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White Noise
By : RWBYRemnants
Category: +M through R > RWBY
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Disclaimer: RWBY is not mine and I make no money from this fic
Chapter List
- 14
- 15
- 16
THIS CHAPTER: tit-teasing/nipple play, cunnilingus, 69, anal-poking.

=Chapter 15
The morning dawned chilly but beautiful on Ruby Rose as she stretched out in bed. It was, in fact, the small air bed next to Penny's, which she had kept herself to out of respect for Penny's fathers. Sure, they cuddled for a little while before she crawled down into it, but at least she actually slept where she was supposed to, right?
Then she realized her feet were cold because they were sticking out from under the blanket. Frowning down at them, she shrugged and sat up, scratching her ribs. When she glanced over to see if Penny was already up she found she was, bed entirely abandoned.
"Oh. Well… okay, then!" Yawning, she used the bedframe to push herself up, searched the nightstand for her glasses and headed for the door.
Which assaulted her with the scent of fresh eggs and bacon the moment it was open. Breakfast! She had been thinking about a shower, but that dismissed all thoughts of one from her mind. Clomping down the stairs, she called out, "PENNY!"
As expected, Penny was the one starting breakfast. It had become a ritual on Saturday mornings, to get up slightly earlier, cook fried breakfast for both her fathers – one she missed when she was on the other side of the country. But this time she had additional guests to cater for.
"Good morning, Ruby!" Penny greeted her. She knew what she liked at least, pancakes with strawberry jam. Although she still didn't know what the other guests would want. "I'm making your pancakes after the scrambled eggs are done, but could you ask Yang and Weiss what they'd like? I guessed Yang wants bacon, but I'm not sure about Weiss… does she have any dietary restrictions?"
"Yeah, Yang’s all about eggs and bacon! Weiss seems like a crêpe suzette kind of girl, but I honestly wouldn't know – I don’t remember anything breakfasty from her interviews." Then her silver eyes shot wide. "OH! She likes coffee! I know that for sure!"
"She can't really eat coffee though, Ruby." She began to chuckle to herself, flipping the pieces of bacon over in the pan to keep them cooking evenly, followed by the omelette and eggs.
"I'll go ask," Ruby said pleasantly, turning to bounce back upstairs.
"Yaaaang," she called softly as she eased the door to the guest room open – only to feel her progress impeded. "Oh. What the… ugh. YANG! Stop leaving your dirty clothes behind the door!"
Shoving the door harder, she slowly began to get it open a little at a time. Bit by bit, the door budged open with each of her shoves. Until eventually, after enough budging, it was open enough for her to see inside.
And there was an unexpected sight. Curled around her idol, huddling her closely against her body, was her sister. Both seemed to be naked, judging by the bare shoulders that were poking out of the top of the covers from either side, with Yang's arm loosely hanging over the diva's stomach, Weiss's hand cupped around hers. Somehow they managed to remain the entire night in such a position without getting too warm.
But from the noise of the suitcase being shifted by the door, Yang had started to stir, eyes tightening a moment before they began to flutter open. She hadn't recognised her sister's presence yet.
All Ruby could think to say was, "Oh my God." And even that was muttered under her breath. She couldn't move, couldn't think – this wasn't real. It couldn't be! Firstly, she couldn't believe she was walking in on her sister cuddling somebody while naked – and the knowledge of what that implied they were doing the night before made her ears turn a bit pinker than usual. And then on top of that…
Weiss. THE Weiss, naked. Weiss naked in the same room with her. That definitely made the redness spread from her ears to the rest of her face.
For a moment longer, Yang just squeezed Weiss a little closer to her, pressing a soft kiss against her neck. She wasn't even aware that they now had an audience, especially not her sister. That was until she began to look toward the door, then spotted it was slightly open. And then saw a pair of wide silver eyes staring right at her.
"Uuuhh… I, uh… I can explain?!"
"You… that's…" Her finger came up to point at Weiss, but she couldn't seem to articulate any further. Finally she just squeaked out, "Wrong room!" and slammed the door shut behind her.
Weiss. Yang and Weiss. Together. Weiss naked - 'No, don't think about that,' she told herself firmly. 'You already said you weren't going to anymore, and now that Yang is with her…' Then she had a whole new set of really unwelcome images in her head. Yang banging people was already gross, but did it have to be Weiss?!
"N-no wait! Ruby!" Having to shuffle back away from Weiss, she quickly managed to slide out the other side of the bed, quickly fetching her clothes up from the corner of the room and throwing them on as fast as she could. This couldn't be happening! Ruby couldn't find out she and Weiss were together like this!
As she slid her shorts back on, she looked over to Weiss again. Still dead to the world. She'd have to be warned later when she was more aware of what was going on. Once dressed she dashed out the room in an attempt to chase her sister. By that time, Weiss had finally been roused enough to manage a mumbled "Huh?" before Yang was gone.
Ruby was only sitting at the top of the stares, a sort of dazed expression in place. Her arms were folded over her chest as she rocked back and forth. It took Yang walking straight past the stairs and down the hallway before she backtracked, staring down at her seemingly stunned younger sister. Where should she start? Not only had she just found out her sister was still dating women, and that she was dating someone Ruby had fantasised about for a few years at least… she'd also found out many facts about Weiss that she didn't want exposed yet. Like that she was queer, her secret lover was a trans woman, and she'd even seen her somewhat naked!
First things first, she cleared her throat, trying to get her attention. "R-Ruby?"
"AH!" Ruby yelped, turning to stare up at her fearfully – and then sighing in relief that Yang was at least dressed in her usual shorts-and-tank combo. "G-good morning! I'm… yes, hello! Hi!"
"Hey… um, listen…" Taking a seat next to her sister, she stared outward into nothing just as she was doing, cheeks as red as anything once again. She couldn't even look at her. "I'm… really sorry you had to walk in on that."
"On what?!" Ruby squawked with a nervous giggle. "I saw nothing! I mean, you two were there, but nothing was happening! N-not that I would want to have seen anything, of course – definitely not both of you doing anything! That would just be really weird! Weird with a beard!"
"Ruby, you're rambling." She managed to stop her before she went on for too long, finally looking around to her again. There was no comment specifically against the two of them being together, which was a good sign. "And uh, I’m sorry I didn't tell you at our lunch. You never know who's listening, y’know?"
