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Princess and The Dragons	By : RWBYRemnants Category: +M through R > RWBY Views: 1054 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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THIS CHAPTER: Monochrome: assisted masturbation, cheating (kind of)

=Chapter 37
Weiss felt numb all over. Those words couldn’t have been in the same sentence: ‘Schnee’ and ‘mayor’. It had to be someone’s idea of a bad joke. Cinder had planned this - she was just the type! Before she knew what was happening, Kali’s hands were on her shoulders and the sofa was underneath her; she couldn’t even remember sitting down.
“Father? Is he… is it true?”
“It is, sweetie,” Kali told her gently, eyes full of concern. “He just announced his candidacy this morning. I would have assumed you heard…”
“Nobody was talking about it at school,” Blake confirmed, not quite so affected but still concerned for Weiss. It would have been touching if she wasn’t completely beside herself.
Meanwhile, the others remained largely unaffected. Salem shrugged, eyes dark and piercing beneath her usual hood - even indoors. “Why should they have? Youth is wasted on the young. Children have no head for current events and political machinations.”
“That’s because they’re supposed to be children.” The frost in Kali’s tone as she addressed her own leader surprised her, especially since she had been so quick to tell Weiss that she wasn’t a child. Which one was it? “Haven’t they a right to grow into productive members of society before they have to vote and be disappointed in the world?”
“Touché, Duchess. Perhaps I truly have become jaded.”
“We need to nail down how to proceed,” Sienna hissed at them through her teeth. “Then we can worry about trivial matters. Are you sure you don’t want me to fill him full of-”
“No, no. Your methods are effective but… indelicate.” Salem’s legs crossed as she contemplated, dark eyes sweeping from face to face. A minute passed before she replied. “I don’t believe we’ll need to move immediately. The election is weeks away; plenty of time to let our minds percolate.”
Clearing her throat, Weiss said in a small voice, “Wh-why do you think he wants to become mayor? Why now? I… I really, really want to hope it has nothing to do with me and the Dragons, but if it does…”
“If it does, then what?” Cinder sighed impatiently.
“If it does, maybe I… could go back home. And he would leave you alone, and drop the whole-”
“Don’t be so gullible, Schnee. All that will accomplish is showing him that he can do whatever he wants.”
“She’s right,” Kali reassured her in gentler tones. “I know you want to do whatever you can to fix this problem; I would in your position. But a man like your father won’t bend to anyone’s will unless he’s made to bend. And if people can’t bend, if they aren’t flexible enough…”
“They break,” Emerald hissed through her teeth. Cinder patted her arm to help calm her.
Salem rose to her feet, smoothing down the front of her cloak. “This ‘not-meeting’ is adjourned. All we needed from it was to adjust our thinking… make sure we are all aware of the tribulations that await us, be contemplating until we meet again. We have done that, and we can proceed to other matters. Kali, I trust you will inform us if you become aware of another location?”
“Immediately, High Dragon.”
“Good. Take care, all.” Without waiting for anyone to bid her farewell, she swept from the room, Sienna immediately on her heels. Emerald and Cinder were next, though they favoured Weiss with smiles and nods as they filed out. Then it was just Weiss and the Belladonnas.
Kali was the first to speak. “Well, that was interesting. Let’s finish working on dinner.”
“That’s all you have to say, Mom? Nothing about… you know, Weiss’s daddy trying to take over the whole city?!”
“Maybe he’s going into organised crime himself. Maybe he’s got bats in his belfry - how are we supposed to know? Either way, we can’t do anything tonight. Let’s just worry about getting food on the table for now, alright?” When neither of them answered right away, she cupped their cheeks and smiled. “Good girls. Go and wash up for dinner.”
As they paced upstairs, Weiss whispered, “Is it just me, or did your mom get a lot more… motherly just now?”
“Not just you.” Glancing over her shoulder, she lowered her voice to a whisper. “I think it was what Salem said. Y’know, about us kids not being aware of politics, and the world? Think it really ground her gears.”
“Well, it’s creepy. She was flirting with me yesterday; I don’t want her feeding me jars of Gerber peas today!”
Lip curling, Blake murmured, “I don’t want her doing either one.”
“Oh… well, yeah, I know. I am sor-”
“Don’t. It’s weird for me, but like I said, I’m used to her flirting with anything that moves. Just… not somebody I’m close to is all. There are all kinds of reasons, trust me.”
Weiss’s cheeks bunched with the force of her sudden smile. “You’re close to me? Awww…”
Before Blake could sputter a response, the master bedroom door opened and Willow peered out, eyes a little round and fearful. The instant she saw her daughter, her expression clarified and she pulled the door open. “Weiss, there you are.”
“Mom!” She smiled and trotted over for a hug. “You okay? You looked kind of worried.”
