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White Noise
By : RWBYRemnants
Category: +M through R > RWBY
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=Chapter 6
The crowd had turned into cheering lunatics once Weiss finished playing the encore number that the crowd had begged her to do. She and Neptune had done a duet before they both left the stage, but the cheering had been so loud she couldn't resist going back out to perform one of her lesser-known B-sides. Now thoroughly exhausted, she finally left the stage, satisfied that she had given a command performance but needing time to think.
Throughout the entire concert, it had taken all of her professionalism and willpower to focus on singing. To focus on her dance moves, and the energy of the crowd. Instead of other things. Instead of her bodyguard, and how everything had changed because of one - albeit very thorough - massage. But what else could she do? It was too late to say "Whoops, just kidding" and sweep everything under the rug. As soon as they got back to the bus, they were probably going to have to talk everything through. It was a nightmare looming on the horizon.
And waiting by the doorway to the backstage area was Yang, holding a cup of water in either hand. One for her, and one for the exhausted Weiss. She'd been there for well over ten minutes, but it felt more like ten hours. In all that time, her mind had been running through every possible scenario on how this would play out. Weiss would either reject her, making things terribly awkward between them, possibly even leading to the need for a new bodyguard… or they would continue where they left off. And even that led to dangerous possibilities, such as Weiss finding out her secret, outing her to everyone and running off screaming.
But she had no more time to think. She nervously smiled, holding a cup outward toward her.
"Thank you," Weiss said meekly. She looked entirely beside herself, dazed and unsure. "Was I alright out there? You didn't notice any… you know, mess-ups in my performance, did you?"
Of course she was asking because she was unsure of herself in more areas than just her singing at that moment. “Nah, you were great as always,” she managed to mutter, taking a quick sip of water to try and quell her nerves again. But already she could feel the blush returning.
"Okay, good," Weiss sighed after downing her own water. Singing was thirsty work. Taking a deep breath in, Weiss allowed herself to smile as Yang lead her further toward the dressing room. "After… well, I wasn't entirely at the top of my game today. So I was worried." Clearing her throat, she shot Yang an inquisitive look as she turned the cup in her hands gently. She didn’t feel quite ready to go in there. "Are you feeling better now?"
At first, Yang tilted her head, looking extremely confused. And then she remembered, her eyebrows raising in surprise. "Oh! Right! The cramps! Y-Yeah… I got some pain killers, I'm good now. S-Sorry about that."
Good job hiding your nerves, idiot, she thought to herself, continuing to pace further into the room. Now it was rather packed compared to when they were there earlier, filled with staff and others with VIP Access cards. She didn't exactly know where she was leading Weiss, but something was telling her she'd want to be in the middle of the room. Either way, she felt just as uneasy leaving Weiss alone as she did being by her side.
But as it turned out, she wouldn’t have been alone, anyway. Neptune was stood chatting with a few of the backstage crew from earlier, along with the same blonde-haired boy – and Blake. She got her wish in meeting the singer, who was running his hand through his blue hair and acting smooth.
"Yeah, I just needed to bounce a little earlier because my throat was feeling a little off. Wanted to rest the old cords before the encore. I want every performance to be the top of my game, you know? They're paying for perfection, after all."
"No, I totally get it," Blake was replying with an extremely flustered laugh. "Everyone should respect your process!"
"It does separate the men from the boys," Weiss said in a would-be casual tone. It was much the same voice she used when talking to management of studios. "You were quite excellent out there, of course. We should have partnered up for a tour years ago."
Looking back around, Neptune right away offered a cheeky grin. "Well well! If it isn't my plus one! Thought we knocked ‘em dead with our duet but they really couldn't get enough of you, eh?"
And right behind Weiss, Yang joined the group. Slotting in between her and Blake, she gave a quick tap on the black-haired woman's shoulder, just enough to let it be known she was back.