Then her eyes widened even more – as if that were possible – and she finally looked up at Yang. "Wait, you mean… you mean this has been going on before now? That it wasn't just… I don't know, celebrity people have hook-ups sometimes, right?" Then her voice bumped up another octave. "Not that I'm saying you're just a hook-up! Not at all! Oh…"
Letting her sister fall silent for a small moment, Yang finally placed a hand on her shoulder, bringing her in toward her. Despite the fact she was her older sister, and such a gesture was a particularly brotherly thing to do, it was a habit she never really managed to shift.
"It's been a thing for a month," Yang started to confess, eyes turning away in slight embarrassment. "Remember when I told you about Weiss finding out about me? That's… when it began."
"It was?" Ruby swallowed, beginning to choose her words more carefully. "You didn't… I mean, it's not because of your condition, is it? I don’t think Weiss would be like that, but I have to make sure…" Clearly, the next part was much harder for her. "Because she might be one of my idols, but if she's misgendering my sister, I’m gonna-"
"No, it's nothing like that!" Although hearing how much Ruby cared about her really touched her, made her bring her in for a tender squeeze. "She screwed up a few times at first, yeah. But first we kissed before she even knew about that, so the feelings were there, anyway. Then once she learnt and I explained what she didn't know, she’s… well, not perfect, but she really wants to learn and she’s doing great so far."
Nodding, Ruby relaxed against her for a moment. "Okay, good. I mean, she's the coolest person ever, and you're the coolest sister ever, and if she wasn't treating you as cool as you deserve, then that wouldn't be… cool, you know?"
"Nope, it really wouldn't be cool." Yang nodded in agreement. "She is an awesome person, you can trust that. She's just… Remember how I said her dad was real strict?"
"Oh, yeah you kinda mentioned that."
"Well…" She quickly leant back away from Ruby, looking down the hallway back toward their room for a moment. The door was still shut, Weiss hadn't left. Perfect. Keeping her voice low as she looked back to Ruby again, she went on, "He's super Christian, raised her with all the rules and everything. And I mean, everything. Seriously, it’s pretty incredible she didn’t try to burn me at the stake or whatever. She’s really messed up."
"Well, I knew that – I mean, about her being a Christian. Her early work was all super religious." Then she tilted her head slightly, her blush finally beginning to fade now that they were on to a more serious topic. "What do you mean, messed up? Like how?"
Yet again another look to the door. This was clearly something she shouldn't be telling her without Weiss's consent. But Ruby needed to know, in order to understand fully. "She's so down on herself, Ruby. Took her weeks to get over falling for a girl, she's hated her own body for years… and she’s so worried about him finding out about all this, and honestly, I am too."
A pained look crossed the younger sister's features. "Oh… so he's that kind of person. Great." Then her eyebrows shot up. "But how can she hate her body?! It's gorgeous – she's perfect!"
"It’s, uh… personal stuff I can’t tell you about. Really, I shouldn't be saying any of this so please please don't tell her…"
"No way – my lips are sealed!" she squeaked, making a "zipping" motion across them. "I'm sorry, you can tell me to shut up, I won't ask any more questions!"
"Hey, you're fine okay? I trust you. I just… wanted to let you know this isn't open knowledge. And I know you want stuff for your blog but that's outta bounds, alright?"
Ruby's face paled. Partly because she was worried about this getting out, what it would mean for her sister… but also because she realized that this was exactly the kind of thing she would blog about if it wouldn't affect someone she knew personally.
"O-okay, I got it, Sis. I won't tell a soul that you're… together, together."
"Thanks. You're the best sister ever, you know that?" She tugged Ruby in for a tight hug of their own, even ruffling her hair with one of her hands. But straight after she smirked. "So, how does it feel knowing your idol's as queer as you are?"
"We… might need to stop talking about this," she laughed nervously, rubbing her face. After a second, though, she burst out, "You know I have a crush on her! Had! Had one, but I'm not really past it completely – and even though it's a celebrity crush, which means I didn't expect anything to happen, it was… I've thought things about her! Things nobody should ever think about their sister's girlfriend!"
Hunching her shoulders slightly, she laughed nervously. She'd known Ruby had a crush on her for a while, and in a way, that made the situation even worse. "Yeah… About that, sorry… I hope you don't feel like I swooped in and zoomed your ‘waifu’."
"Not really," Ruby sighed, even though her voice sounded quite defeated. "You just… you like her, she likes you. My crush doesn't matter in the face of that – and it shouldn't, of course!" Then she cleared her throat. "Weeelllllll, this is definitely the fastest way for me to get past the crush, because thinking about my sister with her… that kinda throws cold water over the whole fantasy!"
Cheeks brightening yet again, she couldn't help but let out a slightly cheeky giggle, looking up at the ceiling innocently. "I suppose so, glad I could help with that." But after a moment, she nudged her sister with her elbow. "What about Penny though, huh? She's a real cutie."
Giggling quietly, in a way that was both self-conscious and excited, Ruby added, "She is. I'm really happy we're in each other's lives. Sometimes… nah, you don't wanna hear about this."
Smiling innocently as possible, she leant in toward her in a teasing manner. "Try me."
"Well…" Lowering her voice even more, she went on, "I assume if we talk about this, we can have a similar 'nobody knows about this' policy? Cuz like, I get that me telling about Weiss would be a much bigger deal because she's a celebrity, but I still don't want Penny thinking I'd tell just anybody our secret stuff."
"Scouts honour! Even though I was never a Scout." But stopping herself before she too ended up rambling, she leant in. "Go on?"
Shrugging in defeat on the topic of scouts versus brownies, the smaller girl said, "Penny's asexual. And like, she loves making out and cuddling and all that stuff? But she also doesn't want to do anything… um… further." Clearing her throat, she went on, "Like she's cool with me doing it to myself while we're kissing, but she gets uncomfortable about the whole thing, so I've only tried that a couple times. Everything else about her is great, but that part is… it's different."
"So, she's ace, but you're not?" She began to keep her voice down as well, but judging by the sound of the sizzling food still, there was no chance Penny would be able to hear what was being discussed. "Well… are you really okay with that? Because that's something that if you don't think you will be, she's gotta know. Gotta be honest because it’s too important."
