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White Noise
By : RWBYRemnants
Category: +M through R > RWBY
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Chapter List
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=Chapter 5
"Do you call this water? It's from Walmart!"
Weiss's diva mode was in full swing as she paced down the hall toward her dressing room. Even though Neptune was usually the headlining act, during this joint tour, they had agreed to alternate who performed first and who performed last. She still had quite a lot of time left because it was Neptune would be taking the stage first that night.
"S-sorry, ma'am, I'll get you something else!" one of the many flustered backstage staff called, quickly running past Yang to fetch more. The bodyguard had not left her side since the incident that first night, always waiting at the side of the stage to escort her from it to her dressing room and the general staff room.
But nothing more was said since. Yang had made excuses in the van, disappearing to the bathroom, pretending to be focusing on her phone to avoid questioning, and even now she simply stuck to following Weiss rather than asking for commands. Everyone else could worry about Weiss’s demands; seeing her in full diva mode again was beginning to grate her nerves, which definitely helped squelch those new feelings she didn’t want to exist.
"We ready to do some magic?" said diva asked the green-haired makeup artist when they approached.
"Sure!" she said pleasantly - until she spotted Yang. Then she cleared her throat and managed to say in as steady a voice as she could, "M-miss Xiao Long."
“Hey.” Each time Yang saw her before, it meant plenty of witty banter, obnoxiously obvious flirting. The majority of which had Weiss groaning in annoyance and rolling her eyes. But today, it was nothing but that single grunted word. Behind the shades, one couldn't tell her expression at all, but her body language gave enough of it away; she just wanted to get out of there.
"Oh… kay then," the girl said as another makeup artist opened the door for Weiss, who strolled through without a backward glance.
"We can take our time tonight, girls," Weiss told them as she sat down. Then she looked cautiously at Yang, who seemed to have been so distant since their nail-painting debacle. Maybe she had become so annoyed with her "advances" that she didn't even want to talk to her anymore. "You… can guard me inside or outside the room. Your choice."
For a moment, there was silence. Those damn shades made it impossible to read what she was thinking or feeling. But for Yang, that was a good thing. "Neptune's on for half an hour, right? I'm gonna go get some water. Security's tight so you'll be safe till I get back, just don’t go anywhere until I do."
"Oh… alright, that's fine," she said, trying to hide her disappointment. It wasn't a very good job, so she immediately turned and flung herself into the chair so that they could begin prepping her for the show. There wasn't much else she could do; Yang had every right to drink water, and to avoid her after the spectacle she had made of herself. All that was left was for her to get ready to perform.
'Screw a glass of water, I need a damn cold shower,’ Yang thought to herself as she paced down the various hallways toward the main backstage, unable to get the thoughts out of her mind again. Everything was conflicted. On one hand, she liked Weiss, and in more than a professional way. She wanted to muster up the courage to ask her out for a coffee properly, to have the chance to take her out for dinners, meals, cuddle up to her with a film at night. Maybe even…
On the other hand, Weiss a famous star, and apparently some big Christian. From how she reacted the very first time, when she thought Yang may have been gay, she suspected asking her out would have made things awkward. And possibly even lead to the loss of her job. Furthermore, she had told herself she couldn't think about girls like that anymore; she'd dated men, she liked the company of men! And now her feelings for Weiss were going to ruin everything. Was all her hard work for naught?
Such blasts from the past weren't what she was expecting tonight. And nor did she expect more as she headed to the water fountain.
"…is my favourite song," came a voice that seemed familiar. Too familiar – hauntingly, frighteningly so. "But sometimes I feel like 'Cooler Than Water' could take over in the top spot. Ohhh, I just don't know! I can't believe I'm back here, that this is really happening!"
The instant the cup touched her lips, her eyebrows raised; and she drew it away. ’Wait… was that- no. Could it be…?’
Looking around, she saw the group that were stood together, made up of three security staff members, a tall, blonde, messy-haired boy wearing a headset and holding a clipboard – presumably in charge of part of the stage or lighting. They were all listening to a familiar black-haired girl in purple tights and a mainly black outfit, apart from the white blouse. In the middle of Chicago, backstage at two of the biggest pop artist's shows, she had inexplicably run into…
"Blake?!"
