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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
- 39
- 40
- 41
CHAPTER WARNINGS: Dress-up, roleplay, dirty pictures, butt-fondling, analingus, anal fingering, fellatio, anal sex, hair pulling.

=Chapter 40
The next few days seemed to fly right by. There were the goodbyes to Ruby and Penny, then the slightly more sadder goodbyes to Blake and Sun. A few tears were shed that early afternoon, most of which from Yang as she continued to thank Blake over and over for everything she'd done. Of course, they made the promise to meet up again soon, Blake even setting a date for her and Sun to head down to Nashville for one weekend. Yang had made sure Ruby promised to catch up with her college work, with Penny reassuring her she would enforce that promise.
As for Weiss, she made sure to hug her redheaded friend extra tightly, without her fainting for once. And even left Blake with a hug as well, something to show they were on better terms.
A few days on, the two had made their meandering drive as promised, to explore. And one place Yang knew of to relax was one of the Six Flags theme parks. While they were out that way, she'd guided Weiss to one in St Louis, where they spent the day on rides, eating junk food, watching silly stage shows, and overall messing around with one another. All activities they didn't have the time for back when they were on tour. There was the odd one or two who recognised them from the news, and one occasion they had to run from the queue to get cotton candy because the entire queue was asking ridiculous questions; but overall, it was the best way they found to wind down after such a terrifying start of the week.
At the present, they had settled in a nearby hotel, in one of the nicer double rooms under Weiss's insistence. As much as she wanted to have a normal day, she missed her luxuries of room service and pampering, so Yang allowed her that pleasure. As she sat at the table in their spacious bedroom, the bodyguard was facing her phone screen once more, pivoting her cast around to show it off.
"That's where Ruby signed it, Dad, and I think she tried to draw Zwei – it’s hard to tell what that thing is. Then Penny's right there. Oh, and there's Blake and Sun's. Weiss said she's gonna do it as soon as she gets a sharpie, I think she wants to do the biggest signature possible."
"That's beautiful, my angel," Taiyang was chuckling, eyes full of warmth and affection. Things might have been a bit strained between them but clearly he had never stopped loving her. "Wow, I still can't believe you're dating a girl, I… I mean, not to sound weird and parental, but I gave up on that when you came out. And here you're coming out again, and it's a famous girl! Your old man is kind of running out of ways to figure you out anymore!"
"Well, you can't exactly tell the guys at work you don't have interesting kids," she joked, simply leaning in closer toward the camera to get a better look. "But we do wanna come visit sometime. I really wanna introduce you and her, and her to Zwei, let her see my room, all that kinda stuff. I mean… if it’s okay."
There was only the briefest of pauses at her last words as he winced, but he quickly put on a snarky smile. "Oh, hey, if you don't think The Weiss will find our little house too boring, then yeah, she's more than welcome! Try to rope your sister into coming back when you do; we'll make it into a whole family shindig!" The man's boyish good looks were overjoyed at the prospect as he adjusted his laptop, trying to see his eldest daughter better.
"Sure! We can set it up when she gets back for the summer or something. Penny's fathers may even let her come, if you wanted to meet her, too?" Then she paused again. "Huh. So both your daughters have girlfriends… How does that make you feel, Dad?"
"Well, a little left out, since I'm the only man in the henhouse, but… hey, maybe I can talk to Penny's dads about sports or something. Gay men still like sports, right?" His chuckle made it clear he was mostly joking, but also cautiously optimistic he'd be able to get along with the two men.
"Oh I think one of her dads could be. Dunno. But they're an awesome bunch, I'm sure you'd get along with them. No idea about Weiss's dad…" She trailed off, looking over to where she was, sat on the edge of the bed and still on the phone. Even just looking over was enough to make her sigh dreamily. "So I know everything’s been scary lately, but I really think things are gonna be so much better now. I can feel it."
"Me, too, Goldilocks. Always knew you'd come out on top – like Pippi Longstocking." Then there was a loud blast of the horn, which made the man jump slightly. "Oh, Christ — that's your uncle, ready to go bowling. Please call me when you get to Nashville safe and sound, okay? Love you."
"Are you sure it's safe for Qrow to drive? Better take the wheel, pops," Yang teased. But sure enough, she smiled right back, blowing a quick kiss. "Love you too, Dad. Speak to you soon, tell him I said hi!"
"Will do! Later, be good!" Then the call ended. Yang couldn’t help grinning, satisfied that she had done her daughterly duty. Maybe if she kept it up, she and her dad could get back to talking a little more frequently, and repair the rift they had let grow a little too wide. After all, he clearly was over his initial discomfort from her coming out; they were family. It was important.
About that time, Weiss was also saying to her own phone, "Love you, too, Father. Speak to you soon." Though her tone was a lot less casual than Yang's, her expression of affection was remarkably similar. As Yang turned in Weiss's direction, she could only sigh as she leant back casually, resting her arm on the back of her chair as she began to smirk.
"My dad said 'be good'. Joke's on him, I'm already in a hotel room with a pretty girl."
Placing the phone carefully back in her purse, Weiss slowly turned to gaze across at her, arms stretching wide to perch on the dresser behind her as she drew one leg upward, bent at the knee and heel catching on the lip of a drawer.
"Oh my… I've fallen into your trap, you wicked woman. What are you going to do to me?"
Yang left her phone on the table, simply making completely sure the call was hung up before she pushed the chair back to stand up, though at first she only checked her nails. "Oh I dunno. What on earth am I to do? I have you here, all to myself for a few hours… How awful for you."
On a snap decision, Weiss shot Yang a hefty wink. Then she raised her hands to her face and gasped, "Oh no! You… you can't, you beast! You brute!"
Then she took off running for the bathroom… although it was such a flouncing, silly run that it looked more like a slow-motion sequence from a 70s movie than like she was actually trying to escape. Yang laughed as she followed, quickly skidding to a halt in front of the bathroom door when it slammed in her face. Long enough amount of time had passed since their reunion for them to be thinking about doing such activities again. And Yang had been looking forward to it the last few days.
So much that she was already unzipping her shorts, and pulling her top over her shoulders. "You can't hide from me! Come out and accept your fate!"
"No, I won't! You can't make me!" But the giggling sort of refuted the claims that she couldn't be coaxed out of the bathroom. However, there was also the sound of shifting, of clothes rustling — which was when Yang remembered Weiss had left her tiny suitcase in there rather than in the main room. Anything could be about to happen; the strap-on, or even something new that they had never discussed before. She stopped for a moment halfway through dropping her shorts, only to gradually laugh to herself. If anything, she was more curious for how she should prepare herself rather than keeping up the character.
"Seriously, should I be slipping a condom on? Or will that not be needed?"
"Not yet, but… I hope you have one ready!" Then there was a few more noises, an odd clunking, and a deep sigh. "Okay. Are you ready, and… do you promise not to laugh?"