"So far, I am. I mean… I don't really know how I feel about… d-doing things with actual people, to be completely honest. Not yet, anyway. But I think I would have tried it if I wasn’t with Penny, I guess." An awkward little laugh floated out of her. "Is this super weird to be talking to my sister about?"
Shrugging her shoulders, Yang ruffled her hair once again. "Hey, you can talk to me about anything. I mean, it was weird enough for your brother to turn around and say he's actually your sister, right?"
"But that was about who you are!" Ruby protested, grabbing Yang's arm hard, trying to make sure she impressed upon her how important her words were. "And okay, I was weirded out at first because we were talking about… parts, and stuff, but it wasn't that bad, and it was so important! So never apologise for that, okay?!"
Unable to help herself, she leant in against Ruby's side, hugging her yet again. They'd been through this whole speech before, but as always, her sister's loyalty nearly bought her to tears. But still, they were off topic.
"Good. So you don't apologise for talking to me about this stuff, okay? Seriously, you're gonna have to say something really ridiculous to phase me. Like you've been in an eight-person gangbang in a closet or something."
That easily, the younger sibling turned to stone. A stone statue with an extremely ruddy face.
"You're pulling my leg, right?" But when she was appearing more and more serious, the jokey expression on Yang’s face started to vanish. "…Right?"
"I…" But luckily, the door to the guest room clicking open saved Ruby the need to answer. Instead, she overcompensated for knowing about their night together by being a bit cheerier than usual. "W-WEISS! HI! HELLO, HI, HOW ARE YOU THIS MORNING?!?!?"
Such actions made Yang cringe, closing her eyes even tighter than normal when she hunched her shoulders. But nonetheless, she stood from their impromptu seat. "Morning, sleepy-head!"
"Hmmhh," Weiss groaned, wobbling as she walked. A very telling wobble. However, she was now dressed in the same fuzzy socks and nightshirt from the night previous; nobody would have been the wiser, if not for Ruby stumbling upon the scene.
"H-how did you sleep?" Ruby asked nervously. "That bed was pretty comfortable when I used it last…" Then she buried her face in her hands. Apparently, realizing that Weiss and Yang had used the same bed she slept in for other activities was not helping matters much.
Realising herself that Ruby would soon have to return to that bed, she couldn't help but cringe again, looking over to her sister as she mouthed the words 'sorry' to her. But soon after, she looked back up at her girlfriend again, smiling softly. The sleepy expression of Weiss was everything she adored.
"Seemed you slept well, huh Weiss-y?"
"Yeah," she sighed as she sank down next to Yang on that top step, rubbing the corner of one eye idly. "Didn't think you'd already be up when I woke up… up."
"I, uh… had help." She quickly glanced toward Ruby again. She'd know exactly what was meant of course, but the diva would be none the wiser. In fact… a certain ginger-haired girl helped play into another meaning it could be.
"Ruby? Did you ask Weiss and Yang what they wanted?"
"OH! No, I didn't yet - they were just waking up!" Turning to them, she asked, "What did you guys want for breakfast?"
"Hmm? Oh…" Shrugging, Weiss yawned as she asked, "Do you have any grapefruit? But really, I'm fine with whatever."
"I can have a look, but I'm mainly doing hot things! Like pancakes or eggs and bacon!" Penny called up again from the foot of the stairs.
And right away the blonde bruiser licked her lips, patting her belly contently. "Eggs and bacon, now we're talkin’."
"Great! Let's go get some of that eggs and bacon!"
With a happy grin, Ruby began bouncing down the stairs. As Weiss got up to follow her and Yang, her brow furrowed. "Wait… why were we all sitting on the stairs just now?"
When Weiss was at her level, she placed a hand on her shoulder, waiting till Ruby was enough out of earshot again. She had every right to know now, at least to put her mind at ease. "She walked in on us… cuddling. So I just explained. Was no big deal, trust me."
"Oh, okay. Do you think I have time t-" Then Weiss was jumping back so violently that she almost fell over the railing.
"SHE WHAT?!?!"

Thirty minutes into Weiss's first New York performance and she had the crowd wrapped around her finger. She'd already performed three of her singles before seguing into some deep cuts, leaving megahits like “Broken Mirror” till last as something to wait for. Complete with the lighting, occasional pyrotechnics display, and background dancers, it was a spectacle to behold.
A sight her girlfriend was seeing first hand. Nestled in stage left, Yang was out of sight but had the perfect vantage point. She wouldn't get the same experience that the audience got, but it didn't matter anymore. She had her own experience with Weiss now, whenever she was off the stage.
She let out a sigh of relief as her mind wandered back to their conversation about Ruby. Poor Weiss had nearly jumped through the roof! But considering it was Yang’s sister – and that she was queer herself – it had been a lot less frightening for the closeted pop star than if it were someone else finding out, so she was able to calm down in time for their breakfast to only be slightly less warm.
They also promised themselves to actually lock the door when they went to bed next time.
More and more, she had begun to think about the whole of the situation. She was the first partner Weiss had ever had, her first kiss, her first lover. Considering her Christian upbringing, it meant a lot to her that Weiss could think that Yang was the one for her. The One. And the more Yang watched her girlfriend perform, the more she could only smile, humming contently to herself as she folded her arms. It had only been a month, but perhaps Weiss was ready to hear that very special word from her. The L word.
"Locoweed."
That was not the L word she meant.
When Yang turned around, it was to see Winter Schnee, with another clipboard in her hand and a sour expression hitched into place – as usual. When Yang didn't respond immediately, she continued, "Or 'La Buena'. That's why I can't find anything in the system about you before the past few years, isn't it? You did time for ferrying drugs up from some Latin American country or other, and you made some kind of deal with the FBI to get a new identity in exchange for information on your suppliers. Admit it!"
Because of the volume of the music, Yang barely understood a word of Winter's strange accusation. When on earth did Winter even get to New York?! Last time she was around at one of Weiss's concert, Weiss was held at knife point and almost taken away, and that seemed like months ago – even if it was only a few weeks. Still, she stepped away from the side of the stage, rolling her eyes now that she had to miss half of her girlfriend performing "Below Zero".
"What was that? Sorry, was enjoying the show. Nice to see you again, Winter!" Kill her with kindness, right?
"Don't dodge the question," Winter snapped immediately, pointing her pen at the bodyguard. "I want to know why you have no history before these past few years!"
