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White Noise
By : RWBYRemnants
Category: +M through R > RWBY
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Chapter List
- 30
- 31
- 32
WARNING: Weiss/Neon. Ear-licking, fingering, erotic oil massage, grinding, pierced nipple play. Also, invasion of privacy.

=Chapter 31
Halfway across the country, Weiss and her date were just getting back to said date's apartment. Over the course of the preceding week, the two had exchanged a few more calls, texts, Skype sessions - and had met for lunch once in between. But this was their third official "date", inasmuch as the lunch had been very chaste and mainly focused on casual conversation.
Also, it had been at a public enough caf é that they were spotted together, and a single picture of Weiss laughing at a silly face Neon was making made it onto a dozen or more tabloid websites. Other than the novelty of it being two celebrities who hadn't been associated together in any way other than Lisa Lavender's show before, there wasn't much to report, so the story didn't gain much ground – though it would at least nudge them a little further under the microscope.
Today, however, had been more like their first date. Neon had suggested bowling, which Weiss turned down with a "But what about my nails?!" When Weiss expressed interest in going to a natural history museum, Neon made snoring noises until she gave up that plan, as well. Finally, they had settled on an elegant dinner at an Italian place, and a movie.
But as it turned out, the movie had merely given Neon an excuse to tease Weiss mercilessly. Hands wandered and kisses were exchanged in the dark, nearly-empty theater; they had specifically chosen a movie that had been out several weeks in the hopes there would only be a few other people inside, which turned out to be true. Grateful for the solitude, Weiss had even allowed a hand to briefly tease its way up her skirt and along her inner thighs before she pushed it away with a nervous giggle and moved it up to her own waist. Even if she wasn't ready to go that far in public, it didn't mean she hated the attention altogether.
"…so stupid," Weiss was saying as Neon's door swung open and they flicked on the lights. "How are you supposed to time travel in a hot tub? Honestly, it doesn't even make sense regardless of if you turn off your brain and try to enjoy the ludicrousness."
"I know, it was ridiculous! I heard it got a less than ten percent rating on Rotten Tomatoes, that says more than enough to me." Neon laughed, tossing her bag to one side and flicking her shoes off in the small hallway, before she waited eagerly for Weiss to do the same. It was quite late, but Weiss had informed her driver, and in turn her father, that she would be out all night tonight. Neon knew that fact just as much as her, that things tonight may take their relationship further along.
Could they call it a relationship now? Sure, there was a lot of kissing, and making out, even a dry humping session last time they ended up here and somewhat in the movie theatre; more than nothing. But was that enough to consider the two girlfriends? Still, Neon seemed unconcerned. Whatever their status, they were going to have a lot of fun tonight.
“ Yeah, oh well; we made our own entertainment. ” Stepping out of her heels, she sighed and padded into Neon ’ s living room, throwing herself on the couch and deflating like a balloon with a slow leak. “ Ooh … I must be getting old for my age or something. I couldn ’ t go clubbing now even if I wanted to. ”
"Old?!" Neon protested, soon taking a seat right by her side and lifting her feet to the edge of the coffee table so she could relax fully. Yet again, she threw her arm around Weiss, bringing her in close just like she had all through the movie. "I'm three years older than you, pipsqueak! If you're old, then what am I?"
"Grandma Moses," Weiss giggled, nudging her with her arm and propping her own feet up next to Neon's, sighing in contentment as she absently gazed at twenty pedicured toes. Bizarre how she could need this so much without having even the slightest clue she did; just a friendly presence. One she could flirt with when she was in the mood, and could stop when she wasn't. No strings, no expectations. Perfect.
And it seemed Neon was just as pleased as she leant in toward her, pressing a kiss on the top of her head as they lay side by side. A hand started to brush up and down her arm gradually, just idly petting.
"Well, you got a bit handsy with this grandma in that movie, huh?"
Pursing her lips, she hissed, "Oh, shush. I was going for maybe second base, maybe - but you wanted to strip down and make the sticky floors even stickier! Are you out of your mind?!"
"Nothing wrong with a little grope in the dark." She smirked, pressing another kiss on her head once again. "And besides, you feel so amazing that it’s really hard not to wanna make floors sticky."
A long moment passed. Weiss inspected her fingernails, checked her phone. Then she finally muttered, "Fine. It was pretty exciting, I guess."
This time, when she pressed another kiss in, Neon remained close to her ear. Her breathing could be felt right against her skin, especially when she whispered, "Things can get exciting tonight, if you want."
Then Weiss faltered. "Oh… can they?" But she cleared her throat and attempted to regain the carefree mood. "You really want in my skirt, don't you? Shameless."
Rolling her eyes, Neon moved her efforts from Weiss's ear to her neck instead, beginning to plant kisses every so often against it. She allowed her spare hand to land on Weiss's leg, gradually petting that as well as her arm.
"Can you blame me?" she allowed herself to whisper, slowly pushing the skirt upward with each pet. "When what's wearing it is such a plate full of yummy?"
"W-well…" Flattery was doing the trick. Smiling even while Neon caused her to tremble, she glanced over and whispered, "Guess that would be a pretty dumb thing to blame you for."
Neon only continued to pet, continued to look into the blue eyes. This time, she waited for Weiss to make the first proper move; after all, Weiss was the one who always became nervous after a while, the one who pulled away. Which was fine, but Neon assumed letting her lead would ease it.
Weiss felt the shift in the atmosphere. Desire spiking deep within her, reaching out for the nearest available target. In this case… her hand found its way to Neon's thigh, returning the same gesture. One she had been enjoying, despite all of her many and varied fears. Nothing else had changed about her reaction to the nibbles at her neck and ear, but this was a small start.
Those nibbles and licks only continued. Neon really was like a cat at heart! But all the while, she never stopped the petting, never stopped bringing her in closer toward her. She wanted to make it known that she wanted her, even if she wasn't making the moves.
Well, except for one. As she leant back up to Weiss's ear again, this time she went right in, seeming like she was about to whisper. She wasn't. Instead, her tongue wriggled its way inside, right against the entrance of the ear canal. She knew from her own experience it was a fantastic way to drive someone crazy by barely doing anything.
"A-AAAHHH!" Weiss burst out, drawing back and away. Not completely off her couch, but enough so that the tongue was not anywhere near her ear. "You… wh-what was that?!"
Drawing herself back, Neon was still wearing that cheeky smile of hers when she giggled, cheekily licking her lips. "What, you didn't like it? That used to be an insta-wet move for me."
"NO!" she answered immediately… even if it was only partially true. The unorthodox action had definitely flipped some switches, but she was far too taken aback at the very notion of doing that to someone to feel them properly. A tongue? In someone's ear?! The very idea set her skin crawling, both in good ways and bad. Then again, her own tongue had been equally-unscrupulous places before.
But that reaction only made Neon laugh even louder, releasing her from her grip so she could reach up to the ties in her hair, starting to pull them out so it would flow free instead. Different tactics. "Alright alright, we'll try other stuff instead then."
