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Princess and The Dragons	By : RWBYRemnants Category: +M through R > RWBY Views: 1054 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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=Chapter 6
“You really want the whole story?”
The two of them were seated atop the jungle gym in Vytal Park, legs swinging idly. Everything had been quiet for a while before Yang finally spoke up; by that point, Weiss had begun to fear this would be a silent occasion that consisted only of enjoying each other’s closeness.
“I do. But you don’t have to tell me anything. I just…” She shrugged, pulling one knee up higher. “You kept pushing me so hard to do more with you, go further, be a bigger part of your life. And the one time I take a step like that on my own, I get shot down. Almost literally. Do I not get any say in how things go? Am I just… along for the ride?”
Yang sighed. “That’s ain’t really fair, Schnee. But… it’s not completely unfair, either, I guess.” After a long pause spent staring at the sun over the trees, she finally said, “I didn’t come in yesterday because I was in too much pain to move.”
“Oh. Like… from what? Your cycle?” she half-joked. And Yang did laugh at it.
“Nothing like that. Usually don’t hit me very hard. Just… um…” A slight shrug. “Mom found my report card.”
Turning just a little more in her direction, she asked, “What’s that got to do with anything?”
“I’m flunking like, two classes. The rest I’m squeaking by, but… part of the deal of staying with her was that I wouldn’t completely fail at school. That I would get my diploma and then try to get a degree in something after that. After seeing those two F’s, she decided I needed a reminder.”
Yang’s hands moved to the shirt underneath her jacket. For a wild second, Weiss was afraid she was about to get flashed, even though that wouldn’t make much sense given the context of their conversation. When she rolled the fabric up, a few dark purple bruises were visible against her pale stomach, along her sides. Each was roughly the size of a human fist.
“Oh no…”
“It’s not as bad as it looks,” Yang promised with a wince. “Just a couple of punches to the gut; both me and Mom can take as good as we give. But she wanted me to know that slacking in class wasn’t going to cut it in her h-”
The words cut off entirely as timid lips met the purpling flesh. Weiss felt like she was going to expire from doing so, especially in such a public setting, but she couldn’t let the sight go untended. The stomach flexed under her lips, and she pulled away a little to gaze up at Yang’s surprised face.
“I’m sorry that happened,” she breathed, seeing her shiver from the caress of her air. Apparently, Yang wasn’t the only one who could have this kind of effect on another woman.
“R-really? I’m… it’s not a big…”
“You deserve to be treated with kindness and respect. Not punched by your own mother. That’s… that is unacceptable, Yang!”
This time, she wasn’t as flattered and flustered. She looked away, hand falling to the crown of Weiss’s head as an afterthought. “Her house, her rules. And like I said, it looks way worse than it is; she felt bad about laying into me and called me in sick yesterday so I could heal up. But… that was before you came to visit.”
“Oh no,” she whispered, sitting up at last. “I made it worse, didn’t I?”
“You didn’t help much.”
“Ruby tried to warn me,” she sighed, defeated. “I just didn’t understand what she was trying to say at the time. I made your mom mad, and I wrecked your house, too.”
“Don’t worry about the door; that happens all the time. But you dropping in made for a lot of awkward questions. Now, she’s warning me not to get too attached, blaming you for my grades slipping; I told her we’d only been hanging out for a week and she seemed to let you off the hook after that. Not that it means she wants you coming around ever again.”
Sighing, she gazed down at Yang’s little navel where it lay between firm abdominal muscles. Her fingertip pushed into the tiny well of skin. “I don’t want her to hurt you anymore. I like how you are now.”
“Oooh… don’t do that.”
“What? This?”
“Y-yeahhh…” That was very nearly a groan. “It feels good in a weird way…”
That got Weiss’s hand jerking away. But a moment later, she was smiling very vaguely. “Have to admit, I never thought I would put my finger in anyone’s belly button on purpose.”
“Well, now you have,” she laughed. Still subdued, but smiling again.
“Good. Anyway, if you want me to apologise for coming to check on you, I won’t; I was well within my rights to come by your house and-”
“Enough. You didn’t know my mom and how she operates, but now you do, so… so just don’t again, okay?” Weiss nodded. “Cool. Thank you.”
As they returned to gazing at the slowly-changing leaves on the trees, the Dragon lapsed into silence again, eventually rolling her shirt down to cover her healing skin. It was a minute or two later Yang broke the silence. “This is crazy.”
“What is?”
“You and me. I never really believed… I mean, I hoped, and I wanted, but not believed.”