“Well, Kali told me there would be serious business going on downstairs, and… and that I should stay up here.” Swallowing hard, she glanced at Blake briefly as if she would pounce on her at any moment. “Is… is anyone… dead?”
Both of the girls looked startled. “Mom, we’re not assassins! No, nobody’s dead! Gee whiz!” Willow relaxed visibly, though she was still shaking very slightly and breathing rapidly. Seeing that she needed the comforting, she wrapped her arms around her mother a little tighter. “It’s alright, Mom. Sorry I got you mixed up in all this mess, I didn’t mean t-”
“No, no, it’s… it’s alright. I’m already much happier than I have been in years and years, even if I’m a little afraid of what might happen next. But I’m more afraid of… of your father now.”
At the mention of him, the girls exchanged a glance. Blake raised a hand up to rest in the middle of Willow’s back and began to guide them both toward the stairs. “Come on, Mrs. Schnee. Dinner’s almost ready. And, uh… and I think we could all use it.”

The meal did go smoothly once they were all seated and avoiding the whopper of an elephant in the room. Weiss got to mention that she was helping Yang reconnect with her uncle, which pleased Kali - both for Weiss’s involvement and that Yang was reaching out to her family more and more. Her own mother might have been a little confused, but she got the general idea and also commended her daughter for helping to foster any level of reconciliation. There was a lot of blushing, and a little teasing from Blake before Kali tossed an olive at her daughter. A food fight was narrowly avoided.
So it was that despite the very notion of a potential Mayor Schnee hanging over their heads, Weiss could fall right to sleep that night. Blake flashed her a calm smile; for once she had looked just fine, not stressed or morose or irritated. Even if not everything was great, a lot of things were getting better.
This time, she couldn’t remember any dreams when her eyes popped open the next morning. Only this lingering sense of well-being. One of them probably had something to do with…
“Yang…”
Her eyebrows twitched downward. That wasn’t her own voice, was it? It was such a quiet whisper, too. Glancing over to the side, she saw Blake curled away from her, thrashing around very slightly. Another dream about lost love; it was sad, even though she definitely was beginning to move on during the waking hours.
The next whimper sounded so quiet, so plaintive, that she couldn’t help it. She leaned up on her elbow to reach up and shake Blake awake, spare her the agony-
And saw her arm was moving quite a lot more than was normal for a sleeping woman. One wrist was disappearing into her loose violet pyjama pants. Her breathing was pretty ragged for someone asleep, too… and those whimpers…
Suddenly, Weiss felt the bottom drop out of her stomach. Clearly this problem had not gone away for Blake if she felt the need to do this while she wasn’t alone in the bed.
“A-ah,” her friend let out from between her lips. Weiss was completely beside herself, and every idea she had of how to fix this situation seemed more terrible than the last. Should she clear her throat to let her presence be known? NO! That would be disastrous! Then again, if she kept on watching, or even just laid there and listened to Blake doing this, it would make her the worst kind of Peeping Tom! Nevermind how uncomfortable she would be the entire time. And if Blake ever found out…
‘What do I do?’ she thought frantically as her face began to heat up, and as Blake’s arm ramped up in speed. To be fair, the girl was doing a pretty good job of keeping herself from shaking the rest of the bed or making noises that would wake someone, but she was still being indiscreet.
Two things happened next. Blake shifted, and a wave of a very specific scent rolled over Weiss that made her blush brighten. But she didn’t just shift her arm’s position. Her head turned, to glance over her shoulder and make sure she was the only one awake in the bed - that she wasn’t being watched.
Which, of course, she was.
Both girls froze completely for at least a full count of ten, two pairs of eyes wide and gazing into each other in shock. At least the arm was no longer moving. Then Blake asked the only sensible question.
“How… how long were you… watching me?”
“I…” Swallowing hard, she whispered back, “N-not long. A minute? But I didn’t know what to… I couldn’t believe you were really…”
Though Blake’s cheeks had been blotchy with sheer heat before, now they were taking on a much deeper shade as she began to turn away again. “Oh… my… God.”
“Blake-”
“Of course. Of course you wake up this one time, I can’t- what was I thinking?!” Her voice was a mixture of panic and pure shame. “What is WRONG with me?! Why am I so… so…”
Weiss couldn’t think of anything else to do but throw her arms around Blake. Obviously another terrible idea, but it was her best in the moment.
“Are you kidding me?!” she hissed angrily. “While I’m doing this?!”
“Shut up!” she commanded Blake, squeezing even tighter. “I don’t care! Waking up to this might not be Fat City for me, either, but you’re… there’s nothing wrong with you, alright?”
