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White Noise
By : RWBYRemnants
Category: +M through R > RWBY
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Chapter List
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=Chapter 8
All through the night, Yang hadn't stirred at all. She was used to tossing and turning, ending up in the most awkward of positions to try and get comfortable. But for the first time in years, she'd actually managed to stay still. The morning came, and the blonde finally began to shift around, slowly opening her eyes-
To see the back of Weiss's head. In the same bed as her.
She'd expected this all to be some kind of cruel dream, that she'd wake up on the sofa, having fallen off it in the middle of the morning and slept on the floor. But the gentle breathing of Weiss was enough evidence that their night was real. They really did kiss, she really did come out to her. It was all true!
And on that note, she was well aware of another fact. Below, she could feel something pressed right against her now-rigid length: Weiss's backside. Just as it did last night, and it felt just as fantastic. If only she was awake, maybe she could grind herself against it until… but she stopped herself, retracting her hips from Weiss's backside to roll onto her back and sit up. There were one or two ways to ease her problem. Could she get away with a sneaky wank? Would the diva wake up?
In the end, Yang opted for the safer option: a quick shower. Making sure not to disturb the mattress too much, she shuffled her way off the bed, tiptoeing out as quietly as she could. She made a pit stop at her phone, then headed to the bathroom.
By the time Weiss did awaken, she was hearing the engine of the bus start up. Normally, she would not have cared in the slightest – except she instantly remembered everything that had transpired the day before.
Yang had a dick. No, wait – she was transgender. Kissing. MORE than kissing! And buried under all that, there was something else that she needed to remember immediately… what was it?
"WAIT!"
Dashing through the entire bus, she caught the driver and asked him how long they had been driving. Luckily, he was just approaching the edge of the stadium's parking lot; they had barely moved. Apologising for not letting him know sooner, she informed him of their plans for breakfast and thanked him for stopping as smoothly as he did.
At least that was taken care of. There were a lot of other worries that were much larger, but they could be sorted through at another date; if she let Yang’s one chance to reconnect with her old friend slip away, she would be the worst boss in the world.
On her way back through the bus, she spotted a text alert lighting up Yang's phone where it lay charging. It was unlocked. That was when she heard the shower going; that was just as well. At least one of them had already started getting ready! Snatching it up, she saw the text from Blake:
'Its ok if Weiss cant actually meet up but were ready when u r : )'
Smiling gently, she texted back, 'Give us an address and we'll be there' and signed it with a little heart. Then she set the phone back down and approached the bathroom door…
But the water had stopped going at some point. Was Yang already done? She really must have been exhausted to sleep through someone getting up from her own bed! Smirking gently to herself, she leaned against the wall with her arms crossed, waiting for Yang to emerge.
What she didn't expect was for Yang to be nearly naked when she did emerge. Wearing only a towel, which was tucked tightly above her breasts, she opened the door, nipping strands of hair behind her ear. She never noticed Weiss against the wall until she looked back up, and suddenly grasped the towel tighter against herself, cheeks turning completely red.
"Wha- how long have you been standing there?"
"Not long," Weiss snorted at her reaction, almost entirely at ease. Her stomach was in knots, but that was not outwardly visible. "You, um, got a text from Blake and I told her we'd be on our way. Is… that alright? Maybe I should have waited for you to reply to her yourse-"
"Oh shit, I completely forgot! I'd have got up earlier otherwise." Yet when Weiss was certainly looking all the more, she continued to hold the towel tightly against her, making double sure it wouldn't fall. What an idiot she was for not bringing a change of clothes with her! "S-sorry… I didn't expect for you to be up so soon."
Shrugging, she turned away when she noticed how modest Yang was being. "Hey, you were the one up before me. The way you passed out on me last night, I didn't expect you to be awake before next year."
Nervously chuckling to herself, Yang made her way toward her suitcase, pulling out a fresh shirt, pair of shorts and undies, and tossing them onto the sofa. "Well, getting blue-balled is exhausting, what do you expect? Plus, you know I sleep like a log, anyway."
However, as she kept her back to Weiss, she did slowly turn to look toward her. Was Weiss going to watch her get dressed? Even after they'd both agreed not to initiate anything just yet?
"That is true, as we have noted on several occasions." Weiss did mean to stand there. There was a hint of a smirk in the corner of her mouth - as if she were challenging Yang, testing her to see how she would react to this situation. Would she flee back to the bathroom to finish changing, or do it right there in front of her boss?
Blinking a couple of times, Yang was beginning to realise their roles had been completely reversed. This time, Weiss was the daring one, practically taunting Yang by keeping her eye contact directly on her. Fleeing now would only mean she would get more teasing about it later for chickening out, and that was the last thing she wanted.
Swallowing, she finally made her choice, dropping the towel to get started. Her back was still turned, even as she began to slide on a new pair of underwear. But even then, the curvy figure of Yang Xiao Long wasn't something to be ignored, back or front.