"Good. I mean, is that really something you want done to you? My tongue in your ear?" This question had a slight sarcastic tone to it, but if Weiss were honest with herself, she was very curious about all the things Neon seemed to be into.
Once her red hair was free again and she began running her hands through it to neaten it down, she giggled softly, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Hey, can’t explain why, but it just feels really good. Kinky and weird, but good. Most of the girls I've been with were the same."
Something about seeing Neon with her hair down was oddly… enchanting to Weiss. The girl was too much of a partier to wear it any way other than fluffy twin tails, but when let out of their trapping ties, they became a singular orange cloud, just resting on her shoulders. Noticing that set her at ease, for reasons she couldn't quite figure out.
"You're so gorgeous," she found herself whispering out of nowhere.
Tilting her head, Neon shrugged her shoulders. "Tell me something I don’t know ." And then she leant in toward her again, softly whispering, "And I can be yours. Here, or the bedroom, or anywhere you want."
A determined look settled over Weiss’s pale features. She didn't want to be afraid to find out where life would lead her anymore, what she was missing out on because she had to stick to rules that no longer seemed to apply. So she leaned in and flitted her tongue very briefly into Neon's ear. Just enough to feel that it had truly happened before she drew back again, watching for her reaction.
In that very small moment Weiss's tongue was in contact, she shivered, eyes closed as she let out a small moan. Of all things, this was something that she would moan at? It seemed crazy. But then again, Neon lived for crazy.
"Really?" the white-haired diva half-gasped out of shock. Then she shrugged. "I mean… I guess everybody has to like something." Then she leaned closer and wrapped her arms around her gently, nuzzling her mouth closer to the little ear. Her lips barely breathed, "Do you want me to do that again?"
No verbal response. Just frantic nodding. She wanted it again, definitely. So much so that one hand fell to the back of Weiss's head, petting the hair to keep her there.
And so Weiss did as she was bade. The salty tang of skin mingled with a slight tinge, one that she didn't mind as much as she had expected to. Calling it "pleasant" would have been a lie, but it was a tolerable act… and the strangely rigid contours of Neon's tiny ear were enough to send a chill down her spine every time the surface of her tongue ran over them. This shouldn't feel good to both of them, should it?
"Oh…"
Another strange moan was coaxed from her as she gripped Weiss's hair even tighter, eyes remaining closed all throughout the teasing. Heat started to spark already from the small movements and flicks of her tongue, the warm wetness that shouldn't be there. She even found herself biting her lip purely to prevent any moans being too loud.
When Weiss drew away, she left a soft kiss on Neon's cheek as her hand came to rest on her exposed midriff. An excited smile played across her lips, one that hinted at so many things…
"That was, um, unique. And you sounded like you really enjoyed yourself there, buster… did you?"
"I did," Neon confessed, leaning into Weiss's touch all the while. Anything she could get, she would be satisfied with. No matter what form it came in. The hand she had in Weiss's hair was beginning to scratch lightly as she was starting to think of more ideas. "How about we continue this in my room?"
Something about that request irritated Weiss. Made her want to challenge Neon's plan, to alter it - but not in the way she had before. Not by running away, hiding, denying both of them the enjoyment they could have. Just changing the nature of their game a little. Maybe it was her competitive nature rearing its head.
"How about instead… we don't?" Weiss sighed directly into Neon's ear… as her hand drifted down to her thigh and slid up under her skirt in one fluid, swift motion.
Having to bite her lip to suppress her reactions again, Neon looked downward to what Weiss was doing. Hands were now under her skirt, and gradually gaining height to square in toward their goal. For someone who hadn't done this before to her knowledge, Weiss sure was brave. She parted her legs further, showing she wanted more.
But fondling wasn’t new for Weiss, even if this particular territory was as yet unexplored . Encounters with Yang had already proven to her that she was a lot more at ease with teasing someone else than letting them tease her. And she was going to do just that; her fingertips glided over the thin fabric of Neon's underwear, pressing into her obvious wetness through them.
"Lace? Wow, you're really putting out the welcome mat."
"Again, can you blame me?" she asked, continuing to relax into the sofa more and more as Weiss had her way with her. But after a while of toying with the lace, she thought it safe to assume that Weiss liked it. A lot. So she whispered, "You don't even have to take them off, just push them aside if you want."
"What if I tear them off?" But she was only joking. Her fingers edged the panties aside…
And for the first time in her life, Weiss Schnee felt labia that were not her own. Luckily for Neon, she had been "practicing" with the pictures of Yang still on her phone, torturing her own flesh once or twice a week when she became too restless to keep her hands off of herself. Though at first she had been so ashamed of that fact, hating that she was needy and had no willpower, now she was glad for the experience. It would make it that much easier for her to give the gorgeous example of femininity beneath her hand the pleasure she deserved.
"Hmmh…" No protest at all from the adventurous redhead. In fact, from the feel of things, she had been waiting for this for a long time. Wetness was a complete contrast for Weiss, since where there would be rock hard arousal was only the softness she was beginning to touch. Nothing to pull about and jerk at, only lips for her to gently entice.
Though Weiss wasn't as gun-shy as she might have been before her own solo experiments, she did take a moment to recover. Her breath was shaky as she breathed in and out, closing her eyes as she got used to the sensation. Neon's silky lips. Right there, right up against her index finger. And her middle finger now, she was moving them back and forth… pressing up into them, amazed at how they could be almost identical but with subtle differences. And how odd to not be able to feel it herself! That was the primary thing throwing her off so much.
But the everlasting 'hmm' coming from Neon was telling her she was doing something right. Especially as she began to push her hips that bit more forward against the movements. She couldn't get enough, and continued to lightly scratch at Weiss's scalp as their play continued. The breathlessness from her Weiss was able to tell quite a lot; was she a complete virgin? Did she and that ex of hers never go this far? Somehow that prospect was making it even more exciting as Neon's breath got faster as well.
Of course Weiss did know what she liked on her own body. Simple math: if she transferred those tactics onto another body, they should have the same effect, right? That was her hope, anyway, as she traced a finger up to press gently against the clit that was just beginning to emerge from beneath its protective hood, firm and ready to be lavished with attention.
"Ho- boy!" That certainly increased the volume! While before she was content with simply panting and quietly moaning, now those moans had gotten louder, far needier . Yet another difference between her and Yang, it seemed; while she was loud from the beginning, Yang was usually far quieter, only moaning in unison with her breathing and truly yelling when she was close, or even at her limit. All different experiences for her, and there were more to come.
Encouraged by the moans, Weiss leaned closer as she continued to tease the nub of flesh, fingertip moving in a small circle. This time, she poked the tip of her tongue deeper, teasing the rim of the canal inside Neon's ear.
"Hah! Ah! Oh my god! Yes!" The grip on Weiss's hair became so much tighter as she called out. Her legs also twitching lightly. All these sensations, there was just so much for her to encounter. And she loved it! How on earth was a virgin girl this good, it made no sense! But Neon was beyond caring. "D-don't stop — Weiss, you're too good! Too good to me!"