Having quickly ran to her bag, Yang placed two on the bedside table, just in case. They wouldn't want to wreck the mood by having to fetch another halfway through. Once that was done, she simply waited back from the door, only in her bra and shorts. "Oh god, what could potentially make me laugh? But okay, ready!"
Instead of answering, the door slowly creaked open, and the frame was drawing focus to the form of Weiss… the princess. There was no other word for her outfit; light-pink tights with sparkling pink heels, a flouncy red-and-white skirt and a regal-looking bodice, and fake-diamond costume jewellery in the form of necklace, bracelets and earrings that dazzled and shone in the light from the main area of the room. She also had white opera gloves that stretched all the way up to just below her shoulders, which were bare. An actual plastic tiara completed the look.
In that moment, Yang stared at her blankly, unable to give much more of a reaction other than surprise. For some reason, even though the dress-up seemed to be focused on hiding most of her form, it was still enough to take her breath away. Still…
"I thought you said we weren't going to Disneyland, Snow White?"
The blush that was already forming on Weiss’s cheeks began to deepen, and she looked down toward the ground, a nervous smile trying to put a dent in the… it wasn't fear, exactly. Perhaps anxiety. "Is… it stupid? I don't know, I saw it and I liked it, thought you might- but it's stupid, I'll get rid of it."
"Nonono!" She quickly went to grasp her hand to stop her disappearing back into the bathroom again, drawing her into their open room very gently. Even though she was still wearing the smile on her face, she had managed to quash her laughter before it appeared. After all, Weiss put effort into this. Once she was out far enough, she brought her hand up to her hips to kiss the back. "I just can't believe I get to fuck an actual Disney princess, that's all."
"O-okay," said the bashful diva, closing her eyes as she allowed the wave of trepidation to pass over her, to begin to recede. Her chest rose and fell with the effort of her breathing, and she was shaking from head to heel. A few seconds later, she opened her eyes and smiled up at Yang.
"But you are my royal subject. And I command you… to kiss my hand some more."
"Absolutely, my lady." And she did, keeping it by her mouth as she pressed her lips up against the soft fabric, offering continuous kisses over each part she could. On her knuckles, on her wrist, and slowly working up the gloved arm.
The last of Weiss's nerves began to melt away as she watched with adoring eyes, sighing as the mouth moved past her elbow. "Thank you, kind knight." Then she paused thoughtfully. "Were there lady knights?"
"Not a clue." Yang giggled against her elbow, kissing it again, but finally letting her arm go, she stepped back to look at her properly. Now the initial laughter was out of the way and she could actually focus, she could truly behold and appreciate the sight Weiss had made for her. Stunning, in every way, from the heels to the tiara. "But for this princess, there better damn well be."
And then something that befit Weiss's anxiety about the moment happened, something that was almost too odd to be believed. Weiss's cheeks bunched up, and she really giggled, both of her hands balling up beneath her chin as she grinned from ear to ear. Just how long had she been wanting to play the part of a princess? How many years had it been since she had the opportunity? None of her music videos featured her as such, even though there were similar themes. Even the one where she was dressed as a queen was so heavily "dignified" that it couldn't quite be called the same thing; Weiss wasn't allowed to have fun with it, so concentrated was she on projecting the correct image.
"Well, my glorious princess… what would you request of your lady knight this evening?" Yang asked. She didn't exactly look the part of a knight herself, not standing there in a pair of unzipped shorts and her bra. But nonetheless, that was a role she wanted to play, so she would play along. Running a hand down her arm, she said, "Any requests at all are fine by me."
“We don’t have any dragons handy for you to slay, but we can think of something, I’m sure.” The state of Yang’s undress didn’t seem to bother the princess; her gaze was completely held by her face. “Hmm… I’m tempted to ask you to join me for a tea party, but that’s even sillier than me wearing this in the first place, isn’t it?”
Yang's smile only seemed to grow as she looked at her princess happily. "Look, you can tell me to do the cancan in my underwear if it would make you happy, seriously. I was only joking earlier with the 'Snow White' thing."
Smiling gratefully at her for the further reassurance, Weiss whispered, “It’s okay.” Then she cleared her throat and said, “How about… you just show me how much you cherish my royal body with your lips?”
"Of course. If you'd like to take a seat on the bed, I can do just that." Yang stepped back to allow her that space. There was a partial motive, it meant she could view Weiss's outfit for that bit longer, and view it from behind as she walked to it. Not to mention, she could of course treat her properly if she could kiss her all over.
Grinning, she walked over toward the bed — and paused when her eyes fell on the table. “Oh! Um, did you want to take pictures of this before we mess it up? I know that’s kind of your thing…” Her smile was shy and cast over her shoulder, but also very mildly teasing. They both recalled just how much Yang had enjoyed that little perk.
Suddenly Yang began to grin even more, quickly pausing to fetch her phone back from the table. They'd managed to take one or two photos of their travels regularly, even a couple of selfies with Weiss kissing her cheek, and some of Yang kissing hers. Tons of them were for her ‘Snow Bunnies’, a lot just for the two of them. But she didn't expect to ever get to do this again, to be the one taking photos of Weiss in a more private situation. And they would be all for her eyes only.
Readying the camera on her phone, she held it up in portrait fashion to get her in the entirety of the image, giving a cheeky wink. "Smile for me then, gorgeous."
Lips pulling into a bashful little bow, Weiss did just that, one hand on her hip and the other hanging down by her side. After Yang snapped that picture, she turned around to present her back, which gave a nice view of her shoulderblades, casting a distinctly provocative glance over her shoulder. Taking yet more pictures, Yang held her hand up to inform her to keep in that position, tilting the camera to a landscape position to take another; one with more of her face in view. Sure, she had those few carefully cropped pictures of Weiss jerking her off, even with it in her mouth; but not too many of her naturally, none that were worthy of being her cellphone wallpaper, at least. This would change all that, even if she did look seductive.
"Oh that one's gorgeous." She grinned, looking back at one that she'd just taken quite close up, right away clicking a few more buttons. "Aaaaand lock screen photo, done."
“Wh-what? Oh…” Weiss’s posing faltered as she glanced down at her outfit and turned bright red. “W-well, I didn’t think you’d like it that much… but alright. I guess that’s okay, as long as you don’t go around showing literally everybody.” Then she smirked as she turned to face her properly, face still red but her entire body language flirtatious.
"Hey, this'll do for now, ‘til I get a really nice one of you in casual stuff."
“You mean this isn’t casual?” Laughing, she purred, “Now… are you ready for one that you definitely may NOT use as a lockscreen?”
As soon as that request was given, she began to smirk again. "Oh hell yes."
