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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
- 27
- 28
- 29
WARNINGS: Weiss/Neon chapter. Abuse mentions, underage drinking, drunken makeouts, nipple piercings, panic.
This chapter is dedicated to Kesha, Alison Sudol, and any artist or non-artist who had to go through what Neon goes through in this story. You are fierce warriors no matter what your circumstance.

=Chapter 28
“ …and it actually didn ’ t go too horribly, ” Weiss was gushing into the phone as her driver maneuvered her Lexus in and out of the Nashville traffic while she rested comfortably in the back seat. Today, she was wearing more flamboyant clothing than the simple black dress from last time, but it still wasn ’ t her usual “Weiss Style” ; her hair being stuffed into a blue scarf would help disguise her identity to some degree.
“Really? Like, we‘re talking about NEON?!“
“I know! Well, I’ m sure you ’ ve seen how she acted in that interview, and every other interview she ’ s ever given. Once you get her alone in person, though, she ’s… totally different. Steady, and warm, and confident in a WAY less irritating way. And you saw the picture I sent of the napkin-note, right?! ”
"I did! And actually didn't put it online this time!" At least Ruby could joke about that now, giggling slightly through the phone. As much as she wanted to be grinning in excitement and squealing like Weiss probably was, she forced herself to hold back. After all, she was still in contact with the ever-declining Yang. Still, she couldn’t help smiling at Weiss ’ s obvious excitement. "I just can't believe she's so different! It's crazy! Yet you're… well, not the exact same, but similar. Do most pop stars do that? Have a secret identity sorta thing?"
“ Comes with the territory, I ’ m afraid, ” she sighed, crossing her legs so her other floral-printed wedge pointed in the opposite direction. “ With the public watching every move you make like hawks, and TMZ and Perez Hilton out there thinking they can say whatever they want … I mean, if somebody makes a rude comment and I slap him, all they ’ ll remember is that I slapped him. So I have to pay attention to who else is paying attention. ”
"Ooohhh… So you have super enhanced noticing skills, like a Weiss Ninja!" And then Ruby was quiet a moment, before giggling. "Hey, that sounds like a cool song name! Credit me!"
Snorting bemusedly, Weiss glanced out the window at the trees passing by. They were getting closer to Neon's apartment now. "Sure will. Anyway, would it… I mean, is this what's known as a 'rebound'? Am I on the rebound, should I be worried about messing this up?"
Ruby didn't know how to answer truthfully. She understood that Yang certainly was right now, having been told of her and Blake's arrangements after a certain drunken confession one Skype call – not that she really wanted to think about her sister’s sex life. But this for Weiss seemed much more cautious and casual; she and Neon hadn’t done anything like that yet. So she shook her head.
"I don't think so? I guess you gotta find out for yourself what you like." And then another thought came to mind, even if it was one she enjoyed even less when thinking about with her sister. "Plus, if it does go… places; it's gonna be a different experience with… y'know."
That did slowly wipe the smile from Weiss's face. She had thought about that, as well; Neon, so far as she knew, had the same parts she had. How would they even do things? There were a few tricks she remembered Yang doing to her that didn't involve her "secret sausage", and she supposed they could try those out…
But merely thinking about them was bringing a blush to her cheeks, so she cut off that train of thought and merely said, "R-right, I know. And I have thought about that, but honestly, first I'd like to get past a second kiss without freaking out and almost jumping from the cab while it's in motion!"
"Soooo you guys didn't make out or something? I thought you would have… w-wait, I’m not calling you a slut or anything! It's just, um… I'm rambling again aren't I?" She groaned outwardly as the cab was beginning to come to a stop outside one of the larger, far fancier apartment complexes. One that no one on an average paycheque could afford.
"You're fine, don't worry so much," Weiss laughed, genuine warmth in her voice. That was beginning to shine through more and more as time went on; she was now able to separate Ruby being her friend from her feelings about her sister. Not easily, but it was finally possible. "Sorry, gotta go, Ruby - talk to you later!"
"Later, Weiss!" the girl got in before Weiss ended the call.
Getting out of the car, Weiss gave her driver instructions to pull up out of the way and wait, and he nodded his understanding. Craning her neck up at the building, she appreciated the view much more during the daylight hours; when Neon got out before, it had been quite dark outside and she was too flustered by the kiss to get a good look at it. Now she could see beautiful marble moldings, arches and iron grilles, a fountain on the lawn. Privately thinking she might not mind living in an area like this, she walked up to the door and inside.