Yang rolled her eyes; this was about to be a very long conversation if Winter wasn't going to give in. Stepping within range where she could hear her properly, she said, "What is your deal? Why do you have to snoop on my history anyway? It was your dad's decision to hire me, and I'm doing a good job! Why is that not enough?"
"You have something to hide and I mean to find out what it is! Were you with the CIA? Are you in the Witness Protection Program? That's it – you were in the Chinese mafia, and now you're on the lamb!"
"Wow, okay. Thanks for that random racism throwback." Yang folded her arms, leaning back against the wall as she listened to each of Winter's ridiculous accusations. "Why do you think that you not finding info means I have something to hide? Even worse, why would you jump to assuming I've committed some kind of big crime?!"
Finally, Winter stepped closer until they were nose to nose, her perfectly-positioned fringe brushing against Yang's messy bangs. "Because I don't trust you. Not with my little sister's life. Just because you have protected her in the past doesn’t mean you have no ulterior motive, and I will never stop digging until I find-"
"Oh just shut up already!" Having had enough, Yang glared straight back at the older girl, having no problem with even placing one hand on her shoulder and pushing her out of her personal space. Maybe she had to tell her something. When Weiss first heard of Yang's birthname, she assumed the only change was one letter, nothing more about it. Unless one was Chinese themselves, that would be all the perceptible difference between the two names: one letter, rather than male and female. If Winter was truly never going to stop digging, never going to stop accusing her, did she have much of a choice?
"You really want to find out all my past? Get that dumb tablet of yours and try searching ‘Ying Xiao Long’ this time. No criminal record, no crazy FBI bio or whatever… totally clean. Maybe then you'll leave me alone and just let me help you protect Weiss!"
The instant she heard that, she was scribbling "Ying" onto the page of her clipboard. That wasn't the end of it, of course. Raising her pen back up, she hissed, "This isn't over. In the meantime, if so much as a hair gets shifted out of place on her head, I'm coming for you first, Blondie. I would die for her. Can you say the same?" Then she turned and walked back off into the wings, snapping at a stagehand who was in her way to move or be removed.
"Funny, because the last time she was in harm's way was because of you!" She made sure to get that comment out before Winter was completely out of view, gradually returning to her position at the stage side again. She'd missed that one song, but there was still far more to go.
It was only after a while she began to gather her thoughts on what had just happened. She just gave her deadname out to Winter. A part of her hoped she would remain professional, only check the police records to make sure they were clean and leave it at that. But the more she thought about that, the more unlikely it seemed. If Winter was going to search she was going to dig and dig until she found something. But so what if she did? Telling Weiss would do nothing, considering she knew all that now and had accepted it. Telling their father would only make Weiss argue with them both, with her inevitably winning; and there was no way that she would tell the press when it could ruin her sister's career…
Would she?

When Weiss finally made her way backstage after a second encore, all she wanted to do was peel off her sweat-soaked clothing and sleep for six days. Of course, that wasn't possible, because she was expected to meet and greet two or three fans with backstage passes – which, ever the professional, she did. That took up another hour of her time. By the time all that was over, she practically fell into her dressing room.
"Someone carry me to the bus," she groaned as she sank down into the provided couch.
"Hold on, princess. You still got a bike ride to Penny's yet." Any other time, Yang would have carried the sleepy Weiss back to the tour bus and tucked her into bed. But when bed was across the city, they needed to wake her up again – and change her into better travelling clothes. With that in mind she locked the door, turning to face her. "Ready to get into a tracksuit? Probably more comfortable."
"Yeah," she agreed, her glittering translucent high heels already clattering to the ground. "Just… yeah, go for it."
"A-okay." She smiled contently, wandering over to the neatly folded casual clothes Weiss had prepared on her dressing table for the events after the show. As she unfolded them, her smile turned into a grin. "I actually had time to watch tonight! Dunno if you saw."
A quiet but satisfied little smile pulled at her lips as she snuggled deeper into the couch. "I did! I love seeing you there… when I can, of course."
"Yeah. I mean, I kinda missed ‘Below Zero’ because of-" Quickly stopping herself, she cleared her throat to buy herself some time. No, telling Weiss about Winter would only worry her. She didn't need the stress. "Of, uh, a staff member asking questions."
"Mm, good." Her breaths were already getting deeper and slower as she laid there. "That's… beautiful…"
Noticing Weiss was getting considerably slack against the sofa, she chuckled to herself, tossing the pair of pants right at her face. "C'mon, sleepy head, you can't sleep yet!"
"Watch me," she half-giggled, trying to roll over and failing. "Unzip me first. Then I can just get out of this when I get up."
"Unzip me first, then I can just get out of this whenyehnyeh," Yang mocked in a ridiculously whingey voice, pulling a silly face for when Weiss went to glare at her.
But still, she did as she was asked, smiling as she placed one hand on her shoulder, the other gently pulling down the zip of her fuchsia dress as commanded. The hand on her shoulder began to work its magic as well, kneading into the tense muscles and working away at them gradually, thumb pressing into the harder spots.
"Ooohhh," Weiss groaned in appreciation, relaxing into the touch. "Oh, that's… magic! If you could just… yeah, a little more of that? Sorry, wow I am wiped…"
"Sure thing, princess."
Unlike the first time Yang tried her hand at massaging Weiss, now she was completely comfortable with such affairs. Hearing each and every contented noise she made when Yang hit the tougher spots and broke them down was what she craved, even if the occasional moan was sending shivers down her own spine, and heat into her trousers. Now that her bare back was exposed, she began to work both shoulders, and gradually progressed down her back. Might as well get her completely unwound before she got dressed again; she would feel less grumpy.
"How can you be so good to me?" Weiss breathed as the dress was peeled further down her body, exposing more of her back to the ministrations of her bodyguard. "I… spend all day with publicists and hairdressers and all kinds of people, and then you just… dig in with your thumbs, and you're so much more awesome…"
Digging in toward the bottom of her spine, just above her hips, Yang smiled at that remark, leaning down to press a soft kiss between her shoulder blades. "Because I can offer you the services they can't? Let's call ‘em girlfriend perks."
The tiny sigh was too cute and too pure. "Yeah. Girlfriend perks. I got those… in spades." As Yang's hands worked, she began to wriggle against them, head weaving back and forth slightly. "Mmmhhh… so perfect…"
Straddling over Weiss's legs on the sofa, she continued to work her magic, continually kneading at the tense muscles of her lower back, continuing to pepper between her shoulder blades with kisses again and again. It was certainly girlfriend perks that were in play here. But eventually such kisses began to brew an ulterior motive, made obvious by how they were rising upward, until they were at her neck instead.