Weiss's eyes sprang wide when she saw the towel hit the floor. Was Yang insane?! She had expected her to pull the undies up while the towel was still on, since that was a much more intimate part to reveal than just her smooth, muscled back. But somehow, impossibly… she found she didn't mind the view. Maybe it was because the subject of Yang confused her so much in general lately, or maybe it was because she had so recently felt Yang's arousal pressed up against her own cheeks. Either way, she was now definitely viewing those as something like a sexual object. And those of the bodyguard were attractive to her.
Yang didn't even stop when she began to slide on a new pair of panties; plain this time, rather than lace ones like from the night prior. But with her bra, it was at least a far slower process. In return, it was like she was daring Weiss to come take a look for herself - and the diva's curiosity began to get the better of her. What would breasts that had been artificially augmented look like? She knew plenty of Hollywood starlets who'd had work done, but she never asked them to strip for her! But how could she take a look without making a big deal about it?
"Hey," she asked in a would-be casual voice as she strode toward the blonde, beginning to edge around her side. "Do you want some help with that?"
Such sudden closeness took Yang by surprise. She dropped the straps she had ahold of, frantically trying to grasp them again as they fell either side, forcing the garment to hang loosely again. It still covered said area, but less completely than if she had finished the job. There was a flash of flesh, and Weiss couldn't help but see some very light pink scars underneath each breast; they weren't immediately visible, and could be missed if someone didn't know what to look for. Then the bra was more or less in place.
"Damn it," Yang muttered, looking downward toward the floor. "Well… I guess you could, if you want to."
"Sure. Just don’t try anything funny."
As she moved around behind Yang, the reality of her situation crashed down on her. Up until this point, she had still been reeling from finding everything out, dazzled by the seemingly-magical nature of Yang's transformation. But it was an unfortunate fact that no matter how many years would pass in the future, such marks would remain on her; they would never be as spotless as other women's. Seeing those remainders from one of her surgeries drove it home that this was not all fun and games for the blonde. Her heart seized as she began to pull the elastic together and hook the clasp, and she was so inexperienced with such feelings that she found herself struggling to comprehend what the feeling was.
Sympathy. Not just the vague kind she felt when she heard about a young fan in the hospital, but one that hit her in the gut because Yang was someone who was already in her life - and deeply so. Maybe Yang had come a long way since then, but she could never know what it had been like for her. Not really.
Of course, Yang wasn't thinking about that. She was just focusing on the matter at hand, grabbing her shirt and pulling it over her head once Weiss was done. Smoothing it down once done, she then went to get her shorts. "How long ago did Blake message?"
"Oh," Weiss said, coming back to herself and smiling politely up at her. "Um… probably about ten minutes ago? Not that long. I won't shower before we go to meet with her; normally I'd insist on it, but I did take one right before the show last night, and we're pressed for time."
"Right, yeah. Don't wanna keep her waiting; I think four years is long enough." Pulling up her shorts, and then immediately putting on her jacket afterwards, she was ready to go. And yet… "You gonna get dressed, too? Or are you going in that cute little nightgown?"
"You didn't seem to have a problem with it last night," she said flirtatiously, fluttering her eyelashes. A moment later, she heard her own words and shook her head vigorously. "I… am going to go change, and we will both forget I ever said that." Then she began walking toward her bedroom.
Just as she was closing the door, Yang quickly called out to her, "I'd rather not!"
And she really wouldn't. The more she thought about it, the more insane it seemed. Weiss was really flirting with her, she really did sleep by her side the previous night. Yet again, she found herself pinching the skin on her arm to try and test if this was a dream or not. And with each little wince of pain, she could tell it wasn't.
But could she tell Blake about this? Sure, she acted strangely upon discovering Blake was with Sun, and Blake herself had been shocked that she was interested in a woman now, but this would be even weirder. Weiss was solid proof that Yang wasn’t as straight as they both previously assumed, after all - proof that their decision to end the relationship might have been a tiny bit hasty. And finding out who her crush was would be worse than an abstract idea, even if she weren’t a celebrity.
It was a decision she would have to make when she came to it. For now, they had a schedule to keep.
“Need any help in there?” No response. Shaking her head and grinning at her own stupid self, Yang grabbed for her boots.

The restaurant certainly wasn't Weiss's idea of fine dining. Sure, it looked clean enough inside the nondescript cookie-cutter edifice, but the carpets were unfortunate, the servers' outfits were offensive, and the very idea of piling her plate with food that had been sitting out under warming lamps for God only knew how long did nothing to inspire a feeling of hunger. Rather the opposite, in fact.
But it was where Blake had chosen for them to meet up. Upon walking in, they quickly noticed the black-haired girl standing up and waving to them from the far corner of the booths. Glancing at Yang, Weiss barely tilted her “incognito” dark sunglasses down as told the hostess waiting to seat them, "That's our table."
