in the mood when she was alone.

But they could serve another purpose. Just looking at the pictures, flat as they were on a tiny screen, got Weiss's heart pounding and her thighs rubbing against each other in anticipation. How could she feel this turned on from looking at herself?! She honestly wasn't that vain, she had never thought of herself as "sexy" no matter how many tabloids told her she was. However…

Something about the sight of Yang's fluids covering her was what did it. Made her feel "claimed". That was a feeling that, deep down, she knew she would never in a million years have accepted from a man; it just went against her nature, no matter how many times her father used to half-jokingly say that "A woman's place is in the home" – before she and Winter collectively shut that down. Being as it was her girlfriend, however… it was both humbling and empowering at the same time. They were both in control of whether or not Weiss looked that way, collectively, as a team. There was something special about it, even though it was a something she couldn't describe.

Yang found herself doing the same. Her own thighs were closed tightly as she attempted to keep herself from being too aroused, but it was too much to hide. Even if the content was good enough on its own, the fact Weiss trusted her enough to keep it on her phone was even more of an aphrodisiac. And that at the time, she had insinuated that she would be up for more. Once she had flicked back to the one where Weiss was simply licking the head of her member, she couldn't help but quiver with joy, her own mouth hanging open.

"Fuck. You're really something, you know that?"

"I really am," she murmured – in more of an "And I don't know what" tone. But then she noticed Yang's face and smiled slightly. "Am I a ‘something’ you like?"

"Understatement of the century." She turned to look at Weiss instead, cheeks completely reddened thanks to looking at the picture for so long. Instead of getting back to the task at hand however, she locked her phone, stowing it away in her pocket again, and then letting her hands fall to the diva's hips.

Pouting, Weiss glanced up at her and whined, "I was looking at that," even as her hands encircled Yang's waist, bringing them closer as her lips ghosted over another pair. "Very well. We'll just have to use… the mental image."

Rather than dwelling in the blushing state for too long, Yang decided to own it instead. To growl flirtatiously as she looked down at the smaller woman, whose grip was pulling her in closer. Quickly glancing around the room for a moment, she checked the vital things; door was closed, window was closed.

"Y'know…" She began tracing one of her fingers over her thigh again and again, applying very little pressure… "We could both use those mental images to our advantage…"

Glancing down at the teasing hand, she smiled back up mischievously – and crawled quickly into Yang's lap, arms sliding around either side of her neck as she settled in. Of course, something began to press into her the minute she was in position, but she expected that. Even welcomed it.

"That seems to happen a lot when I do this." Then she kissed her again. "And that."

Purring in delight, Yang kept her hands firmly on Weiss's hips, bringing her right up against her body in her arms. But feeling her slide over her lap like that was… incredible. She remembered what it was like the first time it happened, back in the bus, when they were first discovering their feelings. Weiss was grinding against her on impulse, and it was more than enough to awaken her needs to the point when she had to stop Weiss to tell her the truth.

But now she didn't have to stop; neither of them did. And with that thought in mind, she rejoined their lips again, allowing her hips to fall back to where they were until she pulled them up against her again, letting out a small moan when she felt warmth bleeding through fabric and into her length.

Sighing into the kiss herself, Weiss began to shift her hips back and forth, faster than was usual for such a lazy make-out session. There was an urgency, a need for her body to feel that hardness up against her own vulnerable body. A need she hadn't felt this strongly since the first time they discovered they had this kind of rapport.

Perhaps they could do more. They were still yet to be more intimate than fingers and mouths, but maybe there was a way they could test that feeling before committing, so Weiss could see if she'd enjoy it. With that thought in mind, Yang broke their kiss for a moment, grip on her hips loosening as she stared up into her eyes.

"Lie down for me."

To anyone else, she would have snapped at them, questioned their intentions. Yang was different. Eyes wide but hazy, she began to lie back, feeling Yang go with her. Then she was pinned under the taller girl, breath coming faster, mouth somehow dry despite their kisses moments ago.

"Like… this?"

"Yeah, perfect." And it was. Her body laid on top of Weiss's perfectly, hips lined up with hers as she felt her legs part to allow her to lay between them. Like pieces of a puzzle, perfect for each other. Yet again she leant in, reuniting their lips in a passionate embrace.

Yang’s hands left the woman's hips, moving to her legs inside as she rubbed each one lovingly. Alongside this, her hips were beginning to move again, thrust forward against hers. So that was her play all along… They were in a position where all that was separating their bodies from uniting was Weiss's nightgown, and Yang's shorts. But that didn't stop her letting out another moan as she ground her length against her groin, feeling it grow even more.

Which was what Weiss wanted… wasn't it? Her original plan had been to grind up against Yang for a while, then pull her shorts down and let her hands and mouth please her yet again. Her new favourite activity. But their current actions, even through so much fabric, were so satisfying.

What if the fabric was gone? What if it was hardness against softness and nothing else to stop them? That was a fleeting thought that had been dismissed a number of times, but the more often it came up in the pop star's mind, the harder it became to ignore.

Little did she know, Yang was thinking the same. With each and every thrust of herself against Weiss's groin, she let her thoughts run wild, let more moans sound out against her lips. They'd been partnered together for two months, and an item for one. Previously, she had probably gone all the way, and beyond, by this point. Scarlet in particular took little over a week before they were doing such activities… but was Weiss ready for that? She'd only just become brave enough to let Yang see her down there, touch it… Was she ready to let their bodies join in such a way? Neither of them could deny, feeling the thrusting against one another felt right… more than right.

But she kept her movements to a steady pace. Once more, she wanted her diva to take the lead. It was her decision if she was ready or not, and Yang would stick to that rule.

So when Weiss pulled back from their kiss a few minutes later and whispered, "Can we… get out of these clothes?" it was not much of a shock to either of them. Even though she had not yet asked to go further, she was moving things in that direction, certainly.

Yang double checked the door once again. Still shut. After which she grinned back down at Weiss, climbing off her again with haste to give her space to undress.

"Sure. Let me just take care of something." Hopping off the bed, she went to quickly grab her larger case, taking it and pushing it up against the door before they began anything. The last thing either of them would want was for someone to walk in on them in the middle of being naked! Once testing the door to make sure it was safe, she looked back toward her diva with half-closed eyes. "Ready to go a little crazy?"