"Oh, Yi- YANG!" Blake quickly corrected herself. "Cool, I was hoping we'd see you again before you and Weiss had to hit the road!" Then she was looking slightly over Yang's shoulder at the white-haired pop star.
"Yeah, glad I caught you again! How's Neptune been while Weiss was still out there?" Even as Blake was trying to at least get a look at Weiss, Yang was trying to avoid looking in her direction. She didn’t want any little glance to be taken the wrong way.
All the while, Neptune was continuing to keep his smug attitude toward the diva, laughing obnoxiously loud to one of her comments. He was obviously trying, and failing from the looks of it, to flirt. "You're hilarious, girl! Damn, kinda wish we could do a few more shows together, maybe a collab. Could be a hit!"
"Maybe we could," Weiss said, obviously still turning on her professional charm. As Yang could tell from her now-extensive contact with her employer, she was only being polite now; her "crush" was rapidly waning the more contact she had with his abrasive personality. "Set something up with our mutual managers."
"Hey, anything to spend more time with you, Snow Angel," he said with a wink, still trying to break into the diva's harsh professional shell it seemed. Which although she wouldn't say anything, was making Yang roll her eyes, and fold her arms in annoyance.
"Yang," Blake finally hissed more directly. "Can… I mean, you don't have to, but as long as Weiss is already here…"
Yang immediately stepped back, allowing her to get between herself and Neptune. "Sorry, there ya go."
"No, I…" Blake blushed and fidgeted. She'd been trying to encourage Yang to introduce her to Weiss now that she’d already met Neptune, but could tell her old friend wasn't quite at the top of her game today. But it turned out not to be necessary.
"Hello," Weiss said at last, taking the initiative when she noticed the raven-haired girl was lingering and glancing at her quite often. "Whom do I have the pleasure?"
Blinking as her hand was shaken, she breathed, "O-oh! I’m Blake, I… well, I had backstage pass for Neptune; I'm so surprised you're here, too!"
’Shit…’ That was Yang's first thought as soon as Blake did introduce herself. Weiss knew that name; she'd told her all about Blake, leaving out everything except her gender. If that kiss they exchanged in the changing room didn't make it obvious enough, seeing Blake in the flesh herself surely would. Without another word, she quickly walked off toward the minifridge, despite having a nearly-full cup.
Leaving her with the raven-haired woman, and her blond boyfriend, who'd paced over and stood by her side. "Day full of surprises, huh, Blake? I mean there's Neptune, and Weiss, and your old pal, Yang. Maybe Neon Katt will pop out of the closet or something!”
"Oh, you know Yang? Wait…" The gears turned, the penny dropped into place. With a gasp that would have been considered theatrical in most circles, Weiss pointed a finger at her and stepped back with a look of surprise on her face. "BLAKE!!!"
The girl's hazel eyes blinked. "Umm… yes, that's… my name. Is that not okay? I could change it!"
"You know Yang! A Blake who knows Yang!"
"I…" Glancing at Sun, she shrugged as if to wordlessly ask, "What should I do?!"
"Hey, your guess is as good as mine!" Sun glanced between them both again and again, having no clue what to even say about the situation but starting to figure out Weiss knew more than she should have. "Did Yang mention Blake before, or something? You must really get along with your bodyguards if you talk about the past that much."
"She did," Weiss said as she finally calmed down. Noticing that all three of them were just openly staring at her - and that one of the three was NEPTUNE, of all people - she cleared her throat and said, "Sorry, I just… was not expecting to meet you in person, after Yang was just talking about you!"
"Oh," Blake said with a slight blush. "What did she… tell you about me?"
"Everything."
"Yo, am I missing out on drama here?" But immediately, Neptune was hit in his side by his blonde friend, just enough to make him shut up immediately. Both were silent, having no idea what to say at all. After all, everything may not mean everything, not if Weiss didn't know about Ying.