The fingers picked up in speed, trailing up and down the entirety of Neon's wetness, dipping down into her fragile lips and then up again to the nub. She remembered how Yang had teased her the most… and considering Neon probably had tons more experience in this area than she did, she would simply have to use every iota of knowledge she had.
"Ready for more?" Weiss breathed as two of her fingertips began to slide very slightly past the entrance, edging the skin aside.
"Yes! Yes, I'm so ready…" Yet again, this was so different to Yang. Not just their bodies, but the very reactions themselves. Neon was like Weiss, very vocal… sometimes too much. Yang would have just nodded, or showed signs that she was okay for everything to continue. However both of them would have done what Neon was doing, pushing herself up against the fingers as best she could needily.
Which sealed the deal quite easily; Weiss didn't hold back and only pressed her fingers in harder, until she began to squeeze in past the barrier of lips. To feel the insides of another eager wetness. It was incredible! Since she had first discovered she was somewhat attracted to Yang, she barely had a few opportunities to mentally entertain the possibility of touching another vagina before finding out Yang didn't even have one. That had been a relief, at the time; she had still firmly believed she was only meant to please a "male" organ, and doing anything else was taboo, unnatural, insane. Finding the one girl who just so happened to have the equipment that meshed with her own was a blessing.
And now here she was, thrilled to death that she knew how to make Neon moan, where to apply pressure that would shatter her senses. Satisfied that she wasn't just some horribly unfortunate lesbian-who-only-handled-dicks. Now she knew that genitals didn't matter to her; she only leaned toward the fairer sex, and could go wild on them no matter what they had in their pants.
Suddenly gasping when she felt fingers penetrate her entrance, Neon found her legs twitching, eyes rolling into the back of her head. Those slender fingers were doing wonders, brushing against her inner walls each time she felt them beginning to push in and out. More moans fell as she arced her back into the movements, still trying to keep ahold of herself. But she was failing.
"Yes! Yes, thaaaaaaat's it!"
"Mmhhh," Weiss moaned against her ear, tongue entering again as she began to curve her fingers in, groping for that spot Yang had managed to find within herself. Had to be in there somewhere. A flutter pierced her heart as she worried she'd never find it, that she was too virginal, too inexperienced with all this …
Until there was another gasp, and an instant spasm of Neon’s body. That was it, that was the sweet spot! Her spare hand quickly grasped the nearby cushion, gripping so tightly she swore her nails would puncture its surface. But Weiss wasn't letting up, she was fingering and touching that spot over and over again.
"Oh my God!" she moaned out, gyrating her hips in unison to Weiss's moves. "God, Weiss! Keep going and I'm gonna… be close soon!"
Pressing her palm right up against her clit with every thrust up and into that throbbing spot inside of Neon, the white-haired novice felt like she had graduated early. This was clearly a hidden talent that had been inside her all along – or at least she lucked into being decent at it. She raked her teeth against the shell of the ear, hoping to drive her as wild as she could before the moment of release. To make it all the heavier .
But she pulled away just enough to growl, "Come for me, you glowstick-waving rainbow cunt!" before her tongue stabbed deep into her ear again, writhing back and forth.
The surprise of such a harsh word, and the stroking of two of her most pleasurable spots was enough to do the trick, and make Neon Katt quiver with pure joy. Finally, her moans became a screaming as she shook in pleasure, felt her insides trying to clamp down onto those fingers and milk them for all they were good for. Along with her hand pulling at the hair rather firmly.
Once she was done, she went slack against the sofa, panting heavily as she released the handful of hair, eyes only just beginning to open. But even then, they were filled with stars.
When she felt the body she was plying go limp, Weiss's lips moved gently across the expanse of a cheek toward lips, taking them very gently before she pulled back, both with her face and her fingers. Then she smiled a very knowing, very self-assured smile.
"You were pulling my hair and flopping all over the place, Neon. I must not have messed up too bad."
Still coming down and settling into the afterglow, Neon could only let out a weak laughter, reaching up to cup her cheek instead and keep her close. "You went a little crazy on me yourself," she whispered. " ’ Glowstick cunt ’ ? Wow, harsh."
"Oh…" Though she hadn't felt flustered at all in the entire time they had been enjoying each other, she did now; her cheeks reddened and she added, "Um… I was trying out that whole 'dirty talk' thing on you. Was I supposed to warn you first? I'm sorry!"
"No no! It’s fine, you… hah…" Still gasping for breath, she pressed her lips against Weiss's again for another kiss while she recollected herself. "You just surprised me! I thought you were against swearing and all that stuff. It was kinda hot, to be honest."
Slowly, Weiss let the smile return, kissing her back as she giggled. "Okay. I tried to tell you that I'm not very experienced, I'm making it up as I go." Then she raised her hand to her lips and flicked the tip of her tongue against the wetness lingering there.
"Not very experienced?!" Neon laughed as she looked toward what Weiss was doing. Incredible, she was going to lick off her essence like a pro.
"Hmm? Something wrong?" Another long lick, this one taking its sweet time as she sampled Neon's wares. Truth be told, it was almost as delicious as Yang, if in a completely different way; sweet and thin instead of heady and thick.
"I-I… well… you…"
This was new. The girl who wouldn't shut up, had been rendered speechless. All she could do was keep catching her breath and watch with wide eyes as Weiss lapped everything away, sending a fresh wave of warmth down below. In all honesty, it was doing the same for Weiss. She had been able to keep her own arousal at bay throughout sending Neon into throes of ecstasy, but now? Now they had done that, finished her off… and only one of them was left.
"Mmm, that was fun," she breathed as she lowered her hand, the sweet tang lingering on her lips as she turned and sat down on the couch. Her entire posture was suddenly tense, anxious. "You sounded fantastic, by the way - a true vocal performance from Neon Katt."
"Why thank you." She couldn't help but giggle to herself, reaching her hand down to pull her underwear back into place before she sat upright again. There was a slight smirk on her face as she looked back toward her, that same mischievous glint in her eyes. "And how about… I repay you somehow?"
Rolling her eyes, Weiss tried to play it off as a joke. She knew Neon was completely serious, of course, but the last time she had let herself try Neon's brand of repayment, she had bolted; avoiding that at any costs would make her a lot less panicky.
"You can repay me by making this weird crick in my neck disappear with your magic glowstick," she finally scoffed.
Although Neon was giggling again, raising a hand to her lips, she did begin to stare outward into thin air, deep in thought for a moment. "Actually," she began, a small smile forming on her face, "I can do that, easy."
"Your glowsticks aren't magical, sorry," she chuckled, turning to look at her… and pausing, her head tilted when she caught the expression on her face. "What?"
Grinning, Neon got back to her feet again, turning around and holding out a hand toward her guest to help her up. "You remember what I said about my past on Lavender's show, right? That I was a masseuse before this?"
That got Weiss blinking, though she did allow herself to be helped to standing. "No, I guess I must have missed that part… a lot was going on that day. Napkins with notes on them, just crazy stuff."
"Well, I guess that ’ s true." And then straight back to the point. "But yeah… If you want a massage, totally fine by me. I have some oils and stuff in my room, if you ’ re down?"
