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Dustmas Cookies
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
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- 3
CHAPTER WARNINGS: Spin the bottle (yes again lol, for the fans of a certain other fic), underage drinking, make out fun, slight boner-town

=Chapter 2
"MERRY DUSTMAS!"
The four teammates shouted the proclamation simultaneously as Ruby pressed a button on a reloadable cracker, a Dust reaction filling the air with shimmering confetti. They laughed and raised their glasses of mulled red sap wine - which Ruby technically shouldn't have been drinking for another few months, but Yang decided as long as she didn't leave the Xiao Long household, it was no big deal.
"I must say," Weiss sighed airily as she gazed around at the festive decor, "even though I'm missing the annual Dustmas Eve Ball at Schnee Manor, this is quite a bit nicer than I expected."
"Put it this way,” Yang laughed before she completely downed her drink, wiping her mouth with the back of her arm. “Here, you don't have to have a stick up your ass."
Her partner, on the contrary, took small sips of her own, savouring all the flavours as she took her seat on the small sofa. The Xiao Long house was smaller than Blake expected, but it was cozy enough. And with their father being away for the weekend, the place was their own.
"I suppose that's true," Weiss said while sniffing delicately at her drink as if to make sure it wasn't poisoned.
"Yay!" Ruby said with a little bounce from her seat on the ottoman. "The Dustmas Bush is all decorated, we have cookies and, um, wine, and all four of us are together! What could possibly make this night better?"
"Presents, duh! You are gonna love yours, Ruby. It practically screams your name." Yang grinned as she plopped down opposite the other girls. In the centre of them, she then placed one of her Ember Celica gauntlets, looking up with a smirk. "Now it's time for some real fun."
"And what, pray tell, qualifies as 'real fun'?" Weiss asked airily.
"Spin The Blade," Ruby grumbled, clearly less than enthused.
"Spin the what? A game? But Ember Celica doesn't even have a blade!"
"Well, back in 'the days of old'-" for that line, Yang had deliberately put on an 'old man' voice, before continuing "-they used a dagger. But my gear does the trick and it’s not loaded, so way less dangerous. Anyway, it's not the blade that's important!"
Ruby's little lackluster nod drew Weiss's attention. "What's with you? It doesn't seem like you want to play this game."
"It's more like I don't want to play it with my sister… but whatever, I guess it'll still be fun." With a concentrated effort, the short-haired girl perked up and smiled. "Okay, I’m in!"
"I'm kinda scared to try this, knowing Yang,” the Faunus admitted, shifting from the sofa back to the floor opposite her partner. “What are the rules?"
"Pretty simple. You spin Ember Celica, and whoever it aims at has three choices: kiss, truth, or dare. Obviously, the more drunk we get, the funner it's gonna be."
"Kiss?" A light went off behind Weiss's violet eyes. "Ohhh… now I get why you don't want to play it with your sister."
"We do cheek-kisses," Ruby groaned. "Still awkward, though. But okay, um, why don’t we get this going?"
However, Blake suddenly seemed to be a little less than enthused with the idea. She didn’t speak up, but did fall completely silent, biting her lip as she glanced between the battle gauntlet and Ruby’s slightly rosy cheeks. Kissing was one of the options? Did it have to be?
"Alright. Since it was my idea, I'm gonna start!" And with that, the blonde grasped the top of Ember Celica, spinning it as fast as she could. With the four of them sat watching it, it continued round and round until it landed on…
"Oooohhh, looks like you're up, Ice Queen."
Instantly, Weiss's estimation of the game took a spiralling nosedive and everyone could see it happening. "W-wait, does that mean if I pick 'kiss', that I have to kiss you?!" Swallowing, she squeaked, "Wh-what are my other two options again?"
"Truth, or dare…" Yang folded her arms, smirking contentedly at how flustered the Ice Queen was. Even more so when her partner posed an interesting question.
"But if she said dare, couldn't you just dare her to kiss you?"
"TRUTH!" Weiss half-shouted. "I pick truth, absolutely, I pick truth, whatever on earth that means!"