Weiss glanced at Neptune. He was a bystander in this - and would have no trouble telling the press if they asked too many questions. Maybe he wouldn't do it to be malicious, but he also would have no way of knowing that he shouldn't spread such rumours around.
"Nope!" Weiss laughed nervously, making a grand gesture with one hand. "It's just so very ironic that I should meet her right after she told me! I mean, what are the odds?!"
"True," Blake laughed, finally beginning to feel less freaked out by everything. Even if the way Weiss stressed that pronoun was a little weird. "Wow, I really thought you were mad at me for some reason for a second there!"
"Not mad! Why would I be mad? I mean, you're Blake! And you're here! It's just really weird, as if you somehow overheard our conversation and decided to show up!" Still laughing like a loon, she glanced around at the other three and saw they were still regarding her as slightly insane, so she cleared her throat and shook Blake's hand again, and much more vigorously than was probably normal. "Well, it's certainly good to meet you!"
"You said that," Blake giggled, seemingly having decided that Weiss was just a gregarious person. "But I guess you didn't know who I was last time. And it’s great meeting you, too!"
At long last, Yang had begun to make her way back, holding a fresh cup of water, which she nervously took a drink from once again. If she avoided the conversation forever, Weiss would never forgive her, and neither would Blake. Once again, she took her place to the side of the both of them, laughing to cover her anxiety. One thing was assured now: Weiss now knew that Yang wasn’t as new to the idea of dating women as Weiss was. That would be a whole other level of fun later.
"H-Hey, so… what’d I miss?"
"Not much," Weiss said immediately, turning a too-bright smile on her bodyguard. "Just chatting to your old friend, Blake! I feel silly, though - I had the impression before that she was a guy! Why would I have thought that?"
As Yang was struggling to come up with an answer, Blake said in a slightly less comfortable voice, "Ohhhh. Well… I think I know why. You didn’t know about before…”
Clenching her teeth together, Yang tried her best to make sure Weiss wasn't looking. Once sure of that fact, she quickly held her hand to her throat, trying to gesture for Blake to cut that part of the conversation. Where she and Blake had left things previously, she had only revealed that the woman she was crushing on had no clue she was trans. Not that Weiss didn't – because she hadn’t revealed the crush was Weiss. Though Blake would probably have little trouble figuring it out now.
"Before what?" Weiss was asking as Blake glanced between her and Yang. Her eyebrows drew in slightly, confused.
Blake did her best to cover. "B-before. I mean, it was a long, long time ago! That we were friends! We went our separate ways, and it's such a shame, you know?"
The diva folded her arms, trying to figure out if she was being put on or if the girl was just awkward. "Ah, yes. And that is a shame! The three of us will have to get breakfast together tomorrow before we leave town!" Then she turned the full force of a pointed stare upon Yang. "WON'T we?"
As soon as she turned, Yang's arms returned to her sides, and she looked down with a nervous grin again. Already sweat was visible on her brow, just as there was a growing blush forming. What a nightmare! Why did she have to bring Blake up earlier that day?! "Y-Yeah, totally! T-That would be awesome."
"Sounds fantastic!" Blake managed to say, eyes wide and shining with pure excitement. "You really want to go have eggs and bacon with a nobody like me?"
"You aren't 'nobody' - you're my bodyguard's old friend! And as you said, you two fell out of touch, didn't you? Seems a real shame to let this opportunity slip through your fingers! Bring your friend there along – the more the merrier!"
Any idiot could tell Blake and Sun were completely enraptured by this invitation. However, Yang had a sneaking suspicion that it would not be all fun and games. The way Weiss kept stressing “old friend” meant there would be a reckoning soon.

The diva’s strides did not slow until she was opening the door to her bus and flinging herself inside. After last time, she couldn't afford to let herself forget to sweep the bus with her own eyes, to make sure no one was hiding in the bathroom or a closet. Once she and Yang were both satisfied, she paced back into the living room, the bodyguard still on her heels.
"Alright. Explain."