“H-hey, I still don’t know what to call what we are, anyway,” Weiss laughed, a bundle of nerves again. “Even if I did just kiss your stomach. But that’s something people do, isn’t it? Kiss boo-boos?”
Shrugging, she said, “For a kid, yeah. Or your own kid. Not for your…”
Both sets of eyes met as they examined the expression opposite their own. Weiss knew hers was mild surprise, and Yang’s seemed regretful. She looked away quickly thereafter. This was something that was taking a lot of getting used to for the princess. Yang had feelings, buried deep as they could be sometimes.
“Your close friend?” she guessed. No answer. “Girlfriend?”
“You said it, not me,” Yang whispered cautiously.
Clearing her throat, Weiss pushed ahead as hastily as she could, “Alright. Let’s quit moping, and… worrying about things we can’t change, anyway. Let’s just go.”
“Where?”
“To Junior’s, or the malt shop. Or…”
Yang’s eyebrow went up a fraction of an inch. “Or?”
“Or… the depot.” She bit her lip. Maybe she was getting ahead of herself, but she wanted to stay in Yang’s good graces, even if it wasn’t truly her fault she fell out of them in the first place.
“But I’m all bruised up,” she whispered. “When I take you there again, I want to be in top… physical… condition.” As she spoke, a fingertip grazed up Weiss’s stockinged calf, from the ankle just visible above her white penny loafer all the way to the hem of her skirt.
“Gee whiz, what on earth do you think we’re going to do in there?! I just meant… we could talk privately. And maybe - maybe a little more, but not that much!”
Shaking her head, she hopped down from there to alight on the ground, turning around to gaze up at Weiss. “After what my mom did and you almost wetting yourself, you’d still trust me?”
“Of course. You only got mad because your mom did, right?”
That observation, which seemed to obvious to Weiss, took Yang by surprise. “Shit… maybe I did take it out on you because of her.”
“Exactly. So how fair would it be for me to assume if we were alone together, you would try to hurt me again? You’ve never tried to before, and even this time when you were seeing red, you only pushed me against a wall; you never threw a punch or anything like that. So… so I trust you.”
Yang’s normally-smug face looked so very sad in that instant that Weiss wanted to fly down from the top of the jungle gym and land in her arms, holding her close. “I really… really shouldn’t have done that. But I’m so used to duking it out with the Dragons whenever we have a fight about something that I just… act first, think later.”
“Of course,” she sighed as she did leap down. Yang steadied her for a moment. “But you still controlled yourself mostly when you remembered I’m not a Dragon. Not yet, anyway.”
“Not y- ohhhh no. No, no, no way are you joining.”
“Why not? I get along fairly well with all of you!”
But Yang didn’t truly answer. Only slung an arm around her neck and began to lead her back to her bike.

By now, the ride to Yang’s hideaway was as thrilling as before without the intense confusion. Their bodies were so close, Yang’s driving skills so confident, that she almost forgot she was with someone most of the town considered to be a delinquent. Of course, it was the prospect of what they were about to do that loomed large in her mind, filling her every nerve ending with electricity.
This time, Yang parked in back. Two crumbling walls helped hide the motorcycle from prying eyes. They circled around to the front and through the loose board, then made their way upstairs to Yang’s cozy little room.
“Are you sure there are no rats or anything?” Weiss whispered.
“There aren’t,” she sighed. “I cleaned this place up once upon a time – brought some traps and poison and stuff. No pests, I swear.”
While Yang was tidying the one or two errant leaves that had blown into the room during their time away, Weiss noticed something that did help to distract her from the prospect of what might take place if they let things get out of hand.
“Oh! You kept it here?”
“Yeah,” she laughed as Weiss picked up the solitary fuzzy slipper from next to the many candles. “I mean, I wasn’t really sure what else to do with it, but I didn’t want to bring it home. Too many questions if Raven found it.”
“Who’s Raven?”
“My mom.”
“Oh.” She set the little heel down and turned back to see Yang was sitting on the couch. “Is there a reason you don’t call her ‘Mom’?”
“Didn’t grow up with her until I was older. Summer was ‘Mom’, and Raven was just this lady that came by once in awhile to see if I was still alive.”
“That’s still unacceptable. But I guess… we can’t help the hand we’re dealt sometimes.”