Apparently, she was – as Weiss demonstrated by already being out of her pyjamas when Yang turned back. All she was wearing now were white lace panties and an expression full of longing. Biting her lip, she raised one arm, crooked a finger, and beckoned Yang to come back to her. Yang muttered something incomprehensible under her breath. The once-confident expression was replaced with wide eyes, and a blush as red as a tomato as she glanced down at the less-than-functional underwear. Was this what she went shopping for? The sight was certainly doing more to keep her 'in the mood' than she expected it would…

Reaching to her top, she pulled it up and over her head, tossing it to one corner of the room. She didn't wear a bra of her own this time, so she stood exposed before Weiss. Until she crawled back on top of her again.

"Ah, ah, ah," Weiss said in a teasing tone, hooking the still-bent finger around Yang's waistband and pulling it open an inch or so. "These too, Xiao Long."

"How come I have to be completely naked first? Double standard." Still, she did as she was told before she received an answer, pulling her shorts downward slowly. Thanks to their earlier activities, her length was near enough at its full potential by the time it pushed itself out of the fabric, bobbing slightly in the air once it was free. Pulling the shorts off the rest of the way, she threw them to one side with her top, then looked back at her diva. "Better?"

"Perfect." Her hand drifted up and simply laid open, reaching for Yang's to pull her closer. Seemed she was dedicated to remaining in her reclined position so much that she didn't even want to lean forward to pull her lover back to bed.

It was time for her to treat her princess like royalty. Climbing back on top of her again, Yang returned to their previous positions, pressing down onto the lace panties. There was far less fabric between them now. Unable to help herself, she began to grind against them, feeling the lace scrape past her hardened flesh. And once more, it made her moan out in pleasure.

A sigh of pure anticipation floated out of Weiss as she felt so much more warmth against her than before. The panties didn't shield her from Yang as much, and she could better envision what things were going to be like when they had even less between them – considering they were already practically at the level of naked. Her hands traced up and down Yang's back, delighting in the feeling of soft skin, feeling her heart beat faster for another reason.

"You're all I've ever wanted," she breathed into the quiet room, eyes fluttering open to gaze up into her eyes. "Even before I knew it was you… it was you."

The words yet again were more than Yang could ever ask for. She didn't even know how to respond, other than reaching to grasp one of Weiss's hands instead, sliding her fingers between hers as she held her hand. She stopped her thrusting for a moment, so she could look down into the orbs of blue.

"Then I gotta be the luckiest woman in the world…"

Weiss leaned up to kiss her gently, her need taking a backseat to her affection for the moment. The free hand drifted up and wound into Yang's golden hair, pulling her down for a deeper, more intimate kiss yet.

However… her hips were also beginning to rise up to meet their matched set. Yang equally pushed hers forward to meet them, thrusting back and forth against her shielded sex again and again. This was fantastic… passionately kissing such a perfect woman while their bodies began to give themselves over to their needs. If only that layer of fabric was out the way, so she could push herself inside her, and take her at last…

Maybe they were ready. Weiss had confessed that Yang was the one for her. Even if they never said the famous three words, that was close enough. After a few more minutes of kissing and grinding, she finally pulled away, resting their foreheads against one another for a moment. Catching her breath and building up her nerve.

"Weiss? Did you want to go further tonight?"

"Do you?" Her hand drifted up to rest against Yang's neck. "To be honest… I've been thinking about that a lot lately. Like, a lot! But…" She took a breath; they were past the point of beating around the bush. "I didn't know if you'd want me to… put you in that role. I want you inside me, but I don't want to treat you like…"

Weiss shrugged, unable to finish that sentence. This was extremely important to iron out before they went any further, but the last thing she wanted was to make Yang feel like she saw her as anything other than the woman she loved and respected. Compared to a month ago, Weiss had learnt so much about Yang. Where before she would have said something offensive by accident, now she was thinking about her all throughout, considering her feelings before asking – and even in her word choices. Such a gesture earned her another quick kiss on the lips.

"I want to." She smiled softly to her. "I-it's been years since I’ve been the one… 'on top.'" Saying it out loud was enough to make her cringe slightly. But nonetheless, she continued. "So I mean, fair warning that I might be a little rusty… but I want to, with you."

That alone was enough to prompt a groan of need from the diva, but it was a quiet one. Her other hand trailed down Yang's body back to her hip – near the source of her previous hesitance, which would now be the bridge between their bodies. Again, they kissed, and then she pulled back to lock their eyes together as she sealed their fate.

"Then… there's nothing else to say but 'take me,' is there?"

Those two words were all she needed. Her hands brushed down Weiss's body instead, beginning to brush against the waistlines of her underwear. She had begun to lower them, but once she got them a couple of inches down, she stopped.

"Wait, I need something first." Even though their entangled bodies felt so good, Yang had to part them again. That was the downside of her equipment and being with a woman: she needed protection. Quickly wandering over to the corner with their luggage again, she began to rummage around, finding her small handbag. Thankfully, she had been prepared for any such situation since the start of the tour, carrying a few condoms of her own for if she got lucky on her nights off. But back then, she had no idea she would be the one using them. How wrong she was.

“O-oh,” Weiss whispered in realization as she readjusted her position on the bed slightly, fluffing up her pillow, straightening her hair. “Right; I guess I wasn’t thinking about that, since you’re a woman… that’s… yes, good idea.” Her hands fell to her waist to shuck the lace… but she decided she wanted Yang to do it. This would be their first time uniting their bodies fully, and she wanted the experience to be complete.

“I actually really appreciate that,” Yang chuckled bashfully as she returned to the bed. Making quick work of the wrapper and sliding it over her member, she gazed down upon her lover, who was now fully prepared for her. Well, all except one thing. One thing that Yang was about to make short work of.

Crawling back into the bed, perched above the diva, her hands fell to the lace panties and started to pull them downward. This time, there was no nervous shriek or fleeing from the room; only Weiss holding her breath as her body was laid completely bare before her girlfriend. As her ankles passed through the leg holes and the panties were completely removed, she turned her hips to one side, preserving her modesty very slightly for just a few more moments.

"Can… I touch it? I've never felt one with protection before." Then she laughed at herself. "Then again, you probably could have figured that out."

"Yeah, why not?" she couldn't help but chuckle while nodding. She backed herself away slightly, giving Weiss the space for her to touch what she wanted. The pale hand wrapped itself around the thick length, causing the latex to crinkle very quietly. Then an odd little surprised smile broke out across Weiss's lips.

"It's wet already!"

Yang couldn't help but laugh again at her as she watched her explore. It just reminded her of how naive she was outside of the music industry knowledge. "Well duh, they're pre-lubed to make it easier."