"Good evening, Miss," the elderly doorman said, sitting comfortably behind the polished black stone desk in the lobby.
"Hello," she answered him with a slight smile. "I'm going to Neon Katt's apartment? I believe I'm expected."
"If you'd be Weiss, you are. Just sign here, please?" When he indicated the book laying open, she dashed off her signature. She noticed another above hers that also listed Neon as the resident the guest was visiting; it was dated half an hour ago. Was this bad timing, or was Neon having a party that she hadn't mentioned?
"There you go," she sighed at length, placing the pen down.
"Good. You may proceed; she's on the fifth floor, suite 504."
"Thank you. And judging from Neon and myself, I have a hunch that sign-in book would be worth quite a lot of money."
His smile was bemused, but also shrewd. "It would. That's why it's currently chained to the desk, and goes into a locked cabinet when full. Good day, Miss."
On the elevator ride up, Weiss turned that over and over in her mind. Why would someone else be there? She had thought this would be a more official date, given their conversations and the texts they had exchanged since. She still didn't know what Neon had in mind for their evening, but having another person tag along seemed pretty strange.
Then she was standing in front of 504 and trying to calm her thundering nerves. Why? It's not as if this was such a big deal. But telling herself that she had nothing to fear but fear itself — and a lifetime of loneliness if she couldn't push herself at least this much — she reached for the doorbell.
And heard a noise from the other side of the door that stopped her hand cold.
"Don't you know who I am?! I made your career! Nobody would know your name if it wasn't for me, you little cunt!"
"And that gives you the right to come over unannounced and try… this?! I'm not afraid of what happens anymore, I'm going to find someone else!"
"You should be afraid."
The shouting was rather muffled from behind the door. One Neon, one a masculine sounding voice. But the various noises to gather from it was the slight movement of some of the furniture, and some various groans and grunts. Judging by the situation she had just overheard, it sounded more like a struggle rather than her interrupting some kind of intimate moment. Who on earth was in there?!
But it all came to an end when there was a loud yelp of pain, coming from the male voice. "You BITCH! Why would you do that?!"
Weiss's instincts screamed for her to run from whatever this encounter was, regardless of finding out more or what Neon would wish. But she couldn't; she was rooted to the spot. On a whim, she tried the doorknob—
And found it spun freely, unlocked. Whoever had come to pay Neon a visit, she was expecting him to leave right away. Steeling herself for whatever she was about to find on the other side, she slowly, quietly eased the door open.
"You're gonna regret this. You can bet on that, my love."
Those words were spoken when the door was slightly ajar, before it swung upon completely. Neon’s visitor was a rather tall, well dressed one, with shaggy dyed-red hair, black roots just able to be seen within it. Distracting away from that was a scratch across his face, dangerously close to his eyes. It was deep, and fresh. His glaring eyes went straight to Weiss as she stood in the doorway. Although it seemed he didn't quite register who it was when he first answered in a strained voice.
"And what are you looking at?!"
She didn't begin by responding. Instead, her hand raised the phone that was still in her left hand and took a picture of him looking menacing and Neon looking surprised. Both of their clothes were rumpled, her pink tube top with a slight rip in the fabric, and the scratch on his face was clearly visible.
"Ah, ah," she said before he could make another move, thumb flying over the touchscreen. "I already Snapchatted this to my friend - and if you try anything else, it goes on Instagram where the world can see. Now, who are you and what business do you have here?"
"W-wha…" Shocked by the sudden turn of events, he looked back toward Neon, who was now starting to appear more annoyed than surprised as she tugged her top back into position. Then he looked straight back to Weiss, and finally he recognized her. "What am I doing here? What are you doing here?!"
"I invited her." Neon spoke up. "Or is that against my contract? Having friends?"
"Oh, do you want me to leave?" Weiss asked innocently, phone still held up and at the ready.
Looking back and forth between them both yet again, he eventually settled to just glaring back down at Weiss. Rather than saying anything else, he marched forward, barging past as quick as possible as he headed to the elevators, mumbling under his breath about something neither girl could make out.
Once he was out of the way, Neon dropped herself onto the sofa again, finding herself pushing the clothing up again as she groaned in annoyance. "For fuck sake, I really liked this top too…"
Pushing the door closed behind herself - and locking it - Weiss asked, "I don't mean to be nosy, but… who was that?"