"Really? Oh… wow, you're legit, aren't you?" Shrugging her shoulders, she said, "It's been a while since I had a good shiatsu, so I guess… yeah, if you're sure you don't mind? This is supposed to be a date, not your worknight!"
"It ain't work if it’s for you , dummy," she giggled, taking Weiss's hand as she pulled her with her back toward the hallway, heading straight toward the bedroom. No playing around with Neon; she got straight to business.
She pushed open the door to a small room, with the main features being the circular bed that sat against one of the walls, and the desk and dressing table against the opposite wall. Unlike Weiss's, there was plenty of decoration; mostly rainbows and stars all over the place, but it certainly made it seem homey. Made it seem more Neon.
"I love your room," Weiss sighed, even though she had glimpsed it through her doorway once before. As she stood there, she said, "So, um… how do I do this? On the bed, or do you have a massage table thing?"
"Well I don't massage people regularly anymore, so having a table would be pointless," she joked, however flicking a couple of switches on the wall turned the main lights back off again, leaving only a few much dimmer lights around her bed and the desk on. Light enough to see, but dark enough to set a relaxing mood. And to show off the painted rainbows as Neon intended: glow in the dark.
Walking toward the desk, she pulled open a few of her drawers as she called back, "Bed's fine, but if you want me to do it right, strip to your undies."
"WHAT?!" Clearing her throat, she tried to save face, at least marginally. "Um… I mean, uh, well, I knew that. Normally you do, don't you? I’m just not normally dating the masseuse." Then, as she reached behind herself to unzip her dress, she asked, "And do you have the traditional white towel to drape over me once I'm exposed for your professional needs?"
Pulling out one bottle from the drawer, she looked back toward Weiss with a small smirk. "I think that's optional in these more… personal circumstances."
As Weiss fought with her zipper, which was being distinctly uncooperative, she read the label once Neon had come a bit closer. "Apricot kernel oil? I didn't even know they made oil out of that!"
"Oh you'll be surprised what oils you can get." But she tilted her head when she noticed that Weiss was struggling, putting the bottle down on the bedside table. "Want a hand?"
"If you could, thanks," she sighed in defeat, turning to face away from her friend. Or whatever she was to her. "Sorry about this. Um, how long did you study massage?"
Quickly taking the zip in one hand, Neon gradually eased it downward, continuing to chat as she got her ready. "A year or so. I was naturally talented at it, but actually found that while I was working I'd be singing at the same time. One day I just got the right client who was connected in the industry; he gave me my big break, asking me to perform at a small function. Just to see how I handled the limelight."
"Just like that?" she asked as she felt cool air hit her back. "That's so lucky… I'm glad, though. You're really good out there." Then she let out a little chuckle. "I know I've been a little judgmental of your methods before, how you're always simulating sex acts and things like that on stage, but I guess just… partly, I'm jealous that you have so much more freedom to do whatever you want. No squeaky-clean image to maintain."
"Yeah, sure; just have to act like a slut and suppress my true sexuality. But I get what you mean." She helped slide the dress down Weiss's body, admiring her bare back for a moment, using this time to gently stroke her hand up and down one of her arms. "See, this is what I don't get, though. If the squeaky-clean image isn't by your choice, then who's?"
The temptation to stop speaking was strong. In fact, she was already halfway through saying "None of your business" when she cut it off in the middle of the third word, trying to soften her tone. "I mean… sorry, I didn’t mean to snap; this is a sensitive topic. You didn't do anything wrong." Stepping free from the dress, she raised her hands to cross over and touch her own shoulders, shielding her small chest from view before turning around.
"It's… my father. He's a decent man overall, but very conservative and a little tyrannical. Manages my entire professional and professional life, and my equally-tightassed sister picks up whatever slack he leaves. So I'm a little boxed in."
"Ah… wow, a regular mafia of music." Now Neon was beginning to understand. Of course, Yang knew from day one what background she had, having been given a brief introduction in her interview. But for Neon, she was learning as they went. Weiss had her chances handed to her on a silver platter; Neon had to build her career up from scratch. But at least her situation was slightly more flexible.
But then she was starting to think about other things. Like the video, the song; what it was about. "So… that viral video your pal Ruby put out… did he approve?"
"Not really. Of course, he was of the opinion that people were 'reading too much' into the lyrics — not seeing what he didn't want to see, and I let him believe his own fantasy. But he was also mad that I didn't keep a better eye on my 'unpolished material'."
"Yeah, I can understand that." She finally paced back, enough to allow Weiss to lie down. There were a lot of questions she had, about her father, about why the video even came to be… and about the other girl in it with her. But those could wait. Especially since she could see Weiss wasn't ready to answer them.
"No, you can't… and thank your lucky rainbows for that. He's just…" Sighing deeply, Weiss crawled onto the bed, closing her eyes at the soft feeling of the cotton sheet. All of the other blankets and pillows were wadded up in the corner, far away from her. "You have to put up with that Adam creep, which sucks, but at least he's not your father. Maybe someday you can get away from him completely."
"Yeah… maybe." She was beginning to agree. Sensing Weiss would be in no mood for her to be teasing, she grabbed the bottle again from the table and knelt by her side. Now she was there, she could drizzle the oil on her back, and then begin to rub it into her shoulders. After the "AAAHH!" of the cold fluid first landing on her back, Weiss lapsed into silence.
"But you don't need him much longer, you know," Neon continued. "I mean, that snippet of a song has got people going crazy… If you and that girl got together, wrote a whole album, you could get any recording contract you wanted – without his help."
After nearly a minute of rubbing, Weiss finally grunted, "I can't get ahold of her right now. She's, um, on vacation."
Beginning to press her thumbs into the shoulders, Neon worked away at the tense muscles she was finding there. All the while, she had no idea this subject would be such a deep one, one that would spark old memories. "Cell phones are a thing though, right?"
"To some people," she grumbled – but immediately afterward, let out a long, low groan of relief. "Ohhhhhh, God … wow, that's incredible…"
Starting to smile as she edged gradually closer to her neck to try and loosen that as well, Neon continued to work the oil all over her back. Her client seemed to instantly give, but it was a noticeable difference. "Geez! You really were tense…"
As the subject of Yang ebbed away, so did Weiss's stress, and she squirmed very slightly to get more comfortable on the bed. "And your hands… are magic, Neon! Oh wow… can't believe you stopped doing this, even if it's because you can sing rings around me…"
“Don’t be dumb; your pipes are as good as my pipes.”
Gradually she worked her way down Weiss's body, along her spine and slowly toward her hips. Anywhere she could reach, she would take care of, continuing to lather her body in the sweet-smelling moisture and working it into her skin. And Weiss kept up the groans of relief when she wasn’t sighing like a happy little kitten.
"Maybe I still got it," Neon giggled. "Or maybe it's just because it's you and me."
"Maybe, mmm… do you…" Her voice trailed off in a weak, contented laugh as she flipped her head from one side to the other. "Nah. This is great, never mind."
"No no, go ahead," she encouraged, continuing to work with her hands even as she leant in toward her, whispering. "I'm listening."