"Right… yeah, that makes sense." Her hand pumped up and down a few times – not especially hard, but just tight enough to make it felt. "Ooh… it's so slick… do you use these when you're by yourself?"

Well, they were past the stage of being embarrassed now, even if masturbation habits were going to be discussed. Shaking her head, and trying to suppress another moan, she answered, "N-Nooo, they take away some of the feeling. I stick to hand and… fingers."

"Oh…" Pausing in her actions, Weiss looked up with an uncertain smile. "Did… I mean, do you want to take it off? I'm n-not on birth control, though…"

Straight away she shook her head once more, letting her hand fall onto Weiss's to stop her from pumping. The last thing she wanted was to finish early. "Weiss, I'm not about to risk that. Still feels nice the way it is."

"But I want this to feel good for you, too!" she insisted, her other hand drawing Yang's face down so she could kiss her cheek.But Yang only shook her head once more. This wasn't something she was going to be talked out of; the risk was far too great. It was bad enough if people found out the innocent pop star was sleeping with a trans woman, but if down the line they found she was pregnant with her child…

No, she couldn't think about that, and instead let one of her hands sink into her smooth hair. "It's going to feel great for me, trust me. We're keeping this safe, okay?"

Nodding and sufficiently reassured, Weiss leaned into Yang's gentle touch. "You know best. And… and I know it's going to feel beautiful for me. How could it not?"

Then her legs were manoeuvring Yang into position above her, a little at a time. She didn't want to draw anything out any longer than they already had; some things needed to be seen to urgently, and she aimed to make that happen. Her bodyguard’s free hand brushed down the diva's body, until it grasped the latex covered phallus, holding it steady as she shifted her hips to prepare their position. It took her a moment to feel around, until she felt the head line up perfectly with the entrance.

And making sure she stared into Weiss's eyes throughout, she began to push forward, feeling the head of her member slide inside, the rest beginning to follow. Weiss gasped out in pleasure and surprise at how it felt. Some areas were cold where the latex had wrinkled, but the rest was so hot she felt like she might be burned. This was really it! Yang was inside of her!

Then she realised something else. Yang had taken her virginity. Even though she had in spirit long before that moment, but now it was an undeniable fact. Even while still wincing from the mild pain of being widened more than she ever had before in her life, she was grinning from ear to ear.

Noticing such a grin, Yang herself was beginning to grin also. That was that part out of the way, they were ready to continue, with only pleasure to await them. Once sure her lover would be okay, she continued to push her hips forward, feeling more of her covered length sink into the body below, quickening her pace very slightly until she felt her hips hit Weiss's. They were fully joined.

The moans from Weiss started out slightly-pained, with a wince here and there, but were slowly being overshadowed by the intense pleasure filling her. Filling her completely. Her hands slid to two varying positions on Yang's back to hold her there as her legs widened slightly. She couldn't believe this was really happening for them. Yet she could.

Once sure Weiss was content with the situation, she started to pull herself back out again. Even with the latex covering, she could feel the inner walls of her lover tight around her, making her moan out in her own pleasure as it tugged on her member, as if she was trying to grasp her and keep her inside. Once she was nearly back out, she shivered while pushing herself straight back in again. At last, they were really becoming one in every way they could.

"AH!" Weiss gasped when the thrusting began, slow as it was. "Oh Yang, it's… oh wow, I can't believe I'm feeling this!" Her head fell back, mouth agape in complete ecstasy. That momentary discomfort had been beyond worth it if this was the result!

She nodded in agreement, not able to do much more apart from that and moan on occasion. How had she not done this in so long? How on earth did she forget how it felt even? For so long, she was used to being the one in Weiss's position, having to open herself up for someone else – which was fun in its own right, of course. But this was the way her body was designed to receive pleasure, after all. If someone had told her this time a few months ago she would be doing it again with a famous singer, she would have laughed in their face.

But doing this with her felt so… different. It was a feeling she knew she hadn't felt for so long; right. She and Weiss were made for each other, no matter what anyone would have said about it. And such thinking in mind only made her begin to increase her thrusting speed.

The diva's back arched away from the mattress as she felt her lover sliding in and out of her body, teasing every inch of her inner walls. Her hands fell to the sheets, gripping hard, teeth digging into her lip to keep from crying out again – the last thing they needed was the rest of Penny's family to come bursting into their room and interrupt this sacred moment!

There was a better way to quell both of their moans. Not hesitating, she leant forward, mashing their lips against one another, kissing her passionately. Right away, Yang let her tongue trail over Weiss's, seeking it out as she let moan after moan into her mouth. Once more, she quickened her pace, bending her knees to a better position to put more power into each thrust.

The longer their bodies collided, the hotter she began to feel, the more sweat she could feel on her skin. Even with Weiss's talented hands and mouth, or all the lovers in her past, it had never felt this good before. And it was only going to get better.

Weiss discovered an unexpected benefit once Yang was leaning down more, once the pace increased. Yang's ample bosom was pressing down hard against hers, making both sets shift and shake with every thrust. This wasn't something she expected to like, to care about – to even notice with that thick shaft deep inside of her. But the gentle rocking of her tits with another set of nipples brushing her own was nice, teasing… added something to the experience.

There was one other apparent problem Yang hadn't considered when she tried to increase how hard she thrust into Weiss's body. On one particularly hard shift forward, she heard the bed creak. Not bad enough to wake the house, perhaps, but enough to make her open one of her eyes and notice. Harder times would have to wait for another day, it seemed.

With that in mind, she tried to intensify things in other ways. One such way was by letting one of her hands roam into Weiss's hair, grasping a handful tightly. From experience, she knew it wasn't enough to cause a lot of pain, but a dull pain that could add to the intensity a little more.

Sure enough, there was a little gasp of surprise into Yang's mouth when the roots were tugged upon. What was Yang doing?! But the longer they writhed together with that hand where it was, the less she cared, and the more she wanted to lose herself in the sensations, so different from each other as they were.

And not long after, she felt her climax begin to build. It wasn't as sudden as the time Yang had used her fingers inside of her, but it was still a lot faster than all those times they had done through-the-clothes activities. Both of her trim calves raised up and draped over the blonde's backside, hanging on for dear life as she was brought closer and closer to the edge.

All the while, Yang's own climax was beginning to build as well. This time, there was no need to warn Weiss of it's arrival; all she had to do was lose herself just as her lover was doing, continuing to kiss her hard as she felt the muscles in her stomach beginning to knot and tighten. A quiver of her legs against Weiss's behind made it obvious it was going to be soon, too soon. But maybe she would make her lover finish first.