"Alrighty," she said, following them as they went to sit down. "Will you be having the buffet?"
"We… will decide in a moment." Privately, she was thinking that she would decide after watching one of the others eat from it, and seeing if they came down with food poisoning.
"Speak for yourself, I'm gonna eat so much I'll be full till New York!" Yang was already grinning, patting at her belly to express such a hunger. Where the girl put it all seemed to remain a complete mystery.
"I like your style, girl!" the blonde boy chuckled from the far corner of the booth next to Blake. He had obviously been waiting a while, considering he had an empty glass in front of him. "Blake wouldn't let me get any for myself till you guys showed, I'm starving!"
"Fine, go," Blake said, edging out of her booth so he could head toward the buffet. "I'll just girl-talk until you get back with your plate."
"Awwww yeah!" There were no arguments on his end. Right away, he shuffled past Blake, narrowly avoiding Yang as he made a dash for the buffet line. Not that Yang minded, she sat herself down opposite Blake, still looking at Sun's direction as he heaped more and more bacon onto his plate.
"Well, I can certainly see why you're with him; he’s like me on crack."
"He is not," she laughed quietly, blushing. "But yeah… he makes me laugh, and he's a lot of fun. And I guess his confidence does remind me of you, a little."
When the table fell quiet, Weiss piped up without glancing away from the pages of the menu, "Don't stop on my account; I'm fully aware that you two used to be an item."
"Yeah." Scratching the back of her head nervously, Yang could feel her cheeks were already turning red again. This time everyone would be on the same page, more or less. Pointing downward also, she whispered to Blake, "She also knows about… that now."
"Ohhhh," Blake said reasonably. To her credit, she didn't react very strongly, but she did look mildly surprised. "Is that something she had to know as your boss, or just…"
"No, no," Weiss assured her, looking up at last with a slight smile. "Trust me, we don't require that kind of thing on the application. And I never would have guessed! I mean, isn't she gorgeous?!"
"Definitely," Blake agreed readily, smiling warmly across at her old friend as she reached across to pat her hand gently. Privately, because she was worried Weiss had upset Yang with that “you’re too pretty to be trans” mentality. "You've come a long way, baby."
But Yang was too distracted by Blake to care about that. She couldn't help but smile warmly at her, keeping her hand entirely still so Blake could continue. How lucky they both were that years of separation did nothing to permanently sever their friendship. Even a new boyfriend in the mix did nothing to really affect that.
Said boyfriend returned, holding a plate stocked full of bacon, sausages, eggs and pancakes - a rasher of bacon hanging out of his mouth. Waiting for Blake to pop up so he could sit, he managed to swallow just enough to speak again. "Quick! They just put more bacon out, it's still warm!"
"Okay okay, I'm on it," Blake laughed as she let him into the booth. "You two coming?"
"I'm waiting to see if Sun survives his plate," Weiss remarked offhandedly while pulling out her phone. "You two go on ahead."
"You want me to bring you back some bacon?" Yang was already shuffling out of the booth and standing by her friend's side, not heading the rest of the way until she had confirmation.
"No, thank you; I can get my own food if and when I decide eating here won't harm my constitution."
"Fine," Blake snorted as she paced away. Once she and Yang were out of earshot and collecting trays to pile their plates on, she leaned closer and whispered, "Is she always this picky? I mean, it's just breakfast."
"Oh, this is nothing. When we went to get coffee with Ruby, she asked the one who served us to remake her drink twice because there wasn’t 'enough foam'. I felt so bad for the poor guy."
As she piled on a few strips of bacon to her plate, she did gaze back at Weiss for a moment, who seemed to be completely at awe when she watched Sun shovelling the food into his gaping maw. She began to smile rather warmly. "But she's… something special."
"Of course! She's THE Weiss, right?" When Yang didn't respond after she had scooped a spoonful of scrambled eggs onto her plate, she looked over to see her old friend was still gazing after Weiss. Not even moving. After a few seconds, she laughed, "Oh, come on. You can't be serious!"
Snapping out of the Weiss-induced trance, Yang suddenly looked back toward the food again. But the evidence of just how she was looking at her was plastered all over her face in the form of a bright red blush. "W-what? What were you saying?"
"You have a crush on your boss!” It was a statement, but still a dubious one. When Yang's blush didn't vanish and she didn't quite manage to refute it within a few seconds, Blake gasped halfway through the action of putting a pancake on her plate. "Oh my God - you really DO have a crush on her!"
“Shhh!” But despite that, there was still no true response from Yang. In fact, she'd completely paused her movements. There was undeniable truth in Blake's claim… except it was so much more. And when Blake was finally sidled up beside her, she whispered, “Do you have to put it that way?”
