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Princess and The Dragons	By : RWBYRemnants Category: +M through R > RWBY Views: 1054 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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WARNING: Mild sensuality.

=Chapter 13
This time, Yang was the first one to the depot. Weiss felt incredibly relieved when she saw her motorcycle stashed in the back; after having hung around the chilly abandoned husk of a building for an hour last time to no avail, it was nice to walk into the situation knowing that her efforts would not be wasted.
“Hey,” Yang breathed, standing from the couch when she saw Weiss approaching. She had already taken her jacket off, and underneath was a yellow tank top that definitely would not have been allowed in school. She smoothed her palms on the thighs of her jeans, lips twitching into an awkward smile. Again, Weiss was struck by how odd it was to see such a confident woman turn into a bundle of nerves. “Um… good, you made it.”
“I did! I made it here before, too, while we weren’t talking; I know where it is.”
“You did?” Her smile slipped a little. “Wait… oh. You came by to see if I would show.”
“Yes. But it’s okay!” she told her hurriedly, skipping forward to her side and alighting a hand on her forearm. “Seriously, I just… didn’t know what else to do. Anyway, it’s in the past.”
The nervous Dragon relaxed somewhat. “God, I just feel really, really dumb. I mean, getting yelled at by the fuzz was no fun, having all the girls snapping at me for bringing you along so much when none of us knew you very well… but I knew down deep that you weren’t the problem. Just looked like you were, and… and I didn’t know what to do.”
“Well, well, well. Maybe the great Yang Xiao Long isn’t always in total control of the situation, hmm?” They both laughed, Yang distinctly embarrassed. “It’s alright. I feel stupid for not realising my stupid brother might be watching us like a Peeping Tom!”
“Yeah,” she sighed, shivering in a most un-Yang way. “Creepy. But that’s both our fault for not thinking; we’ll just have to… do better. That’s all.”
Weiss sank down on the couch, wincing in slight pain from sitting on her brand. “Now I’m really up to my neck, though. I’m a Dragon. Me! How am I supposed to maintain this without my father figuring out and my whole life being ruined?”
“You could just drop out of school,” Yang said in an easy tone as she sat down next to her, sliding an arm around her shoulders. Weiss leaned in instinctively. “Live with one of us; Kali would take you in for sure, as much as she wants a piece of your cute little peach pie.”
“Oh, stop.” When Yang laughed, she elbowed her very gently. “And I can’t do that. Not yet, at least.”
“You can’t? I mean, I didn’t expect you to, anyway, but why not?”
“Salem wants me to keep an eye on my father. That was part of the reason she even inducted me into your, um, ‘social club’ in the first place, I think. Otherwise… well, I really don’t know why.”
Yang sat there nodding for a minute or so. Then she began, “Salem… sees things the rest of us don’t. I mean, she really creeps me out sometimes, but she’s also real smart, and understands how the world works. So if you walked in and seemed like you’d make a decent Dragon, she’d make you a Dragon. What she saw in you that told her you would be… I have no idea.”
“Me, either. I'm not very tough.”
“Well… you are, but not the way I am.” Her lips pulled into a slight smile. “You're actually really strong in your own way. Ever since we started hanging out together, I’ve been pretty impressed.”
Biting her lower lip and leaning a little more into Yang’s warmth, she purred, “Dragon-strong?”
“Maybe, maybe not. Guess we’re gonna find out, Schnee.”
“Mmm. Maybe we can find out right no-OW.”
Yang drew back to look at the pain in her features. “Burn still hurts, huh?”
“Yeah. I mean, they told me it would for a couple weeks, but it’s just… intolerable! How did you all go through with this?”
“Well, for one thing, mine’s not on my butt,” she snickered, though she was at least petting along Weiss’s back to offer some comfort alongside the teasing. “Gotta admit, I’m a little mad that Salem got to claim your ass before I did.”
“Where is yours? If you don’t mind me asking.”