"Wow, Weiss," Ruby squeaked as she leaned away from her battle partner. "Way to overcompensate…"
"Almost as if you think Yang has cooties," Blake joined in, chuckling mischievously.
But it was Yang's turn to tease. For a moment, she raised her hand to her chin, thinking deeply for a question. What would make the Ice Queen the most uncomfortable? And then she snapped her fingers. "Which of us three do you find the most attractive?"
Weiss felt both of her eyes go wide as saucers. "I… what… you… damn you, Xiao Long, that's not the sort of thing you can ask a girl! About other girls, even!"
"Well, too bad, she did," Ruby giggled.
"But none of you are boys, this isn't really a fair question!!" Weiss glanced between Blake and Yang briefly. "I suppose… Yang, okay? Are you satisfied?"
"Score!" She celebrated with a fist pump, flexing her muscles.
“It’s because you look so much like a man!” she flung at her, ears already pinkening. “Shut up!”
Laughing aloud, Yang pushed Ember Celica in her direction. "And now it's your turn to spin!"
While Weiss spun the weapon and grumbled something about "self-infatuated gloryhounds", Ruby laughed and said to her sister, "This is a lot more fun than when we played it with Zwei, isn't it?"
"Yeah that was… mostly just gross," Yang confessed. But finally the weapon had stopped spinning, and it landed on… "Oooooh, Blake!"
"W-wha?!" Sure enough, Ember Celica was aiming in her direction. Intimidating as it was, she took a sip of her wine again to try and calm her nerves. If she voted kiss, she would have to kiss one of the girls! Why was this a question of either being embarrassed or humiliated?
Well, there was one other option. "A-alright. Dare."
Letting out an audible sigh, Weiss said, "Alright, um… let me think of something suitably, well, beginner-level." Tapping her chin, she eventually straightened and said. "Oh! I dare you to kiss your Semblance!"
"Kiss my… what?!" She frantically looked around the room, watching as everyone else was just grinning and laughing to themselves. She really had to do this. "F-fine. I guess that’s not too bad."
And soon enough, she puckered her lips, only for that copy of herself to remain frozen, the real her appearing right in front of it as she pressed her lips back against the mirroring set. At least only a small kiss on the lips wasn't that bad.
There was nothing to stop Ruby from giggling. The sight sent a thrill through her, but it was also just really amusing to see two copies of Blake kissing each other. Then again, it could have been the wine talking.
"Fabulous!" Weiss snickered as she clapped. "Well, that was oddly satisfying. Also, I didn't expect it would matter, since you weren't having to kiss one of us. You're welcome."
"Still humiliating though. Look at that face." She gestured toward the copy of herself, lips still puckered for the kiss. But with a wave of her hand, it vanished again.
"Now it's your turn, kitty!"
"Okay, okay…" She quickly spun Ember Celica, watching intently for who it would land on, sipping her wine once again.
"O-oh."
Ruby felt her face warm when she saw the business end of the gauntlet pointing in her direction. Everything had been mildly amusing up until she was the one in the spotlight.
"Ooooohhh this'll be fun!" Yang smirked, staring over at her sister. "What's it gonna be, Sis? Blake will decide your fate!"
"Um… okay, I guess I'll…" Why did she feel so conflicted? A kiss from Blake didn't sound so bad, but then again, asking for it would make her seem weird or desperate. So she merely squeaked, "Um, truth?"
"Hah!" Weiss snapped. "Who's the coward now?"
"STILL YOU!"
"Ladies, ladies, you're both pretty," Yang laughed, getting up and grabbing the many empty glasses belonging to the girls, before heading to the kitchen to get refills. “And chickenshit!”
In that time, Blake was thinking to herself. What would be the best question? "Okay, Ruby, um… I guess, who in the school do you find attractive?"
"Well, I never really thought about it," Ruby said shyly. Maybe a dare would have been better after all, but it was too late to worry about that. "I mean, both you and Weiss are so pretty I can't stand it, but if you mean boys, um… I guess Jaune's kind of cute, in a goofy way."
"Jaune?" Weiss scoffed. "That toe fungus?"