The woman in question looked around until she spotted the bodyguard, and still looked baffled. "Yes?" But a second later her eyebrows began to knit, and she leaned in, scrutinizing her face. "Wait a minute… is… Ying, is that you?!"
Usually, if anyone called that name out to her, she would have either glared in their direction, or simply punched them right away as punishment. But with Blake, it was only a small wince in the middle of her smile. "Yeah! Well… It's Yang now. But holy shit, it's been years!"
"OH MY GOD!" Glancing around at the others, Blake covered her mouth briefly then leaned up toward her ear and said in a quieter tone, "Sorry - you hadn't decided on a name when we… well, anyway." As long as she was this close, she took the opportunity to throw her arms around the blonde and squeeze her tightly. "Wow, I… I really have missed you, it’s been so long…"
Finding herself doing the exact same thing back, Yang closed her eyes contently, one hand even clutching very slightly at her back for their embrace. But as soon as those words were uttered, she began to let Blake go. Again.
"I-I know… I missed you too. I'm really sorry I never emailed or anything, I just… I didn't know if you'd wanna see me."
"Yeah. Yeah, I don't think I was ready that first year or so, but now I'm…" By the time she pulled back, there was a tear at the corner of the brunette's hazel eye. "And God, it's so good to see you looking… so good."
A lot was unsaid in that statement, but she couldn't be any more specific; the words wouldn't come. And for Yang, it was more than enough. She could feel her own eyes beginning to well up as she stood up straight, looking down at her own form. Which, thanks to the fashion choice Weiss had picked out again, showed it off very well.
"Thanks. It's been such a weird and long road, but… I think I'm pretty happy with how I am. Thanks to you and Dad, I mean. I really-"
"Way to ditch us mid conversation!" the messy-haired boy called, making his way to Blake's side as he tucked his clipboard underneath his arm. "Geeze, you're like a shadow, I swear! One minute you're next to me, then suddenly you're-" But then he noticed the other blonde, and the smugness vanished. "Oh, sorry, you seem busy. Want me to leave and go back with the guys?"
"Don't be silly," Blake laughed, catching hold of his arm by locking hers around it. She turned back toward Yang and said, "This is Sun Wukong, he works here – got me backstage to meet Neptune, can you believe this?!"
"Whoa, rolling out my full name. Makes me seem so official." But immediately he began to laugh, holding a hand out toward Yang for her to shake. "Yeah, I just handle the lighting, but they got it covered right now. Anyway! To whom do I owe the pleasure?"
"Oh, I'm Yang. Nice to meet you, Sun." She smiled, taking the hand and giving a firm handshake before returning her hand to her hip. "I’m in sorta the same boat, except I'm with Weiss – her bodyguard."
Both Blake and Sun's mouths dropped open. They looked at each other, then back at Yang. After a few rapid blinks of her dark eyes, Blake managed to stammer, "Wow! You- I mean, wow, really?! That's so cool! I mean, I'm here to see Neptune, but I was really psyched when I learned THE Weiss was going to be joining him for the show – I can't believe you're here, that we're both back here!"
"Small world, right?” Yang laughed. “Gotta say, it's completely crazy to see you here after… what, four years?"
But the way Yang was talking caught Sun's attention. Yet again, he was looking back and forth between them both, blinking rapidly to try and ease his confusion. "Hold on, you two already knew each other?"
"Yeah, of course we do!" When Sun still looked confused and expectant of further explanation, she leaned over and - quietly enough that nobody besides the three of them could overhear - whispered, "This is Ying. From… you know."
It seemed to do nothing to ease his confusion at first. "Ying? As in, your ex, Ying? I thought he was the guy who was gonna have… the…"
Then suddenly the needle dropped, and his eyebrows were raised ridiculously high, and he struggled to keep his mouth from dropping to the floor again. The eyes were beginning to look her form up and down continuously. "Holy fucking- I mean, wow! When Blake told me about you, she said you'd probably look pretty different from those old pics, but… daaaaaamn."
All of which was making Yang roll her eyes, and cock her hips to the other side. Suddenly the shyness she had in the evening was disappearing, and she was back to her confident self. "What, were you expecting some dude in a cheap Halloween costume? ‘Daaaaaamn’ is right."