Another gust of delight, this one higher and turning into a groan toward the end. "Ooh… can you do my legs next? All that stage practice, dance moves… you probably get what I mean…"
"Oh, is that all?" she asked, as though it were no big deal whatsoever. In truth, it wasn't.
And that was proven as she crawled downward toward the legs in question, lathering them in the fluid and then immediately working into them with her thumbs. But it could not be denied, hearing Weiss groan in pleasure from her actions was spurring her own heat again. Maybe this would eventually lead somewhere yet.
"Ohhhhhhhh, yeah," Weiss bleated, one of her calves angling up, toes curled tightly inward before the leg fell limp again. "DAMN! Oh, I needed this! I needed it bad!"
And her noises were becoming very nearly sexual; just barely in front of that line, and occasionally darting across it before coming back to the platonic, massage-only side. Either way, Weiss was enjoying herself more than either of them had anticipated.
"Hmm, you really were tense." Continuing to make her way downwards, she smiled back up toward Weiss. This could be the perfect chance for them to try things again, for her to attempt to return the favor for those throes of pleasure she'd had a quarter of an hour ago. Testing those waters, as she finished on one side, and was going to move on to the other, she whispered, "I also provide… Intimate services…"
Partly due to the fingernail that brushed the sole of her other foot, and partly the proposition, Weiss shivered all over and let out a noise that sounded like a goat in heat. Then she kicked Neon very gently with the non-trapped leg.
"Silly… but I'll keep it in mind." When thumbs dug into the arch of her foot, she groaned, "NNnnnnnNNhhhh, that's criminal! You can't be this good with every part of the body, it's not possible!"
"Oh but it is." She giggled, continuing to knead into the flesh with her thumbs, grinning as she watched the woman below her completely come undone. Although when the sighs were becoming rather suspect again, she began to smirk, continuing to whisper sweet nothings.
"Are you sure I can't do more for you?"
"Well…" She was contemplating, as hard as that was made by the thumbs gouging into her feet, moving up her other calf. "You… you're already doing so well, but do you do… front-massages? Is that a thing?"
"I can make it a thing." Neon then took a few steps backward, watching her movements like a hawk as she stepped out of her own skirt. "Turn over."
Two words had rarely brought Weiss to such a standstill. She would be showing far more of her body off if she were to roll onto her back… but on the other hand, this was her idea. Slowly but surely, she did turn, and lay rigid as a board with her arms pressed up against her sides.
Now the redhead could just about see it all. Last time she was here, she saw her petite diva with a bra on, so not to this full extent before. Now she could see things to the full, the small mounds of her chest, the smooth stomach… everything but what her panties were covering. This was going to be just as much a treat to her as it was going to be for Weiss.
Before pressing hands inwards, she leant downward to press a kiss against her stomach. "Beautiful."
Another shiver. This one seemed to be due to the nearness of Neon's lips, how she was lingering so close to a certain region… but she was covered entirely. No real cause for alarm. Therefore, she followed up that shiver with a whispered, "Thank you" before trying her best to relax.
"Now then…" She began again, leaning upright as she grasped the bottle once more, holding it above her. But now there were choices to be made. Choices that could make this experience even more extreme. "Would you like for me to be sat here still? Or…" The next movement was gestured as she stroked Weiss's outer thigh. "Do you want me to straddle you?"
The further coating of her leg with oil convinced her. "Straddle me. I… think it should be easier for you to oil me up if you're like that." Her arms twitched again; they wanted to shoot up and cross over her front, to shield her nakedness from the other woman, regardless of how much she also wanted her to drink it in with her glittering eyes. So many conflicts inside of her …
As she wished, Neon slipped a leg over Weiss's body, straddling her hips just as she was commanded. Yet again, the fabric of their underwear was meeting again, grinding against one another just as it did their second date. But Neon couldn't focus on that. For now, she squirted more of the oil onto her hands, and began to rub it onto her shoulders, kneading in with her thumbs each time just as she had with her back. This time, they could maintain eye contact.
Clearly, it was a struggle for her, but Weiss eventually managed to close her eyes and enjoy the feeling of bliss her new girlfriend was gracious enough to bestow upon her. Those hands worked miracles! Letting out mewling sighs with every breath now, she relaxed into the motions as the hands began drifting down in the direction of her chest a little at a time.
And eventually, she was massaging around the petite mounds. Delicately kneading her fingertips into them, purely just for pleasure and pleasing her girlfriend this time. That's what they were now, right? Girlfriends? Maybe it was the right word, it certainly felt right for Neon to use at least.
Once satisfied she had been coated in the sweet-smelling oils, she moved her hands inwards, starting to grasp and grope at her modest assets. Weiss arched her back up into the touch, a shaky gasp erupting as she felt palms on her peaks, taunting and invigorating her flesh. Again, Neon knew exactly what to do to get her going… and she was probably using every last shred of that knowledge to persuade her to let go and let God - even though in this case, God was a glowstick-waving redhead with tattoos and glitter on her cheeks. Very marginally, for the first time, she began to feel like their relationship might really work out after all.
If she could get over the fears that she had. Speaking of which, Neon was gradually beginning to explore. Shuffling herself down Weiss's body, she was straddling her legs instead, leaving her stomach and what was below exposed. It was covered with her panties for now, but as one hand began to trail toward them, it appeared that barrier wouldn’t hide her for much longer.
Within seconds, there was a discernible change in her breathing. Fingertips getting close to the waistband made the muscles of her stomach clench, her own hands grasping at the bedsheet. The conflict within her was like a raging storm; should she let this happen, or resist?
"Do you want this?" Neon asked, trailing a fingertip over the top of the band. It was both to fall into their play, and so she could genuinely find out. She needed to hear Weiss say it before she continued.
Both of her well-oiled shoulders shrugged. "Maybe. Do you?" Then she smiled bemusedly. "Like I really have to ask that."
"I wanna repay you." Neon continued to trail her fingers over it. Even though she was smiling, she was worried it would be a repeat of their previous two encounters. Anything to avoid that was a smart idea in her book. "But I need to hear you ask me for it."
"Yeah," Weiss sighed, eyes closing for a moment as she suppressed a reaction to the way the girl on top of her insisted on getting the okay. She knew it had been all her fault, that she was the one holding both of them back from enjoying each other so completely. That guilt was crushing. "Yeah, just… I'm sorry in advance if I'm nervous, but I really do want this. I promise."
"Thanks… I just don't wanna put pressure on you, okay? Well, not the bad kind." Finally, the moment had arrived. She trailed her hand upward and then dipped down into the band, slowly trailing further and further down. Through the patch of sparse hair, then eventually, toward the lips themselves…
"A-ahh!" she breathed as her body seized, her head tossing to one side and eyes screwing shut. This was more like it! Though she would have been fine if nothing more than petting and massaging happened, there were needs that had been going unmet. Having someone to tend them again was… nice. Exciting, but also comforting.
There was another comfort in all this. Weiss's first time with Yang, she had to get over a huge obstacle; her body confidence. Before, it took forever for her to work up the courage to allow Yang to look or touch her down there. But Neon wasn't even exposing it. She knew just how to get someone based on feel alone. It said enough about her skill, how much she had practiced; but also unintentionally served Weiss’s needs.