Again, Weiss hesitated. This was as difficult for her as the initial reveal of her outfit had been. But after a few seconds, she let her eyes close as she hitched up her skirt. Underneath was her underwear, as Yang had expected… but this was not a pair she had seen before. Nor was it anything she had expected the diva to own, even remotely. A hot pink thong with sequins and glitter, a bow at either hip, and even a fake diamond just where her pubes would be, had she not seen to removing those recently. However, there was one other detail that was even crazier…
This thong was crotchless.
If Yang wasn't breathless before, she certainly was now. Indeed it wasn't what she expected, not one bit. Maybe stockings or some thigh-high tights, but certainly not crotchless underwear. Had Weiss been wearing those all day?! That thought was enough to leave her jaw hanging open, until she realised just how ridiculous that looked.
"U-Um.. yeah… I… w-wow," she stuttered, slowly bringing her camera up into view again, tilting her head. "Aaaand a smile?"
And Weiss did smile, but it was the same awkward, shy smile from when she had first revealed her outfit. Her knees pressed inward together, and after the first picture, she bit her lip as her cheeks turned as red as they’d ever been. A few photos later, Yang grew more thoughtful about Weiss's anxious expression. She knew that look before, the same uncomfortable look when she first stripped for Yang back at the tour. It felt like decades ago.
"Hey." She tried to catch her attention, lowering the camera again. "I could lose the duds, too, if you’re feeling intimidated."
“What? Who says I’m intimidated?”
Her body twirled, and she presented her back to Yang — but even though it might have been partly to hide her face, clearly she was also showing off the nearly-bare backside, teensy pink string dividing the two soft hemispheres. Suddenly she was taken back yet again, looking at the sight with wide eyes. Was she drooling? She certainly licked her lips as she took another photo, one particularly focusing on said rear. How she craved to just move the little strip aside and see what it was hiding…
‘Whoa, whoa, Xiao Long! You’re already lucky enough to get to touch this princess at all – no need to get greedy!’ She shook her head to try and shake away such a thought, simply going back to her photography. "Mmm… Yummy."
“My butt is ‘yummy’?” Weiss snorted, finally beginning to relax just a little more from Yang’s obvious approval. Then she flexed her rear muscles for her benefit, even bending at the waist to make it protrude yet further, creating a stark definition in her thigh muscles, as well.
Even while she was taking photos, the bodyguard could feel the effects it was having on her. Already her length was pushing up against her underwear, beginning to become obvious since her shorts were unzipped. Taking a few steps forward, she took one or two more photos until she was close enough to place her uninjured hand on one of said cheeks, squeezing firmly.
"It's more than yummy, princess."
A shiver rippled down Weiss’s spine as she shot upright in surprise, then relaxed into the touch, sighing. Not that she would tell Yang, but having Neon be so obviously approving of her form had been as much help in this area as Yang was, or nearly so. One woman who was in love with her saying that her body was attractive could have been a fluke, but two of them made her start to think they weren’t just buttering her up.
“You… can have a taste of it if you want,” Weiss whispered over her shoulder, again flexing the muscles so that Yang could feel it against her fingertips and palm.
"A taste?" she asked, squeezing against the now tightened muscles of Weiss's backside. “I’m planning to have the whole thing for dinner.” She wanted to grasp the other one with her other hand, but the cast prevented her even trying, knowing it would ruin the mood. Grunting in frustration as she held it firm, she instead started to kneel.
A low chuckle sounded in the diva's throat, and she again bent very slightly to let Yang have a better, closer look. After all, she had donned all this frivolous costumery purely for her benefit, hadn't she? And clearly, Yang meant to indulge. Finally releasing her grip, she bent down until her princess could feel Yang's lips pressing against one of the cheeks. She wanted to do more, thoughts going back to what was hidden behind the thin strip again, but decided that could wait for now.
"Y-you really are…" But Weiss cut that statement off; it was redundant. After a few more seconds, she turned to one side and took a single step, so that she could bend down and lean her elbows against the bed. "Have as much yumminess as you like, brave knight."
And she did. Moving on to the other cheek, she went to pepper that with kisses straight after, occasionally allowing her teeth to graze over the skin at times, purring with delight. Mild groans came from the girl being teased and pampered. It had been so long since she enjoyed herself like this with Yang that she had almost forgotten how her every touch could set her world ablaze without fail. Every time.
"Hmm…" Backing away to look at it again, she took a risk and brought her hand up to the thin strip. Looping it around her finger, she began to pull it to one side. "What treasure is my princess hiding back here?"
"A-ahhh!" Weiss breathed in a shuddering breath as she felt the string teasing at the sensitive skin between her cheeks, clearly not having expected that. However, she didn't seem to mind it, either. "Well… I wasn't hiding anything very well, was I?" she managed to half-laugh.
Beneath where the string had lain, the extremely pink flesh clenched gently with her nerves at being exposed — both the tight ring at eye level and further down, where she was already very slightly damp. All of Weiss's secret treasures were calling out to be plundered by the knight; it was merely up to her which would be sampled first.
"Mmm… Interesting." She merely looked a moment, knowing each second she stared would ultimately tease Weiss all the more. And she delighted in that. In the end, she went for a slightly safer option, but one they had only tried on Yang so far. While the string was moved away, a finger pressed against the soft puckering of pink skin, pressing inward. Not to penetrate, but to give a firm reminder that she was there.
"H-HEY!" Weiss squeaked in complete shock. She had really not been expecting that! Even though she had told her to "taste" her back there, she figured only on what Yang had done before; a kiss or a bite on one of her cheeks, just to tease. Not for her to…
Do what Weiss had done already. The memory had mostly been buried underneath all the other methods of gratification they tried, but it was true, she had actually touched Yang there. With her tongue. It was different somehow, given that Yang only had that orifice whereas Weiss had two to choose from… but even so, it was so taboo. Would Yang be trying that on her? Literally tasting her "yummy" ass?
There was another moment's silence while she waited, weighing the options available to her. Both looked truly inviting, for both her mouth, or even to slide inside with other appendages. But tempted as she was to go for the gold immediately, she instead did as Weiss was slightly fearing: leaned in and pressed her tongue against her ass, taking a very slow and long lap.
The noise that came out of Weiss was akin to a strangled scream, but was also more like one of her high notes. Completely different from anything she had vocalized while they were making love before. Yang was really tonguing her ass! Such a dirty place, the only place dirtier than her actual sex… and she was fine with putting her mouth upon it. Eager to do so, even. And to her surprise…
It didn't feel nearly as horrible as she had expected. Even giving her lover the same treatment, she secretly believed it had something to do with her anatomy; that maybe having a cock — and the gland that lay hidden underneath — somehow made such a thing more pleasurable. Oh, how wrong she was.