"I didn't say he was some kind of chiseled god, just that he's cute! You really don't think he is?"
Shrugging, the heiress pretended to brush dirt from her impeccable sleeve. "He's beneath me. After all, I'm 'so pretty you can't stand it', right?"
Flushing, Ruby reached out and spun Ember Celica, refusing to comment.

An hour or so later, the group was a constant mess of giggling and laughter. It was Yang's fifth glass of wine, Blake's third, Weiss's second, and Ruby had only finished her one that she was allowing herself. Still, they were all light headed. Yang obviously so when it was her turn.
"Aaaalright Rubes, I ain't no coward. I'll go for kiss!"
"Yaaaang!" Ruby protested, but she was already resigned to her fate. The first time the “blade” had put her and Yang together, she had chosen "dare", and Yang dared her to run around the house in her underwear. That had been mortifying, despite knowing that nobody was around for miles, so the next time she chose "truth" - which led to her having to reveal that yes, she had had a sexy dream before. When asked about whom , she refused to answer on the grounds that it was a separate question.
In light of all that, kissing her sister seemed like the lesser of three evils. Heart pounding, she leaned forward and screwed her eyes closed, waiting for Yang to do the unthinkable.
Even when drunk, her older sister knew how awkward it was for them both, and possibly for the other two watching. And so she only delivered a very brief peck on the lips. Ruby sighed and shivered in mingling mortification and relief, then ducked her head down between her shoulders.
“Thanks, Sis.”
“You’re welcome. I got your back.” She tousled the younger girl’s hair before pushing Celica to her. "Spin away!"
"Never thought I'd see that," Weiss remarked as Ruby spun the bottle.
"Why is it making you blush though?!"
Folding her arms, Weiss did her best to pretend her face wasn't glowing like a stoplight. "Th-this isn't because I watched you two kiss! It's still from Blake's question about what kind of panties I own!"
"Honestly, I didn't expect you to say red lace!" Yang chuckled, by now more or less out of her mind, having to lean against the sofa.
Blake wasn't faring too well either given that she had finished her latest drink, occasionally wobbling as she barely sat upright on the floor. Though then she found herself in the line of fire. "Not again…"
Nodding to herself as if she had been expecting it, Ruby said, "Mkay, Blake. What's it gonna be?"
That was the question. As much as Truth seemed the best option, she didn't fancy the question that would surely be asked. Who did she have a crush on in their year group? Kissing fared no better, considering someone had gotten Yang to kiss her in previous rounds, which had come pretty close to stirring reactions in her body that were better off not coming to pass. There was only one real choice.
"Dare."
By now, with a little wine making her stomach warmer, Ruby felt a lot bolder than she normally would have. "I dare you… to… take one piece of clothing off and leave it off for the rest of the night!"
"Now hold on!" Weiss snapped immediately. "Doesn't this set a dangerous precedent?!"
"WHAT?!" Even in her slightly drunken state, she was far too shy for that. All she had on was some black and white pyjamas that Yang had let her borrow, since she had managed to forget her gown. It was either the top or the bottoms, and neither were preferable. "C-can I change my answer or something? Please?"
"Ssssure you can," slurred Yang, who only pointed at her sister. "Forfeit is to kiss Rubes."
"O-oh," Ruby whispered. None of them had forfeited so far, and she hadn't realised that was the rule. It simply hadn't come up yet.
"So I either have to be in my underwear or kiss your sister?"
"Yep. And not just a peck on the lips Sister-Kiss, either. I mean full-on make out. Curl her toes!"
And with that, the poor brunette’s eyes shot wide open. As lovely as the girl was, Ruby was a little too young to be playing tonsil hockey with anybody! Surely Yang couldn't condone that happening to her own sister… or perhaps she had forgotten thanks to her drunken state. "This is unfair…"
"Seems fair to me," Weiss muttered. "I had to lick Ruby's elbow."
"Yang!" Ruby hissed at her sister. "What are you trying to do?!"
"Whaaaaat?" Yang laughed, unable to help but lay tilt her head.