Blake flushed slightly as she insisted, "That wasn't how I described you! But… the only picture I had was from that last time we hung out. You know, at the arcade? And you looked cute then, but now…" Her hand gestured to Yang's entire body. "Girl, you are on FIRE!"
"Well, duh – I burn brightest of all! At least, that's what I tell myself when I look in the mirror now. Like, look at this! I mean, part of it's dieting and part of it's surgery but, I just feel so… me." By this point, she was more talking to Blake then she was to Sun. After all, she had more past with her and more to possibly catch up with.
And Sun could sense it, that much was obvious when he nodded, trying to sound nonchalant. "Well, I'll let you two catch up, or whatever. Want me to let you know when Neptune's back here, babe?"
For some reason, that surprised Yang. Even if it had been years since she had last seen Blake, and she had clung to Sun’s arm when introducing him, she somehow didn't expect her to be with anyone else. "Babe?"
"Yeah, of course - thanks!" As Sun waved and began walking away, she turned back with her eyes downcast. "Babe. He's… I know what you're going to say, that obviously I have a 'type' and that's Asian men with their hair dyed blonde. But I swear to you – absolutely swear that's not why we hooked up."
"Huh? Oh, no, I wasn't thinking that! I mean, I can see why. He seems like a dork," she commented as she watched Sun rejoin the group of men, immediately patting one on the back and laughing as if he was there the whole time. “And that’s your type.” But when she looked back to Blake, she wore a slightly uneasy smile. "I just… I don't know, guess I didn't expect to see you again, or expect you to be with anyone. And I know that sounds ridiculous, trust me."
"That is ridiculous," Blake snorted shyly. "But… then again, if you had a guy on your arm, I'd probably be just as thrown off. So you're not any worse of a person than me, I guess." Then she touched Yang on the forearm softly. "Are… God, you look fantastic. You have all the surgeries yet? Upstairs and downstairs?" Her eyes clamped shut. "M-maybe I don't have any right to ask that anymore."
Becoming just as nervous herself, Yang scratched the back of her head, trying to laugh it off. It wasn't really working at all. "I think outta anybody, you have the most right to ask. I mean, I… considered the bottom half. But I kinda figured, I'm happy with how I look now with just the top, and I'd really rather not throw more money at something I'm indifferent about. God knows I spent enough already!"
Nodding nervously, Blake rubbed her arm absentmindedly. "But what about… not you. You're beautiful! I'm just worried about other people. You know, not… not being okay with you how you are now, and causing trouble. This is really unfair for me to say this stuff, you've obviously given it a lot of thought and I shouldn't be bringing it up – not after we just got back in contact. I'm sorry."
Looking to her for a short moment, she wrapped an arm around her back, bringing her in for a side-hug with a contented smile. "Seriously, you're fine. I know you're just worried about me." And as she just stared outward blankly, she found herself clutching Blake a little closer. Like years apart had just vanished entirely. She could be entirely open, after months of hiding so much of her past.
"There've been flings, a couple of boyfriends, but overall, nothing really big." And then her thoughts went back to what caused her to walk off in the first place. "But there's a first time for everything, I suppose."
"Yeah?" Blake sighed as her arm tightened around Yang's back. Her expression was clearing; it was so much easier to talk when the problem wasn't between the two of them. "That sounds like it's not a hypothetical problem."
Tensing her muscles a little more Yang licked her lips, taking a deep breath in. "Maybe there's… a someone."
Then the raven-haired girl pulled back to arch her eyebrows at Yang. "Ooooh? Details, details! Is he a co-worker? Somebody else in the business?"
Yang could only chuckle to herself. It seemed ridiculous to suddenly get so shy about these things, especially with how close the two of them were in the past. But she still couldn't keep eye contact, nor stop the blush. Best to get the first hurdle out of the way.
"Well… it's a she."
"It's a…"
Then Blake fell silent. She looked a lot less comfortable, but she also wasn't drawing away from the hug. It was a reasonable middle ground. But Yang could sense her discomfort, immediately drawing herself away from the hug so as not to make things worse. Maybe this was a bad idea – and it was only going to get worse. "She's Christian, too… and probably straight as an arrow."