"Yang," she breathed between kisses, the word distorted and slurred by lips and passion and saliva. So close! And Yang was, as well – even though it had only been a half-dozen times, she was slowly beginning to recognize the tells in her bodyguard's face. Her fingernails dug in and began to run along Yang's back, leaving red lines along the skin in her desperation to hang on.

Alas, her own goal to try and push Weiss over the limit before herself was done for. The harsh feeling of nails digging into her back, leaving their own special marks in her skin was enough to push her over the edge. And with no other option to quell her screams, she leant into Weiss's neck, calling out against the flesh as she met her end. Yet again, her thighs quivered, yet again her length began to throb, only this time, it was inside her body, and behind a barrier of latex as it let loose its seed. Oh how much of a relief it was just to continue without worrying about warning her!

Seconds later came the cries from Weiss – which were muffled in much the same way, higher-pitched than usual in a vain attempt to keep them quieter. It wasn't the quickest, it wasn't the strongest, but it was definitely the most satisfying orgasm of her entire life thus far. All of them were because of the same woman, and she wanted to collect them in her mind to treasure forever.

Then finally, all of her limbs went slack and she fell back against the bed, gasping for breath as if she had been underwater for minutes on end. Her eyes were out of focus and her mouth hung open, but the very corners of her lips were turned up. That had been well worth everything.

Panting with joy herself, Yang finally opened her eyes, only to see her equally exhausted lover beneath her. They'd both finished at nearly the same time; not too shabby, all things considered. Grinning, she finally allowed her own body to go limp on top of Weiss's, apart from drawing her length out of her body before it became uncomfortable.

A random spasm occurred when she was exited, but otherwise Weiss was glad to feel the length taken out of herself; it had felt so wonderful a moment ago, but now her body needed to recover from their activities.

"That was…" the bodyguard began to pant, rolling to one side of her and curling against her instead. "Incredible…"

"Mmhhh," Weiss panted herself as she rolled to curl around Yang. "You… you made me a woman just now, Yang…"

Even though she had to still slide the condom off her length, the main 'masculine' part of her, she couldn't help but begin to chuckle contently as she placed it into the bedside trashcan, before curling up just as much against her lover. "Probably sounds crazy, but you made me feel the same way. Even though I took a more… dominant role."

"That's good!" Weiss breathed with a genuine smile, sliding her hand down along Yang's flared hip and supple thigh. "Because you are my woman, dick and all." Her fingertips ghosted over the moistened head, finding there was still a decent amount of juices clinging to it. Then they raised to her own lips and she sucked at them for a few seconds, eyes closed in bliss.

"Wow, you really can't get enough of that stuff, can you?" Yang asked, despite the growing blush on her face still. Weiss really knew how to press her buttons, even after their activities were over. Rolling to her side, she allowed her fingers to trace between Weiss's legs, touching up against the soft flesh of which she had plenty. And making an equally splendid discovery. "Hmm, wet… Looks like I'm gonna sample some of you, as well."

After a shiver from the contact, her eyes fluttered open again to see Yang's hand gravitating toward her mouth. And she blinked, several times, almost in complete disbelief. "You… are you really going to…?"

For a moment, she simply parted and joined her fingers repeatedly, displaying the clearer fluid of Weiss's own sex was clearly present on it. Making Weiss hold her breath, worried about her reaction. Then she brought the fingers straight into her mouth, sucking on them just as Weiss had. Weiss's flavour wasn't unsatisfying. In a way, it was like her own: salty, yet slightly tangy. One that was her all over. Once finished, she straight away licked her lips.

The younger woman was still flushed from their activities, so it was impossible to tell if she was blushing because of what Yang had done or not. However, what she said was, "Do you… want to try more? I mean, I honestly don't see the appeal… but then again, I didn't see the appeal of yours until I tried it," she added in a quieter, chagrined tone.

Smacking her lips together, she politely shook her head, wiping the remnants of saliva away into the blankets below as she looked over at her. "Think I've had my fill for one evening… and I’m about ready to pass out."

"So am I," Weiss chuckled as she nestled in against her girlfriend, finally drawing the thin top sheet up and over their bodies now that the heat of climax had started to evaporate. "My throat is really dry but I can't even move… I just wanna sleep."

"Maybe you need to go down on me, after all," she joked while slipping into her role of big spoon, curling her body around the small diva's and letting one arm trail across her stomach, where she dozily allowed it to stroke back and forth. Although, she wasn't over teasing yet. "Y’know, if the bed wasn't so squeaky, I'd show you what an extreme session is like…"

"Yeah, I know. Annoying bed, making all that n-" Then she seemed to catch up to part of that. "Wait. What do you mean, 'extreme session'? What did we do just now if it wasn’t an extreme one?!"

Now pressing her crotch right up against Weiss's backside again, she smirked to herself as snuggled close. "You really think that's all I got? I gotta keep upping my game for a world famous star, right?"

"Oh, stop that!" And again, Weiss's cheeks flamed when she felt the still-coated bulge pressing into that area of herself. Every time, it made her stomach flutter. Why was that? Maybe she should ask instead of just wondering. "Yang," she asked in a soft voice, still not quite sure what she was about to ask even as the words were escaping, "do you… like… my rear end?"

Simply grinding her lower half against it even more, she sleepily nodded, letting out a content little hum against her hair. Seemed her own tiredness was finally beginning to catch up with her. "It's petite and cute and all mine, so of course I do."

"Good, I suppose. I like yours, too." As Yang's breathing began to grow heavier and heavier, she finally asked, "But what I'm asking is… do you find it… pleasurable? To press against. Maybe enough that you could… finish that way? Because this isn’t the first time you started doing that."

Half opening one of her eyes, Yang was unsure she heard correctly in her sleepy state. They'd only just performed regular penetration, did Weiss want to do that at some point?

"Well… I mean," she began, eyes closing again and she dozily shrugged her shoulders. Perhaps she wasn't thinking at this point when she let the following information slip… "Never tried fucking an ass myself, but a few guys have finished in mine, so it seems like it would be fun… I mean, I enjoyed it enough getting it, and they sure as hell seemed to like banging mine."

"Oh, well that's… not what… I… um…" Her voice trailed off. Yang wasn't talking about what she was talking about, which had been simply using it as a soft cushion against which to thrust – much as she had with her soft centre before they fully undressed earlier. But Yang meant anal sex. The whole thing – actually going inside. The instant she figured that out, both of her cheeks clenched together as hard as they could. No, she most certainly would not be allowing that to happen. It was depraved! That wasn't where anything should enter – only exit!