"What do you mean? You can't- come on, Weiss?! She's one of those girls who would only look twice if you have your own IMDB page or a record deal! I mean, I'll give you that she's not quite as snobby as I expected, but she's still one of those 'uber-celebs', right? Asking for more foam and all that."
All the while, Yang was biting her lip. If anyone else was asking, she would have responded instantly, come up with some way to turn this back on the one who was teasing, or just denied the whole thing. But this was Blake. She knew her too well, and after all those years apart, she didn’t want to start off the third phase of their friendship with any lies or half-truths.
Looking around once again to make sure no one was in earshot, she finally admitted, "Yesterday… that girl who I was talking about. The Christian? Who was teasing me with the massage thing?"
"Okay?" Her hand slipped off of the ladle for the maple syrup. "No. NO! You're kidding - this can't be happening! She really was? Weiss was teasing you?!"
“Yeah – but that’s not all.” She scrunched her eyes shut, bracing herself for Blake's reaction. "How you said… I should test the waters a little more. To see how she'd react? Well, that was what led to me telling her about…"
That one, Blake caught onto immediately. "Yeah, she said. And you said. Wow, this is… how did she take it?" Then her hand flew up to cover her mouth. "Oh God, I didn't mean 'take it' like that! That sounds SO wrong!"
Despite being suddenly tense, Yang found herself trying to stop herself laughing at that comment, having dropped the egg she had picked up before she could get it to her plate. But once she had calmed herself down, she shrugged her shoulders, grasping a new egg instead.
"She… okay, it was weird. At first, she thought it was a joke, because the confession kinda came about when we were, uh… m-making out?"
Making out. That hit Blake a lot harder than the other confessions had. Clearing her throat, she breathed, "Wow. I take back everything I said about Weiss not being interested, since… since that happened." In a daze, she picked up some of the lettuce from under the fruit instead of the fruit itself. "You and she are really… well, what would you say you are? I don't want to assume anything now!"
Yang could only sigh. She seemed to be staring down at the food before them, but in truth, it was into nothingness. Too much was happening in such a short amount of time for her to process all of it properly, especially after the events of the previous night.
"I don't know. I mean, I'm still trying to figure out what all of this means. We both are, I think. I've been so damn sure I'm straight all this time, and now, that all flew out the window, right?" Suddenly she put all the cutlery down, expression becoming sadder. "Like what if… what if I jumped the gun? What if I really was just a straight guy all this time, a-and now I went through all these steps, and I’m… I can’t go back?"
This was more familiar territory for Blake. Yes, she was still completely shaken up by finding out her ex was dating a bona fide celebrity, but they had been down this road together many, many times.
"That's not what this is," she told her, grasping her bicep with a firm but gentle hand. "We both know from those few months together, after you came out to me… that gender and sexuality aren't the same thing. You can be a girl and like girls. And… I mean, if you tell me you feel more like a boy again, that’s completely valid, but you don't have to be a boy to date women."
"But it would sure make things a fucktonne easier." Taking a quick glance back to Weiss and Sun again to make sure they weren't suspicious about how long they were taking, she couldn’t help a small smile when she could see Sun hesitantly pushing a CD toward Weiss to sign, even if he seemed to be playing it cool. No wonder Blake liked him.
Looking back around to her friend again, the smile was much more real when she stepped closer to her side. "I'm being careful at the moment, I guess. She made a few offhand offensive comments, but I don't think she genuinely meant them that way. But until I can be sure of that… I dunno, I'm not sure where we stand."
"What kind of comments?" Blake asked immediately, sliding her tray along the buffet to maintain the semblance that they were simply getting food - and not engaged in a life-or-death conversation about Yang's sexuality.
"That I had her fooled, that I looked 'just like a real woman', then she was sorta implying she may not be gay if I still have… mister down there. You heard her saying I’m gorgeous just now.” She grabbed a glass and pushed it under the apple juice dispenser. "And that's why I'm being careful, because she's almost going down the same path Scarlet did. Only difference is, she's willing to listen and learn so far."
Wincing, Blake filled a glass with whole milk as she mulled that over. All their time together, first as lovers and then as friends, she had always known Blake to drink whole milk; it was one of her secret pleasures. "Well… she does seem pretty uptight – and like you said, religious. Give her some time." Trying for a bit of dark humour, she then chuckled and added, "And hey, she's not like that first boy you dated, who literally ran away, right? There's a plus."
"Oh god, he was fucking weak." Yang was able to laugh at that easily now. Back when it happened, obviously she was distraught. But as time went on, she grew more and more confident in herself and her body, and gained the strength to laugh at such encounters rather than dwell on them. But before they turned around, she leant in toward Blake. "He was just scared because mine was bigger than his…"
"Oh, I’m sure it was since it’s as big as Sun's - but I didn't tell you that, especially since I haven't told him that. You know how sensitive guys can be about size." A second later, she added, "But… I'm happy for you. Do you want me to keep this between us? I mean, I don't know if you two had a press statement planned or whatever…"
"If that's cool with you. I mean, I'm not so bothered about people knowing I might be gay, or bi, or whatever; Weiss on the other hand… that could fuck things up big time."