"She- oh, so the problem is… and it's not…" Blake fidgeted, her fingers playing with each other in front of her stomach. "Sorry, I didn't know you were a lesbian. Or bi, or whatever – I'm sorry, wow, I sound like an asshole!"
"No no, you- okay, so I know you weren't expecting that." Yang was also nervously twitching, scratching the top of her head. Either way, it was still a more comfortable situation than what was waiting back at the dressing room. Even if it meant digging up the past. "Blake… God, I'm sorry. Really. I know you and me ended things because we thought I was straight. If anything, I'm the only asshole here because I couldn’t figure out my shit."
"Yeah. Yeah, I… I don't think we could have stayed together even if we did know. But I wanted to." Glancing over her shoulder, and noting that Sun was even further away now than he had been the last time she looked, she took a step closer again and laid both hands on Yang's biceps. "I'm pretty content with my life now, but back then, I was so in love with you! And part of me will always love you, y’know? So… so if things had been different, if you'd known more, or I'd known more…" Both of her eyes squeezed shut, and a tear finally did fall. "Ying, I wanted to marry you. This is stupid to tell you now, because I think you knew it. Why did everything have to be so hard?"
Yet again, the tears were beginning to well up in her own eyes, and she found herself hugging Blake once more, burrowing her head into her shoulder. Once assured that Sun wasn't looking in their direction, she drew back to kiss her cheek, stroking her back gently.
"God, I wanted the same thing. B-but, I think…" She clutched at Blake's back again, trying impossibly to bring her closer. "I think it would have ruined us. All the shit I've gone through, the surgeries, my mood swings. This probably sounds dumb, but I'd rather have you happy with Sun than to have… done something stupid while not thinking about it because I was all hopped up on hormones, a-and hurt you, or lost you forever."
Nodding, Blake clutched at her back powerfully for a few seconds as she shook from the sheer immensity of the relationship they had left behind. Then she whispered, "You were my first love, first kiss… first lots of things. Missed you." Then she took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and drew back with a watery smile. "And I'm not letting go of you again, I hope you know. Give me your number right the fuck now!"
Finally offering an emotional smile of her own, she wiped a few stray tears from her cheeks as she got her phone out of her pocket. "Yeah, of course! Hey, and add me on Facebook, too; I wanna see embarrassing pictures of you again, ya dork."
Blake did indeed whip out her phone and they exchanged all relevant information, chattering back and forth. When most of it was done and Yang started to put her phone away, she stopped her.
"Wait, hold on a second! Show me this girl you're crushing on so hard!"
"Oh boy…" Yang was nervously laughing again. Now that the initial ghosts of the past had been dealt with, she was free to laugh and toy with Blake like they were best friends again.
And why not? Blake really was her first ever friend as Yang, the first to help her take steps in being true to herself. No matter how it happened, she was happy to have her back in her life again; talking to Blake gave her strength. That was something she didn’t want to let go.

Yang never gave away the identity of her crush, but explained enough of the situation they were left in. And Blake offered enough advice so she could head back to the dressing room with confidence.
Neptune’s hour onstage was just about up by now, but there would still be some setup between the two sets. Plenty of time for her to make things right. Holding her breath, she held the door handle a moment, running as many scenarios through her head as she could to try and prepare herself. But in the end, she threw it wide before she was fully ready; best to get it over with.
She found Weiss was completely alone. All the makeup girls, any press or fans who had been allowed back, they were gone by now. Just the diva herself, sitting on the couch in the back and looking at her phone with an expression of pure loneliness.
"I'm fine for food," she said numbly as she glanced up - then froze. "O-oh, it's you. Sorry, I figured you were catering."
"H-hey." Shutting the door behind her, she leant back against it. Yet again, the atmosphere had become tense, that much was obvious as Yang ran her hand through her bangs, and avoided eye contact. "Sorry," she began, taking a few steps further into the room toward her. "Sorry I've been so awkward and weird since the bus."