"Ooh, ooh…" The way she was beginning to writhe more and more made it clear that she was beginning to respond to the simple actions. After a few more kisses, she whispered, "Tell me… what you want from me, baby…"
"God, you sound so hot when you talk like that…" Why? That sort of teasing “dirty talk” wasn’t something that did much for Yang before, yet when Weiss did it, it drove her insane. Maybe it was the taboo of it – that in effect, Weiss really was the good girl gone bad.
Or perhaps because she knew that she wouldn't speak to anyone else that way. To anyone else, Yang was Weiss's loyal employee, doing as she was told with the odd sarcastic comment. But behind closed doors, sometimes the roles were switched. Yang was more commanding than her. It was certainly apparent in this case.
"What do I want from you?" she repeated, beginning to slide her hands around her diva's hips. "This dress off completely, for a start."
Humming in satisfaction, she raised her hindquarters up for Yang to slide it off easily, then raised her knees and shins in succession until the dress was gone. All that was left was a very sheer fuchsia thong – probably in place to prevent any errant upskirt pictures from finding their way all over the internet. Her girlfriend growled low in appreciation, tossing the dress to one side as she half closed her eyes. Lust filled her mind when she looked down at Weiss's body, staring hungrily. She wanted to kiss it, continually.
"Turn over," she commanded. "Lemme see what I have here…"
The look Weiss gave her over her shoulder was mischievous, almost more like a child about to start a game of tag rather than a woman flirting with her bodyguard. "But I thought you were giving me a massage. What is it you need to see?"
"What kind of question is that?" she asked, idly tracing a fingertip up and down her spine teasingly. "Do I really need a reason to want to see my perfect girlfriend's bangin’ body?"
As had happened before, Weiss's eyes closed for a moment when she heard the word "perfect". She still had trouble believing that could apply to her, even after their positive bedroom experiences had proven Yang didn't care about the very slight asymmetry of one part of herself. But after a moment, she opened them again as she slowly rolled over onto her back, looking up at her bodyguard.
"Suppose you don't."
"There we go." Now she could gaze at Weiss in all her glory. It was remarkable now to see her so much more confident about her body, even if it was still a work in progress; at least now, she wasn't scrambling to hide her body as soon as possible. Nor did she protest when Yang's hands fell to her hips again, fingers hooking the waistband of her underwear as she started to pull them down.
However, there was a shaky laugh as she was stripped entirely. "You… really don't waste any time, do you?" Biting her bottom lip, she gazed up at Yang affectionately, thighs pressing together – not overly hard, but just out of habit.
"Not when it's you," she agreed, leaning back in toward her again to begin kissing her neck and collarbone. As her lips worked their magic, her hands wasted no time trailing upward to her petite breasts and beginning to grope and knead at them instead. Yang had always loved them, even if they were rather small. They were a perfect size for her to get her hands around.
"Nnhhh," she sighed easily, petting her hand up and down Yang's neck. Before now, she'd never given much thought to how nice it felt to have her chest teased. It was such a muted, pleasant feeling… until Yang brushed over the peaks. Then sensation burst forth, causing her to bite her lip harder, throwing her head back.
Opening one of her eyes to look up at Weiss's expression, she began to smirk. That was new… and it was something she liked. Drawing her thumbs in circles around the sensitive peaks, even pressing in against them, she continued to watch what she was doing, what responses she was giving.
Shuddering gasps spilled out of Weiss at the attentions. Yang had never ignored them, not really, but this was more extended play than she was accustomed to… and she didn't mind it in the slightest. Opening her mouth, she licked her lips as her back arched upward more and more, as if seeking out the wandering hands on its own without any prompting from her mind.
So she was going to give her more. Far more. At first, Yang was aiming to simply turn Weiss on enough to pin her against the sofa and show her what going hard really meant, as she’d promised. Seemed that idea had now changed. Now, her kisses were heading down the middle of her cleavage as they aimed for her left breast. Once at the peak, she took it into her mouth, suckling on it gently.
"A-aahhhhh!" Weiss let out, shivering all over as her hands clenched in her girlfriend's blonde locks. "Oh wow, you… you're so good at this!" Then a mad little cackle fell from her lips. "Remind me to… call Blake and thank her for teaching you all you needed to know!"
The words somewhat landed on deaf ears. Yang was all too focused on the ever hardening nipple in her mouth, suckling on it even harder than before. Her tongue flicked out against it, circling it in the same rhythm as her thumb on the other breast. How could she have not done this before when Weiss loved it so much?
Perhaps because Weiss herself had no idea, either. Somehow she hadn't thought to tease her own after teasing Yang's; it might have had to do with her putting that out of her mind after the slight fiasco over her asking about who had done the work. That memory still brought a guilty flush to her cheeks… but not as much now as before. She was growing, learning from her innocent mistakes. Becoming the thoughtful partner that a special woman like Yang deserved.
"Your lips are magic," she whispered hotly, once she had shaken the reflections on the nature of their relationship. "God, I can't believe how good this is…"
She parted her lips a moment to say, "I'm glad you like it," before immediately joining them again as she continued to tease and stroke with her tongue, flicking over the delicate nub again, and again, and again.
Little did Weiss know; there was a motive to her play. Oh, a big motive. To Weiss, it was play, to Yang, it was practice for a much loftier goal.
But Weiss was entirely oblivious as she whispered, "How do you get me naked so often – and so easily? Like, I’ve rebuffed some pretty charming celebrities who only wanted to take me out to dinner, and… you barely have to lift a finger, and suddenly all my clothes are off and y…" She paused to gasp at a particularly firm lick. "And you're driving me crazy!"
With a few firmer licks, she parted from the breast, a small string of saliva still connecting them until she drew back far enough. "You think that's good?" she asked, wiping what little amount was on her lips away. "I haven’t even started."
Her motive was now revealed. When the lips returned, it was not to her peak; she continued to kiss, over and over again down the breast, down her stomach. Where her mouth had left, her hand replaced it, thumbs gliding over the nipples both in unison on either side while she continued to kiss down her heiress's body.