But Yang didn’t seem to want to talk about her parents anymore. She patted the seat next to herself and Weiss obeyed. Her heart kept ticking up in speed, even though she was telling it not to do that. An arm looped around her waist, and she leaned against Yang more readily than she had at any point before then. Was she crazy? No… she was beginning to realise that this wasn’t crazy. It was everything she had dreamed of happening to her one day. Maybe it came from the person she least expected, but rationally, Yang was just a very exciting woman. One with waters that ran deeper than the surface; a true strength that wasn’t like the brutishness she had perceived on the surface.
“You’re still nervous,” Yang chuckled softly, eyes heavily lidded and smile lazy. “Come on, Schnee. What can the matter be?”
“I’ve never… you and I have only even kissed a couple of times, and even that was so… much. It was so much to me!”
“Yeah, I kinda figured. Nobody’s ever mentioned you having a beau before now, or even meeting a boy at the soda fountain. Can I tell you a secret?” Weiss nodded, so she leaned in to breathe into her ear, “That’s half the reason I kept teasing you.”
Swallowing hard, she whispered, “What? Really, it’s because I haven’t had a steady fella?”
“Mmm. Anytime I notice a girl never dating boys? That’s like a yellow light; I can keep going until I see a red light. Find out how far I make it.”
“And what’s…” The hand on her knee made her shiver, so she tried again. “What’s a green light?”
“When you’re a gal who likes gals, there is no green light.” There was a little bitterness in her tone, even though she was still smiling, still petting up and down Weiss’s thigh. It sent tingles into places she had never felt tingles before. “Well… this is a green light; you not breaking my arm for doing this. Or me asking if it’s okay. But before that, I can’t know for sure. Can’t assume anything.”
By now, Weiss was rendered mute. Blood rushed behind her ears as Yang kissed her jawline, then her neck. The hand never went anywhere other than her thigh, but that alone was plenty. Every movement they shared made her heart beat so fast she thought it might break free of her chest and race off into the sunset.
“You’re shivering,” Yang accused in a soft whisper.
“I…” No more words came, no matter how hard she searched. Why did she have to be such a coward when she needed to be brave?
“Here.” Sitting back a little, Yang took off her jacket and draped it over Weiss’s shoulders. The leather instantly warmed her, sharing Yang’s leftover body heat as it seeped into her bones. “Better?”
Weiss smiled, her face a red mess as she clutched the collar around her with both hands. “Thank you. Wow… I never expected this.”
“What?”
“You being so gallant. Like a prince in a fairy tale.”
Grinning toothily, she said, “It’s what a princess deserves. When it’s important, sometimes I can be less of a meathead. Oh!”
Weiss blinked rapidly as she popped up and went back to the table, returning with the slipper. “What are you doing?”
But Yang’s hands were gently raising her calf, then reaching to remove one of her penny loafers. She wanted to ask the question again, but the words stuck in her throat; this was so strange, such a completely unprecedented action. Was Yang going to stop there, or keep undressing her? One hand drifted up to ball under her chin, nervous and excited and beside herself.
“You’re so adorable,” Yang suddenly breathed, having caught that reaction. She lifted her foot and kissed the tip of her big toe through the nylon stocking, which made her breath catch again. Then she brought the slipper forward and glided it into place.
“I only have one,” she laughed shakily, knowing her cheeks were redder than ever.
“Exactly. Just like Cinderella, right?”
Her pale blue eyes went wide. “Cinderella? You aren’t just teasing, you… really think I’m some kind of princess? I’m not. I’m just a spoiled little girl who doesn’t know anything.”
“Not true. But hey, I don’t mind spoiling you. Sometimes, anyway.” She kissed her shin before rising to re-join her on the couch. “Can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
Yang debated for a moment. When she spoke again, Weiss could understand why. “When I did push you against the locker… how did you feel? Like, not just ‘scared’, but everything you thought in that minute. Really let me have it.”
“What do you mean?” But when Yang only petted up and down her back through the jacket, she tried to think through her feelings in that moment. “Um… shocked, betrayed. A little angry, maybe. Still worried about where you had been, and surprised that you were suddenly there. Afraid of what would happen if we didn’t stop arguing soon - and I was right about that one.”
“Yeah,” Yang laughed ruefully.
“That’s… that’s about it, I guess. Is there supposed to be more?”
Her other hand alighted on her knee, this time staying still. Just resting there. “You weren’t… turned on?”
“Turned on what?” Yang’s slight rising of eyebrows clued her in. “Oh! Y-you mean did I- sexually? NO! What is- I’ve never felt that kind of- why would you-”
“It’s alright,” she laughed easily, taking her hand away and moving it up to cup Weiss’s cheek instead. “I guess I’ve been… wondering about that.”