Running a shaky hand through her bangs, Yang contemplated her words for a moment. It appeared she was barely keeping herself together; her breath was ragged, sweat clung to her brow, and she could feel her arms quivering in fear. There was nowhere to hide anymore; Weiss was about to find out everything.
"Okay," she began, pulling out one of the chairs for her to lean against to keep her legs from buckling under her. "S-So… B-Blake… and anyone before that, um, they’ve all been…"
"You are a lesbian," Weiss stated flatly. "I mean, I started figuring that out for sure when I felt your tongue in my mouth." Then she seemed to have heard what she herself was saying and sank down into the next nearest chair with her face in her hands. "God… what did I do?!"
"It's not that simple…" Already, she could feel her voice beginning to quiver, and feel her eyes beginning to well up with tears. Her worst nightmare was coming true before her, that Weiss regretted what they both did, that she'd probably hate her. "But what I don't understand is… you… you kissed me, you didn't pull away."
"I know!" After a few deep breaths, she looked up, her mascara running down her cheeks. She looked more forlorn than Yang had ever seen her. "That's what I mean: what did I do? You're already some big homosexual – obviously, since you dated Blake-who-turned-out-to-be-a-girl! But… but when you tried to kiss me, or even got close enough that a kiss might happen, I should have been disgusted, should have punched you in the boob! And I didn't, so… so what does that mean?"
"I don't know," she began instead, pulling her chair out even more and sitting herself down reasonably close to Weiss. Yang couldn't bring herself to correct her anymore, nor could she bring herself to fight any of what Weiss was saying. They were both a mess, both still confused about what exactly happened in that dressing room. But there was only one thing Yang was sure of. Only one thing she could possibly comment on. "But I liked it."
"Of course you did!" Weiss burst out, standing up and pacing back and forth in the living room. "I'm WEISS! Do you know how many little fanboys would kill to have been in your shoes earlier this evening?" After a few breaths, she then went on, "And… fangirls. I do know I have some girl fans who like me in a more-than-admiration sense; I tried not to think about it, since it’s still weird to me, but they're out there. I'm not stupid."
Then she stopped and stared down at Yang, shouting, "Say something! Tell me how to get rid of these feelings - or how to use them properly, or something! I'm so completely lost, this is something I never had to think about before!"
"Then don't!!!" she shouted right back, clenching her fists down either side of her as she remained seated in the chair. Her cheeks were utterly red, her hair an unwelcome mess, tears running down her face. But not even allowing for herself to catch her breath again, she continued, "J-Just do what I've done for the past… forever! Don't think about it! Just do what you want, Weiss, and… and stop giving a shit what people will think!"
All the energy seemed to go out of the little diva's stance as she watched Yang, as she listened to how upset she was, saw that she was as affected by their situation, if not more. And she kept looking at her lips, always her lips…
Her legs were stepping forward, around Yang's, and she was suddenly straddling her and lowering herself down onto her lap. It was warm and firm underneath the soft skin and fabric of her clothes. Immediately, her heart began thundering in her throat, hands shaking as she slowly raised them to rest against Yang's shoulders.
And with such a simple action, Yang's mind was a blur. Weiss was in the worst possible position, straddling her lap, pushed up right against her body. She could feel her against the very area she didn't want Weiss to discover at all, especially when it was a ticking time bomb. Yet she never once moved. She remained in that chair as she was, letting out a shaky gasp when hands held onto her shoulders. Her eyes remained locked onto the orbs of blue, and so Weiss could see her at last, she reached up to pull her shades off, tossing them on the table by their side.
Now that their gazes were completely locked in each other, Weiss shrugged one shoulder, biting her lip and looking much more shy than she ever had before. For a few seconds, she remained like that, but when Yang didn't push her further, she whispered, "I'm… not sure what else to do. I don't even know if what I've done so far is okay, or… if I’m…"
It was up to Yang to make the decision. No matter what she picked, it would both be brave, and stupid. No matter what happened, she'd have to talk about it, have to explain it in some depth to Weiss. It might as well be the option they both clearly wanted.