Down her stomach… below her stomach…
"O-ooh," she gasped at the combined feeling upon her stomach and her chest. That changed to a "Wha…?" when she felt lips just edging their way into her thatch of pubic hair, but an instant later she was sitting up slightly, hands braced against the couch.
"Yang, are y-you- again? You don't have to prove anything to me, I told you!"
At first, she drew away. It seemed as though she was going to listen to Weiss's plea and end it there. But a sly smirk later said otherwise.
There was a sudden rush as she darted forward again, at the same level as when she pampered it with kisses the first time she had the pleasure. But there were no gentle kisses this time. Instead there was a long, firm lick, starting from the bottom of her lips and trailing up to the top, finishing with a slight flicker over her clit. And all Weiss could do was cry out in complete shock at the sensations, at Yang's treatment. This was an outrage! It was horrible! And yet… it felt wonderful, better than she could have expected – if she had any inclination to imagine this happening before now. Which she had not.
It happened again, multiple times. Sometimes she would deliberately mix it up, licking to the left, then to the right. Other times she would focus on her clit and upper lips, then others it was lower, toward her entrance as she encircled it, able to feel the moisture beginning to build up once more. Maybe she wasn't going to be going full tilt tonight, but by God, she was going to treat her like a queen.
"Oh Yang, you- MMHHHH! This is- stop! No, d-don't stop, I didn't- NNNhhhh UGH, I've never felt anything like this!"
Already, Weiss's hips were bucking up into the face bringing so much pleasure to where they met each other. From zero to finish in a few minutes? Was it possible? At the times when her hips bucked forward and into her face, it forced Yang’s nose to brush against her clit. But it never stopped her, it just made her burrow her face further in. Hands leaving her breasts, they held her thighs apart, keeping her in such a position as she kept going.
Sure enough, the nose against her clit was the tiniest bit of pressure needed to bring Weiss off completely. Crying out softly, she was just able to keep from screaming into the open air – and therefore probably alerting the security outside. Despite her reservations about Yang using her tongue like this, it turned out to be one of her favourite plans yet.
In a way, Yang was disappointed this couldn't go on for longer. She would’ve been there all day if she could, continually lapping at her flower, teasing the folds; but the satisfaction of how fast she had made Weiss finish was enough to compensate.
But such moans, such a scent and taste was doing more than enough for Yang as well. When she leant back, her length was completely obvious in her shorts. Hard, ready for whatever Weiss wanted to do in return.
“Whoa… oooh, okay, I’m definitely awake now!” Stretching each limb alternately, Weiss glanced over and saw the obvious protrusion – and smirked to herself. "Ooh, looks like your little boy is, too." Then she dropped her voice to a whisper. "I put it that way because you call him 'him', but we can change it to ‘her’ anytime you want. Totally fine by me."
"I always just… called it a him because he's silly and dumb, but if you wanna call it a her…" Although to get to business, she shifted herself back to give Weiss more room to get up, to get ready to leave. Time to head back.
However, the diva made a grabby hand motion toward Yang's shorts, as if beckoning "him" closer. "I think he – or she – is neither silly nor dumb. Maybe we use your last name… 'Lao Schlong'? Too derivative?"
If anything, it made her chuckle. But she didn't shuffle forward just yet. Instead, she started to unzip them, putting on an act for her. "Maybe… Either way, they seem to want your attention."
"Ohhhh," Weiss purred, cheeks still flushed from Yang getting her off so effortlessly. "Then they have it." Her hand remained out, waiting for something to grasp onto.
Once it was unzipped enough, Yang shifted forward again, giving Weiss the privilege to grasp her again. Even if she was already nearly naked, Yang was going to drag out getting herself undressed for a little longer. She wasn't going to let Weiss get her off as quickly as Yang did her; if they were really going to keep this up, they might as well go all in.
And the diva seemed to sense that she wanted to draw things out, so she licked her lips and gently traced her fingers along the top, pressing downward. Feeling it shift made her giggle with glee. "Oh my, Lao certainly seems to have enjoyed your… devouring of me as much as you did." Her other hand was already sliding the shorts further down and off. “Imagine that!”
"She sure did…" Why not test it? She had only really called that part of her a boyish name because she was used to trying to disassociate it with herself in previous relationships. But in her current one, it played a vital part. After all, it had more or less become Weiss's favourite plaything.
Besides, girls could have penises; she firmly believed that, even if it had taken her a while to come around to that way of thinking. No reason hers couldn’t be a girl-penis, after all. The light pressure was certainly helping things as she grinned in her own pleasure, unable to help but push herself up against it to try and feel more.
"Mmm…" Caressing along the warm skin, the diva’s nimble fingers slowly curled around it until she was stroking her more fully. Her smile was a bit lazy from already having been finished off once. "She feels so good to me… all of you does, though."
A breathy sigh later, Yang started to stare upward at the ceiling blankly, revealing in the feeling of having her member toyed with again. Why were those small hands so very good at this? After such a short time together, she already knew exactly where to apply pressure, how hard and fast. Certainly not what anyone would have expected from a hardcore Christian girl.
When she could feel the length was all the way up to its full attention, Weiss began to slide her hand up and down it faster. Her lips twitched a few times… and it wasn't until she ran her tongue along them that she seemed to figure out why they were so restless.
"I… I want to get closer, but I can't get up…" Seemed her concert-related exhaustion wasn’t so easily dismissed, after all. Her hand began to tug the cock closer, angling to get it directly over her face. "Help?"
"I thought it was the ones with vaginas that sat on people's faces?" she joked. If Weiss really was so desperate to give her member some attention with her mouth, she would be crazy to refuse it. Although…
Maybe they could both do that? As she edged closer, she began to think about that more and more… She could get Weiss off twice, perhaps, if she turned herself around. That was, if Weiss wanted that.
"…What about something a little more fun?"
"But this is the most fun," she responded with a little pout. When she noticed Yang looked quite devious, like her mind was full of wickedness, she cocked an eyebrow and said, "Very well, what were you plotting?"
Why explain if she could show? Managing to shuffle herself around on top of Weiss's body, she eventually nestled herself to one side of Weiss. But her positioning made the intent perfectly obvious. If Yang were to move to the side where she intended, her face would be right against Weiss's crotch, and Yang's cock in Weiss's face.
"You up for round two?"