“Huh? Can you lend me a clue, I… really don’t know what we’re talking about.”
“From when I first started hitting on you, Schnee. You were into my advances, but not the way most girls are. Either they weren’t interested at all, or they were too interested. Like…” She paused, collecting her thoughts. “The only reason they wanted to be with me was because I was dangerous. They liked racing around on my bike, or me getting all handsy, because it was a thrill. Or they were already a dangerous girl and it was just normal for them. That was fine, I guess.”
“But I didn’t crave the danger,” Weiss supplied easily. Because she didn’t; it excited her, she had to admit, but didn’t make her want to seek out more. Wasn’t addictive in that way Yang described. A lot of those comments Yang had made when they first started speaking came back to her: ‘You want me to be a brute.’ They made total sense now, even if they turned out to be inaccurate guesses on Yang’s part.
“Yeah. Or you did a little, but it more made you… stop me if I’m wrong about any of this,” she laughed, and Weiss laughed a little, too. “It made you want to know me. Not just get more cheap thrills.”
Nodding her agreement came very easily. She hadn’t even thought about things this directly herself yet, but everything Yang was saying rang true. “That’s how I feel, yes. It still seems insane, but… you’re a very passionate, earnest, powerful woman. I’ve never known anyone like you, and I think you and I are… good friends? Becoming good friends? And that’s without…”
Instead of finishing her thought with words, she raised a hand to alight on the one already cupping her face. Yang smiled a little wider. “Yeah. I know. And I’ve never had this before.”
“What? Of course you have.”
“I haven’t.” Yang’s shoulders rose and fell before she went on, “Any girl I made it with, I could tell they were after the thrill of the moment. Even… the one or two Dragons. We were just having fun. I could have been any other Dragon, as long as she was attractive, and it wouldn’t make much difference to them.”
The smile slid off Weiss’s face. “No… come on, you’ve- I thought you were with so many girls! And none of them were… they weren’t romantically interested, they didn’t see how incredible you are? That’s unbelievable!”
Against all odds, Yang was the one blushing now. It looked so out of place on her features, but Weiss knew that was only because she was so used to seeing confidence there. The Dragon was still a woman, after all.
“Awww, you’re so precious…” Leaning in, she pecked Yang’s cheek softly. “Well, allow me to assure you that they are the ones missing out on you. Idiots.”
“Thanks,” she half-laughed, kissing Weiss’s cheek in return. “You’re a sweetheart.”
“So are you.” When Yang snorted, she added, “I’m serious! You can be fierce and a sweetheart.”
“Says who?”
“Says me. And my word is law.” She kissed her cheek again, and then again right after, and Yang grinned so wide that it lit up the rest of her face. “Look at this blonde angel!”
“Stop it!”
“I will not!” Three more kisses, one of them on her forehead, and Yang was giggling as much as Weiss. Then their lips met…
They both stilled for a moment. It had happened so naturally that Weiss couldn’t even remember the moment they had gone from cheek-kissing to this with clarity. Within a second or two, Yang’s instincts took over and she was pouring herself into the contact in much the same way as before, kneading against Weiss’s welcoming mouth. This time, she had no reservations, did not want to push Yang away. They both needed to feel every ounce of each other’s desire to try this now.
Again, Weiss felt the tingles she had felt from the hand on her thigh, even without it being there anymore. Yang’s arms were around her back, and her own were responding in kind, welcoming more, craving it in the way she had not craved the danger. The intensity was the same as before without Yang needing to compensate for Weiss’s reticence anymore. They were together in that moment.
The couch rose up to meet her back and Yang was above her, pinning her to it, causing her stomach to drop away when she realised that. What would they do now? Did she want to do more? Yang wasn’t exactly advancing, not the way a boy would - seizing every opportunity that presented itself. But she was still very vaguely in command of the situation. Weiss liked it better that way, even if she had this feeling Yang would appreciate it if they tried the reverse sometime. The bashful blushing smile had told her as much.
A few minutes later, when she realised they were both rolling their hips a little, Weiss tried to figure out why. She knew why, from what she’d heard about the birds and the bees around school. But they were both women! Why would they bother to perform such actions?
“Mmhh,” Yang sighed as they parted, violet eyes staring down into her own. “You feel… a little antsy.”
“What?” she breathed, still beside herself. “What do you mean?” Hips slammed down against her own. “Ah! That’s…”
“This.”