So she moved her own hand to the back of Weiss's hair, pulling her in as she pressed their lips against one another for the second time that evening. This time, she felt a more urgent need, felt a far greater desire. She kept kneading her lips against the heiress's over and over again, not wanting to stop.
With a frustrated and grateful whine, Weiss returned the kiss even harder than before, arms sliding up and hanging down Yang's back, clutching at her from either side of the chairback. She wasn't sure if she was doing the right thing, but she knew the thing was worth doing right. After a few seconds, she began to take more risks, to open her mouth to Yang again - on her own this time, remembering how exciting and strange it had been before. Arched her back under Yang's touch, moaned into their mouths. Encouraged in all ways she could encourage.
They were both on autopilot, gasping whenever their mouths parted, re-joining them with little delay. Yang accepted the open mouth right away, poking her tongue into the diva’s to caress and touch while she pulled her in further. She remembered where they were last time - that her hand was on Weiss's thigh, brushing down, then upward, bringing what little layer of skirt there was with it. And she repeated that process, gradually stroking the side of her leg more and more.
But the longer it was happening, the more she could feel the heat building below. Too far gone for her to control now. And as she felt Weiss push her hips forward against her, it was far too much for her to stop. This really was a countdown to destruction now.
Initially, the feeling of a hand on her thigh - where one had never, ever gone before - was definitely enough of a distraction for the virginal young singer. Her breathing grew shakier as she squirmed against Yang's body, and when she felt fingers grazing her hindquarters she finally did let out a sharper squeak and pulled back from the kiss, blinking down at Yang in mild surprise.
"You… really don't… hold anything back, do you?"
"You should know that… from how I work by now," she panted, raising one of her eyebrows so she could finally smile. The first sign of confidence in hours. Firmly grasping one of the cheeks of her backside, she whispered, "I don't half-ass anything."
Another shriek, this one much more pronounced and less involuntary. "Y-Yang Xiao Long! Your… what are you doing to me?!" But when she shifted her hips with the fingers still wrapped around her cheek, the next noise out of her mouth was a moan of such desire that she couldn't even manage to present a decent front of being offended. Cheeks now flaming red, she breathed, "You… know exactly what you're doing, I guess! Oh wow, it feels so…"
And each time Weiss squirmed forward, each time her body raked itself all over her warmth below, Yang found herself getting closer to a more obvious result. How she wished that clothes weren't keeping them apart! But at the same time… sensing Weiss would be able to feel her soon, she shakily began, "Weiss, I… I gotta tell you something… and it’s pretty important."
"Wh… huh?" Weiss had been just about to press her lips to Yang's again, but she did refrain when she heard the words. Even though she couldn't keep her body from thrusting forward, feeling the odd sensation that the grip on her rump seemed to create. Just that simple difference in one half of her backside grinding against the other was so unique!
And there was something else. Something warm and rigid pressing against the front of herself, very close to her burning centre. Her arousal-fevered mind couldn't puzzle out what it might mean, so in that moment she simply found herself grateful that it was there for her to rub up against.
"Weiss, p-please…" But she barely had the strength to stop her. Every time she felt Weiss grinding her centre up against the front of her shorts, she found herself moaning out once again. And it wouldn't stop. Each time she pulled against it, she felt a quiver down her spine, a shaky moan growing ever stronger. She needed this. As much as she needed to tell Weiss beforehand, she wanted to give in immediately.
All Weiss did was grind harder when she heard Yang's plea, misunderstanding the nature of it. She thought she wanted more, to feel more of each other's bodies creating this delicious friction. That was something she could completely understand - because she craved it, too. Not even fully understanding why, or what her body was doing or asking for, she obliged, feeling hotness flash outward from the muscle pressing into her sensitive crescent through the thin layers of fabric. Two layers - that's all that separated Weiss from…
From what? Part of her knew there was something unusual about this, but she was too far gone to stop, to puzzle it out. Yang felt perfect in her arms, and she aimed to enjoy every last second of her there. To drink her in until whatever was about to happen within her spilled over and exploded.