Against all odds, that made Yang’s petting falter, and she was silent for a moment. Then she whispered, “Not sure you’re ready to see that.”
“Maybe I am, maybe I’m not,” she breathed, echoing Yang’s words from before. “Guess we’re gonna find out.”
Yang turned to look at her properly. Then, in one fluid motion, she yanked the tank top up and over her head, displaying her chest entirely. She wasn’t wearing a brassiere! Though Weiss did instinctively yelp and cover her eyes, it was only for a brief second before she began to lower her hands.
Normally, the sight of another woman’s breasts would have been enough to hold her attention. She was not used to seeing anyone underdressed, despite the brief demonstration from Velvet. This time was different. In the center of Yang’s chest, between the two sizeable mounds, lay the little dragon brand that matched the one she now owned. It was almost flawlessly in the center, and slick and white instead of pink or red as her own would be for some time.
“Ohhh… but isn’t that- I mean, if you ever wore one of those new-fangled swimsuits… everyone would see…”
“Don’t care. I wanted it right over my heart. The Dragons are a part of me forever. Even if I left, they’d still be close to my heart, y’know?”
She noticed Yang tense when she raised a hand toward her chest. But she only ran a fingertip over the scar, feeling how slick it was compared to the other untouched skin. This was a lot closer than they had ever been before, and her own heart was rocketing into her throat. The abandoned depot grew quite silent and still as they remained in that moment, Weiss stunned by both her dedication to the Dragons and to her willingness to let another person get so close to her so easily.
Then she smirked. “Liar.”
“Huh?”
“That’s not why you had it put here. You just wanted an excuse to flash any girls you got to come visit your secret lair.”
Blinking down at her for a long few seconds of shock, Yang finally snorted and grinned. “Yeah, you sure got me. But you fell for it the same as all the others.”
“Guess so. I’m a sucker for a tall, strong, dangerous biker.” Her hand smoothed up and down between the soft mounts, and Yang’s eyes closed. “But really… I’ve never known anyone like you.”
“Mmm… and I’ve never known anyone like you. Most girls from Atlas Heights… they’re comfortable there. They’d rather pretend not to see me than try and… figure out if I’m worth talking to.”
“Well, I’m not like most girls anywhere, from anywhere.”
“Very true.” Her eyes slid open, and they were dark now, heavy-lidded and gazing straight down at Weiss as her hand came up to lift her chin. Locking their gaze. Connecting them. “You’re… the best one.”
“What?”
“The best girl there ever was. Anywhere, from anywhere. It’s you.”
That stole her breath completely, and she felt her stomach disappear. Her lips parted to reply, but no words came; what could she say to that? Her eyes flicked down to the hand pressing into Yang’s heart, then back up to the eyes so sure of themselves, not blinking or wavering from her in the slightest.
“I’m in love with a brute,” she admitted, voice barely a whisper.
Yang took her lips right then, desperate, needy where Yang was so usually so confident and reassuring. Weiss had to be the one to reassure her this time. Her other hand came up to rest on her neck, grazing up to tangle in her hair and then back down to her shoulder. This time, when a tongue poked at her bottom lip she opened willingly, and only let out a groan of need when it entered her mouth, found her own. It was glorious. It was too much, it was not enough - it was Yang.
They shifted again and Weiss let out a grunt of pain. Yang parted from her mouth to whisper, “You alright?”
“Golly, no,” she answered honestly. “But… it’s my brand.”
“Right, here.” Yang leaned back, pulling Weiss on top of her.
“OH! Yang, what do you- th-this position is so unseemly!”
Laughing softly, she gazed up at Weiss with a huge smile. The waves of blonde hair pooling all around her, soft breasts above hard abdomen, alluring eyes… they were so inviting in a way Weiss couldn’t resist. Or at least, she was having a very difficult time doing so.
“You gonna make me yours, Schnee?”
“N-not that easily! I’m not a trollop!”