“But what can we do about it? We’re both… a-and I’m not ready, anyway…”
Yang thought about that a moment, then shrugged. “Nothing. We can just do what we’re doing. Do you like it?”
“Yes,” she admitted, even if it brought a fresh prickling of shame into her chest. But she tried to shove that out of the way; it was inconvenient. “Yang… I’ve never felt like this for anyone in my whole life.”
“Me, either. You’re so beautiful, and sweet, and I just… I thought you would be some ice queen I could defrost if I worked hard enough at it, but you were never an ice queen at all.”
Her shoulders shrugged helplessly. “I don’t even know what that means.”
“Doesn’t matter.” She kissed Weiss’s chin, which was somehow just as intimate as kissing her lips. “I’m crazy about you. Head over heels.”
That made the princess giggle. “You stole one of my heels.”
“Slipper-heels. Those don’t count.”
“They don’t? Why not, pray tell?”
“Because they aren’t real shoes, they’re only house-shoes.”
“And that makes sense to you, hmm?” When Yang only giggled, she smiled and nuzzled their noses together. “I did worry you were going to do something weird with it.”
“Weird like what?”
“I don’t know. Maybe you were building a Weiss shrine. Maybe you just collect a single shoe from all of your past lovers.”
Now, Yang was laughing aloud, even as they nuzzled and petted over each other’s arms and backs, their hair. “You’re something else, Schnee.”
Another kiss, this one longer than the last. Their hips ground into each other, and Weiss felt some vague urges - she wanted to slip one leg up to press between Yang’s, or let Yang do that to her. But she didn’t understand why, and was too afraid to force her body to make the attempt. So they kissed, and petted, and enjoyed the warmth and closeness and the tingling that came from budding urges. Yang did wince once when Weiss petted too vigorously along one of her bruises, but otherwise seemed to take it all in stride. This woman probably knew more about how to treat another woman than any of the boys in town.
Finally, the room had grown almost entirely dark, and Yang sat back to gaze down at the shadowy form beneath her. “Damn… I was really enjoying that.”
“Oh? I m-mean… are we stopping?”
“For now. I have a meeting with Salem; we’re supposed to parley with the Huntsmen. Big thing. And… I have a feeling you and Pyrrha need to do your homework.”
“You need to do it with us,” she warned her, and Yang rolled her eyes as they sat up. “No, no, don’t act like I’m being a nag; I don’t want you getting beat up again. Come do homework with us.”
“That won’t go very well,” she sighed, rubbing at her face. “Your parents, seeing me walk in your front door?”
“Hmm… there has to be a way around this.” She tapped her chin, then struck her palm with her fist. “Pyrrha!”
“What about her?”
As they stood and got ready to leave, she went on, “Let’s try something. You park near Pyrrha’s house, leave your jacket in her car; it’ll be safe there. Then come over to mine and we’ll study there. Without the Dragons jacket, you’ll just be another friend from school there to study.”
“Well… I guess it would be safe in a locked car…” Clearly, the jacket was even more important than Weiss had expected. “Or I could just leave it with you. Keeping my girl warm.”
“Your girl!” she burst out, pushing her hands into her face. Yang chuckled, though she couldn’t see her doing so. “This is crazy! I’m your girl, aren’t I? This is really happening!”
Draping an arm around her shoulders, Yang carefully led her toward the door. “Crazy or not, here we come. Weiss and Yang, Yang and Weiss.”
“Mmm… I could get used to the sound of that, I think.” Then she started. “Oh no.”
“What?”
“My shoe! I’m not going home with one slipper on!”
Laughing, Yang jogged back up the stairs and grabbed it, then returned to where they had paused halfway down them. On a lower step, she leaned over to make the switch, but Weiss made her pause halfway through.
“What?”
“Again.” She raised her foot to Yang’s face. Rolling her eyes, she kissed Weiss’s toes before sliding the loafer back into place. “Thank you.”
“Why was that necessary?” Yang laughed.
“You did it last time. I thought toe-kissing was part of the process of you changing my shoes.”
Now chortling even louder, Yang swept her into her arms once they got to the bottom of the stairwell, spinning her around in a circle and making Weiss let out a peal of titters that rang off the stone walls. Once they had calmed down and Yang was walking back to their motorcycle, she finally answered.
“You’re something else, Schnee. Really. But I’ll kiss any part of you anytime - Princess-feet and all.”
Somehow, Yang always managed to turn everything around on her like that. It was one of the ways she knew she was falling hard. Real gone.
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