Yang did it again, and again. The sounds coming from her princess were music to her ears. Literally! It seemed rather ironic that pressing her tongue against such a filthy place would provoke such a graceful reaction from her, Yet, here they were. After a few firmer licks, she backed away, pressing one more kiss on her cheek before she left it completely.
"That to my princess's liking?"
"I… I don't know…" Clearing her throat, Weiss tensed her cheeks, testing how she felt now. Fine. While the tongue was there, too much was happening to pinpoint her feelings clearly, so she settled for figuring out how she felt afterward, and she was completely fine. In fact, the skin was still tingling from where Yang had teased her. "Do you… I mean, how do you like d-doing that to me?"
Slyly smirking in response, she leant to one side just so if Weiss wanted to look around, she could see her face. And all the while her expression never changed. It was a smugness that Weiss had always known from the day they met. "I already like making you squeal. But damn, that made you sing."
"W-well, I wasn't prepared!" she snapped at the smug face behind her before collapsing down onto the bed, the gooseflesh-covered rump pointing down very slightly more now than it had been. "Ughhh… I mean, am I the only one who didn't know it feels okay? I mean, come on, it's my BUTT! It's not supposed to feel good, it has one job, and one job only!"
"There's a video on your cell that says otherwise," she reminded her, gradually getting back to her feet again. Once more, it was reminding her of the strange desire that crossed her mind again; trying that on Weiss. She never had before, not on any girlfriends, let alone any boyfriends. She'd always been on the receiving end. What about Weiss receiving? Maybe if she wasn't too opposed, she could request… and they could always stop if need be.
"Wh-where are you going? I, um… thought you were going to lick…" Apparently, her shame at asking for more of the same treatment overpowered her desire for it to be repeated, because she merely turned and buried her face in the mattress.
“Oh…” Yang had been about to get one of the condoms. Even if it was early in, no reason to not be protected, at least she thought. But when the request for more came, she stopped in her tracks. "Is that what you want? Me to give you another lick or two down there?"
There was sort of a giddy laugh, and Weiss trembled all over. "Well… again, only if you're sure you actually enjoy doing that." Then an idea came to her, and she rolled over just enough to look up at her lover where she stood, gazing down at her. "Do you… I mean, remember that time we were both, um, face-to-genitals? I could do it for you while you do it for me. That is, if y-you want. No pressure."
"Actually, I kinda just wanna…" Staring between her and Weiss's backside again, she thought more and more about what she wanted to do. Weiss wasn't opposed to a little teasing back there it seemed, and perhaps more experimenting would warm her up for it. Quite literally. Taking the seat she once had, she placed her soft hand on one of the cheeks again.
"I just wanna try some things…"
"But I thought I was the princess," Weiss teased with a pronounced pout. Then she laughed and asked in a more earnest tone, "What kind of things did you want to try?"
"Well, while it's wet…" She put her finger into her mouth, running it around as much as she could to give it a fair coating in her own saliva. There was no telling if it would be enough, but with the aid of what was left over. "Now just… relax," Yang requested once she drew her finger back out her mouth again. And then she slowly brought it against that ring of muscle, pressing into it very very slowly…
"OhhhhhhHHhhh, wow," Weiss groaned as she did relax, despite the occasional all-over twitch. Her voice was still twice as shaky as it had been before when she admitted, "Okay… okay, I'm convinced, it feels good, I was wrong!"
"Aaaand… this?" Slowly, she began to wriggle the tip back and forth, listening to her diva whimper. She was encouraging the muscles to open up, and to make themselves ready for entrance. It was incredible how tight she was back there! Even if Yang knew her ins and outs more or less by hand.
Then suddenly, she felt the ring loosen, and felt her finger slide in.
"FUCK!" Weiss burst out, and then again — singing the word. For whatever reason, as had been proven more than once now, being prodded in that region brought about the songbird in her. It was just so very different, and intense, and…
"Yang, it's- it's not the same as normally, b-but it's good! Really different but not bad, and I'm- and I like it, God help me, I do like it, I'm r-really messed up!"
"Well, God can't exactly help you. But I think I can." Alongside the snide remark, she continued to press inward, continued to watch more of her finger slowly delve into Weiss's tight little opening. One knuckle deep, and she wiggled her finger slightly, trying to make sure it would stay loose so she could push more. If she enjoyed it this much with just a finger, what would her cock be like?
"Oh Yang… ohhhhhh…" Now that she was inside, it was somehow less intense than weathering the punishment that Yang's thickness brought to her sex… and at the same time, more, in a different way. It was so hard to compare the two! But she never stopped her, never asked her to back off or wait for her body to catch up. Just kept squirming from the sheer amount of sensation befalling her poor body.
"Y'like it?" she asked as she began to get to the second knuckle, gradually wiggling back and forth again just to keep the area lose. But that was a dumb question; of course she was liking it. Loving it, even. And the sounds coming from her were only making things better. They were really keeping her hard, and preparing her for the inevitable.
While the diva writhed back and forth, flailing her legs so hard that one of her heels fell to the floor, she was also digging in with her fingertips, grasping the sheets as if her life depended on it. Yang really meant to enjoy herself there… to tease this part of her mercilessly now that she had discovered Weiss didn't mind. All this time, she had sworn she would never be one of "those girls" who enjoyed such a raunchy thing — even after discovering her unfortunate love of having Yang finish on her face. Anal still seemed too far.
Until now. Until the penetration of her in the forbidden orifice was complete, and she was actually starting to push her hips backward into the advance. Until it got to the second knuckle.
And that's where Yang stared at what was happening here. Weiss didn't just like it, she was begging for more, pushing herself into her for more in her rear. It was a crazy reality but was right there in front of her; she was fingering a pop star in the ass. Gradually drawing it back out again, she continued to watch how she'd react to that also, intending it to be a thrust eventually.
That caused a low, almost uncomfortable groan to issue from her, as compared to the high singing of being penetrated in the first place. Once the finger was halfway out, she made a sort of confused grunt.
"Wh-wha…? What are you doing, what's happening?"
"Testing." And then she pushed it back where it was, at almost double the speed.
"AH! FUCK! Yang Xiao Long, w-what are you trying to do to me?!"
But the weak trembling told Yang all she needed to know. That was it; Weiss was putty in her hands. Or around her finger, as it were. So she continued. She kept drawing her finger out further and further back each time, plunging it back in where it was at a slightly faster pace. She truly was fingering her ass for all it was worth, brushing against the inner walls as best she could. The casted hand grabbed one of her legs to keep her still as she kissed one of her cheeks once again in addition to the continuous fingering. She really was treating her princess tonight! But if things kept progressing, they were going to do so much more.
Every sound coming from Weiss was an odd mixture of ecstasy and agony now, as the finger began to drag more and more roughly through the skin, faster and faster. Finally, she squeaked a very quiet, "Ow!" and tried to writhe away from Yang's touch, even if she didn't ask for her to stop.