"My producer. Well, my now ex- producer." With no avail on fixing her top, she got up from her seat, groaning in even more frustration. "Nope. It's fucked. You don't mind if I change, do you?"
"N-no, go ahead. I can wait." She followed her down the hallway and stood just outside the bedroom door, leaning back against the wall. "So… your producer decided he was entitled to a few 'fringe benefits'? Or did I misread the situation?"
There was a sharp laugh. "That's one word for it! The guy's been coming onto me for months, I figured he was just playing along because of my whole image thing … and then today he comes over to give me some news about the lineup at Beach Fest. Next minute, he's getting handsy and trying to yank my top off!"
Weiss could feel her blood boiling. "I can't believe this. That picture can still go on Insta if you want; I'm not above public shaming if it's a jerkface like him who has clearly earned it."
She rolled her eyes, having just picked out a white tank top from the closet. "Nah, you'll just make him mad. And I'd rather not piss him off, if you know what I mean?" Quickly pulling the ruined tube top off first, she could be heard pacing around the bedroom as she went to fetch a bra, seeing as her previous one didn't need it.
"But he deserves to be… I don't know! Arrested, or something! Nobody has a right to your body, and he doesn't get to act like he does! That's… UGHHH!"
Bra in place, she slipped her tank top on over the top of it. It wasn't the look she was hoping for today's dinner date, but alas, she had no choice now; the rest of her clothing was too flashy or too formal.
"I do that, he'll fuck up my chances of renewing my contract. It didn't go too far, so reporting it's pointless."
"Neon…" A sigh issued from the other diva as she decided to drop the matter. Clearly, Neon had made up her mind to sweep this under the rug, and as much as she wanted to argue for making him pay for doing that to her, there was little point. "Alright. But he better not pull this again or I will call the police."
"Please don't, I can handle this," she assured her, finally pulling open the door. Now Weiss could see Neon's outfit properly. A white tank top, with the black bra rather obviously underneath, with two meme pins attached to the right breast. All made complete with a pair of black shorts. Casual but nice. Gesturing for Weiss to look, she asked. "Do I look okay, anyways?"
Now she found herself quite distracted from the producer's attempted assault. "You look great, of course. But you always look great and you're well aware of that, so asking me is just you fishing for compliments."
"Actually, I'm… genuinely asking." Now she started to scratch the top of her head with a slight blush forming. " ’ Cause I did plan that top to be for you… Then he ripped it, and yeah. I wanted this evening to go okay, but now that's fucked, and dinner's gonna be late because I thought he'd be gone in time for cooking, so now it's gonna have to be take out an-"
"You look incredible," Weiss cut through her babbling, smiling gently as she reached up to caress her cheek. Even though that action was somewhat bold for Weiss, she felt it was important on this occasion. "Sorry for being snippy; I'm still mad about what's-his-name."
"You and me both…" She looked downward a moment. But feeling the hand on her cheek was making her start to grin giddily, and reach out for Weiss's spare hand. "C'mon, let's pick our flick. I dunno what you're into but I got wine if you wouldn ’ t mind trying that?"
"You know, why not?" she snorted as they turned to go back to the living room. "We'll be safely in your apartment. And we could still make dinner; what do you have in the fridge? I'm no Rachael Ray but I can throw a few things together."
"I had a lasagna, but that takes quite a while to cook. Timewise, sharing Chinese might be easier… plus after being manhandled by Adam, I ’ m not too amped about being another woman in the kitchen. Which, I know, flawed feminism or whatever."
Gesturing over to the large leather sofa, she was clearly insisting on Weiss to make herself at home as she paced to the cupboard.Opening the door revealed many shelves of all kinds of DVD's and Blu Rays, even if most would be available for download! Seemed Weiss was in the hands of a collector.
"Hmm… comedy, chick flick, what's your pleasure?"
"What?" It seemed Weiss was distracted by something; she was still standing by the arm of the couch without having sat down. "Oh… yeah, whatever you want is fine."
"You sure?" she asked, not noticing that Weiss was distracted yet since she had her back to her. After a while of looking however, she then grinned. "Hey, how about Avengers? Haven’ t seen that in ages!"