“My lips are sealed.”
Finally, the two began to turn to head back to the others. Sun had already finished half his plate, seeming to be mid-conversation with Weiss. Funnily enough, about Neptune.
"All you need to know is that he's a huge geek. He may seem all flirty and cool, but that's his weak point. All you gotta do is mention something about Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings and he geeks out like a dude at Comic-Con."
“Really?” she was laughing in complete surprise. "I never would have guessed! Wow… the great Neptune Vasillias, a closet nerd!" Then she glanced up to see the other two approaching and scooted further into the booth. "Welcome back. Find anything worth eating?"
"A few things," Blake said. "They have fruit, even if the rest of their spread doesn't float your boat."
"Or, if you want decent food, the eggs aren't too greasy!" Yang waited just beside the booth in case Weiss did want to fetch food after all, quickly putting the tray on the table in some attempt to help her decide.
"Hmm…" Glancing between Yang and Sun, who seemed beyond content with his bellyful, she finally rose from the booth. "Well, if my bodyguard says it's alright, then I guess she knows best." The comment was merely meant to flatter her without being overtly flirty. "Back in a few. Does anybody want anything?"
"No, I'm fine," Blake insisted. "Get your food!"
"I will be judging you if you skip the bacon!" Yang yelled out teasingly as she walked away, soon taking her seat, pulling her tray in front of herself. She didn't even hesitate to get a fork full of bacon. "Cooome to mama…"
"Wow, you two are definitely comfortable with each other," Blake teased mildly as she began cutting up her pancakes. True, she had said she wouldn't say anything, but there was no law that said she couldn't give her old friend some good-natured ribbing.
"Hey, if she wasn't close to me, I'd be a pretty crappy bodyguard, right?" she laughed before shoving the bacon straight into her mouth, saving no time for manners or to be 'ladylike'. Where Weiss saw a breakfast bar that was below her high standards, Yang saw a place she could be herself if she wanted. Even if that included eating a pig, like a pig.
Such actions were mirrored by Sun, who had just swallowed before saying, "Yeah, that's true. Y'know, you two left pretty early in the night; do any partying afterwards?"
"Yeah, did you?" Blake echoed as she raised her glass of milk toward her lips. Her voice was innocent, but the twinkle in her eye most certainly was not. All Yang could do was slightly choke on her food, swallowing the last of it so she could cough. Really, after what she just explained to Blake, she should have seen that coming.
"U-Uh… heh, not really. Weiss was just exhausted, so I just… played on my phone till I could drop off to sleep."
"I see." Though her voice was full of doubt, the raven-haired woman was sure not to glance at Sun. If she did, he would no doubt immediately notice that she knew more than she was letting on; he might not have been the sharpest tool in the shed, but he certainly wasn't an idiot, either.
"And you didn't head out for a night on the town? Let down. There's tons of gay bars and stuff around here if you needed to unwind, y'know." But he winced in pain when he felt Blake kick him in the shins from under the table, quickly correcting himself, "Oookay, maybe that's not where… people like you go… okay, sorry about that."
Rolling her eyes, Yang still offered a smile back. "Nah, I’ve been to a zillion gay bars; everybody on the spectrum is welcome, unless it’s one of those ‘strictly gay dudes’ type of places. Drag queens are kind of like… not sisters, but cousins, I guess; we both know what it’s like to have to tuck the junk.” While Sun was choking on his next bite, she went on, “But even if I was up for a little company for the evening, I can't leave Weiss. The shift's one of those 24/7 deals, y’know?"
"Well, you could probably tap one of the other security when you need a break, couldn't you? There's no way they should require you to just be joined at the hip with her." Keeping her voice neutral, Blake added, "No matter how pleasant her company is."
Under the table, Sun wouldn't be able to see when Yang kicked Blake's shin, a blush forming on her face again which she tried to hide behind more mouthfuls of bacon. Without noticing that, the comment simply made him laugh.
"Well, yeah. I mean, that sounds like a blast! Travelling the country, seeing all the sights, hanging out with one of your favourite singers for three months… I’d do that with Neptune if I didn’t have steady work as an electrician. Can’t take off months at a time from that. Or you could, but it’s not a great idea if you wanna have a job to come back to."
Only then did Blake flash her an earnest smile. “True - it must be so much fun! I mean, weren’t you just in LA a few days ago? What’s it like down there?”
“Tedious,” Weiss told them as she re-joined. All she had collected was a grapefruit, two pieces of bacon, and a coffee with cream. “Some of the people I work with down there are less than pleasant.”