“You keep saying that…” Her hands alighted on Weiss’s hips, clutching very slightly. “And you also said you didn’t want me to be your brute. Look how that changed.”
Weiss smirked a little, leaning down until their noses were touching. “I said I didn’t want you to be a brute to me. And I didn’t. This is the only Yang I want; one who doesn’t try to push me around.”
“I didn’t push. I nudged.” Weiss laughed out loud at that, and Yang giggled along with her as she took her lips again, only toying with them for a moment. “Mmm, yeah. But you were right; I’m not Cinder, and you’re not Velvet. Nobody owns nobody. What we got, babe? It’s… everything I’ve ever wanted.”
This time, it was the princess who lost control, recklessly crashing their lips together as they breathed each other in, slid hands up and down sides. Once, Yang’s brushed her scar but she barely flinched and Yang was moving the hand again, keeping that one on her back from then on. Their hips began to shift back and forth, tongues sliding over each other more than Weiss would have dreamed herself capable of handling. It was all new, and insane, and wonderful.
Finally, Yang broke the kiss to whisper, “You like those?”
“I think so,” she admitted, squeezing her breast again, flicking her thumb over the nipple. Yang sucked in a breath and let it out shakily. “And you like that I like them.”
“Sure. When you’re not… twisting it like I’m a ham radio.” When Weiss pinched a little tighter, she hissed in through her teeth again before grinning up at the princess. “Mmm, feels good. Want me to show you?”
“What?” When a fingerless-gloved hand began sliding up her blouse, over the buttons, she pushed it away with her free hand. “Stop that, you cad.”
“Me? Cad?”
“Yes, you.” But the hand did fall to her waist instead, and she pouted. “Aww, you gave up so easily.”
“I did what my princess asked, okay? That’s what non-cads do.”
Grinning, she leaned down again to kiss her. “My favourite non-cad. And my favourite Dragon.”
“Funny, you’re my favourite Dragon, too.”
Being called that shot a weird thrill through Weiss that had nothing to do with their bodies being so close. The idea of being a gang member was still so fresh and raw that almost every time it was brought up, Weiss felt the fear all over again. An uncertainty about the future.
“It’s too new, huh?” When Weiss only blinked down at her, Yang nodded a little. “I get it. Seen that look in Ilia’s eyes. Emerald’s. Vernal’s. You’re allowed to be a little crazy from all this.”
“No, no,” she reassured Yang, kissing her lips gently again before laying down on top of her, head nestling next to hers. Instantly, both hands were on her back again. “Well… yes. But I don’t regret what I did.”
“You sure?”
“No.”
“That’s normal, too,” she said with a subdued chuckle. “But I’m gonna be here for you, okay?”
“Promise?”
“I promise, Schnee.” After a moment to think, she changed it. “I promise, Weiss.”
Her lips pushed into Yang’s neck. “Thank you, Yang. And… um…”
“What?”
“About what I said a few minutes ago. I’m sorry if it was too soon. Maybe we’re not ready for that yet. Everything’s going crazy, and it’s hard for me to keep track of all this, a-and here you are taking me back and kissing me when I only just barely convinced you that I didn’t rat on your whole-”
“I love you, too.”
“What? Really?”
Yang pushed her back just enough so they could look at each other. “Yeah. Sorry I didn’t say it back right away. Just… wanted to kiss you a lot more than I wanted to say it.”
Her shy smile was laced with a bright red blush. “Are we really in love? Us? This is kooky!”
“A little kooky, but in all the best ways,” she laughed.
“Look at us! We’re two girls, from completely different sides of town, playing back seat bingo - and we don’t even have a back seat!”
“Will you cool off, spaz? Everything’s fine! I mean it.” Her hands smoothed up and down her sides again, and Weiss scoffed, settling in. “It feels good. You feel good, and I like hanging out with you. That’s all that matters, isn’t it?”