On the other hand… as Yang had said, she'd been with many boys. And those boys had to go somewhere.

Against her will, a vision of Yang splayed out on a bed filled her mind, arms and legs spread eagle as someone climbed on top of her… as a disembodied cock guided itself down over Yang's, began to probe further down…

With a clamping shut of her eyelids, Weiss cut off the tawdry little film in her mind. That was not right for her to think about! Yang was a woman – it wasn't her fault she had been born with male equipment, and that she had, for all intents and purposes, been left with little option but to have "gay sex" with her last few boyfriends. No, it was improper for her to think about her past lovers, anyway – much less in that light.

Improper for her to be turned on at the thought of a thick length sliding deep into Yang from behind. Improper for her to wish she was the one putting it there.

"Yang?" she finally asked in a shaky whisper a minute or two later.

Seems while Weiss's thoughts were running away with her, Yang's were drifting toward sleep. But still barely awake, she managed to mumble, "Yeah?"

"Do you, um… genuinely enjoy taking it back there?"

Lucky for Weiss, in her doziest moments, Yang was her most honest. It was a genuine smile that was on her face as she could be felt nodding against the back of her head, instinctively pulling her in all the more. Even if she lacked the energy to reimagine it herself, she could still talk about it.

"It's an odd… fullness. Butthole’s pretty sensitive. And there's a pleasure point deep in there, for me, at least. Gotta be in the mood for it, but when I am, it feels… damn good."

"Oh. Interesting." Even though that was all she said, even though Yang was already almost gone from the waking world, Weiss remained awake for another few minutes. Just long enough for her to begin scheming. If Yang liked to have that disgusting area stimulated, then Weiss wasn't going to let her reservations about it stand in their way.

"Yang Xiao Long," she whispered into the room long after Yang had begun snoring, "Your butt will not go unloved – I swear it!"

[thelittlestkitsune]

Mid-Semester; chapter three.

A/N; I just want to apologise in advance. I am so sorry. So very sorry. Enjoy! xoxo Lau

Pairing: ScottMccallxProfessor!Reader

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Warnings: none. for now.

Word count: 4,926.

Listen to me.              Mid Semester Masterlist               Let me know?

                                Just listen to me okay? Don’t question it. 

WEDNESDAY.  

You sat back, relaxing into your chair as you shut your laptop, picking at the pomegranate seeds in a ceramic bowl on your desk as students flooded through the doors, cheeks reddened after the trek up the stairs. You smiled, popping seed after seed into your mouth, the scuffling of feet on linoleum calming as they settled into their seats. “How is everyone?” You asked as you heard a chorus of groans, yawns and mumbles. “Oh that good huh? I guess you guys need to get a load off?” You heard chuckles from some of the more immature students in your class. You licked over your lips, folding your legs underneath yourself as you pulled at your shirt, closing away the sliver of skin you had on show; away from prying eyes. “Not like that you pervs. But kind of like that-” You paused, clearing your throat as you leant against your desk, your hands folded beneath your chin. “-I mean you guys are probably so stressed huh? What with midterms and job prospects?” You finished as almost every head drooped. “So how about we take it easy this week? I can’t be fucking bothered grading a paper, so instead we’re just going to do a discussion that okay?” You could practically feel the room vibrate with excitement, cheers whispered underneath breaths as the room sighed collectively.  

“So what are we talking about this week Salt?” You heard Cat refer to your nickname, gifted to you by the class. “Well Yankee-” You smiled as you continued. “-I was being kind of figurative when I said get a load off. I was also hinting at who we’re going to savage this week.” You sighed as you lifted the bowl of pomegranate seeds, half empty due to your absent minded picking. “Um, Persephone?” Audrey piped up, her blonde hair falling in curls around her face, cheeks flushed pink as she leant forwards. “Close enough Aud One.” You joked, scanning the crowd for the other Audrey. “Where’s Aud two?” You asked as you furrowed your brow, not coming across her familiar smile. “She’s not well, she’s snowed under with a cold right now.” You frowned, leaning back. “Someone should sent her hot soup and a hot boy. No one should be ill at this time.” You shrugged, looking for someone else to pick on for an answer. “Todd. Who do you think we’ll be talking about?” You asked as he looked up, his eyes red rimmed, his face sleepy. “Um, knowing you probably Zeus.” He answered nonchalantly as you shook your head, a sheepish smile on your face.  

“No fucking way.” Em muttered, her hands wrapped around her jaw as she doodled on her notebook. “Don’t fucking swear! I can talk about other things! Kinda-” You laughed as you placed the bowl back down, unaware you were still gripping at the rim. “- think of someone who is just as salty as I am and probably had the dead sea named after them.” Students seemed to pause deep in thought before Cat’s head shot up, her unusually smart shirt sticking out in comparison to the normal baseball merch she wore. “Hera. His wife and sister right?” She questioned, vaguely unsure of herself as her brows knitted low over her green eyes. “DING DING DING. Yes!! We’re talking about the Cersei and Jamie of Ancient Greece and how her spite and fury made something we are still heralding about to this day.” You licked over your lips as you pinched some seeds between your recently manicured fingers. “Okay you guys, it’s time to make like the great R&B songs of the nineties and talk about sex. Mainly about Succubi and Sirens.” You raised your brows as your lip quirked, excited chatter filling the room.  

“Weren’t sirens just mermaids with a higher sex drive and a penchant for driving men mental?” Em spoke up, her british slang confusing some of the other students as you sat there, chewing over her question. “Well, yes and no, they liked to take the lives of hapless sailors that had not blessed their voyage by praying to poseidon. They also did it for the bants. But they weren’t always seen as mermaids per se, some were half chicken?” You spouted off a useless fact as some of your students broke out into laughter. You followed suit, your lungs aching as you heard comments of chicken fucker going through the air. “But what has a half chicken woman got anything to do with the succubus.” Kenzie asked, pulling her caramel blonde hair behind her ear as her nose scrunched quizzically. “THANK YOU KENZIE.” you sighed dramatically as you flung your arms in the air, not catching them before you let your hands slap back against your legs. The slap echoed through the uncharacteristically quiet room as you swore under your breath.  