"Sister trouble," Yang leaned in to whisper. She somewhat knew that Weiss wouldn't mind too much if her friends knew, but it wasn't exactly something to scream out to the whole restaurant.
"Yeah, people from LA can be kinda snobby, huh? I mean, that's why I'd rather stay right here in Chicago; rough around the edges, maybe, but good people," Sun boasted.
“Indeed; I’m liking the company here a lot more.” Weiss waited another few seconds for Yang to let her into the booth, then nudged her shoulder with the corner of her tray.
"Hmm? Oh! Sorry." Right away, Yang got back up upon realising, waiting for Weiss to sit herself back down before she returned.
"Sweet! You should come back more often to hang." Finally eating the last mouthful of pancakes, Sun began to dab at his face even before swallowing, getting rid of any extra maple syrup. But suddenly his eyes lit up. "Oh yeah! Where’s your next show?"
"St. Louis," Weiss told them promptly. "It's a straight shot south, isn't it? I'm not as familiar with this area of the country, but I… well…" Her voice fell silent and she concentrated on spooning brown sugar onto her grapefruit.
"What is it?" Blake asked gently.
"Don't laugh." Sighing, she didn't look up from the grapefruit as she ploughed ahead. "Before all this trouble and my father hiring Yang, I would spend a lot of my time on the road up front with the driver. He's a nice enough guy, but seems to get irritated with me if I overstay my welcome. But he'd try to teach me the names of all the highways we use to get from A to B."
"Ahh. Yeah, it's more or less south." But the confession tugged on Yang's heartstrings. Weiss really had no company for these long trips? It explained a lot, why she was so hostile the first day of the trip and why she was so unconcerned when Yang tried to strike up conversation; she was used to the solitude now. But did it possibly mean that Weiss was only becoming so close to Yang because of her desire of company in general?
"Good, good,” the diva sighed. “I know it's not far; that's why we could stop for breakfast. We'll have about eight hours left to get down there after this."
"Well, I hope you two have a good trip," Blake sighed with a slight frown. "It's been nice meeting you - and you can probably figure out that I missed my girl here."
Nodding, Weiss looked at her evenly as she raised her coffee cup to her mouth. "As long as you're only missing her friendship. And hey, we'll be back through Chicago again someday."
Yang could only find herself smiling warmly while she finished up her food. Sun had completely missed the slightly territorial comment, and Blake gave no other reaction besides to shoot Yang a little wink while no one was looking. But it had felt nice to hear.
Once her plate was clear, Yang piped up, “Well, if you're cool with me couch-surfing, I'll have to take the long bike ride over and crash for a couple of weeks. No way am I letting another four years slip by!"
"Really?" Blake breathed excitedly - before glancing at Weiss. "That is, if you can get away."
"Hey, I can arrange for other protection for a couple of weeks,” her boss said casually. “After the tour, that is; during the tour would be a lot more problematic."
"Well, duh! I meant after the tour, of course." As she spoke, a thought came to Yang's mind. An evil, taunting one. Sure, she was taking things carefully, and wasn't exposing things to Sun at all, but that didn't mean she shouldn't have some fun.
Surreptitiously reaching one of her hands below, where neither Blake nor Sun could see, she pushed her hand right against Weiss's behind, giving it a small squeeze as she said the last few words. "I wouldn't wanna leave you hanging, would I, Weiss?"
Suddenly, the tiny segment of grapefruit that the dainty diva had been prising loose went rocketing into Sun's face with a SPLAT.
"O-OH!" she gasped out, dropping her spoon immediately. "Oh wow, I am so, so sorry! I can't believe I did that!"
"Oh, no, how did that happen?" Yang said innocently, giving one more slight squeeze before her hand left. All as she watched a vaguely embarrassed Sun grab the napkin he had just used to wipe away the maple syrup to also dab at the juices. Although, little to his knowledge, it actually made it worse, and smeared both the fruit and the syrup on his forehead at the same time.
While Blake was laughing aloud at the look on Sun's face, covering her mouth to attempt to seem less cruel, Weiss was looking up at Yang with pure outrage. Well, not pure; there was also a slight blush in her cheeks from the very brief teasing.
"Sorry," Weiss told Sun earnestly. "Guess my hand… slipped. Apparently that can happen to the best of us sometimes."
Her other hand trailed from her own thigh onto Yang's, teasing just around the hem of her shorts leg. Raising her eyebrows once again, Yang couldn't help but look over to Weiss. So the game was on, was it? Her hand returned to Weiss's rear again, giving an even firmer squeeze than before in revenge.
"You wanna be careful. Don't wanna make a… mess…"
"True," Weiss said, tensing the cheeks as Yang teased them - and determinedly trailing up further. She knew what she was close to, and was determined not to advance there without Yang's permission… but it didn't mean she couldn't linger in the general vicinity. "Really have to work on my… coordination."