Blake held completely still for a long moment, vibrating with a cocktail of emotions. Then things began to shift a little. She had tried to move her arm and shivered. Weiss knew why, but she still didn’t pull away - even though a little voice in the back of her head was telling her the hug should probably end sometime soon. Before things went in a direction neither of them exactly wanted.
“Weiss… I appreciate you… saying that. But I, um… I think I need to get up, and go to the bathroom, and… and f-finish what I started. So unless you want to help me with it, I suggest you let go.”
Why did she feel so bold and reckless? “But you sound really close. Just… hurry up and do it.” That did get her hand to slap over her own mouth, so at least it accomplished the goal of ending the hug.
“Are you out of your tree?! I can’t! Not with… with you watching…” Her voice started to sound less and less angry, or shocked, or afraid. There was only shame now, mingling with her desires. “With you watching me. And I don’t think you want that, either.”
“Hey, let’s not get carried away. I didn’t say I wanted to watch! Just… that you should finish it off, and then… then everything will be fine again. Right?”
Amber eyes gazed up into hers guiltily, a little pink mouth slightly open as she panted for air and tried to think her way out of the situation. Weiss had already thought to all possible conclusions, and in her half-awake state, this sounded like the one that would result in the least hurt feelings. Sending Blake out of the room, or leaving herself, would wind up making them both even more ashamed than if they stayed. And asking Blake to just stop and not climax was inhumane! That only left this solution, undesirable as it was.
“What if…” Blake bit her lip for a moment, then looked away. “What if I do want you to watch?”
That got her attention. “What?”
“It’s… getting really hard not to do anything,” she whispered, arm trembling and tense. “So either… cut out right now, or it’s going to get really…” Another swallow, and she looked sincerely apologetic. “You could stop me. Pull my arm out of there. I think you should.”
“Blake…” This was her out! But she couldn’t take it. “No. I think you need this. You couldn't even wait until I got out of bed earlier, and now you’re almost there. So, um, I don’t think I would stop you if I wanted to. And I don’t.”
She nodded, seeing the wisdom in that statement. “Schnee, you are… something else. I swear.” Then she licked her lips, letting out a nervous laugh. “I’ve never done this before, you know. Just… worked on myself while somebody else was… I might sound dumb, or look dumb…”
“Don’t worry about that. But if it helps, I won’t watch your face too much. Okay?”
“Well…” Reluctantly, she nodded. Then began to move her arm…
And the immediate moan of relief was enough to send shivers down Weiss’s spine. This was definitely a mistake; she knew that the minute she suggested it. But what a glorious mistake it would be.
“You… do not sound ‘dumb’,” she told her baldly.
“I don’t?” Blake laughed quietly, hips twitching back and forth. “Mmhh… you know, you don’t have to keep hugging me. Or even stay in the bed. I… it’s alright, Weiss.”
“I’m comfortable here.” Not that she was fully; she was comfortable lying on the bed, of course, but her libido was anything but comfortable with having a lithe, nubile body enjoying that kind of stimulation so close to her own. Why did Blake have to sound so incredible? Even just feeling her back and rear brushing against herself a little as she squirmed was setting her off.
And Blake was losing her fight to keep still, to suppress her reactions as much as possible. At one point, a wave of pleasure hit her that caused her to curl in on herself, pulling her head further away and pushing her toes against Weiss’s bare shins. Having their skin connect seemed to snap her out of it.
“S-sorry.”
“No… don’t be.” Moving her arm further down, she rested a hand on Blake’s stomach, slipping it under her arm to do so. “Keep going. You need this.”
“Yeah. Need this… I really need…” The stomach muscles flexed and moved underneath her hand, and Blake redoubled her efforts. Now, she could feel each and every movement, the vibrations of her attempts to wring an orgasm from the reluctant clutches of her own flesh. Her stilted gasps and groans were so hot…
But not enough. She knew what Blake needed. “You can call her name.”
“What?”
“Yang. I… understand why, believe me. So you should, if you want.”
“No, that’s- she’s your girlfriend. I shouldn’t…” But she didn’t sound terribly resolute. In fact, she sounded like she wanted to give in, even if the look in her eyes said that she would hate herself for doing so.
“Just imagine that Yang is behind you right now,” she whispered against her neck, prompting a brand new shiver. She wasn’t sure where these ideas were coming from, other than they seemed reasonable for an unreasonable situation. “That she’s the one watching you, listening to you… waiting for you to show her what you can do to that body.”
That easily, she convinced a little “Yang” to slip from Blake’s tongue as she sped up, her hips beginning to shift against her frantic fingers. The motions were butting back against Weiss with every pass, building a heat she was trying her best to ignore. Another whispered oath, and another whispered “Yang!” Her mouth was hanging open now, gasping for more breath as she climbed higher toward the peak of pleasure.