The instant that word left her lips, she did stop, holding still for a moment. Of course, saliva wasn't the best lubricant. Not by a long shot. They'd need more if they continued. "You okay?"
There were tears in her voice when Weiss whispered, "Y-yeah, it's just… g-getting dry, or something…" She looked over her shoulder, eyes glistening as she asked, "I d-don't suppose you have lube with you, do you? Left mine at home. And, um, our blue friend."
"You… want more?" This really was the best case scenario! From how desperate she looked, Weiss actually wanted to try getting off this way. That could be arranged for them both. But first she shook her head. "Not bottled lube… but…" She looked at the two packets on the bedside table. Her usual brand, but one she used to get even when she was dating boys. One that had extra coating of lubricant. Plenty for this. "But the condoms are loaded with it."
"Really? But then… I mean, it seems kind of like a waste of a condom to m-"
Then the princess stopped dead in mid-speech, rolling over onto her side so she could look up at her girlfriend, despite the finger still lodged within her. Both eyes were wide, and her mouth worked for a few seconds as she glanced between the contemplative face… and the clearly-erect length hanging down below.
"Yang… I, um… are you t-trying to…" She swallowed, and the skin clenched very tightly around the finger — consciously tight. "Wh-what are you thinking right now?"
"T-that… Um…" Flexing the finger back and forth inside her, she started to blush even more. Still open, still willing. And her length was still ready. She wanted to, desperately. And with a deep breath, she admitted, "That… I can return the favour?"
"Th-the favour I did for you with… our blue friend, I presume!" The laughter was almost terrified, but she was still shifting her hips back and forth, kneading her own muscles up against the one that had invaded her where she did not expect to be invaded. "C-can I do that the first time? I mean, don't I have to… work my way up to something as massive as, um… as you?"
"Oh, you flatterer," she jested again, beginning to slowly work her finger back out from the tight muscle, attempting to cause as little discomfort as she could. "You can, we'll have to work really really slow, but we can work you up to it, easy. If you're willing to be patient, that is."
Nodding, Weiss gave a slight whiplash as she was exited fully, then lay there panting in relief for a moment. She didn't dare look at Yang's hand now. Licking her lips, she managed a weak smile as she forced herself to ask, "S-so we're really doing this? You want to be inside me… there?"
Her bodyguard’s cheeks started to pinken again as she nodded and rose to her feet. And then as she went to collect one of the small packets, she couldn't help but laugh to herself. "Funny… Two months of no sex with each other and the first thing we do is… this."
For some reason, the mention of the gap between then and now made Weiss smile more gently at Yang. They had been with each other so many times, and Yang had taken the same "abuse" as she was about to endure, and was obviously no worse for wear. Tons of people did this every day! It didn't completely quash her nervousness, but it went a long way toward doing so.
"Not what I expected, either." Then she smirked knowingly over at her. "You really want to fuck your princess in the ass that much, don't you?"
"Hey, I need my reward from saving you from the dragon. Adam counts as a nasty dragon, right?" Ripping the packet open with the help of her teeth, she managed to push her undies down, finally revealing her arousal into the cool air. A good few days of not even getting off had it more then ready for everything about to happen. Which reminded her: "You wanna stay in that position, or move to another?"
"Just… hang on." Then Weiss slid forward, raising a gloved hand to brush along the solid length of her girlfriend. "Give me a minute to tell Lao how much I missed her. Please?"
For a moment, she nearly had to ask who. But as soon as she felt delicate hands against her length, she remembered. No one had called her member a pet name for ages. And when at Blake's, she simply referred to it as a 'he'. Nothing could truly explain how amazing it felt to be lavished with attention again. "Hmmm.…"
"Hey there, little Lao," Weiss breathed against the skin, pressing her lips to the tip. "You and I have some catching up to do, okay?" Then she wrapped said lips around the head entirely, eyes closing in gratitude. Strange as it was, she truly had missed that feeling, the ability to give Yang this specific type of pleasure.
No doubt she missed the soft, needy moan that fell from Yang's throat, as well. The way her eyes fell shut as she allowed herself this moment. She actually allowed it, for the first time in weeks - without first requesting pain or some other way to “balance” the pleasure. As fun as the times with Blake were, it was those moments at her lowest that dragged the whole experience down, and only now was she feeling on the rise again, allowing Weiss to do as she pleased.
After a few seconds of paying it such attentions with her tongue, Weiss pulled away, looking at it regretfully. "Wish we could play more, but apparently, you have a date with my back door." Then her blue eyes flicked up to Yang, challenging, dancing with mirth.
Eyes slowly flickering back open, she looked down at Weiss with a sultry gaze. Knowing Weiss wanted to lavish “Lao” with more attention, she brought forward her better hand, the one that held the open packet. "Wanna dress him up?"
"Certainly," she replied eagerly, snatching up the packet and withdrawing the small, slimy circle from inside. She had to turn it back and forth a couple of times before figuring which way she should start, but once she had she rolled the latex down over her love easily enough. As she did so, she made sure to press in very slightly with her gloved fingertips, hoping to elicit at least a little pleasure merely from this act.
Humming in delight again, Yang rolled her head back while 'Lao' was “getting dressed”. The snug covering was certainly helping her feel more ready, able to feel more blood rushing to her cheeks as well as her member. Satisfied that it was enough, she stepped back, grinning.
"You better get into position."
That made Weiss flush as well; teasing only Yang had almost made her forget what they were teasing her for. "Alright, um… which position? You were on your back when I did this, but you seem to like me…"
Then she flipped over onto her hands and knees again. That position really did things to Yang. The skirt had fallen to cover her cheeks, but only just; it could easily enough be nipped out of the way. Biting her lip again as she walked over, she did just that: moved the skirt up out of the way so she could get back to the entrance in question. The tiny tight one hidden by the string again. Holding it out of the way with her injured hand, she put a different finger back into her mouth, wetting it as much as she could. Once satisfied, she pressed it against the flesh again.
"Let's get you ready again…"
"W-wait," Weiss breathed nervously, and her entire bottom clenched hard. "Do… you want the thong on or off? S-seems like you like it on, but… I just wanted to ask." Clearly it was a delay tactic, but it was true that once they got going, removing the underwear would be pretty difficult.
"Huh… good point." To answer that, she nabbed the string again, gradually pulling it down her legs. As much as she delighted in the sight of it on, she agreed that having it off, or even halfway off, would make things far easier. Once that was done, she went straight back to circling the hole with the wettened finger. "Now just… relax. If you clench, this is gonna be really hard."
"You're g-gonna be really hard no matter if I clench or not!" But Weiss took the advice to heart; she took a deep breath, and slowly allowed her muscles to relax around the exploring fingertip. "C-can I ask you a question?"
"Yeah?" she asked, continuing to circle that bit more, watching the muscle gradually begin to open up. They were going to be ready soon.