In Blake's dismay, she sighed reluctantly. As much as she didn't want to do it, kissing Ruby seemed the better option. That punishment didn't last all night at least – and wouldn’t reveal far more than she wanted to let out of the bag.
"Fine. I forfeit."
It seemed Ruby's daring scheme to tease Blake had backfired drastically. "You… do?" Licking her lips, she glanced back and forth at her other teammates for help, but Yang was still saturated with alcohol, and Weiss was merely sitting there with her arms folded, waiting for developments. There was nothing for her to do but sit forward slightly. "Well… um, okay."
With eyes on then both, Blake couldn't give in. She had to swallow her pride. 'Imagine it's someone else,' she thought desperately. 'Sun, or Jaune – or Grandma! Anyone!' But as much as she wanted to, she couldn't deny one emotion biting at her. She wanted it to be Ruby. The whole thing was wrong, making out with the girl she liked when she was so young – and they were drunk! But Ruby was beautiful, kind, passionate. Everything she dreamed of in someone to get closer to.
So, she too leant forward, taking Ruby's lips with her own, kneading them against one another gently.
In all honesty, she had been expecting the kiss with Blake to be rather like the one from Yang; chaste and cheeky, amusing. Despite her sister’s goading, no way would she have really given them hell if they didn’t ‘make out’ as she demanded. Instead, this one was tender, yearning for more yet restrained from taking it beyond this initial stage. Blake's mouth was sweet and somewhat tart from the wine, and she found herself wanting more of it, she wanted-
"I thought you two were supposed to be making out," Weiss said airily. "Not just lip-locking."
It was difficult for Ruby to block out her needling voice, but she did her best. When she tried to shift forward she almost lost her balance, and desperately grabbed for Blake's shoulder to steady herself. Only afterward did it feel strange to her, to be clutching her friend while they kissed, but what could she do about it?
Rolling her eyes behind her eyelids, Blake leant further into the kiss to respond to Weiss, joining in as she also grasped Ruby's shoulder to pull her into her. The girl's lips were far softer then what she had expected. Of course, innocent of any form of kissing, but a delight to indulge in none the less. They felt good. In fact…
It felt too good. Once the other two seemed satisfied, she quickly let go. "T-there, happy?!"
"Y-yes," Weiss stammered as Ruby pressed a hand against her mouth. "That was quite an interesting show you two put on for us, I have to say. Wow."
"Show?" Ruby squeaked. "It's… it was fun, but why would you… I mean, I don't…"
"Hey, are you okay?" Weiss asked, eyebrows knitting. "You're acting kind of extra-doltish."
It took a few more moments for Blake to realise what exactly happened. She had just kissed Ruby Rose. Her leader, two years younger then herself, her partner's sister. It was both an honour, and nearly set off a panic in the pit of her stomach. 'Why did you do that?! She’s barely old enough to be at Beacon at all! You said it yourself, she's too innocent!'
"Hey… You both don't look so hot," Yang pointed out. Both of the two had red cheeks, mainly due to the alcohol rather than their rather steamy kiss.
"Don't say that!" Ruby piped up. "Blake always looks hot!" Only afterward did she realise what she had said. Oops. "I m-mean… well, she does. That's just a fact, right?"
"Whoa! I think we know who that sexy dream was about now…" Yang played along, only then did she look up toward the clock and see the time. "Ah damn, it's three in the morning! We should probably be getting to bed or Dad’s gonna cream us if we throw off our sleep schedules…"
"I'm all for that," Weiss sighed as she stretched her legs out in front of her, having been sitting on them for quite a while. The toes of her fuzzy socks wobbled a little. "If only to end this infernal game."
"But noooo," Ruby whined. "Okay, so this is a weird game, but we could do something else! Do we have to go to bed?"
"Yessss… Besides, Yang thhhhinks she needs it." When getting up, there was a lot of wobbling. If not for her grip on the chair, she would have fallen over. But it didn't stop the eratic giggling. "Y-you two love birds fffeel free to stay up, me and Weiss are gonna hit the sack."