"Oh, it wasn't that big of a deal," Blake laughed, completely oblivious to what was going on out of her line of vision.
Worried that Weiss wouldn't stop until she had given as much as she received, Yang finally released the firm cheek below, going back to her juice. Even if that hand was still against her inner thighs, still risking 'making something obvious', she tried her best to ignore it. Despite the growing blush.
Which Sun was certainly oblivious to, as when he'd finally managed to clean his face, he pushed his plate to one side, resting both arms on the table. "So… Weiss, what about you? Didn't you wanna see the Chicago nightlife? Get wild and crazy?”
"Oh, as if," Weiss snorted as she continued to work on her grapefruit with one hand… while she caressed the inside of Yang's thigh with her other. The temptation to slide it up further was only growing the longer she did this, but she resisted, the petting more gentle and fond now. "I don't normally get particularly wild at all – especially not if you meant ‘hooking up’. No, I prefer to get to know someone really well. Then, if a relationship develops… well, that's just a bonus, isn't it?"
"Really?" Blake asked with a knowing smirk. "Seems to me like you haven't done any dating; I mean, I've never seen a tabloid headline that had you hooking up with Bieber or anybody."
"Nope," she sighed, squeezing Yang's flesh gently. "Just hasn't been anyone in the industry who caught my eye."
The squeezing of her leg only made Yang choke slightly once more, quickly using her spare hand to pat the top of her chest so as to help the swallow of her beverage down. After a short cough, she set the glass down while her other arm tried to nudge Weiss. Of course, it was useless to try.
"Well, you never know,” Sun said easily enough. “I guess the right person is always who you least suspect." It was a seemingly innocent remark, one made by someone who literally had no idea of anything to do with the couple, but it was enough to make Yang choke once again.
"Isn't that how it always goes?" Blake laughed, patting her mouth with a napkin to take care of the milk moustache. "Meet somebody you don't even think of as dateable, for… whatever reason. Next thing you know, you see them in a whole different light."
Nodding, Weiss pet her just a little higher than she intended - and she felt something soft give when her pinky hit home. Of course, she slid back up out of the way immediately, but a thrill shot through her stomach when she realized she had come into contact with it again. Touched Yang in her most sensitive spot.
Yang had to nod in agreement to try and stay with the conversation, hurrying to finish off her juice. The very last part of her meal. It seemed to be the unspoken condition of their game, that Weiss may continue to tease her until they left the booth. But to make sure of that fact, she asked, "S-so, Weiss… when do we gotta go?"
"I'm in no hurry," she replied as she spooned more grapefruit into her mouth. Her hand was still on Yang's thigh for the moment but had come to a complete halt; she felt too guilty for drifting too high, and wanted to grant her a temporary respite. "Didn't you and Blake want to catch up? So… catch up!"
"Hah… W-well, um…" Yang was still a bundle of nerves, cheeks still red from being stroked below. Their game hadn't finished just yet it seemed; it was only through sheer force of will that she wasn’t having a reaction in the middle of a restaurant! "So, uh… oh! How did you and Sun meet?"
"Well," Blake began shyly as she glanced to her side at her messy boyfriend, "it was about six months ago, give or take. I was checking out the fifth Harry Potter book, and Sun was returning the fourth one. Felt like fate."
"This was in the library,” the messy-haired blonde smiled as he recalled, letting one hand rest on hers gently. “I was returning it for Neptune, but had a good hour to kill, so I started reading it. And then, low and behold, she was standing at the counter, looking all cute and whatever. We just read the same book, and we could talk about the ending, and one thing led to another…"
"Aww, that is adorable." Yang was mainly trying to distract herself still, slamming her legs together in an attempt to throw Weiss off a little. "But how do you go from a little reading club to dating? Did you just ask or something?"
“Well,” Blake laughed easily, “I was asking if he liked the Firebolt or the Nimbus. And he just picked one, the big liar. But then he started talking about brooms, and how he wished his car was a broom instead of a junker in the shop. I offered him a ride home, and the rest is history.”
“That really is precious,” Weiss laughed, her hand squirming between the two rock-hard thighs of her bodyguard. Privately, she wondered when Yang found the time to keep working out in the bus; she’d only seen her do it once or twice. Then again, Yang was usually up earlier than she was.
"Hey, I like the Nimbus 2001's!” Sun was protesting, oblivious to the struggle going on in their very booth. “They look all sleek and nice, like the wizard version of a Ferrari."
Was Weiss enjoying this? All while she was trying to shake her off, Weiss was just grasping at her, even tensing her hand to try and feel more. If she was this bold now, maybe she would be even moreso in the bus. That both excited and terrified the bodyguard.