“Umm, I’ ve seen it. ” That was all she said, but of course, she didn ’ t mention with whom . Even though it was all she could think about. Trying to bat aside all the errant thoughts in her head, she spoke up, “ Maybe a chick flick; something that doesn ’ t require a lot of thought so it won ’ t matter much if we miss anything, since we ’ ll be eating and talking. ”
"Oh, okay! Um…." Roaming away from the super hero movies and down to the girlies movies, she gasped rather loudly. "Oh man, Mean Girls! How about that? It’s been forever, I could definitely handle a rewatch."
At length, Weiss did sink down into the couch, even though she was still fielding the thoughts that she didn't want to entertain. Ones about curling up on a bed in her tour bus, gazing at a laptop screen… "Hmm, I don't think I ever seen it."
"Oh dude, are you kidding me? HOW?! Lindsay is so ‘ fetch ’ in this one!" Taking it from the shelf, she then eagerly turned back toward Weiss again; and noticed that she was a lot more sunken down into the sofa. Her own excitement began to wane slightly. "Are you okay?"
"Huh?" Blinking up at Neon, she finally came back to the present - and noticed the way she was looking at her. The melancholy must be showing all over her face. Shaking her head out, she smiled up at her and said, "N-no, I'm fine. You, um, wanna start the movie and then order our food? Do you have a menu?"
"Sure! I got it somewhere around here…" Pacing toward the small table near the TV, she first inserted the disc to get it playing, and then went straight for the drawers below, quickly rummaging through to pull or a small leaflet. "Ah hah! Here we go." Quickly skipping back to the sofa to hand over the leaflet, she headed back to the kitchen to fetch the wine. "Dunno if you've ever ordered anything from Flower Power's buffet, but it's sooo good. They do pancakes as well, which is kinda weird, but they're just as good!"
"Pancakes from a Chinese place?" But now that she was alone, she was staring at the menu - through the menu. Every time she came close to forgetting everything, to letting herself enjoy spending time with this new person in her life… the ghosts came back to haunt. Yang would have loved the idea of a Chinese place that made pancakes. It would have cracked her up.
"Yang isn't coming back," she breathed to herself, near-silent. "Neon is here. You're here. Focus on the present, forget the past. Don't miss out on something good because you can't move on… like she did."
Her present date had arrived back from the kitchen with two wine glasses in hand, both filled with ros é . She didn't even hesitate before sitting herself down at Weiss's side, nudging up to her closely as she held out the glass to her, purposely pursing her lips and putting on a fake voice.
"Your beverage, miss."
Weiss couldn't help it; she laughed. Harder than she should have, and too hard to take the glass just yet, certainly. Such a silly, small thing did a lot more to dispel the lingering spirit of her failed relationship than her own self-imposed pep talk.
"Why, thank you, garcon, " she finally giggled as she took it. "Is it a good year? Does it have an oaky palate?"
"Hmm, I'd say it has an excellent texture, the finest for a mademoiselle like yourself." She grinned, holding up the glass in the air for a moment longer, tilting her head. "What should we toast?"
That took Weiss no time at all to decide; it had already been on her mind, after all. "To… new beginnings." Her hand raised the glass, and she fixed Neon with a calm smile, one that was more at peace than she felt inside.
“New beginnings!”

Roughly an hour and a half later, their new beginning was in good progress. The film was almost over, not that either of them had noticed since they had been chatting and eating all the way through as Weiss predicted. More this time about likes and dislikes, getting to know one another's personalities and traits so to best figure out middle ground. There was a lot of giggling, and another glass of wine involved. Certainly enough to make Neon feel that bit giddier .
And as she stumbled back to the DVD cabinet, she called up. "Okay okay, there is a sequel, but it's kinda bad, so you wanna watch something like a musical? I have Chicago, Moulin Rouge… "
“Haven’ t seen those, either, ” she laughed, legs curled off to one side as she sipped at her second glass. Neon was enjoying a third, but Weiss was doing her best to pace herself; she didn ’ t want to do anything like accidentally outing herself as “gay” the way she had on their last date. “ My father wouldn ’ t let me. I mean, have I been missing out on everything?! Seriously! ”
"Well that depends, would your dad approve of you watching a tonne of women in prison? …Now I made it sound like Orange is the New Black," she giggled, soon swapping the disks and then sitting back at Weiss's side once again. Now she had no fear of instantly putting an arm around her, pulling her in close to cuddle up for the movie. They had been doing so anyway along with chatting and giggling.