"No, no, I think…" Gulping, Weiss let out a long, slow sigh. "I think that's my fault. I was picking up on a… well, some kind of vibe from you. And I might be wrong about it, and I probably am! But I have this need to get to the bottom of things. So I was pushing, and you acted really freaked out that I was, so… anyway." Scooting over, she patted the couch next to her. "Come here for a minute. Let's just… you know, relax."
"But you- okay." Deciding not to dig a deeper hole for herself, she nodded, doing just as was asked as she plopped herself down by Weiss's side. It was only then that she could obviously see how exhausted she was from the performance. "Oh, did you want a quick nap or something?"
"No time," Weiss snorted, picking up a bottle of water - no longer Walmart brand. "If I fall asleep, I'd probably have to redo my hair and everything – and then go do my act."
"Oh yeah, right. I already forgot." But from seeing how Weiss was struggling to sit herself still, she could tell she was still rather anxious, still needed to calm down. Maybe this was the perfect time to clear the air. "So… How about that massage now?"
Again, a scoff of derision. Then the diva turned around to look at Yang square in the eye. "You'd really give me a massage? Not just teasing me the way you've been doing?” No immediate response. “It's not part of your job or anything."
Instead of saying anymore, she shuffled herself around, placing her hands onto Weiss's shoulders to turn her back around. This time, rather than seeming uncomfortable, she was grinning. "Nah, because I know this time, you neeeeeeed it."
That word was exaggerated as she pushed her thumbs into the tense shoulder blades, rotating them around to loosen each one.
"What exactly is thahhAAAAAHhhhh! Oh GOD, that's good!"
Within seconds, Weiss was putty in Yang's hands, head hanging down limply as the fingers did their work on her aching muscles. It was like a little slice of heaven! And Yang kept going, smiling to herself as she continued to push her thumbs into the tense areas. Moving slightly further inward, she began to press that bit harder, not quite enough to cause pain, but just to intensify what she was doing.
"Dang, you really do need this."
All Weiss could reply with at first was a weak nod as she allowed the thumbs to dig into her tissue as deep as they could go, loosening up her body and unmaking her. She almost couldn't even remember why she'd ever protested in the first place… something about their working relationship? Who knows? Her hands pressed in against the couch cushion in front of her for support as she alternately relaxed completely and sat up ramrod straight.
"Okay…. So I think that's your shoulders done…" Drawing her hands away, the next stage was her back. Once Weiss was relaxed in her position, she pressed her hands on either side of her spine, pressing her thumbs into the skin.
Seeing the diva unwind was somehow both amusing and… thrilling. She'd seen Weiss sleeping before, just as she'd seen her livid and excited. This was a blissful in between, a state of relaxation being made by her fingers. Could anyone else make her unwind this much? Or was she the first?
"Ohhh yeah," Weiss sighed, shoulders rolling slightly as she maintained her straight posture for Yang to work on the lower muscles. Absentmindedly, one of her hands slid up to grip the back of her own head, almost as if trying to anchor herself in the moment that way. "How… are you so good at this? Like, what the hell?"
"Hidden talent I guess." She smirked, working further down each time. Thank goodness the heiress wasn't facing her, else she would’ve seen the ever-growing blush forming on Yang's face. But by that point, she no longer cared. She was so focused on loosening Weiss's muscles that she could barely feel the redness on her cheeks. Even the shades couldn't hide that.
And then her hands were on her hips, thumbs easing into the back muscles again. It was on the route, but holding her hands there seemed a lot more intimate than anything thus far.
Around the time she felt the hands on her hips is when Weiss's groans of satisfaction began to sound… less platonic. And the hips moved, shifting forward and backward slightly in time with Yang's ministrations, eager for more. At some point, one of her stiletto high heels even worked its way free and clattered to the floor, despite the ankle strap.
"Yang, you're so good!" she found herself bleating out. "I… I didn't even know I needed this, and you're giving it to me, and it's PERFECT!"
It was doing nothing to help the blush forming on Yang’s cheeks. Such words, such a moan, everything – even if she didn’t know how her words were sounding, they were definitely sounding like something else! The longer it went on, the more she felt the heat beginning to grow in her, especially down below…
Quickly reacting to stop such a thing becoming obvious, she shifted both legs onto the seat, sitting on her knees as she worked at the area even more. But the position bared a different problem. Now her face was somewhat closer to Weiss's shoulder. Close enough that Weiss could feel her breath against the skin of her neck.