Ruby watched Weiss follow Yang out of the room, and while the heiress didn't take a single backward glance, Yang kept leering at them and making smoochy-smoochy faces. It was humiliating, but luckily Blake was too busy reading the label of the wine bottle to notice. Or pretending to be.
"So," Ruby said in a hushed voice once they had heard the two bedroom doors slam closed.
"So," Blake echoed, placing the bottle back down. What was she meant to talk about now exactly? Should she bring it up? Forget it ever happened? Crack a joke about it to relieve tension? Being somewhat light headed didn't help any of her decisions. "I can't believe Yang let you have any wine."
Squirming for a few moments, Ruby scooted closer to Blake before whispering, "She tried to give me another after she'd had like, a whole bottle, but I said I didn't think it was a good idea. Tomorrow she'll probably feel terrible for it, but… hey, if we were in Vacuo I'd already have been drinking legally for a year now, right?"
"Yeah, that's true. I'm more annoyed that she encouraged you to-" Then she shut herself up. If she mentioned the fact that her and Ruby shared an intimate kiss, she would give away that she was still thinking about it. "A-anyway, has she let you do this before? Have wine, I mean."
"Not a whole glass," Ruby hedged. When Blake only blinked at her, she relented and said, "Okay, so she's been letting me have sips for years, but I swear this is the first time she let me have an entire glass to myself. Is… is that bad?"
"Not really, I guess. I mean, she wasn't forcing you to; still your choice." She laid back against the sofa as she looked over to Ruby. "But I’m there with you, actually. This is the first time I've been… well, drunk, and not just tried a sip or two."
It suddenly occurred to Ruby that she was sitting across from Blake, which made a lot less sense when they were the only two in the room. However, when she tried to stand up and walk over to her, she tripped on her own clumsy feet and face-planted against the cushion right next to Blake.
"OWWW!" she said in a muffled tone. "Well, I guess I'm drunk, too!"
"Easy, there," she laughed. But when seeing she couldn't get up properly by herself, she managed to lean over to her, pulling her shoulder slowly to pull her facing upward. "There you go…"
Though after a few seconds, she saw she was right above Ruby. She found herself looking into those silver eyes once again. Did they always sparkle? Even in such small lighting? The woman couldn't speak, only look at the beautiful girl underneath her.
Ruby returned the gaze, unfocused at first but then locking onto the amber orbs above her. Her throat felt tight. Then she gazed past her hair and pointed at the ceiling.
"Oh, look. Bristletoe."
Sure enough, a sprig of whitish leaves with green berries hung from the rafters, merrily adding a dash of holiday cheer to the decor. However, that particular plant held a specific tradition; you were supposed to spend the entire night with anyone you walked under it with.
"O-oh…" Outdated though it was, the first tradition was to repeat something they had just done: to begin the night with a kiss. Did she dare do it again? “Yeah, it’s… it sure is.”
“Guess you’d better kiss me,” Ruby chirruped in a slightly joking tone. But her cheeks were rosy, her eyes half-closed as she smiled up at her teammate.
Before Blake knew what was happening, she found her lips pressing on the younger girl's, this time remaining still. She wanted to make sure the partner also wanted this.
Ruby had not been expecting her to go through with it, but she actually had upheld the tradition of Bristletoe. Would she go through with the rest? That was unimportant at the moment. Whimpering quietly, she reached a hand up to hold Blake's face against her own as her lips began to move, to push against another set that were so inviting. After a few seconds, she found Blake's bottom lip was between hers, and began to suckle it gently, not knowing quite why she enjoyed it to the degree she did but absolutely sure she wanted more.
"Mmm…" For reasons unknown to her, the soft and delicate suckling against her lips felt amazing. And she returned the favour how she could, managing to catch Ruby's top lip between hers, her teeth brushing lightly against it as she kissed the girl deeper.
When did she move to lay on top of her?! The weight of Blake's body sent a thrill straight down into Ruby's core, one she was completely unaccustomed to feeling. Was this allowed? Could people get this close without being married? Unbidden, she felt her hands trailing up the back and into the hair of her teammate, holding her in place and yearning for more and more contact. Sounds came from her throat that she didn't even believe herself to be capable of making. This was completely alien, and Blake was the last one she had expected to be sharing this moment with. It was magical.