Weiss instantly caught on – but she hesitated, a flutter in her stomach as she continued petting the thick arousal. Certain logistics seemed off to her. "Wait, but… this will be, um, an interesting new angle. Is this going to work? You know… upside down like that?"
"Of course. It's called a sixty-nine; people do it all the time," she assured her, gently prising Weiss's legs apart to expose that which she had just devoured once more. Even from just rubbing Yang's cock, she was already growing ready for her fingers again. Visibly damp.
That was another matter entirely. Weiss stared down past her own breasts and Yang's shirt-wrapped ones, completely taken aback at what Yang meant to do. AGAIN? And while her own needs were being seen to? This was madness, it was…
Arousing. Much as she wanted to pretend she had no real desire to try this, that Yang should just let her have her fun and leave a double-orgasm for another day, she knew her body was ready for seconds.
"S… sixty-nine, huh? Why do they call it that?" Her question was innocent enough, but she was already rolling to face Yang's sex. Which would also give Yang the same pleasure with her own.
"Who knows? A lot of the positions have funny names…" She was already reaching for one of Weiss's thighs, about to pull it up by her shoulder so they could do things on their sides. That is, until Weiss began pulling Yang entirely on top of her, so that her length would literally hang down toward her face. When she felt the difference in their tactics, she whispered, “Whoa!”
"Sorry, I didn't… am I doing this wrong?"
"U-Uh…" The opposite. If anything, this was arousing Yang even more. She never expected for Weiss to want Yang completely on top of her with her cock thrusting down toward her face, but there they were. She could already feel Weiss's breath against her member. Adjusting her knees so they were either side her shoulders, so she really would be straddling her head, she looked down at Weiss's sex. "I mean… No, not at all. But are you okay with this? I'd have thought I'd be a little heavy."
"Not that heavy. And If you keep your knees bent like that…" Yes, this was easily manageable. And provided a glorious view – one that whet her appetite most thoroughly. Why had she never taken a good look at Yang from this angle before? Before she could stop herself, she let out a quiet little "Mmm" of hunger, as if she was entering a restaurant after not having eaten all day. It made her cheeks burn with embarrassment once she realized she'd done so.
Leaning inward toward Weiss's sex, she could already smell that wonderful scent again. It hadn't even been five whole minutes since she got her off last, but it didn't even matter. "So… you ready?"
Instead of answering, Weiss guided the stiff flesh to her mouth and took it in immediately, swirling her tongue around the head. Ohhh, it was so satisfying – even though she still couldn't quite understand why.
"Ah! S-shit!" Suddenly she had begun to shudder on top of Weiss's body, knees and arms struggling to keep herself a decent distance from her. Well, the arms she could give in anyway, so she did. Taking the plunge yet again, she connected her lips with Weiss's lower ones again, immediately licking at the delicate flesh between them, and the delicate nub above.
There was an "MMMHH!" around Yang's cock, vibrating deep into the tissue; that felt too good! Weiss could scarcely believe she was being pleasured while having Yang in her mouth this way. But she loved it. This was even more satisfying than just taking Yang in by itself – though she still would gladly do that whenever possible. Now they could both receive pleasure at once, and in two areas of their bodies, since Weiss loved sucking on Yang as much as she did. It was a dream come true.
Both of their moans were silenced by the other's sex. Unable to help herself, Yang very slightly thrust her hips back and forth, testing the sensations and the reactions as she continued to lick the delicate flower beneath her tongue. Only this time, she knew Weiss would need a little something extra to orgasm straight after her first one.
Drawing a finger toward them, she began to circle Weiss's entrance with it, keeping her tongue's attentions to the clit and the labia while the finger gathered up more moisture, in perpetration of going inside.
That definitely did the trick. Pleasure exploded between Weiss’s hips from this additional teasing, but she didn't let herself focus on it – not completely. Slackening her jaw, Weiss allowed her head to weave from side to side in response to her girlfriend's movements. It was important to her that she not have to take it out any more than was strictly necessary; she wanted to learn this. She needed to know how to please Yang.
On occasion, her thrusts made the head brush against the roof of her mouth. That was when Yang was starting to become undone. She quivered and shuddered when that deep pleasure happened, vibrating against Weiss's clit as she licked there once more. Deciding it was time to go further, she held two fingers together, and began to thrust in and out of her with them. Slowly at first, then bringing in more speed as her hips did, matching in unison.
That moment of being entered with two fingers – not just one but two, starting off with that much – was the closest Weiss came to gagging that night. But she didn't. Taking a few hasty breaths through her nose kept her from losing control and needing to withdraw the thick meat from between her lips. In fact, when she began to relax into the rhythm, somehow being stabbed into repeatedly helped her accept yet more into her throat.
Was this really happening? Yang was in her throat. She didn't think that could be comfortable – and it wasn't, not really. It was a struggle to keep things going. But apparently, it was possible, and she enjoyed the triumph of being able to handle so much more of her than before. The extreme tightness only made Yang moan even louder against her clit again.
This was phenomenal! When did Weiss practice enough to do this without managing to gag or push her away? It was beyond what she could describe, the constant waves of pleasure shooting through her with each thrust. She wanted more, so much more! Her hips picked up their pace, as did the fingers, working their way deeper inside and aiding with her tongue to get her to her end once more. All she wished is that they both could together, mutually.
Tears pricked at the corner of Weiss's eyes. Not because she was upset or displeased, and definitely not from the fingers slamming deep into her so fast, but simply due to complete shock. Yang was literally fucking her face. There was no other way to describe what was happening; it was the exact same activity as the night previous, except aimed at a different orifice this time. The feeling of the cock sliding in and out of her mouth without her having to move amplified all of the delicious shame she felt from the activity before – not that she understood what "delicious shame" was, or why she thought of it that way.
But even beyond that… it was the feeling of Yang's soft sack bouncing off her nose now and then that made her feel as both as hot and as low as she'd ever felt. She'd have to thank her for that afterward.
It didn't take too long until Yang could feel her legs beginning to quiver. Already after a few short minutes of thrusting into Weiss's throat again and again, she could feel her end coming. Maybe she was going to get her off just as fast after all. But that didn't mean it wouldn’t be just as satisfying.