"Another thing I haven't watched; Dad really didn't approve of all the lesbians!" Then she rolled her eyes as she reached forward to grab the fortune cookies from the coffee table. "Ironic, I know." She offered one to Neon as she leaned back into her embrace again, smiling slightly. "Shall we find out what our fortunes say?"
"You really believe that mumbo jumbo?" she asked, but didn't object to the idea one bit, and grasped one from her. "Who goes first? You or me?"
"After you. And I don't, but… well, they're fun, right? I always love to have a good laugh at the expense of the mumbo jumbo." Weiss turned slightly to watch Neon open her cookie, a playful little smile in place. She was really enjoying herself, and with a bellyful of wine and sweet-and-sour chicken, she wanted to keep the good mood going.
Cracking the cookie open, she picked out the small piece of paper inside, unrolling it straight away to have a quick read. But before she could even read it aloud, she was already laughing. All she could do to was hand it over to Weiss. It read: 'A member of the opposite sex will appear and blow you away!'
First, Weiss snorted, then fell to laughing just as much as her friend, doubled over completely. It was nearly a minute before she could gasp out, "Oh GOD! That… either one of us could have opened it, and… ahahahahaaaa!"
"Someone needs to tell the guys that make these that gay people are a thing!" She continued to laugh, finally brushing a tear out from the corner of her eye. Putting the remains of the cookie in her mouth to eat, she asked with a mouthful, "Come on! You next!"
"Okay, okay," Weiss giggled as she shucked the wrapper and broke open the cookie. Pulling out the scrap of paper, she read out loud, "'Someone from your past will return to surprise y… surprise you'. Oh."
Neon was still giggling to herself at her own cookie, even while she was finishing eating it. She didn't notice at all that Weiss's expression was starting to drop, and managed to speak up before she took her drink. "Well fuck, that's my great aunt coming back and asking for free concert tickets."
There was a vague nod, and then Weiss tossed the cookie and the paper onto the table. Her appetite had evaporated entirely along with her pleasant demeanor. "Yeah. I mean, who really wants the past coming back? It's supposed to stay there."
"Yeah, you tell that cookie! Past had it's chance, it can get fucked." Still not noticing, she instead cuddled up to Weiss's side, nuzzling her cheek against her shoulder as she peppered it with a kiss or two. The alcohol was doing something to her, even if she wasn't quite drunk yet.
"I'd rather focus on what's right here…"
A slow smile began to steal across Weiss's face as she felt Neon getting frisky. She was absolutely right; the past could "get fucked", to borrow her phrase. Add into that how curious she had been about feeling Neon up against her…
"The present does feel pretty nice."
It was hard for her, but she managed to raise a hands and pet along Neon’s shoulders; she wasn't kissing back, but she could lean against her head very slightly. Show that she wasn't entirely opposed to this. As Neon began to kiss up Weiss's neck very slowly, she allowed her eyes to flutter shut, enjoying kiss after kiss – some ending with a small flick of her tongue against Weiss's soft skin. Anything she could do, she would. She loved every second.
When she was starting to get to the bottom of her jawline, Neon edged away, whispering, "And hey, maybe the present can get fucked, as well … but in the fun way."
A shiver ran down Weiss's spine, and all the way past her tailbone to somewhere she had not been expecting. She opened her mouth to say, "Thanks, but no thanks," or "Not right now, I'm not ready yet." But instead, what came out was…
"Maybe it can."
And with a growing smirk, Neon then edged back from her neck, and instead went forward to take her lips instead. Hands right away wrapped themselves around her, one resting on her shoulder while the other held her lower back, lips kneading gently. A slow and gentle pace at first, but one that began to grow more intense with each passing second. After the initial squeak of surprise, Weiss began to return the kiss, and then did so feverishly, her own fingertips gouging into Neon's back through the thin material of her tank top. Though she hadn't wanted to admit it or think about it before, she was definitely physically attractive beyond just a cute face and an ability to flirt. Soft, palmable breasts and a toned physique, supple skin… despite her previous misgivings, she was damned lucky to be there with her.
And it seemed Neon's mind was on the particular activity that the phrase 'get fucked' implied. That much was becoming more obvious as her mouth was falling even more open, feeling her tongue sliding in toward Weiss's. Hands were starting to clutch that bit more, as she could feel herself pulling at Weiss's top instinctively.