Meanwhile, the Faunus was weathering something of a personal crisis. These were feelings she believed she had left behind years ago; feelings for women, that was. But something about Ruby Rose was so alluring to her. It may have been the wine talking, or just the heat of the moment, but her own hands began to wander over the girl's body, caressing each inviting curve as she moaned into her lover's mouth contentedly.
Slowly, Ruby became aware that this wasn't just going to be a kiss. They were going all the way. She wasn't completely sure that was what she wanted… or what that even meant, but Blake felt better than anything she had experienced in her entire life and it seemed worth it to her that she explore. Taking her first bold action, she let her hand wander down and grip the subtle mound of Blake's backside, delighting in the gentle give of the flesh.
"Mmm!" She found she had to part her lips from the girl's below, letting out a heated sigh. Unintentionally, she pushed her backside into the hand above her, body craving more contact from the perfect woman below her. Completely losing herself in the moment.
However, the heat that was blossoming was doing things to her body she didn't anticipate. Which the younger girl could suddenly feel grinding into her leg.
"Blake!" Ruby panted as their kiss finally broke, her round, feverish face pressing into the curve of her neck. "Y… your belt moved, Gambol Shroud is in the front, or… or what is that?"
"Huh? Oh…" With a sudden jolt of ice water into her veins, Blake knew exactly what it was. Shit. Thanks to the wine, her temperature and hormones were so high, she didn't even realise the reaction making out with Ruby would spur. And now…
"I-it's nothing!" she desperately breathed, crawling backward off the woman underneath, before turning away from her. There was no way she was going to let something like this be ruined again.
"Okay," Ruby said without hesitation, though she was now quite worried about Blake. "Are- Blake, what is it? Talk to me."
One of her hands rested on the shoulder of the back turned toward her, but that was all she could muster. Blake was sad now, rather than enjoying what they were doing seconds ago. Was it anything she did? Or had the effects of the wine simply worn off enough for her to realise this wasn't a course of action she wanted to pursue?
"I-I…" All the while, she seemed to be staring down at the floor, legs bringing themselves up and against her chest so she could hide. With a reluctant sigh, she finally spoke. "Y-you don't want to do this with me, Ruby. I’m not quite the woman you think you’re with under the Bristletoe."
Perhaps Ruby wasn't the smartest student ever to attend Beacon Academy, or the most perceptive. But even she could put two and two together. Something about the mysterious pressure up against her thigh had given her friend great distress. A suspicion crept into her mind, but she pushed it away. That would be impossible. Completely impossible.
Wouldn't it?
"Hey," she breathed shakily as she began to scoot closer to Blake, sliding an arm around her waist. "Um, you're kind of right, I don't know what I want, but… it's not because it's you, okay? All of this felt really good. Super amazingly good! I’m just new at it, that’s all!"
"B-but I'm…" She remained still, just reveling in the feeling of an arm around her waist. Somehow, it felt good, comforting. It wasn't a hug, but it gave the same effect as one, making her feel warm inside her chest. Loved even.
But how long would that last when Blake told the truth? There was no other choice; if she didn’t, the instant she stood up Ruby would find it out, anyway. Because being so close to this magnetic girl was keeping her from being able to suppress that reaction anymore. With a long sigh, she pushed her legs down and out in front of herself, resigned to being humiliated now.
"Listen. I-I'm ugly… down there. You don’t want to keep going with me."
The words only seemed to confirm the strange, idle thought that had flitted through Ruby's brain. "Ugly how?" Then she halted and changed directions, leaning around Blake to try to catch a look into her eyes. "No, you're- Blake, I don't think you could be ugly anywhere."
But her forearm had already bumped the "ugliness" to which the Faunus was referring. Rigidness. It gave far too much to be any sort of weapon or other battle-related implement that she might be carrying, and was in the wrong location to boot.
Blake Belladonna was decidedly not a typical woman.
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Dustmas Cookies	By : RWBYRemnants Category: +M through R > RWBY Views: 1314 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Dustmas Cookies