That was until a minute or two later, when Yang felt one particular quiver that felt too strong to ignore. It was undeniably good, and she had no doubt that if she allowed Weiss to continue any longer, she would find herself at her end. Just as Weiss would, as well. In a last ditch attempt to break her out of her spell before that end, before she'd immediately regret it, she let go of her backside, moving her hands onto either of her thighs to stop her thrusting forward again, breath ragged when she finally found her voice again.
"Stop!"
A final squeak sounded from Weiss's throat, and she swayed visibly when sitting still. She had been so close! To what, she wasn't really sure; she'd never done anything even remotely like that before in her entire life! But she passed a hand over her face and tried to focus.
"I'm… what was… what were we just doing?"
Yang just kept a hold of her hips, keeping her from thrusting forward again, or from falling back, panting deeply to regain her breath. She very nearly would have finished herself; she could still feel the knots in her stomach, and the pulsing between her thighs. But she looked downward still, to what was between them. The subject of her protest: the large, rigid bulge that Weiss was grinding against.
And finally, Weiss's eyes followed her gaze down. And she saw it. Not just felt it, but SAW it. Licking her lips, she tried to think through all the possibilities. They weren't anything she had expected - none of them were. But a few of them would freak her out less than the others.
"S-so…" Clearing her throat so her voice wouldn't be so squeaky, she tried again. "I don't… suppose you're wearing one of those toys they sell at Spencer's in your shorts, are you?"
Slowly, Yang shook her head. Once more, she could feel the tears beginning to well up in her eyes. This was going to be the moment that would ruin all her good fortune. Might as well get it over with.
"Sorry, but it's real." She sounded so weak now, pathetic in comparison to her normal self, like she was trying to stop herself completely breaking. "A-and it always has been. Since Scarlet, since Blake… since I was born. One of the only things about my body I haven’t changed yet."
"Oh."
In contrast to her seemingly aloof response, Weiss’s body began to tremble slightly. Both the unreleased orgasm and her fear at what she was walking into were to blame. Unable to help herself, she moved her hand inward and, just to be sure, pressed at it lightly with her index finger. Staring at her movements, Yang’s lower lip quivered yet again. Their emotions were mirrored, both arousal and fear. Now Weiss knew the truth, and she hadn't run away screaming just yet. Her hands were exploring.
"You don't… mind?"
Taking a deep breath, she began to stroke her through the shorts. The length responded - twitched. The nature of the spandex made it visible in a way that it wouldn't be if her shorts were made of more rugged material, like denim. Her hand jerked away, but still she did not throw herself out of Yang's lap, did not run from the room.
"I… don't know. I’ve just never seen one before in my entire life." Blue eyes looking up into Yang's, imploring her to understand what she meant despite her inadequate wording, she whispered, "And I always… y-you know, with Caitlyn and Laverne, I just thought they were degenerates or something, like my father said, but… you've been all woman until now! And I wasn't attracted to you the way I was to Neptune! So… so what am I supposed to think?"
"’Until now’?" Her eyebrows came together, expression of worry and fear completely obvious. As if her world were about to completely crumble apart.
"Well…" Weiss sensed she had made a misstep, but didn't know what it had been. "You know. You do have a…" Her chin nodded down toward Yang's lap. But she saw the alarm in Yang's eyes so she followed up quietly, "I'm sorry, it feels like I'm offending you somehow - but you never told me about this! How am I supposed to know what to say?!"