Deflating on top of her, Weiss began to pet along her shoulder and upper arm. “I suppose… oh, you’re right. I promise, eventually I’ll stop flipping my lid over this. Someday.”
“And I’ll believe it when I see it, my squirmy little princess.” That earned her a hard poke to her side, and she yelped, “HEY!”
“RUDE! A rude brute! I can’t believe I like you!”
“You more than like me - you loooooove me!”
“I do not!”
“Too late, you said you did!”
“I take it back!”
“No takesies-backsies, Schnee! I’m yours forever!” But immediately after, Weiss was slapping both hands over Yang’s mouth, trying to get her to be quiet. It wasn’t working.

The time came for Weiss to report downstairs and check if Pyrrha was waiting for her yet. Yang had pulled her tank top back on when she started to feel a little chilly, and they had been talking ever since. It was nice to just talk with her sometimes.
“And that’s how you got it? A table?”
“Yep,” she sighed, scratching at the thin ribbon of scar tissue below her eye. “Pretty boring story.”
“Not boring enough,” Yang growled, grinding one fist into the opposite palm. “You bled, Schnee. I’d like to thump him on his stupid-”
“You’ll do no such thing. Don’t forget, Salem wants me to stay close, keep being Daddy’s Girl for a little while longer. You have to wait until after that mission is over before anyone thinks about any kind of ‘payback’, alright?”
Voice as helpless as could be while this angry, the Dragon snapped, “But he knocked you into a table! You had to get stitches! That’s not how a dad’s supposed to act!”
“Really? This coming from the woman who had bruises a week or so ago from her loving parent?”
“That’s different. I mean, everyone already knows Raven’s no prize mother.”
At that, Weiss deflated, curling a little tighter around Yang’s side. “I’m sorry. Maybe I shouldn’t have brought that up.”
“Nah…” Sighing to let out her lingering tension, she hugged her back. “It was fair. I’m all hot under the collar about your dad hitting you, when I was telling you to ignore Mom laying into me.”
“Very true. It is a double-standard. Still, I’m sorry.” They relaxed for a moment longer. Weiss didn’t want to go. She didn’t want to give up this one moment of respite from everything and everyone. “Is… there any way…”
“Hm?”
“Could I try meeting her again? On her terms, instead of… of how it happened last time. Just to see if we could be friends.”
Yang sucked in a breath through her teeth, sitting up a little straighter and encouraging Weiss to do the same. Seemed she had noticed her checking her watch so frequently, after all. “Not so hot of an idea, Schnee. Raven doesn’t want anything to do with my friends, or the Dragons, or anyone at all.”
“She’s the mother of my girlfriend. Shouldn’t I meet her at some point?”
They both gazed at each other in the same moment, realising what Weiss had said. Forgetting her train of thought, she smiled sheepishly and dipped her head lower.
“Maybe. For now, let me just get used to having a princess all to myself.”
“Stop,” Weiss murmured, smiling a little wider. The kiss on her forehead enlarged that.
In short order, she escorted Weiss out front to look for Pyrrha. Eventually, they saw the Studebaker idling around the corner, so she turned back to kiss her cheek.
“Same time tomorrow?”
“Well… is there any way your gal pal could drop you off near Shopkeep’s? Around the corner. She doesn’t have to come in with you again unless she wants to.”
Weiss shrugged non-committally. “Sure. I mean, as far as I know. But we’ll try for around the same time, okay?”
“Sounds like a plan.”
“Wonderful!” Another little kiss, and Yang hummed her gratitude before taking Weiss’s lips again. A thrill shot through her at the idea of anyone else seeing them, but she decided not to care in the moment. Then she reclaimed her voice enough to whisper, “See you then, brute.”
“Later, Princess.”
As she climbed into the passenger seat, Pyrrha was beaming widely at her, and Weiss felt distinctly bashful about the whole situation. However, even through that bashfulness shone her true gratitude and glee at having smoothed everything over. No dark shadow cast by her imposing father could truly outshine the Dragons.
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