“Ow, fuck fuck fuck fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck-” You caught yourself, looking up at flustered smiling faces as you collected yourself. “What I was going to say was thank you for asking that. So you know myths are connected? Every myth nicked bits and bats from other countries and legends, but never cited their sources much like the most of you-” You looked at certain students, their eyes guiltily averting away from your gaze. “-and most of what is believed to be a succubus could easily be tracked back to the siren. They were often seen on land, gorgeous insta models of women.” You soothed over your stinging skin as you cleared your throat. “Basically they were the epitome of female beauty, super gorgeous women that would lure men to sleep with them. However upon actually doing the nasty she’d suck the life force from him, leaving him a husk of a man.” You sighed, your skin calming as you leaned back. “That’s kinky.” Todd laughed, looking at his friends as he covered a grin. “Not really, if you’re doing something right any man is left a husk at the end.” Maddie giggled as she high fived Kenzie, her head turning back towards you.  

“Neither of you are wrong. Either way, we should get this lesson actually underway cause I have somewhere to be after class.” you laughed as Cat looked at you, a questioning look in her narrowing eyes. “Where you going?” She asked as you smiled, thinking of the evenings activities. “Well if you must ask, I’m heading to my best friends engagement party.” You looked down at your own hands, wondering when you’d get a ring like hers. “Congrats to them.” Cat spoke, her accent barely noticeable as you nodded, your lips pressed together firmly. “Yeah, congrats to them. Anyway, let’s talk about boats and hoes.”  

WEDNESDAY NIGHT.  

“Look I’m not saying dress like a hoe, I’m just saying you have a cracking set of tits and you should get them out!” Mal laughed as she nudged at you, her ring sparkling in the low lighting of the restaurant. You sipped at your wine, lowkey wishing it was something stronger. “She’s right you know!” Thomas spoke, his whiskey brown eyes skating over you quickly as Camile looked at him, her mouth hung open in shock. “What? I’m just saying! Remember, I only look at you that way.” He smirked as she smiled, pressing her lips to his cheek as you wished even more that you were drinking anything other than wine. Bleach? Too far. You placed your glass in front of you, looking around the table as all your friends had coupled off, arms slung over their partners, doe eyed looks on happy faces as you frowned slightly. “Cheer up buttercup. I saw the dude you’re going out with tomorrow. You won’t have that frown on your face forever.” Mal spoke cheerily as you smiled, your eyes not quite meeting hers. “Thanks!” You gripped the stem of your glass as Camile turned to you again, her lips finally leaving Thomas’. “So, what are you going to go with?” She referred back to your conversation as you shrugged. “I’m going straight from the office so I have no idea. Maybe some trousers and a shirt?”

Her head shook vigorously as she sipped at her drink, mulling over her response as she gazed off into the distance. “What about that green dress? You know the backless one? With a blazer over top for when you’re in the office?” You gulped, mouthing no as you pushed around the food on your plate. “Oh! What about the red one? The tight and short one?” Mal put forward, spooning some ramen into her mouth as the korean bbq sizzled in front of you. “It makes me look like slaggy barbie. Maybe not the best if I have a student meeting tomorrow.” you bit at your lip as you thought of Scott, quickly squashing any feelings that bubbled up. “Purple is always a nice colour?” Stuart spoke, unusual for the quiet reserved guy. “I don’t know if I have a purple dress. But I like that idea!” You smiled, giving him a small wink as he blushed behind thick rimmed glasses. “I have one you can borrow. However, if you’re going to get laid in please for the love of all that is holy; get it dry cleaned.” Camile laughed as you play slapped her arm. “Are you insinuating that I’m going to sleep with him on the first date?” Your lips quivered as you laughed.  “A man like that? You drop your panties or forego them all together. If you strike out that’s on you boo boo.” She cheersed you as you smiled, uneasy butterflies swarming in your stomach as you looked forward to tomorrow. Just got to get through tonight first.  

THURSDAY AFTERNOON.  

The dress you wore slid up your thigh as you walked across campus, your head ducked as you tried to cover yourself up. I should’ve worn something else. You bit at your lips, dry skin pulled off as you walked, nerves bubbling up as you headed to your office. At least I have my blazer on, and flats. You mentally thanked your morning self for deciding to put on the blazer rather than the leather jacket you had planned on wearing. Coffee first. You walked through throngs of students, heading to the coffee shop for your daily fix of caffeine. Your earbuds hung around your neck, your head whirring with thoughts too loud to be drowned out even by the likes of real friends. You clutched at your bag as you ascended the steps to the coffee shop, your footing uneven as the tight dress didn’t move much with your legs. Finally when inside you glanced at your phone, noting the time and how little of it you had until Derek was picking you up.  

As you ordered your phone vibrated in your hands, your poker straight hair pushed behind your ear as you smiled at your phone like an idiot.  

Sourwolf: I can’t wait to see you again, pick you up at 8?  

Smartass: Sounds great, I’ll text you when I’m finishing up my lesson okay? Can’t wait!  

Your thoughts were briefly distracted as your fingers clicked over the keyboard on your phone, only thoughts of your impending date occupying your mind. “Y/N?” A young guy spoke as he held out a takeout coffee cup, his fingers curled around the blue cardboard. You looked up, the concentration on your face evaporating as you smiled at him, handing over the cash that you owed him. You glanced out the window, cursing quietly as clouds hung low in the sky, your mood diminishing as you scurried from the warmth of the small shop, back out into the square. Students teamed the large area as you navigated through the masses of people, almost cheering as you hit a stretch of land that was barely populated. You walked fast, wanting to get to your office as quickly as possible, almost speeding through the walkways of the crowded college. You bit at the plastic lid on your coffee as you walked, deep in thought as your heels drummed against concrete, your building coming up on the left as you banked towards it. “Hey Y/N, you look nice!” Kenzie and Maddie passed you, textbooks clamped in their arms as they headed towards their psych class.  

“Thank you!” You smiled as they paused, looking as though they wanted to ask a question. “What’s up girls?” You asked, gripping your coffee a little tighter as you turned to talk to them, the sun lowering in the sky as you shivered. “We were just wondering what the mid terms are going to be like?” Kenzie looked at you with wide eyes as Maddie stiffened. “You don’t have to worry, it’s an overall paper and by both of your guys work so far; you’ll ace it.” You smiled as they both exhaled, clearly relieved. “Well hope you enjoy whatever you’re all dressed up for!” They smiled as you nodded, scurrying away through the door to your building as coffee lapped over the lip of your cup. Unlocking your office you threw your bag down, grateful you hadn’t bothered to bring your laptop. 5pm. Scott should be here soon. You had emailed him the night before, pulling the normal time forward so you wouldn’t be knackered when Derek picked you up. You slipped your shoes off, opting to pad about your office just in your stockings as you tidied away the mess.  