"How long have you… wanted to do this? On me, I mean." She bit her lip for a moment, closing her eyes as she weathered the odd treatment of such an unlikely area on her body. "Like, have you wanted to for a while, or is it just something that… you figured out more recently, or what?"
Satisfied, she kept her finger against the opening, hoping it would remain open enough to ease in there soon. "To be honest, just now. Like, I've never seriously thought about doing that to girls before, and definitely not guys – except for kidding around with Sun. But after you did it to me… and looking at your pretty little ass under that thong…"
Weiss was finding it impossible to keep the blush off her face. "S-so I'm your first?" Then she shook her head slightly. "No, that doesn't matter; I mean, it does to me, a little, but… but the important thing is that you like it and want to, um, do what you're going to do."
Quickly leaning forward, she pressed a kiss against Weiss's back. Using it as a way to distract herself as she held her member in her hand, starting to guide it into place. As she replaced where her finger was with the head of her member, she whispered softly.
"You are my first, and my only."
"A-ahh…" Her back arched up to chase the lips that had been so kind to it a moment ago, but she also was trying to angle her rear away from the blunt head aiming to penetrate its defenses. An instinctual reaction. "Oh, d-does it hurt the first time? Can I orgasm from this? There's s-so many things I don't know!"
"Relax, Princess. Really, I'll go really slow, so it shouldn't hurt even the tiniest bit. Just let yourself enjoy it." Leaving one more reassuring little kiss between her shoulder blades, she moved her hands to her hips, holding her in place while she eased her own forward, feeling the head pushing up against the tight opening. And there she had to wait, allowing for Weiss to adjust.
Which didn't take long; the mere pressure up against the skin wasn't what worried the little princess. It was the thought of it going any further. Would it actually fit, being so much wider than a finger? There was only one way to find out.
"You're so big," she told Yang breathily, with something close to her usual sensuality when they were in bed. "God, we almost n-need an extra Yang just to carry around Lao."
"Geeze, I'm not that big," she tried to reassure her, applying more pressure as she felt Weiss loosen up that bit more. "Our blue friend was bigger, and I handled him just f- Oooh…"
Suddenly she trailed off, grip on her hips tightening for a moment as she felt the sheathed member suddenly slip past the gates into such tightness. The head was in! This was really happening!
"FFFFUCK!" Weiss cried out, trembling all over at the sensation of being invaded there. It was so huge! Even after all their talk, after toying with her with both tongue and finger, she had never truly accepted that there was going to be a cock in her ass. And now, there was.
Still tightly gripping her hips, Yang’s own head was spinning. Barely inside, and the pleasure she felt on her cock was incredible. So tight! Even tighter than Weiss’s pussy, which was already tight to begin with! She knew it would be, but never expected such a stark contrast. All this time, was this what men had felt when they penetrated her own? No wonder that was all they wanted to do all the time!
"O-ohhhh, ohhhh Yang! What are you doing to me?!" Her thighs parted very slightly as the rest of the length very slowly made its way deep inside of her, and unbelievably, she felt her protesting skin widening, stretching to engulf her love's arousal. It was so weird, so unearthly, so…
Incredible. How could she have not known that it felt this fantastic?
Letting out a shaky moan of her own, Yang moved a hand to her back to rub delicately. There was so much she wanted to say, but at the same time, she simply wanted to remain in silence as she helped Weiss weather the treatment. Pushing slowly, she looked down at the sight before her, staring at the tight muscles stretching around her member. It was the most erotic sight she had ever seen… and it had quite a lot of competition. All from Weiss.
There wasn't any avoiding it; too much was happening to her skin, to her insides. Things that a sheltered diva had no way to prepare for. A weak sob floated out of Weiss's throat as she trembled all over, gripping the sheets again to anchor herself against so much girth being forced into such a tiny little hole.
"It's s-so good," she finally whispered when it was over halfway inside of her. "It feels so wrong, but so, SO good!"
Panting for her own breath, Yang couldn't help but laugh a little, patting her back softly. "See why I like it so much?" Even if she hadn’t dreamed that Weiss would be as receptive as she was. She kept going, kept pushing gradually more and more inside. The lube on the sheath was certainly helping with that, and she was glad she had opted to choose the extra lubricated brand.
After a few more moments of Weiss's strange moaning, her hip eventually met Weiss's round cheeks. And there she waited, stroking her hips and back again. That was it. Yang was entirely inside her. The feeling was oddly… satisfying. Not in the same way as when their sexes were joined, but a different way… it disgusted her even as it completed her. Shifting her hips from side to side, she tested the feeling of being filled, and found that she wanted to hold onto it, to keep Yang inside of her for as long as she could.
"Yeah. Yeah, I d-do."
"Oh, Weiss…" It was more of a moan than anything. Shifting her hips, she could feel Weiss's inner walls gradually loosening all the more, even if she remained incredibly tight. Still keeping her in place, she bit her own lip for a moment before whispering, "You have no idea how this feels for me…"
"HhahhaaAAAAHH! Yang, FUCK!" Each of Weiss's vocalisations were halfway between her usual cries of pleasure, and sobs of dismay. It seemed this was a lot more difficult for her to handle overall.
And it was true, she would never know how that felt; she didn't have the proper equipment. Part of her wished she did, at least for a day. To know how Yang felt pleasure and how it differed from how she herself did. Anything there was to know about her lover, she wanted to know.
Still biting her lip, Yang slowly pulled her hips backward, starting to drag her cock against the inner walls. She was taking this well, it seemed. But she wanted to hear for sure. "D-Doing okay?"
Again, as she was exited she more groaned than screamed or sang out, but she did her best to sound at least marginally less emotionally heightened as she responded, "F-fine! I… I like it, I p-promise!" Wet eyes gazed over her shoulder. "Y-you?"
Nodding gradually, she looked back at the wettened eyes. And when back far enough, she stopped for another moment to breathe heavily, going back to stroking her skin rather than grasping firmly. They'd gotten this far, to push her any faster may ruin it for the both of them.
"I'm loving it," she breathed. "You're… heh… I'm gonna steal your line here… You're such a tight little princess."
One of the tears finally made its way down Weiss's cheek as she smiled up at her lover. "I… I love it when you call me 'princess'." Then she bit her lip and glanced back down to what was going on inside of her, just out of sight over her shoulder. "You… like being so tightly inside of me? Is it better than the other way?"
Adjusting her hips back and forth again, it made her moan softly once more. It was much tighter, that was for sure. But tightness wasn't necessarily all Yang wanted. She couldn’t help remembering how much Weiss seemed to dislike her own anatomy and she knew there was only one answer she could give.