“Yes!” Weiss hissed against Blake’s neck, bucking her hips in time with the other pair as her hand began to pet a circle on Blake’s stomach, mimicking the movements of the other one doing the lion’s share of the work. “It’s so good! Just keep going, don’t stop now!”
“Nhhhhh, Yang!” she moaned out, a little louder than she meant to but still quiet enough that it might not wake up anyone. “I… I’m so damn close! Almost!”
“Finish for her, Blake! Finish for Yang!”
That was as much as she could stand, if the louder gasp and the spasms of her entire body were any indication. She could feel toenails scratching her shins beneath the blanket, abdominals clenching, and the vibrations of ragged breathing bleed through Blake’s back and into her own chest. By all outward signs, this was definitely one of the strongest orgasms she had ever witnessed - maybe that Blake had experienced.
After a minute or so, Blake had recovered enough to roll onto her back and gaze at Weiss in wonder. Then she whispered, “How… did you do that?”
“Do what?” she laughed.
“Make it so good, and… you didn’t even touch me. Not really; not that way.”
“O-oh. Well, I didn’t even do anything, really.”
Blake’s smile was a little dazed - understandably. “You didn’t… and you did. Weird. But that was one of the best I’ve ever had, and definitely way better than any other game of solitaire. How did you do it?”
All she could offer was a shrug. By now, not only was Weiss vaguely embarrassed by the praise, but she was also fighting off her own arousal. Even if she hadn’t ever truly thought of Blake as a potential bed partner before, there could be no denying how hot that entire show was. And certain parts of her anatomy were clamoring for an encore.
“Schnee? You okay?”
“Fine. Totally fine.”
A knowing glint in one amber eye, she rolled over a bit more so she could pet up and down Weiss’s stomach through her nightie. “You know… I wouldn’t mind returning the favour. If that’s what you want.”
“It… it isn’t.” Clearing her throat, she patted Blake’s forearm, and it stilled. “Yang can take care of it for me later, I… but thank you.”
Sorrow and frustration took over on the raven-haired girl’s features again for a moment. But then it faded into the background and she simply embraced her temporary bunkmate. “Sorry. Just say the word, though.”
“No, I’m sorry. This is probably so difficult for you. And your life would be easier if I never-”
“Shhh. Don’t bother talking like that; we can’t change the past, and I don’t want to. You’re alright in my book, Schnee.” In a mock-grumble, she added, “Even if you’re being a big baby about me working you over.”
A thought occurred to her - a memory from right after she had met Blake - and she decided to share it with a little smirk. “You know… I’ll have to confer with Yang about it, to make sure she still feels the same. But she did once say that she wouldn’t mind if I made whoopee with you.” To be more specific, she had said Weiss had free reign to sleep with more than just Blake, but that information wasn’t pertinent.
“‘Made whoopee’,” she snickered.
“Why does everyone keep laughing at me when I say that?!”
“Sorry,” she laughed a little louder, clearly getting comfortable against Weiss’s side now. “But… if she really meant that, then I guess… there are crazier ideas. But I won’t make any moves until you get word we have a green light, Schnee. Homewrecking is not a hobby I’m looking to take up, even for a cute pompom girl.”
“I think that’s an acceptable plan,” she said with a little firm nod, and Blake only grinned. Weiss eventually smiled, as well. “You must have really felt good a minute ago if you’re buttering me up so much now.”
One of her trim shoulders shrugged as they relaxed a little more into each other. “I did. And I’m not just buttering you up; you razz my berries, as much as that surprises me. Though I did always think you were a fine thoroughbred filly.” Her hand began to pet up and down her side, and Weiss felt her cheeks flare up even more. “Mmmm, yeah…”
“Okay, enough. Roll back over.” Blake obeyed, and Weiss pressed their backs together. “Mmm… I could get used to it, though. Watching you blow your stack. It’s better than Ed Sullivan.”
“You germ,” she mock-growled, pushing her feet back against Weiss’s feet. They battled for dominance very briefly before giving up and simply resting again. “You know… nah, that’s just weird to say now. Nevermind.”
“Go ahead. I don’t think anything’s too weird after what we just did.”
With another little shrug, she went on quietly, “I was thinking before this morning that… that it might not be too bad…” She fell silent again. When Weiss elbowed her, she went on in a rush, “That it might not be so bad if our parents were together and we were sisters! There, okay?!”
“Ohhhh,” she breathed, secretly very touched by the sentiment. Especially after worrying that Blake hated her! But what she said was, “I don’t think I could handle watching my sister do what you did.”
“Well, not- I said ‘before this morning’, dingbat! GOD! Try to have a civil conversation…”
But eventually, they did decide it was time to get up. Not before a little more play-wrestling and a lot of talking, but there was no more hanky panky; she wanted to leave that up to Yang.
As soon as was bodily possible.
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