A knock on the door came as you bent over to put away files, your dress stretched over you almost looking like a second skin as you shouted for Scott to come in. “Hey Y/N!” Scott sang cheerily, his footsteps halting as he coughed awkwardly. “Sorry did I interrupt something?” He sounded flushed as you stood up straight, your face red as you looked at him. “No? Why? Does it look like I was doing something inappropriate?” You blew your hair from your face as you realised how short your dress was, the hemline barely skirting the curve of your ass. “Oh my god Scott, I’m so sorry! I had no idea; I pretty much just completely flashed you I'm so sorry-” You gushed, turning quickly as you pulled the bodycon material further down, his eyes twinkling as a smile played on his lips. “It’s okay Y/N. You look nice.” He blushed, his smile spreading as he gave you a crooked grin. “Why thank you Scott, that’s really nice of you to say!” Your skin grew hot as his eyes trailed over your plunging neckline, shivers spreading wherever he looked. “What’s got you all dressed up? And in colour for that matter?!” He joked, a personal jab of the lack of colour in your wardrobe. “I have a date I’ll have you know!” you smiled, suddenly shy and guilty as his face dropped.  

“Oh, that’s great!” He spoke despondently, crossing the room in a few bounds, his long legs carrying him swiftly across the small room. He took his normal place in the leather chair, his legs stretched out in front of him as you took him in properly, allowing yourself one indulgent moment. Baggy jeans coasted over his long legs, a leather belt strapped around his hips. Peeking over top was a band of white, stark against his caramel coloured skin, the hints of ink sprawled across hard muscle. You tore your eyes away as you travelled up his body, his chest hard as he sat up, the light grey henley he wore tight across his chest as it gaped open; his neck stiffening as you sucked your lips between your teeth. His arms flexed as he reached into his bag, your eyes almost glued to his forearms as he pushed the sleeves of his shirt up, bunching the material at his elbow. His skin almost shone as he looked at you, your eyes tearing away from him as you became flustered, your cheeks burning as you smiled.  

“So who’s the lucky guy then?” Scott asked his brows knitting together as something shone behind his eyes. “Just an old friend. I’m probably reading far too much into this, he probably just wants to catch up, it’s been like a decade since we saw each other last.” You sighed, settling into your chair as you undid your blazer; the material sticking to your hot skin. “Wow.” Scott sighed, regret blazing in his eyes as he looked over you. The plunging neckline of your dress skated down your chest, the delicate eyelash lace covering your freckle dusted shoulders. “He’s a really lucky guy anyone would be lucky to go on a date with you.” He breathed as you hid your smile, clearing your throat awkwardly. “Thanks, it’s really sweet of you to say.” You let your smile break free, the simple act of happiness breaking over your face as his eyes softened. “I mean it, but that’s enough of that, how about we get on with this?” He averted his gaze from you as you nodded, breaking yourself out of the bubble you had wrapped yourself in. “So what bullshit are we breaking ground on?” He asked as you rolled your eyes. “Succubi and Sirens.” You spoke, your voice slightly hushed as he looked at you with a pointed brow.  

“Succubi? We’re actually covering this?” He asked incredulously a laugh on the tip of his tongue as he ran his fingers across his chin. “Yeah, why is that hard to believe?!” you responded, confusion tinging your words. “Nah, it’s just rather random you know? You were telling me last week how you knew werewolves are real and now we’re talking about succubi and I know they’re real; it makes me wonder if vampires are lurking about somewhere in the shadows.” You laughed before his words processed, your mind reeling back to what he said. “Wait, you said succubi are real!??” You leaned forwards, your shoulders pressing your tits together as he tried to avoid looking at them. “Yeah, I knew one back in Beacon Hills. She dated my friends.” You smiled as you leaned back, an oh leaving your lips. “Friends? As in plural?” you asked as he nodded. “My best friends in fact. Derek and Stiles. She was with Derek originally and then Stiles got involved and it was all confusing cause she had no idea what she was and oh god it was a mess.”  

It was almost as if your blood ran cold at the mention of Dereks name. “You alright Y/N? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Scott waved in front of your face as you zoned out, your heart beating faster as you pieced things together. Of course they know each other. Fuck. I’m going to be sick. I should cancel. I am definitely going to be sick. This was a mistake, their both werewolves for fucks sake. IT’S OBVIOUS THAT THEY KNOW EACH OTHER. Beacon Hills isn’t that big? Maybe I’m over reacting, maybe it’s a different Derek. “Hello? Earth to y/n?” Scott called as you blinked, shaking your head as you paid attention to the wolf in front of you. “Are you okay? You went really pale?” His eyes softened as he reached for your hands, his fingers pressing tentatively against your forehead.  

“You’ve gone cold are you okay?” Scott spoke, his voice soft as his fingers trailed down the side of your face, his lips slightly parted as you looked at him. “Yeah, just got really nervous all of a sudden, sorry!” You smiled slowly, unsure of yourself as you pulled away from his touch. His hand paused where it was, retracting back slowly as he coughed. “You’ve no need to be nervous, you’re gonna kill it.” A half smile played on his lips as you mouthed a thank you, something itching inside your throat. “I’ll tell you what, how about a drink?” the words spilled from your lips as you tapped on the desk. “Coffee?” Scott asked, his hands gripping at the arms on the chair as you shook your head slowly. “Whiskey. I know it doesn’t affect you but it tastes good?” You licked over your lips as he nodded, twiddling a pen in his fingers. “Sounds good, seems like you need it anyway.” Your eyes widened as you stood, smoothing over the wrinkles in your dress. You tugged at the material, slowly pulling it down your legs as you crossed the room, your stockings snagging on the corner of your desk.  

“Oh for fucks sake.” You studied the ladder going straight down your left leg, the thin material ripping just by standing there. “The curse strikes again!” Scott laughed, covering his smile as you threw your head back. “I’m gonna make myself a double.” You sighed, bending at the hip as you unlatched your stockings from the clips that held them up. “You want one?” You asked Scott, your question unanswered as you slowly rolled your stockings down your legs. “-Yeah, a double sounds good.” You snapped up quickly, gathering the ripped material in your hands as you balled them up. “Guess I won’t be needing these anymore.” You lined up your eyes with the bin near the door, aiming your arm as you threw them across the room. They somehow bounced off the rim of the bin as you let your arms drop to your side. “I guess I’ll never make the basketball team.”  You sighed, a chuckle on your lips as you stepped forwards to pick them up, your dress riding up as you felt Scott’s eyes on you.  