Two fingers trailed their way between her lips, venturing up and down the wetness she found there, gathering the moisture. "Ohh, Neon…" Her lips slowly turned into a vague smile. It had taken some effort of will, but she was going to enjoy herself. A beautiful girl was touching her intimately, teasing her body, and it was ridiculous for her to ignore that just because of a few old hang-ups.
"Weiss," she responded, her voice in a much lower tone as she purred in delight at what was happening to the woman below. It was more than enough of a response to get her going again – but no, this was Weiss's turn, and she was going to make it every bit as good as what she had received on the couch. Unconcerned for if the oil would stain her clothing, she laid herself on top of Weiss's body instead, pressing her lips against her exposed neck over and over as she continued to grind those fingers. Gradually, as she was getting into it, she felt her hips thrusting forward into it as well, in unison with her finger's movements.
So much of this was too familiar, too reminiscent of how things had been with- but no, not now. This was Neon on top of her, Neon who was worming fingers up against her vulnerable petals and kissing her neck. Neon whose shirt she was yanking off over her head frantically, in an effort to bring them closer, to make their activities more intimate.
"S-sorry," she breathed shakily once she realized there was an obstacle to taking it off one of the arms, letting the shirt hang from Neon's elbow awkwardly.
Neon instead giggled at her, stopping the movements of her fingers a moment as she came back into her view. "I get it. You want to see the ladies again, huh?"
Biting her lip, Weiss nodded. "I… want to see them… to feel you." Her face was burning up, almost as much as the flesh Neon couldn't resist sliding her fingers through continuously. She wanted to be with Neon so much more than she had expected — to feel something besides regret and loss. And she was past the point of worrying about how the other girl would react to her thinking that way, past holding herself back.
Neon drew her hand out, quickly using that time to shuck her shirt and toss it to one side, then to throw her bra atop the growing mound of clothing. Straight away however; she returned to what she was doing before. She pressed herself right up against Weiss's body, eagerly delivering more and more kisses to her neck. This time, Neon's own set of breasts was pushed up against her, the pointed piercings could be felt up against her chest as her fingers got straight back to work. She was on a mission, and was going to get there.
To Weiss's surprise, the steel of the piercings wasn't as cold as she'd been expecting. Already warm from being trapped up against her chest, there was only the sensation of rigidness that didn't belong next to the softness of her peaks. Weiss raised a hand to tease one again as their hips bucked, weighing it in her hand, pushing the stud from side to side.
Neon hummed contentedly, pushing her hips up against her repeatedly in unison with her fingers. Slowly, painfully so while she was gathering what she needed. But finally, she was trailing her hand lower, beginning to circle her entrance over and over. For Neon, she knew to save the best until last, which meant Weiss would have to wait if she wanted the sensitive nub played with.
The other hand suddenly shot into Neon's fluffy cloud of hair and gripped hard, dragging her down for a heated embrace, devouring her mouth with recklessness and need. And as she kissed her so hard… she also nodded. The orange-haired vixen could be felt smirking in the middle of the kiss as she did so right back, instantly allowing her tongue to find Weiss's as she passionately embraced her. No more waiting.
And below, two things were happening at the same time. The fingers dove into her, pushing back and forth along the inner walls over and over again. And her hips… Those hips kept moving in unison with the diving fingers, almost like that was the force that was pushing her in and out. Like they weren't her fingers at all, but a part of her to only function for this purpose.
Something about those motions were familiar… but Weiss again chose not to delve too deeply into that thought. This was Neon she was within the here and now. And she gratefully arched her back and moaned aloud into the other mouth as she was destroyed with a pair of fingers that had obviously been down that road many times before.
They must have done. Given that in such little amount of time, they were curling to find that sweeter spot, massaging it with every thrust forward, every gyration of her hips. It may have been such a different person, but the actions almost mirrored Yang's. Her kiss with Weiss intensified, just as it would have if it were Yang. She continued to massage and touch Weiss's breast with her spare hand, just as Yang would have. And then her moaning was beginning to get louder and louder in Weiss's mouth – again, as she would expect from Yang.
"Nnhhhh!" she groaned into the lips above hers as that vulnerable cluster inside of her was assailed over and over, turning her into a writhing, orgasm-mad mess. No longer able to keep toying with Neon's chest without hurting her somehow, she abandoned that to reach up and dig her fingernails into her supple back, to cling for dear life. She was so wound up that it couldn't take much more of this before she was screaming into the ceiling.
"Hmmmhh…" Neon disengaged from her lips, and instead began to kiss and nibble at her neck over and over again, continuing to push in and out, back and forth with her hips. Weiss was close, so close. And she was going to send her rocketing there. Extending her thumb to rub against the cluster of nerves above as well as thrust against those below, she was prepared for Weiss to finish. So she whispered to her again, "Go on, you want to. You wanna come for me. Come for me, Princess!"
Oh, how that thumb pushed her beyond her limits! Losing all control of her body, she arched up into the hand that was punishing her body so completely, the lips laying waste to her neck and the words of her lover spurring her onward, coaxing her out of the shell just enough to let herself relish the climax crashing down around them.
"YES! FFFFUCK YES, HARDER! That's right, that's- I'M- I'm g-gonna- ohHHHHHHHH, YAAAAAANNNNGGG!"
As she felt Weiss's orgasm roll over her body, felt the muscles clamp on her fingers over and over again, Neon pumped her fingers a few more times, milking her lover's orgasm for all it was worth. Yet another satisfied customer it seemed, making her grin with joy.
That was until she was starting to realize something… That wasn't her name Weiss had called. Nor was it just Weiss yelling out profanities to try and control herself. Weiss had called out another name. From how it sounded, another woman's name. What did that mean?
She let Weiss have the last remnants of pleasure before she gradually eased away, drew her fingers back out of her body. Allowing a few moments for Weiss to regain her breath before she asked.
"What's a Yang?"
"A wha…?" For a few glorious seconds, Weiss just reached up and caressed Neon's cheek as she gazed up at her gratefully, trying to get her breath.
Then it hit home: she had said that in their final moments. Done the unthinkable and mentioned her ex during sex.
Fuck.
And she was still laying there, nearly nude next to a half-clothed goddess whom she had insulted by calling the wrong name out, who looked only politely interested instead of horribly offended, the way she should have been. This was all wrong. The entire situation had gone from beautiful to terrible in less than ten seconds, and it was all. Her. Fault.
Upon seeing Weiss's expression begin to shift, Neon was growing increasingly worried herself, backing away slightly and tilting her head. It seemed that really was true, from Weiss's reaction. That it was another name rather than a pure noise of passion.
But maybe she should give her the benefit of the doubt. "Are… you okay?"
Tears began to sting Weiss’s eyes, and she had to get away. Though she had told herself she wouldn't run again, this time she had done worse than just being uncomfortable; she had slighted Neon in a really profound way, and it might not be something she could take back. Never before had she felt like such a whore .