"Oooh…" After a few more seconds of kneading, Weiss swallowed hard and managed to say, "That feels… interesting… what are you doing?"
She turned and found herself face to face with Yang, and saw the blush in her cheeks, the closeness of her pink lips. Now she knew the source of that light, teasing wind upon her exposed neck and didn't know what to make of it. Another swallow later, and she thought she had something to ask.
"Is there… w-what happens next?" she breathed against the bodyguard's mouth.
This close up, Weiss could see Yang's eyes – that she was looking directly into hers, struggling to keep her breathing calm instead of shaking the way it was. Eyes that were darting downward toward her lips on occasion, since she wasn't moving away.
In fact… were they moving closer? If there had been more space, there might never have been a shift in the atmosphere. Weiss would probably have sat back, apologised for flustering Yang and assured her that it was not her intention this time. But there wasn't more space. Yang's lips were already within a hair's breadth of her own, and she didn't have the willpower or mental preparation to avoid them.
So she chose the only option left open to her besides fleeing: she acted. Despite everything Weiss had been thinking, everything Yang had been telling herself, the Christian-turned-pop singer and the enigmatic bodyguard were kissing, lips kneading against one another delicately, slowly. Yang felt her eyes beginning to close, just as Weiss's did. It was insane, and horrifying… and so perfect.
The need for more was overwhelming. To express such a need, Yang managed to trap Weiss's bottom lip between hers, softly scratching her teeth over the top of it. The shiver that shot through the diva was enough they both felt it, but she did not draw away, did not push Yang off the couch and berate her for taking so many liberties. Because it had been her who took the liberty - Weiss herself, against all of her better judgment and supposed morals, had kissed a girl of her own free will.
As if on autopilot, one of her pale hands raised up to slide over Yang's neck and lay against it gently as she moved her mouth faster, tasting Yang. Maybe if she were lucky, she'd feel the teeth against her bottom lip again - even though that single thought was almost enough to send her screaming from the room. But she did feel it again. That and more. She felt one of Yang's hands adjusting Weiss's position, pulling her up against her body. She felt the other hand dive into her hair, keeping her close as she kissed deeper, as two pairs of lips slid over each other. Now that she was sure Weiss was giving just as much as she was receiving, she sped up also, kissing deeper, parting her lips that bit more to get more of Weiss.
When Weiss felt Yang's tongue poking into her mouth, she did let out a quiet squeak of surprise but it was evidently not enough to put her off exploring it with her own. Hesitantly, they made contact, and against all odds, it wasn't the most horrendous feeling she'd ever experienced. This was French-kissing, wasn't it?! One of the many things that had been on her "never want to try that" list. So much for well-laid plans.
As the heat began to build between them, she felt a droplet of sweat roll down from her temple. Yang had so much body heat… and it was making her own grow, so much that she was glad her stage outfit was skimpy. Then she began to feel so aware of how very little she was wearing; would Yang touch her more places than her bare neck and back? What if those lips moved away from her mouth?!
For now, they didn't. But that didn't mean she wasn't exploring further. At times when their mouths parted, Yang gasped, only to recapture them again. The hand on her hip slid lower, caressing her thigh and bringing it up against her. And when they trailed back up again, they were bringing her skirt with it. All the while, she kept adjusting her position again and again, keeping her legs firmly together as she sat with her. But as the heat between them was getting worse, it was becoming impossible to stop what would be visible. And soon.
Of course, it wasn't only Yang who was beginning to feel a lot more heat in a region where heat was rarely felt. The more Yang’s hands played across her thighs and teased her waist, the more her narrow hips began to squirm back and forth slightly, becoming more and more restless. Her own hand sought out Yang's waist, sliding over her spandex shorts idly, testing how she felt about putting it there.
Not too badly, evidently, because the hand was still there a minute later when there was a loud, sharp knock at the door.
Whatever wave of lust had swept across them was suddenly broken. Yang drew back from their kiss, face still incredibly close to Weiss's as she breathed heavily, eyes looking straight to the doors direction. She didn't pull away, she didn't push Weiss off her; she simply waited.