"Right. So this nerd, he starts talking to me about all this Potter stuff - and he did know his stuff - and then I finally ask him, 'So what book’s your favourite? Mine is Order of the Phoenix.' And his answer is… ‘The one in my hand’!" Giggling quietly, Blake had to take a breath or two before she could continue. "I thought he just meant the book in the series - not that exact copy of the book, that exact day!"
Meanwhile, Weiss had nearly finished her grapefruit in spite of how much more work it was singlehanded. However, she had managed to pop her hand out from between Yang's thighs and was proceeding to lay it on top, very close to a certain part of her anatomy - not gripping it or doing anything untoward. Merely allowing it to rest there, as if it were exhausted from its recent battle against the thighs.
Yang's only response? To stare wide eyed down toward the table. She couldn't believe this was happening! Thankfully Weiss hadn't done enough to make said part 'ready' for things, yet. But if it remained there much longer, or moved further inward, it just might.
"Hey, it's amazing what can happen in one day! I mean, I got you to go out for coffee with me in a day, right?" Sun giggled, leaning over to bump into Blake's side happily.
"You know, he's not wrong." Blake leaned over and favoured Sun with a small cheek-kiss, just a quick one. “Ew, syrup-breath.” She was still smiling about that when she noticed Yang staring at her plate. "What's wrong?"
Noticing this herself, Weiss quickly moved her hand away; until that point, she had been pretty sure Yang wasn't all that affected since she wasn't reacting. Besides, she had started this whole thing! But seeing that Yang was literally goggle-eyed at what Weiss was doing made her withdraw to her own lap, feeling faintly embarrassed. How stupid she was to have assumed she was ready to do flirty things like this in public, when she didn't really understand how they worked!
Finally snapping back to reality, Yang couldn't keep the blush off her face. Innocently brushing a few strands of her hair behind her ear, she laughed it off. "Oh nothing! I just think I've bitten off more than I could chew…" That comment was obviously aimed toward Weiss, even though she was the one that started the teasing. But noticing her principal’s empty plate, she asked, "Oh, her majesty has completed her meal?"
"I have," Weiss sighed, frowning at Blake. "And I'm afraid that means we have to get going - they can't start the show without me. Even though I wish they could sometimes."
"Aww… well, okay then, I guess. It was super nice to meet you - and I'm really grateful you brought Yang back into my life again!" Glancing at Sun awkwardly, the girl toyed with an unopened packet of sweetener as she said, "When we broke up, we both kinda needed the time and distance, but it hurt to lose my friend. So… so I really owe you."
"What?! No, don't be silly - I'm overjoyed that you found each other again! You don't owe me anything!"
"Well we're getting you a thing,” Sun announced. “Blake was talking about her all night with this ginormous grin on her face, so we have to do something! Dunno what, though...”
While Sun mused, Yang was already starting to shuffle out of the booth at the same time Weiss and Blake were. And once she and her old friend were free, she immediately wrapped her arms tightly around her, nuzzling her head close into her shoulder in their embrace. "It's been really, really good to see you, Blake. I'm so glad to have you back."
"So am I," Blake sighed into her neck as she hugged her back. It was a very familiar hug, but not a flirtatious one.
Not that Weiss was experienced enough to be able to tell. After nearly twenty seconds had passed, she finally poked Yang in the back of the arm and said, "Alright, alright, break it up. We can’t dawdle too much."
Although she let go when poked, she left one hand on Blake's shoulder for a moment, looking into her eyes with adoration. Something more than a simple friendship would always be between them, even if they were burying it now. "Take care of yourself." Then she looked over to the other blonde, who had only just shuffled out from his seat to join them. "And you! Take care of her as well. I mean it, bub! You better treat this lady right!"
"Psh! I've been taking good care of her so far, right?" Rather than hugging them both, Sun instead held his fist out toward Yang, which she responded to with a fist bump. And then held an open hand out for her to shake properly. "Was great to meet you. Even though I've said that five times, heh."
"Sorry it hasn't been as great meeting me," Weiss sighed airily as she held her own hand out to be shaken by either of them. "But you've been a good sport putting up with my presence."
"Oh, shut up," Blake snorted as she took and shook it. "You're awesome and you know it."
"Yes, I do."
Yang laughed, "Careful, all that praise will go to her head, and I gotta deal with that."
“Hmph!”
After another heartfelt goodbye, and Yang practically demanding that Blake message her as soon as possible, they were finally on their way back to the bus. Over the course of one night, everything had changed; she'd dealt with unfinished business she never knew she had, re-established contact with her dearest friend, and, quite possibly, was now in a relationship. That last one was still up in the air, but Weiss knew a lot more about her than she had a week ago.
And they had kissed. And enjoyed it.
None of which she would think was alright for her if not for Blake. She was the one that encouraged Yang to take the leap, the one that had reassured her that dating a woman again wouldn’t be “backsliding”. Even if they missed the relationship that was, a good friend was back in her life. And Yang knew for damn sure she wasn't going to let her go again.
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