"Well, it’s not like I could introduce myself to everyone with 'Hi, I'm Yang, I have a dick,' right?" Weiss jumped as if someone had pinched her. It had much the same effect; she was shocked into realizing the reality of Yang's situation. Anyone else responding this way would have earned themselves a stern tongue-lashing, an immediate education on where they had gone wrong – that might or might not end with a punch to the gut, depending on how they handled the conversation.
But she couldn't with Weiss. She simply couldn't bring herself to raise her voice, or say anything too harshly. Shakily breathing to try and calm herself again, held her gaze as she went on, "I know I should have told you before this happened. Either when I was hired, or after that f-first kiss, I guess. But I couldn't. I j-just thought… maybe just once, someone could like me for who I am. But that wasn’t right, a-and when I did try to tell you… it was too late."
The poor, bewildered diva knew she wanted to ask a lot of questions. However, her mouth opened and, as had been happening so much lately in relation to Yang, something completely useless came out first.
"How big are you?" Immediately after, her eyes squeezed shut and her hands tightened on Yang's hips. "I m-mean… that's not okay to ask, is it? God, Weiss you idiot, what is wrong with you?!"
In the midst of their point of breaking, such a question didn't make Yang cry. It didn't make her yell. Beyond everything Weiss expected, she was actually chuckling, and even erupting into laughter. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, but at least she wasn’t fully upset. Out of all the reactions she had ever heard, that was one of the more positive ones. Even if Weiss didn't think so. But once she had calmed herself back down enough, she placed a hand on Weiss's thigh, patting softly.
"Maybe you’ll find out. If you wanted to keep going, I mean."
Owlish eyes gazed down at the hand on her thigh. Her brain didn't seem to be functioning anymore. They flicked between the hand and the bulge in Yang's shorts, entirely beside herself. However… the bulge was so close to her own heated centre, and she swallowed hard when she realized that, tensing the muscles in her thighs involuntarily. "I don’t know… this can't be happening…" Her hand drifted toward the shorts again, but she hesitated. "Can I…?"
Finally feeling brave enough, Yang was able to smile again, shuffling herself back further onto the chair again so the position was better and nodding. Again, she touched - but this time, all of her fingers wrapped around the girth of it through the layers of fabric. It was most definitely real; she had some misgivings until now, worried that this was an elaborate practical joke. But the warmth and the way it didn't feel like a hunk of plastic dispelled those vain hopes.
"Oh wow… you're so…"
Yang's eyes eased half closed again. Weiss was so gently holding her, being so delicate as she moved her hand over it. She remembered in the past when one fling had grasped it, even tried to tug to test if it was real. Needless to say, that earned them a punch in the mouth. But Weiss was doing quite well for a novice. And now she was sure that she would be one of the better ones. One like Blake. And with that thought in mind, she relaxed herself fully, focusing on only how good things felt.
When she glanced up at Yang's face, saw her leaning back and enjoying the action, she held perfectly still for a long second as she tried to fight down her fear. This wasn't easy for her; it could be seen plain as day in the way her mouth was set in a thin line, the way her eyes kept squeezing shut to steel herself to continue. But, at last, she did. Her hand glided all the way up until her fingertips were pressing against the head, testing the difference there.
"Hmmmmhh," she sighed in contentment. Even through shorts, the contact against her head wasn't something to be frowned at. Feeling herself starting to grin, she couldn't help but shift her hips back and forth on the chair again, squirming from the left over pleasure.
After a few minutes of this, Weiss began to feel more brave. Not more at ease, not that she fully understood the situation, but that she was ready to explore. That was her state of mind when her other hand raised up and began to slide the waistband of Yang's shorts downward.
She allowed it. The material slid downward, exposing her. She even aided in it, shifting herself on the chair so that it could be pulled down behind, and down her legs. She still wasn't fully revealed yet; her underwear hid the object in question itself. Lace underwear, of all things. But through the thin material and the gaps in its opacity, the shape of her was far more noticeable. She was average in length; firm in hardness. Perhaps her shaft was thicker than most boys, but its authenticity couldn't be denied.