"Mhhh," Weiss moaned as she felt Neon's attentions spiking, her hands exploring. It felt so good to be wanted again after a month of nothing; she had no idea her body had become so dependent on this! Raising her arms, she allowed Neon to do as she might.
Sooner than might be normal for a second date, s he pulled Weiss's top up and over her body, throwing it to one side. And then repeated the action with her own top as well. Both in their bras, her hands went back to the shoulders and back for a little longer, savoring the kiss as much as she could without the need to strip even further. Gradually, Neon could feel herself falling back on the sofa, and pulling Weiss with her on top of her.
Not that she opposed one bit. Weiss followed the leader, crawling up into Neon's lap and sighing at the familiar feeling of resting atop a warm body. Of course, she was more used to something pressing up into her at this point, but she tried not to think too deeply about that. For now, there were only lips, and soft skin, and fingers entwining in each other's hair.
Neon was allowing herself to slightly smile in the midst of it all. And when one particular kiss lead to Weiss's tongue tracing across hers, she even allowed herself to purr into the kiss, lightly running her nails over Weiss's back.
"Hhhahhh," Weiss let out as she pulled back slightly. "Wow, that's… ooh." She wasn't sure what she had been about to say, but it was something to the effect of a positive review. How could this be so familiar, and yet so different? Yang had never once "purred" in all their time together!
But no, this wasn't about Yang; she wasn't going to think about her right now. Not when Neon was so appealing, and available. One of her hands raised to tease across Neon's soft cleavage.
"Hmmmm…" Feeling the soft hands beginning to grasp at her rather modest cleavage was winding her up far faster than she liked to admit – and from what she had heard from Weiss, she didn't have any experience! Instinctively, she felt her legs slowly drawing themselves back, until they had begun to wrap around her, locking Weiss on top of her. They really were going for it tonight!
In fact, Weiss was going for a lot more. Her hands flew back behind Neon and performed reasonably familiar actions; she nipped the bra free and tossed it over the back of the couch carelessly — and froze.
Letting their lips part, Neon took a moment to allow Weiss ’ s heated, disbelieving eyes to gaze down at what was just revealed. Something told her Weiss would be surprised: the modest breasts were one thing, but a particular aspect featured on the peaks of them was another. Piercings. The nipple on the right featured a couple of stars on either side of the stud, and the one on the left had moons. Neon laid back, shuffling herself below Weiss to get comfortable, deliberately pulling Weiss's hips closer with her legs.
"Like what you see?"
A shaky laugh fell from Weiss as she gazed down at them, then a gulp. This was something she had only heard about before — and assumed a woman let this happen to herself only when she had become a "coked-out whore", as her father would have put it. But here was Neon, extreme as her public persona could be, yet still a warm, fun-loving girl whose idea of a good time was curling up on the couch with Mean Girls and Chinese…
"Didn't… that hurt?" Weiss found herself asking automatically as one of her hands drifted closer to the metal studs, shrinking back before they could make contact.
"At the time, yeah. But this was a year or two ago. Now they're fine." And even as Weiss began to edge a little closer to the studs, she bit her lip momentarily, breath quickening a little. Then she explained: "But uh, it makes them hella sensitive."
"Really? It does?" She still could never imagine letting this be done to her own body, but had to admit… the effect was interesting, visually. Tracing her fingernail around the areola, she finally whispered, "Can I touch them directly, or… would that hurt again? Honestly, I don't know anything about this, I'm not just trying to sound dumb…"
Neon only smiled, and quickly craned her head up to press a quick kiss against her lips. As she backed off, she smiled. "Go right ahead, just excuse me if I moan like a cat in heat."
Blushing to her roots, Weiss did in fact press a fingertip against Neon's nipple. It gave just as easily as her own or Yang's, but there was also a firmness behind it. The barbell shot through the flesh could be felt as easily as its ends could be seen! As much as it freaked her out, there was also a level of intrigue… why had she done it? How much more sensitive were they now? Each time Weiss's fingertip circled it, Neon’s head leant fully backward, and her breathing was only starting to get heavier. It must be sensitive for her to react this quickly! Yang took forever to get going with these types of notions, yet Neon looked just about ready for anything with a few minimal circles. Maybe that was why she'd done it in the first place, or maybe just for aesthetic reasons and this was a fringe benefit.