"I'm… gonna need a minute," Weiss whispered as she pushed up from the bed, facing away from her. She took two breaths, the second one beginning to sound suspiciously like a sob as she added, "Excuse me," and headed out and toward the bathroom.
And for a moment, Neon was left on her own in the bedroom with nothing but her own thoughts, and an all new worry. If that really was a name, who was it? Was this 'Yang' a threat to her and Weiss's blossoming relationship? Or was Weiss even dating this person without telling her?! No, that couldn't be it. She wouldn't have been this upset if it was cheating; more scared and trying to make excuses.
It was getting more and more confusing by the minute. Until there was a faint buzzing she could hear, coming from the mound of clothes on the floor. Probably her agent trying to get contact with her at the worst of times again, like she usually did. But as she scrambled to try and find her phone, she didn't find hers.
She instead found Weiss's. And curiosity was getting the better of her. Quickly looking back around to the door to check, she unlocked the phone; not even a password or anything. Maybe she could find out who this Yang was through here. She felt bad, but after that name slipped out she felt like she had to see what she could see.
Though everyone knows what they say about curiosity…
Weiss’s phone background was a simple picture of a beach at sunset, a palm tree arching overhead. Lovely, exotic, and common; the kind of thing you set as wallpaper when you first buy your phone. As it turned out, the incoming text was from someone named "Ruby" — that friend she had mentioned in the interview.
Hey Weiss, hows it going with Neon?? Im so excited for you, maybe you can introduce me to her on Skype!! : D
Neon found herself smiling at such an adorably supportive message. It was good for her to see that Weiss had someone who seemed to know about who she was as a person, and about her sexuality. It made her feel rather special even to know that Weiss had told someone about them, even if it was one person.
She decided not to go through the rest of her text messages. Even if she wanted answers about her potential competition, she wasn't going to go that far to get them. That was Weiss's life, very private conversations. But maybe there was a photo. Scrolling to the photo album app, she was welcomed by a few photos of her and a smaller girl with glasses and dark hair. That seemed to fit the description of Ruby, at least.
"Cute," she muttered to herself, beginning to scroll upward to see what else was there. “I’d tap that if I wasn’t with Weiss.”
The next few were of Weiss and a cute blonde girl with distinctly Asian features; the one from the impromptu music video. They were just selfies, like any girl would take with her friend. She had a few of her and Weiss on her own phone. But as they progressed, they started changing gradually. Sitting closer, glancing at each other more. One of her sleeping, looking entirely peaceful.
Next she saw her wearing a gorgeous traditional dress, looking both elegant and bashful. Was this at a wedding? Had Weiss been a bridesmaid or something? That would make sense if Weiss had feelings for her and now they were no longer in each other's lives.
That was when she found pictures she would regret seeing. Blondie in the nude, being toyed with, teased… a pale hand that could only belong to her Weiss doing the teasing. And among those pictures was a video file.
Which turned out to be even more graphic than the pictures. Not only was there an ice blue length pounding into her — and into somewhere she had not been expecting — but there was another aspect to the woman in the video she discovered that was not readily apparent in all of the other pictures.
She was a DUDE. Well, that was inaccurate, and she instantly felt bad that it had been her first thought, but there was definitely something between her legs that came as a complete shock to the snooping woman. All that time, Weiss had been dating a girl, who dated a girl… who didn't have what most girls have. Which would explain some of her reticence to try new things, even though she was comfortable with others. This helped slot in several more pieces of the puzzle that was Weiss Schnee.
"You have… no idea how sorry I am about what happened just now, Neon,” said diva began as she returned to the bedroom, wrapped in a bath towel and still looking completely ashamed of herself – and as Neon jumped, closing the gallery app and dropping the phone onto the bed. “Seriously."
Neon felt caught. It was deadly obvious what she had been doing, and she belatedly felt like a terrible person for snooping – even if she felt like she had a good reason to snoop at the time. Competition. But perhaps she could get away with not telling Weiss of the erotic video she had just witnessed on her phone, and merely blame the ridiculously red cheeks on her coming down period from their play. Or that she was just caught with Weiss's phone in her hand the once.
"U-um… Ruby messaged you," she answered honestly, but then patted the bed for her to sit down. "But um, I just… I have a few questions? If that's okay?"
A flicker of anger passed over Weiss's face when she realized what she had interrupted, but given her own slip-up during their sexual encounter, she didn't have any room to point fingers. Yet she didn’t sit. She remained standing, entire body language guarded. "Alright. I wish you had let me check for messages myself, but… yeah, go on. Questions like what?"
"Oh I didn't…" Sighing rather than arguing any further, she ran a hand through her hair. She could cover what she was doing halfway through the conversation, if the questions led to it. "Okay… this… Yang," she began cautiously. "Is she the chick on guitar?"
"Yes." There was no use in hiding anything anymore, despite how each word stole yet more light from her eyes. "She was my bodyguard, who became my best friend… and yes, we ended up writing that song together."
But Neon knew better. She didn't need to have seen the video to piece things together. Pictures of Yang in a beautiful dress, then of her sleeping, the meaningful glances… They all told her that Weiss definitely had feelings for her somewhere. And another gesture told her that those feelings were returned. Something that wasn't in the phone.
"Your necklace in that interview… the yellow guitar pick. That's something she gave you?"
Again, she shrugged her shoulders, but her voice was more strained when she went on. "Why not? Friendship bracelets exist. Why not… friendship necklaces? Is that so crazy?"
"Weiss…" She spoke more softly this time, enough to try and get her to look at her. But the expression wasn't that of someone who was going to joke and be childish about the situation like she would have expected. It was one of sympathy. She wanted to try and show that she was willing to listen.
"What do you want me to say? That all the rumors are true? That Yang and I had a- a torrid love affair, that we fucked like rabbits during the entire tour?! Is that what you need?!" Tears were already sliding down her cheeks, but her voice only got louder, harsher and less stable. "Well, what's the point in telling you that?! It's not a story that has a happy ending! And it has nothing to do with you and me! It's just… history now, that's all! Just…"
She crumpled to her knees in the middle of the floor, sobbing and unable to continue. No longer willing to sit around and do nothing, Neon got up from the bed and knelt down by her side. There were no more words she could say, nothing that would make the situation any better for the one she cared about in question. She wanted answers, but wanted to show Weiss she cared about her more than she needed those. So she only petted her back gently, giving her that time to cry that she so desperately needed. Judging from how abrupt it was, she hadn't been able to do this with anyone.
The first sign that Weiss was recovering came when the arms came up to grip Neon tighter; she at least could acknowledge there was another person there now, that she needed her there. Wet eyes pressed against her neck as she sobbed and shook, as her fingertips stabbed into her naked back. Clearly, she was somewhat broken… but Neon would only find out why a few minutes later.
"She left me," Weiss finally forced herself to growl out between racking, awful noises. "I d-don't know why, I don't know what I did, b-but she left, and she won't even answer my calls or anything! I c-can't- nobody would tell me anything, I don't understand! I th-thought she lo- I thought she loved me!!!"