"Nah. I mean, it does feel really, really good," she admitted, moving the better hand instead to her breast. Or at least, what she could grab of it through her clothing. She couldn't decide what she preferred, but in the end, as she groped her slightly, she whispered, "But maybe we should save this for special occasions, hmm? I still like the way we always making love. And I want that again. Soon."
A nervous, bashful laugh floated out of her. "This is very special. I'm… I got my Yang back." Again, the tears threatened, but she sniffled and grunted, "And my Yang is going to take me from behind, because that's what Lao wants tonight, right?"
And a blush filled grin was the main response, as well as a slow nod. "It sure is." Having waited long enough, her bodyguard started to push her hips forward again. This time, increasing the speed by a fraction. She knew they wouldn't be doing this quickly, not for a long time; but for now, they could take it slow and still get the best result.
"AhhhhHHAH!" Weiss sang out, head whipping back so far it almost reached her shoulderblades. Somehow, it seemed to be even bigger than a moment ago, which was impossible… wasn't it? Yang did get bigger the more aroused she became. Not usually by that stage, of course; once they were already engaged in sex, her cock seemed to be as thick as it could become. Still… she couldn't deny it was filling her completely, stretching out her virginal skin and stimulating the unprepared membranes inside of her.
And this time, when she contacted Weiss's backside, she was already drawing back out again. No longer leaving time for Weiss to breathe, but maintaining the very slow and gradual thrusting up at their pace. She did wonder if this was too fast, or if Weiss purely needed something else to cope.
Giving the breast she had a hold of another squeeze, she whispered, "You know… You can touch yourself if you need to."
The next laugh was nearly unhinged, and she almost sarcastically snapped, "Oh, I can, can I?!" There wasn't even time after that to follow up what she'd said before she was crying out again, back arching, pushing back against the mammoth presence that continued to drill into her untrained flesh as she also felt her chest being teased on the opposite end.
Yet more slow thrusts as she groped all the more. If it was going to help her diva weather what they were doing today, she'd do everything she could. At least, she would if she had two hands she could freely use, and the better hand was busy with her breast. However… there was something she could do with it, if Weiss wanted to.
"You okay with this so far?" she asked, then gripped a little harder. "Or shall I get a bit rougher?"
"Oh God, it gets rougher?!" But then she swallowed and looked over her shoulder, expression a bit lost in the roiling sea of sensation she was trying to navigate. "You… need to, don't you? To f-finish."
Having to take a few deeper breaths herself to try and calm down, she pushed herself fully inside again, and merely waited there. The warmth of Weiss's body was more than enough to keep her turned on, but Weiss bought up a very good point. Unless they picked things up, it would be very difficult to. And difficult for Weiss to, as well.
"Okay… We have two options." She looked her in the eye as best she could. "One, I pull out, new condom on, we do it as rough as we want in your pussy. Or two…" That was spoken as the casted hand brushed up her body, and instead started to stroke over whatever hair she could grasp, threatening to grab it. "We ramp things up."
The implications of that last idea were pretty ominous, and Weiss actually gulped, wide-eyed and fearful of what it could mean. Besides, she wanted to come so bad! And even though this was really hot, she didn’t think she would be able to without a little play amongst her petals. But this new area of exploration was too tempting; she had to know what might happen. Curiosity outweighed her misgivings.
"Fuck my ass," she whispered while looking dead into her lover's violet eyes.
That was that. She was given the order. Continuing to grope her breast, she began to pull herself back out again, this time at a slightly quicker speed. In addition, the casted hand acted. It grasped a handful of hair, pulling her princess with it rather hard to force her to face forward. And then, as she pushed back in faster, she felt her hips contact with Weiss's rear again. This time with a little SLAP!
"O-OHHH! OW!" Weiss yelped, not sure whether she was complaining about the dull ache spreading through her roots or the shaft that ground in past her cheeks. Both, probably. "Yang, y- AAAH! What are you doing to me?!"
"T-teaching… my princess how to take me," she managed to growl, lost in bliss. The rough treatment wasn't helping slow it down, either, and now that they'd settled into a neutral pace, she could feel her pleasure actually amounting to something. There was a chance now that she could finish where before she knew she couldn't. Continuing to thrust her grip back and forth on the breast, and pull her hair a little more backwards, she smirked. "This is what you want, don't you? Your knight to claim her prize for saving you?"
All the princess could do was buck in her knight's grip, head pulled back at an awkward angle and chest being handled so roughly — and all the while, feeling a huge presence inside of her ass, sliding in and out of her at a speed she wouldn't have thought safe to attempt. She was being ridden so hard! Turned into nothing more than a toy for Yang to use for her own personal enjoyment.
And she liked it. Maybe she also wanted other things, and would ask for them either later that night or on a night in the near future. And maybe this would be the only time they tried something rough like this. Either way, it was undeniably exciting, and seemed to fill that primal need inside her that usually cried out to be coated in Yang's essence, to have love bites left on her neck.
"Y-yes!" she finally sobbed when there was a particularly rough pinch at her nipple through the material of her costume. "Yes, claim me! Claim m-my ass, my knight!"
The blonde was finally able to let out her own soft and needy moans. It felt fantastic now that they had picked up the pace, and she could feel herself coming along faster than she ever had before. Even faster than if her diva took her in her mouth, which she was getting increasingly good at the last she checked. But she needed for Weiss to be enjoying this, as well.
Although pinching her nipple still, she leant in toward her ear, which thankfully wasn't too far because of her pulling. Speaking softly again, she asked, "Do you want this to keep going?" But then the hand suddenly released her hair, moving further down her body along her stomach. "Or shall I touch you myself?"
A grunt came from Weiss as she forced herself to focus, and she managed to rasp out, "Y-your arm…" But the hand that was drifting lower felt so good, she didn't want it to stop. However, she finally licked her lips and did what she had been trained to do by the few years she had spent in the music industry; push through the pain.
"Back to my hair," she ordered the blonde as she just barely managed to drag her hand away from supporting her weight and reached down to touch Yang's cast. "I… I got this."
Nodding, Yang did as she was asked – silently admiring how strong her girlfriend was. And the casted hand returned to her hair once more, grasping another handful and pulling. Occasionally in the moments she was thrusting forward, she'd be pulling her harder to bring her in toward her, and moaning out in unison. She couldn't stop herself, the moans simply slipped out each time she delved inside. At this rate, she really would be finishing sooner then Weiss, unless her diva changed that.
Which the princess attempted to do moments later, reaching up to do what she had done so often while looking at the video of her doing exactly what Yang was doing to her now. All those times she watched it, grinding her fingers back and forth against her aching clit, crying and moaning and hating herself for still loving it so much… and she somehow never thought the same act would be performed on her.
"AHAHHHHHH!" she yelped the instant her fingers began to slide across her folds. "Ohhhhh shit, I- MMHHH! It's so much m-more, it's too much, I- YAANNNG!"