"Miss Schnee, are you in there?" A voice sounded through. One of the directors. When neither of them responded, she called up again. "Neptune finished ahead of schedule, so you're on in five!"
"Shoot," Weiss breathed under her breath, turning her head toward the door and pressing a hand to her mouth. An instant later, her eyes flicked back to Yang - and she was gaping as if completely stunned. Everything that just happened was slowly sinking in at the most inopportune moment.
"COMING!" Weiss shouted out, her hand tightening on Yang's hip. "Just… just give us a second!" She visibly winced the instant she finished speaking. ‘Us’, was it now?
"Aaalright! The crowd are pretty restless out there!" With that, it sounded like the director left.
Leaving the two startled women in each other's arms, both gasping for breath, both an obvious mess. And Yang in particular in a state during which she couldn't move from her spot. She couldn't stop muttering swear words under her own breath, adjusting her position over and over.
"We… we'd better go." Blinking, she slowly withdrew her hands from Yang, too dazed to quite notice her discomfort. Passing a hand over her hair to try and pat it back into place, she stood – and immediately fell backward into Yang's arms again. "Aah!"
"OOFF!" Right away, Yang held her arms out to try and catch her, anything to stop her landing on her lap. That would ruin everything!
But was it already ruined? They kissed. And it was no grandma-kiss – this was a true, deep, intimate affair. If things weren't interrupted, they would have more than likely gone beyond that initial contact, especially with the situation between Yang's legs. Now that they snapped back to reality before that could happen, would they be able to return to it? Or even back to friends again? Either way, as Yang helped the diva back to her feet and yet again tried to cross her legs, she could barely think how she could survive the here and now!
"Oh, I'm so stupid!" Weiss growled at herself – immediately sitting down on one of Yang's knees. She let out a little awkward moan at the light pressure in such a sensitive region, but after taking a couple of shallow breaths she pushed past that to focus on something else. "How did I already forget, was I trying to break my neck?!"
"I…. Well… How were you supposed to know Neptune would finish early?" Yang immediately joined her. They couldn't bring up what had just happened, not when there was no time left. Not even enough to straighten either of their hair to deflect suspicion. But that could always be the job, so she hoped.
But one thing she couldn't hide at all was the obvious bump in her shorts, one she was currently attempting to keep pressed down with her hand. "D-damnit…"
"Stupid shoe," Weiss finally sighed when she sat back, having put it back on. Then her brow wrinkled when she looked over her shoulder at Yang. "What? Oh… no, I meant my heel came off earlier, that's why I fell when I… tried to stand up. Are you alright?"
"O-oh, right. Yeah I'm fine; just…" How on earth could she distract Weiss?! She couldn't stand up like this, nor take her to the stage. Things were going to be just as awkward as she left it before, and it was all her fault!
Acting on a sudden plan, as daft as it was, she held her hands over her stomach, leaning forward slightly. Deliberately straining her voice, she groaned, "O-ow! S-shit, stomach cramps…"
Frowning, Weiss pressed her hand into the back of Yang's forearm. "Oh no, is it your… lady time?" The terminology might have been archaic, but it at least clearly conveyed that Weiss hadn't figured anything out yet. "God, I'm sorry… after you take me to the stage you should double back for some Midol."
Once again as part of her act, Yang pretended to try and to make herself sit up, only to keel over again. "S-Shit, shit… It must be something I ate b-but… I'm sorry…"
"Okay, it's okay! You just… stay here, I'll get a couple of guards to go with me. Hope you feel better." Then she leaned forward and left a light kiss on her forehead - and an instant later, drew back and shook herself. "What am I DOING?!" Without any further elaboration, she turned and fled the dressing room at top speed.
And once she had fled, Yang was left alone with her thoughts and her feelings. That was close, far too close for her to call. Leaning back into the chair now that she was free to do so, she stared down at the visible evidence that would ruin everything.
"How can I be this stupid?" she demanded, smacking her own forehead in shame. It hadn't gone down at all, and would have been glaringly obvious if she did decide to accompany Weiss. This couldn't go on, not if she and Weiss really were going to pick up where they left off in the future. There was only one option:
"I gotta tell her… and soon."
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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