Allowing her hands to rest on Weiss's hips, she was ready to return the favor. She just needed the right moment. Of course, Weiss was entirely focused on the task at hand. Literally at her hand; she was gripping the meat of the breast now, moving it around in a slow ellipse and watching the studs catch the light.
"Does… this feel good, too?" she whispered.
"Hmm… oh yeah," she moaned outwardly, biting her lip in order to try and quell anything further. She could get used to this, definitely.
But below, another action was budding: one that she expected no consequences for, and yet it seemed the right thing to do, given that Weiss was giving her this much pleasure. As she continued, she drew one of her hands back, before sinking it downward, fingers sliding under Weiss's waistband.
The reaction was instantaneous; Weiss drew her hand back, sitting bolt upright. She didn't try to stop Neon, but she also looked beyond frightened of the further possibilities that were likely to follow where Neon's hand had begun to tease. Where Neon's eyes had fallen shut before, they snapped open as Weiss sat herself upright. She completely froze, looking up at the shocked expression of her face. And then she looked to where her hand was, how it had just slipped under her waistband. Quickly, she drew that backward, instinctively beginning to cover herself.
"Did… I do something wrong?"
"What? No! You didn't… well… nothing wrong, exactly." Her face was quickly turning redder, and not for a good reason this time. "Sorry, I just didn't expect… God, that sounds stupid already."
Neon shook her head, starting to shuffle herself backwards to shift herself out from under Weiss's body. And straight away she sat up as well, and placed her hands on her shoulder. "No, no way. We work to meet each other's pace, okay? If you're not ready, then we won't move ahead."
"M-maybe I should just go." Nodding to herself, she drew backward and began to stand up, looking around in a daze for her shirt. Why couldn't she see it? Why was the whole room blurry?
"Whoa whoa, no you don't." Springing to her feet, she placed her hands-on Weiss's bare shoulders a moment, and gently eased her back down onto the sofa. Once she was there, she was the one that went around the room and picked up the two shirts. Straight away, she handed Weiss hers, and then slid hers back on again, ignoring the bra Weiss had so quickly discarded.
"Not until I call you a cab and know you're okay." And she was already getting out her phone.
“ Wait, y-you don ’ t have to do that yet …” Pushing a hand into her face, she sighed as her body finally began to suppress the reaction. “I’ m sorry. Damn it, Neon, I didn ’ t mean to flip out the way I did … you didn ’ t do anything wrong. I ’ m just not used to drunken make-out sessions, and not used to them possibly … leading … elsewhere. ”
It landed on deaf ears for a few minutes, just as Neon was instructing whoever was on the other line. After which she then hung it up, and sat herself down by Weiss's side again. There were very few words, only a quick leaning forward to press her lips against her cheek.
"Hey," she whispered, reaching to hold Weiss's hand in hers. "It's fine. You're fine. Next time we try this, let's leave alcohol out of it and see how far we get, okay?"
Of course, now the tears were welling up and sliding down her cheeks. She had really messed up; now she had to leave, there was no choice left in the matter. Even if she called the cab off, it would be inconvenient for the worker, and for Neon to have gone through all the trouble. She had literally ruined both of their night without even trying.
"I'm such a mess," she choked out. "Are you sure you want to waste your time on somebody like me? Obviously I'm… I have some issues, and there's no reason you should have to put up with-"
Neon ignored the words, and instead pressed her lips against those that were protesting. It was a lingering moment, just enough to make her stop talking. Like she intended. Parting their lips again, she kept a hold of Weiss's hand still, gently stroking it with her thumb as she looked into the blue eyes.
"I'm not 'putting up with it', I'm getting to know you, girl. Just like I said I would. And that means learning the good and the bad. We all got issues, but you're good, okay? Super promise."
Blue eyes were wide and staring. "Wow… you're really incredible, you know that?" The hour was too late; there were probably only ten or twenty minutes until the cab got there, but she wanted to do something for Neon that would prove to her that she saw her now. That she could perceive the beauty inside of her much clearer than when they first met.
"Next time," Weiss whispered, running her hand into her hair and gripping tightly. "No wine, and just you and me… and I won't chicken out. I promise."
And Neon only purred again, grinning back at her as she allowed herself to peck Weiss on the cheek. She managed to keep the blushing and smirking to a minimum this time.
"Can't wait."
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White Noise	By : RWBYRemnants Category: +M through R > RWBY Views: 1666 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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White Noise