Moaning out with her, the grin on her face never shifted once. All the singing, and the wailing, and every noise Weiss made was a godsend. It was bringing her closer to her limit again, as she let herself slide in and out with that bit more speed. Grasping her breast tighter again, she could feel her legs beginning to quiver, so close to where Weiss was starting to touch herself, and she could hear her own moans getting higher pitched. She was close.
All Weiss could make herself do was repeat Yang's name over and over as she ground her fingers back and forth, gathering some of her own moisture before she raised them up to focus on what would catch her up to Yang the fastest. The nub welcomed her efforts, and she was soon keening higher and higher as her own orgasm neared.
"F-Fuck me harder, Yang! Fuck m-my ass as hard as you can!!!"
But the inevitable was happening. Before Yang could obey Weiss's command, her eyes were shutting tightly as she gripped everything harder, legs shuddering all the more as she yelled out loudly, and her cock throbbed inside that tightest little opening. If not for the latex covering, she would be filling Weiss with how much she felt come out of her, all the pent-up energy being released in one go.
But Weiss still wasn't completely satisfied. Not yet. And she couldn't leave her when she was so close, that would be cruel and unfair after so long. She had to obey, even at the sacrifice of her own afterglow. And so keeping her iron grip, she continued to thrust as fast as she could with her recently spent member, biting her lip to try and prevent calling out against it.
Hardly a few more thrusts were necessary. After all their experience together, it was obvious when Weiss reached that moment of highest pleasure — even moreso now that the shrieks turned to song on occasion. Her entire body shivered and convulsed as she rode out the orgasm, feeling the oddest sensation of her life as her ass clamped down around the thing that refused to leave. That had forever ended its virginity.
Leaving herself inside while Weiss rode out the last of her own orgasm, Yang released her hair and her breast. Both hands instead held onto her back as she tried to keep herself stood up, panting loudly as she tried to collect herself again. That would be no easy task after expending all of that energy.
Speaking of which… Once sure Weiss was done, she tilted her head to try and see her, forcing out a whisper. "You okay… if I pull out?"
"Y-yeah," Weiss panted weakly, face-down on the mattress. "Just… go slow… but yeah, I… think…"
Nodding slowly, Yang did as asked. And very gradually, she pulled herself back, feeling the member start to slide out of her. There were one or two involuntary spasms from them both, one especially from Yang when she got to the very end. But eventually, she was out with no harm done. Looking down to the covered member, and then to her fingers, she remembered just where they'd been. "You okay if I wash up, too?"
All Weiss could do was nod, and roll onto her side. Pulling out had been… rougher than going in, and most of during. By that point, the lion's share of the lube had evaporated. As Yang headed into the bathroom, she worried whether or not her body would be alright in the morning.
She also worried if her mind would, too. This was something she'd never even contemplated would happen to her, and she had taken it in stride. Let Yang jump right in there, and taken it deep. This would probably happen again. Many times. And she wasn’t sure how she felt about that.
These were thoughts that Yang also briefly thought about while she was preparing herself for bed. Throwing the condom straight in the trashcan and immediately washing her hands, she continued to think to herself about what they'd just done. Did Weiss actually enjoy it as much as she was saying? Or was she just putting up with it for her benefit? She was unsure. All questions she had to ask when she returned.
And after a good helping of mouthwash to clean her tongue from where it had been, she did return, and ran a hand through her hair as she looked to her princess. Who was still flopped onto the bed.
"So…" Weiss cleared her throat, still unable to move. "I hate to bring this up and ruin the moment, but… sh-should I be worried about… um…" Her voice got more and more meek. "The b-bathroom… after stretching me out like that?"
Unable to help herself, there was a slight chuckle as she walked to her diva's side and began to undress her, slowly pulling down her skirt so it was off and out of the way, throwing it to one side with Yang's own clothes. "Not at all," she reassured, leaving a light tap on her bare cheek as she began to undo the body piece, slowly preparing her for bed. "Just like I didn't. It all goes back to how it was."
There was a quiet harrumph, then a sniffle. Clearly, Weiss had shed tears during their lovemaking, and even a few afterward. "W-well, if there does end up being a mess, I expect you to take care of it. I am a… a p-princess, right?"
Instead, Yang only lightly tapped her backside again, grasping one of her cheeks firmly. "There won't be. But yes, I will take care of you. Starting now."
And she did. Slowly working her out of the rest of the outfit, the body piece, her shirt, and the bra, she tossed all the pieces back with the pile of clothing. And then straight after, picked her up to place on the bed properly. After a session like that, Yang certainly wasn't up for round two, and doubted Weiss would be either.
Being gently laid on the bed did turn up the corners of Weiss's mouth, and she finally moved just enough to wriggle under the sheet. Otherwise, there was no drastic movement from her, nothing more said. Yang had promised to take care of her. As fragile as she was feeling after an overwhelming experience like that, she trusted her. Completely.
And there she left her while she handled the rest. That included switching out the light, and putting cell phones on chargers for the next day. It was incredible how quickly Yang could switch from screwing Weiss in her most forbidden entrance to being a loving girlfriend who did all the chores. Once satisfied everything was done, she pulled up the covers and nestled into Weiss's side rather happily, enjoying every moment of her warmth. Though speaking softly; she did want to reassure her of something.
"I… kinda did mean that 'special occasions' thing." She pulled her in closer a moment. "It's good, felt good… but I think I prefer the normal way as a regular thing. Or… or you fucking me with our blue friend. But mostly the normal way, yeah."
"Yeah?" Weiss asked in a breathy whisper as she nestled in against Yang's warmth, taking a few shaky breaths. "Because… th-that was fun. We'll have to do it again when we… get back to Nashville." Then she added, "Can I tell you something?"
"Hmm?" she asked, though the corner of her mouth also pulled. "You gonna show me that secret at last?" Weiss tutted and squeezed Yang just a little tighter, unable to really kick her or swat at her in her current state. Though she was tempted to find the energy for at least a pinch.
"I'm… scared. This is stupid, but I'm scared that I liked that. I mean… it seems like every time we sleep together, everything I understand about the world changes all over again. And I both love that, and am terrified of who I'll be a few years from now because of it."
"Well, I'm flattered to know that sex with me is mind-blowing, for a start." Keeping Weiss close against her, she left a kiss on the top of her head, slowly stroking her back again to soothe her. "We're changing all the time. You, me, everyone. It's kind of a thing that happens. So why fight it? You're a wonderful person, and I'm sure as you change and grow, you still will be a wonderful person. You ain’t getting ‘worse’ or anything. Just different, and maybe better."
The response to that was hugging Yang yet closer, kissing against her neck. Then she took a deep breath and whispered, "And so do you. Love you."
Smiling warmly, she continued to pet her that little bit more as they both started to doze away to sleep. But that wasn't before first saying; "Love you too, princess."
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