The words hurt Neon. She'd heard break up stories all the time, but all had reasons for the split somewhere. At least reasons the other party could safely say. Cheating, not working out, even abuse, she'd heard it all. But for Weiss, there was no explanation whatsoever. One-day Yang was there, the Yang which she seemed to share an emotional bond with judging by some of the pictures; the next she was gone, out of her life. Without even a goodbye, from the sounds of things.
Stroking her back, and trying to keep herself from crying with her, she looked downward. What could she say? She had a few theories of why, but a lot related to that intimate video. It seemed she would have to admit to seeing that if she was going to ask.
"So um, this Yang… Yang isn't exactly a girl like you and me, right?"
"She… what?" Drawing back and swiping at her red-rimmed eyes with one hand, she asked, "What do you mean by that?"
"Well… okay, guess I gotta fess up." She was blushing red raw again as she ran a hand over her face, starting to tremble with fear. "After I checked the message, I, uh… glanced at your pics to see if I could find who this Yang possibly was. And I found a… um… very nice video…"
That had the poor, distraught girl looking like she had been slapped. "You… what? You looked through m-" Instantly, she was jerking away from Neon's grasp. "Oh my God… oh my God, oh my GOD, I can't believe you did that…"
"I'm sorry! God, I really am, I just… I didn't think. I was just trying to find out who Yang was, why you were calling her name when I fucked you. I got really jealous, I… guess I didn’t even notice it until… right now." The realisation flooded her with shame. But she knew she deserved it, she deserved Weiss’s anger, for her to react as harsh as she did. All she could do was apologise.
"If I ever catch you on my phone again, I'll…" But she didn't even have enough fight in her to finish the likely-empty threat. Instead she just crumpled further, turning away. "Shit… I really messed up - you found out about Yang, th-that wasn't supposed to- I've been thinking I should set a password for my phone, but I never… I'm so lazy, and stupid…"
"Hey, I'm not gonna tell anyone. About you or about Yang. Promise . But y’know, that got me thinking…" She didn't attempt to pet Weiss again. Not after that. She didn't deserve to touch her. But Weiss did at least deserve the theory. "You said your dad's pretty conservative, right? Could it… could he maybe have found out?"
"No… no, I don't think so. He would have said something to me… my sister knows, but she already threw it in my face, so that's out." The white-haired girl's voice was flat and emotionless as she stared off toward the corner of the room. Her hand pressed into her mouth for about ten seconds as she breathed hard through her nose, then she lowered it. "I… appreciate you not telling anybody about Yang. Even if she's… whatever happened, I promised myself I wouldn't put her in danger by outing her. And I intend to keep that promise. Not going back on it just because I’m hurt by her dumping me."
Nodding to herself, Neon was only just starting to smile slightly. After a moment or two, she even let out a soft laughter, looking toward her bedroom window as she stared out blankly. "God though, I'd have never have guessed. I mean, that video, she looked so great. Had me fooled; hell, had the entire nation fooled."
"Had them fooled? How?" After a second, Weiss's forehead wrinkled up as she crossed her arms over her chest. "What are you trying to say, exactly?"
"Well, you know, that she's a tranny and all." Wrong move. Neon was clearly in the same boat Weiss was in when she first learnt who Yang was; meaning well, but saying all the wrong things. And this was getting worse. "Like I had no idea… Does this mean you're bi, then?"
But of course, Weiss also remembered how she had been back then, and only sighed wearily. "Listen. Yang isn't like that; she's not wearing a costume. She is a real live woman, just… got born differently than we did." Then she threw up both hands, adding, "And what's so great about vaginas, anyway? They bleed a few days every month and get yeast infections! I'd swap mine out for a dick if I could!"
"Hey, whoa whoa whoa, I never said anything about it being bad!" She held up her hands, waving them back and forth to show she meant no harm in what she said. "It's a great dick, seriously! And if she likes having it, then… yay! But I'm just saying, I'd have never have guessed she was born a boy. She looks great, for a trans… person?"
"She looks great for a person ," Weiss continued to correct stubbornly. But mentioning Yang's looks only made her feel more depressed, and she ran a hand through her hair. "God… you sure walked into a minefield. I'm on the rebound, and the last girl I was with had a totally different body… and I don't know, I'm really into you but I can't seem to… to move on, and…" More tears fell, but this time she wasn't quite falling into the pit of sorrow the way she had before. Just grieving, yet again.
It was only now Neon was leaning toward her again, wrapping her arms around her and hugging her closely, gently petting her shoulders. She had far more answers this time, but at what cost? Her possible girlfriend was so hung up over another woman, still grieving over answers she never got. Was it something she could even cope with? That either of them could? She would have to tread very carefully here. A part of her could tell that deep down, Weiss still loved this girl. Still wanted her. But she wasn't here. And unless she was going to turn up out of the blue, Neon could feel reasonably secure in her new relationship.
But it was still a possibility.
"Look…" she began, leaning back to wipe away one of the stray tears from Weiss’s cheeks. "I can tell she meant a shit tonne to you, that you're really broken up about this. And no matter what happens, you can talk to me about it, okay?"
"But you shouldn't have to! Sh-shouldn't have to pick up the pieces of me, I should… be ready to be with you right here, right now, all the way!" Weiss leaned up and kissed her cheek. "I'm sorry I'm still so hung up on her, b-but I really like you, okay? That's not changing!"
"You don’t have to do that," she insisted, wiping away another stray tear. One of her own fell down her cheeks, over the little heart shaped tattoo specifically. She couldn't help it, all of this was emotionally draining. But what kept her going was the knowledge that if this was hard for her, it would be so much worse for Weiss. Finally making sure she was looking into her eyes, she spoke softly and genuinely.
"We all have baggage, okay? It took me well over a year to get over my first girlfriend. And you're doing completely fine! But I want you to know…" She swallowed. This was getting to a more difficult part. If she was this hung up over Yang and the possibility of her returning was still there, she needed for Weiss to know. "If… you want to slow things down, or even pump the brakes until you feel less, um, weird… It's fine with me. We'll still be friends, no hard feelings, no worries. I'm not saying you gotta, but the option is there."
Weiss's reaction was not what she had been expecting – since she had been expecting to get dropped right away. Especially because of her snooping; she wouldn’t blame her in the slightest. Instead, those baby blue eyes got even wider, and she began to hyperventilate. She was shaking like a leaf as she drew away from her, curling into a ball on the floor. She was whispering something over and over, but it wasn't easily distinguishable until Neon leaned slightly closer.
"Don't leave me, don't leave me, don't leave me, don't leave me…"
It plucked at Neon's heartstrings to see Weiss like this, so terrified of being abandoned. She may have been one to speak about baggage, but this was something new altogether. The question was, would she be able to handle it? Weiss was so hung up on this other girl, so hung up on this Yang, that everything was in the air. She may never get over it if they never found out why, or she could leave her in an instant if Yang returned. It may never work out at all. But that didn't mean she wasn't going to do her damn best to help her however she could in the time they had.
“I’m not going anywhere,” she whispered into her hair as she cradled the shivering diva close. “Neon doesn’t bail on friends. Pinky promise.”
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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