“You’re too short for that anyway!” he joked as you turned to him, putting your hands on your hips. “I am not! I’ll have you know that I am above the national average height!” You smiled before turning around, heading to your bar cart in the corner by your kettle. “And how tall is that?” He asked, his voice sounding closer than before as you shrugged. “I dunno, I just know I’m not that short.” You admitted, grabbing your decanter as you poured two double whiskies. “You’re short compared to me.” His breath coasted over your neck as you stiffened, his cologne filling your nose as you shook your head. “That’s because you are the size of a rather large tree.” You laughed, your skin sizzling as he reached one arm around you, gripping at the glass on your right. You shivered as his skin brushed over yours, your lips caught between your teeth. Reaching for the other glass you turned, your body almost completely pressed against his. Okay, just breathe. “To calming down.” his voice was deepened as his chocolate brown eyes bored into yours. “To calming down.”  You smiled, clinking your glass against his before lifting it to your lips.  

HALF AN HOUR BEFORE YOUR DATE.  

“I’m just saying she’s definitely a succubus, there is no way in hell that you can look like that and not be?” Scott laughed, trying to prove his point. “You said that your friend back in Beacon Hills was a succubus out of being lonely. AT WHAT POINT IN TIME DO YOU THINK THAT GAL GADOT WAS EVER ALONE. THE WOMAN WAS FUCKING WONDER WOMAN.” You joked, your spirits lifted as you sipped on the last of your drink. “I’m just saying, the woman could get away with anything.” Scott shrugged, a cheeky smile on his face as you nodded, your eyes glancing at the clock. “You’re probably not wrong-” Your phone vibrated for the ninth time that hour as you paused, finally picking it up. “Sorry Scott, my group chat is insane right now.” You flickered through your chat with Malissa and Camile, laughing at the gifs they had sent you. Your phone vibrated again as you checked the chat, confused when a new notification didn’t pop up. Clicking back to your home screen your lips parted as you read over the texts from Derek.

Sourwolf; Hey! Sorry to drop this on you last minute but I’m actually going to be early, I got out of my meeting early and I couldn’t wait. I’ll be there around about half seven?  

Sourwolf; Sorry again y/n but I just didn’t know if you got my messages! I know you’re in a meeting right now, just gonna wait in the Camaro, if you’re late then i’ll just drop by your office!

You looked back at the clock, scrambling as you read the time. Seven fourty five. “Hey Scott, we’re going to have to leave it there, my date just texted me and he says he’s picking me up from the office!” You rushed your words, panic rising in your chest as he leaned forwards grabbing his bag. “Yeah, no worries!” He smiled reaching out to grab your hand as he calmed you down. “Don’t sweat it. Enjoy your night Y/N.” His words were tinged with sadness, guilt washing over you as you remembered he knew Derek. Please don’t cross paths. You wished as Scott stood, slinging his backpack over his shoulder, the golden hour sun hitting his skin. “I’ll try!” You smiled, grabbing your heels from your bag as you slipped them on. You stood shakily, your head rushing as you smoothed over yourself, taking your hair from the ponytail you haphazardly had it in. “I’ll see you in a few weeks then!” He spoke, his hand on the handle of the door as you finger combed through your hair. “A few weeks?” You stuttered, your lips pouted as you ran a gloss over them. “Spring break? I’m heading home for a while, thought I should try and see my friends.” He smiled, his eyes drawing over you once more.  

You felt shy under his examining eye, your body singing at the mere thought of him looking at you like that. “Well enjoy yourself. I’ll be heading home to Paradise for a while, maybe we’ll see each other.” You smiled as he laughed, dipping his chin to his chest. “Yeah, I’d really like that-” Your heart fluttered as you grabbed your phone and your leather jacket, a knock at the door making your heart plummet into your stomach. “Do you want me to get it?” Scott asked, pointing to the door that he stood beside as everything in you wanted to tell him to wait here whilst you left. “Sure-” You breathed, readying yourself as you grabbed your bag. “Hey man, sorry I’ll get out your way, I was just finishing a lesson with Y-” Scott gushed, finally looking up at the dark haired guy in front of him. “Derek?” He asked confused as he stepped to the side, letting Derek in the room as you stood there frozen. “Hey man, what you doing here?” Scott asked as Derek smiled, his stubble thicker than the last time you had seen him. Werewolf or not that stubble grows thick.  

“I’m picking up Y/N for our date.” He smiled, his pearly white teeth flashing as he looked at you. “Beautiful as ever of course.” He looked at you appreciatively, crossing the room as he placed his hand on the curve of your back, pressing a small kiss to your cheek as you glanced at a rather broken looking Scott. You swallowed thickly, trying to suppress the feeling of your heart breaking into a trillion pieces as he pressed his lips together slowly. “So this is your date huh?” Scott plastered a fake smile on, his eyes showing how he truly felt as Derek’s hand still pressed against you. “Yeah, me and Derek go way back!” You could almost hear how thick you were laying on the happiness, a little too much to be believable. “Well I hope you guys have a great time.” He waved, chucking Derek something. Derek lunged to catch it, his fingers gripping at the silver key. “Don’t be back too late okay?” They nodded at each other as Scott gripped at the strap of his bag, biting his lip as he left the room. You felt sick as you stood there, your fingers gripping onto the leather of your jacket as you felt your stomach lurch. “You ready to go?” Derek asked as you thought of the look on Scott’s face. Maybe it isn’t one sided. “Sure, let’s go.” you smiled, the corners of your lips not quite reaching your eyes as his hand laced with yours.  

You walked outside, the late California sun setting over the skyline, your eyes darting about as you looked at Derek, your stomach still unsettled as you walked to his Camaro. It wasn’t a long walk by much, but by the time you reached the black car your feet were on fire. “You hungry?” Not at all. Derek paused by the passenger door, opening it as you ducked your head, ready to climb in as you saw him. The look on Scott’s face in that moment both made your heart soar and fall into a pit. Mutual or not. I can’t be with him. I made my bed, now I have to lie in it. Your eyes fell from his as you climbed inside the car, your head slamming against the head rest as Derek rounded the car, sliding in next to you. “You okay?” He asked, smoothing over your hand as your head swam with thoughts. “Yeah, just really hungry.” You lied, the truth skirted as he revved the engine, peeling away from the college as you saw Scott in the rear view mirror, finally turning away, his head downturned. No matter how much it sucks.  

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