"So big," Weiss breathed numbly as she teased it through the lace again. "But… your waist, and your hips… you’re so girly."
Now that the shorts were momentarily out of the way, the free hand glided up the contour of Yang's hips and waist, stopping to unbutton her jacket when it got in her way. Now she was petting her abs as well, testing the feeling of soft skin, of her very real curves. With one hand giving her delicate touches, the other giving attention to her length, Yang was in complete bliss. She was so used to any and all flings being rough affairs, that she would have to fight for some level of dominance or be wrestled into the pillows. But this was a welcome change.
Attempting to somehow return the favour, she allowed her hands to stroke Weiss's hips, stroking up and down over her clothing to try and stimulate her right back. One hand trailed by the bottom of her top, pulling lightly at the bottom of it. A simple way to request if she could take it off.
A request that she didn't notice; she was far too focused on Yang's anatomy. "You're so much more womanly than I am, I'd kill to have your figure, these tits, and it's… impossible, because then there's…" Her hand squeezed the arousal instead of finishing her sentence. "Can I… can I see?"
"You can… but…" There was a way they could both get what they wanted. It depended if she was brave enough, if Weiss was as well. Pressing her arms into her back, she pulled her inward toward her for a moment, finally asking, "Won’t we be more comfortable in the bed?"
"In the…" All the colour drained from Weiss's face, and she drew back to gape down at her bodyguard's violet eyes. "Oh my God, I… you want t-to- YANG! I can't! I've never- what kind of a girl do you take me for?!"
Yet again, any confidence she had just vanished. Even with a famous pop star sat on her lap, caressing her sex through her underwear, she felt like the smallest, most pathetic thing on earth. And there wasn't any way she could recover from that without a little mental effort. "Shit, I thought- I didn't mean…"
"You thought I'd just hop into bed with you?!" Then, all at once, she seemed to realize she was sitting on a girl's lap - and that there was a rigid cock in between them. She pushed to a standing position, nearly falling in the process but managing to catch herself on the back of the other chair. "You're a… whatever this is, and I was trying to understand, to… I mean, maybe it's weird that I wanted to explore with my hands, maybe I shouldn't have, but I'm n-not ready to go that far!"
"No, wait- you didn’t have to! I just thought… with you touching me, it seemed like… oh fuck!"
Now her breathing was becoming rapid for different reasons. Shame, guilt, fear. It didn't even matter if Weiss had said some slightly offensive things; she had ruined everything in one simple phrase. She'd probably lost her job, as well. Within a few seconds she was back on her feet and sprinting toward the nearest safe place: the bathroom. She didn't even stop to give Weiss an explanation, slamming the door shut behind her and locking it firmly.
That the diva had leapt back in fear didn't register with Yang as she sprinted through the bus. She had assumed Yang was about to charge her. Why? Because she had a male organ? Yes. If she were really honest with herself, that had been why she found herself suddenly terrified that Yang was going to pounce on her. Of course, she felt incredibly silly a moment later when she saw she was simply trying to hide herself away in the bathroom. The little squeaked "WAIT!" had done no good.
All this time, Yang had been a man? Well… that wasn't accurate, she knew, but it was at least in one way; she had an honest-to-goodness dick. Maybe she was using improper terminology, because anyone could see that Yang was no "man", but it didn't change the fact that she had gone from thinking she was straight, to thinking she was gay… to having no idea how to classify things now. Her sheltered brain really had no way to interpret everything she was learning.
The room spun slightly, and she had to get herself a bottle of water to calm her nerves. She was tempted to get something else from a security guard, something stronger, but she wasn't sure that would be wise. For now, she simply sat in a chair, wondering how the night could have gone so terribly wrong.
But maybe there was still time to salvage the situation. Weiss had some mental gymnastics to execute, but she wanted to try. For Yang. After all, if she couldn’t figure out a way around this one little problem, it really would spell doom for the two of them.
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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