"I'm close, Weiss! G-god I'm close!" she managed to call out between breaths as she parted from Weiss's sex a moment, before her lips crashed back down. Straight back to her tongue circling the sensitive clit over and over again, and straight back to thrusting two of her fingers in and out at just as fast a pace as her thrusts into her mouth. Maybe this was classed as less of lovemaking and more of a quickie, but they didn't care. They only cared about sharing their pleasure.
Weiss didn't dare nod or make another noise while Yang was so deep in the throes, and while the tongue was so lovingly sending her careening into another orgasm. She wanted them both to finish, and for Yang to spurt that thick fluid down into her throat – it was such an odd desire to have, but she did want it. Even if she wasn't sure how her throat would handle it, she wanted to at least try.
However… as Yang thrust into her so hard and fast that the sack continued to occasionally bounce off her nose or upper lip, adding that extra burst of shame, she noticed something. Barely visible over the slight mound at the base of the length between her lips, there was an asterisk of slick, dark skin. Yang's ass. For some reason, it struck her as larger than she'd thought one to be - despite the fact that she definitely had never looked at her own, and had no reason to look at anyone else's. She didn't even have a reason to look at Yang's right now.
But she was. A lot. From the moment it became an unavoidable part of her field of vision, the pop star had been unconsciously ignoring the little opening. Then consciously ignoring it. Now, she was gazing at it with intensity, curiosity… that was where Yang had accepted her male lovers. And enjoyed them there; she had told her as much in bed. Could it really feel that pleasurable? No. Yang insisted it was, though…
Her mind felt as if it were in a haze as her hand trailed up from Yang's cheek, inching inward with every thrust. Truly, she was a horrible woman if she was willing to debase herself like this, knowing what that hole was normally used for… but she had to find out if it was true. Steeling herself, Weiss pressed the pad of her index finger gently against the centre.
Suddenly, the bodyguard’s eyes snapped open. In the midst of her pleasure thrusting into Weiss's mouth, she never felt the hand steadily making its way there – not until the finger was pressing against the skin, and her muscles seemed to take it in slightly thanks to the pressure Weiss applied. She hadn't expected that area to be stimulated, not now, or in their whole relationship for that matter.
But surprise wasn't the only reaction such a thing caused. It also made her yell out in pure pleasure, which soared through every vein and nerve in her body. Right against Weiss's clit, she called out loudly, sending extra vibrations as her body quivered at Weiss's touch. One more thrust later, and her member throbbed in Weiss's throat again, releasing yet more white seed out inside her. More than she had before, definitely a side effect from such an intense orgasm caused by a stray finger.
"HNNHHH!" Weiss moaned against the cock as it poured itself into her, throat working furiously to get it all down and keep it there. Wow, this was positively filling her! Partly awful, partly incredible, she wasn't entirely sure she ever wanted to experience this deep a penetration of her mouth again.
But she would do it if Yang asked. In a heartbeat.
Seconds later, her own second orgasm was rocking her from the bodyguard screaming against her sensitive little nub, and she was raising her hips up to meet it. Yang had scarcely finished spurting when it happened, and she was glad for that; swallowing at the same time as her climax would probably have been impossible.
Suddenly Yang went slack. Completely exhausted from such an intense dose of pleasure, she took a moment to pant heavily against Weiss's sex, having to blink repeatedly to try and see something. But her vision was completely clouded by such an intense experience.
Upon shuffling a little, she realised that she was still inside her girlfriend's throat. No doubt she would also want to gasp for breath as well! Drawing herself back out again, she allowed herself to fall to Weiss's side, drawing her fingers back out from Weiss's entrance again as she regained her breath. That was probably the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced.
And Weiss rolled with Yang when she moved, still facing the softening cock once it was free, gasping for breath but still trying to swallow so she wouldn't make that much of a mess. Some fluid dribbled down the corner of her mouth, but it was negligible.
A minute or so later, after they had both spent some time re-oxygenating their bodies, Weiss panted, "Okay… I'm sorry if… this offends you, but… wh-what do I do with this now?" Her finger wiggled, still pressed against Yang's anus. "I mean… it's dirty…"
Yang was still coming down from her high even as Weiss continued to touch her, humming contently at the slight dwindling pleasure it gave to her. It took a short moment for her to look downward toward Weiss again before she even realised she asked a question!
"W-well… The guys used to, um, wash their hands I guess? I mean…" Shuffling her position slightly, she let one of her hands idly trace over Weiss’s stomach, lightly stroking the small thatch of hair above her sex. "Sorry, I'm just… holy shit, have you practicing? You took me really really deep this time – like a pro!"
"Well…" At first, it seemed like Weiss might wave that off. Pretend Yang hadn't asked. But as her cheeks began to flush even more than they already were from their activities, she broke down. "Remember that gift basket somebody gave me, that I started to throw away? Well, I, um… when you were in the shower, I retrieved the summer sausage, and, um… it…"
"Holy shit, you actually did practice!"
Turning her face aside, she pressed it into Yang's thigh. "Shut up!"
The blonde couldn't help but laugh at her lover's embarrassment, delicately stroking the hairs yet again as she continued to stare toward her direction where Weiss was hiding herself. Although, all this talk of practice made her blush as well.
"Was I okay?" she asked. "I mean, it's been years since I last tried."
"Okay at copulating with my face?! Yes, I think you did a fantastic job of that!" The tone was petulant, but definitely as a result of Yang laughing at her.
"Oh I meant… w-well." Hearing the laughter made her start to trail off, letting a small chuckle of her own out. However, she did trail her fingers slightly downward. "I meant with… this."
Shivering at the light touch, Weiss said, "O-oh. You did incredible! Why wouldn't you have? I mean…" Shifting her position, she finally withdrew her fingertip from Yang's tiny opening, but she still kept it in much the same area. "You're the one that's actually had sex before I came along. Even if pleasing a vagina was a while ago for you, at least it happened before! You had an actual lesson before now!"
"Well… Even then, I just wanna make sure you're satisfied, you know?" Shifting again, she leant her head against one of Weiss's thighs as she stared into nothingness.
"I'm… always satisfied with you." The minute she finished saying it, Weiss groaned. "That sounds like such a corny movie line, doesn't it?"
But the comment actually made Yang smile, pressing a kiss against her thigh. "It's actually an honour to hear."
"Good," Weiss sighed in return, snuggling in against the thigh. "Because I love you too much to let you think anything else."
A single word flashed through Yang’s mind like a bright red neon sign.
‘WHAT?!’
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