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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 8
“So we got through a LOT of homework tonight.”
Yang laughed as they sped down the road toward Atlas Heights. “Yep. Bet you didn’t think you’d be getting tutored, too, did ya?”
“I didn’t,” Weiss admitted. “I can’t believe you went along with that!”
“Well… okay, I know it’s pretty raunchy to give you a peep show. But it really does tend to make for a lot less awkward first times if we just let Coco break in the new girls like that.”
Wrapping her arms tighter around Yang’s body, causing her to wince again from the bruises, she said, “Probably! And despite what I said, I did learn a few things about, um, technique that I won’t be forgetting!”
“Mmm… I bet you won’t.”
“Also… is it crazy to admit that after watching all that play out, riding your motorcycle is starting to feel really good right about now?”
Yang pulled up to a stop sign and waited there, instead of taking off again as she could have done. Her head craned around to look at Weiss. “Really? Want to make a pit stop at the depot and I can take care of that?”
“No.”
“Awww, c’mon,” she needled very gently, impish grin in place. “I guarantee it’ll feel better than a Harley.”
“Maybe so, but I’m already out past curfew. They will suspect something if I’m tired in the morning.”
“And you definitely would be.” When she poked Yang in the breast, she laughed and said, “If you’re trying to make me mad, that’s not the way to do it; just makes me want to have a little study session of our own right here in the street.”
“You Dragons are impossible.”
Still, Yang finished driving her back to her neighbourhood. Weiss spent the entire trip trying not to focus too hard on the sensations the moving vehicle was sparking within her body; it wasn’t fair. She had never noticed them before, on bikes, cars, trains, horses… any such thing. But such was her curse for dating a Dragon: heightened awareness of sexuality.
When she hopped off the motorcycle, she hesitated long enough that Yang tilted her head and waited. Finally, she began, “I’m… still not quite sure how to feel about hanging out with them. Things keep happening that I’m not ready for yet, and all the time. But I definitely know they’re… I guess ‘good people’ sounds patronizing, doesn’t it?”
Shrugging her shoulders under her leather, Yang stared up at the stars. “Yeah. But I get what you mean. They really are a great group of friends, even if they’re rough. And always horny.”
The phrase made Weiss titter, and Yang grinned before leaning over to take her lips. After they shared a long kiss, Weiss feeling her ankle rising into the air as she leaned into the contact, she pulled back just enough to whisper, “I had a great time with you today. All of it, even watching Coco prostitute her lover.”
“Nobody paid for it,” Yang muttered, and they both grinned. Then her face turned slightly more serious. “Me, too. I think you might be the one, Schnee.”
“The one what?”
“The one to tame the Dragon. To make me a one-woman woman.”
Rolling her eyes, Weiss said, “You don’t have to keep using such lines on me when I’m already available for kissing anytime.”
“But I mean it.”
Their smiles were gone now. Weiss felt her heart pounding, the backs of her knees tingled in the chill night air. “Really? You’re not just saying that to make me feel good?”
“Guess that’s the kind of thing I would do by reputation. But I don’t lie to girlfriends. And I wouldn’t tell you I’m serious if I’m not serious.” Her hand slid very slightly through Weiss’s hair, fingertips digging into her scalp. “I’m crazy about you, Schnee. And I know we were talking about how it can’t happen, but… if it could… I think I could see myself marrying you.”
Tears sprang to her eyes instantly, as if summoned with magic. “Oh! Oh, Yang… no one’s ever- I m-mean, I’m starting to feel that way, too, but I don’t know how to…”
Neither of them seemed to know what else to say about it, so they kissed, longer and deeper, and more yearning than before. It took every ounce of willpower Weiss had to pull away from the contact, but she knew she had to be getting back.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” she breathed as she began to walk backwards away from the bike.
“You will. And every day, if I can help it.”
“Maybe… tennis?”
Grinning, Yang merely waved instead of answering. Weiss climbed the trellis, electing to simply move softly instead of taking off her shoes, and winced at the noises of them echoing off the shingles.
As she reached to slide her window shut, she heard the Harley driving off and grinned to herself. This was all she had ever wanted without knowing she wanted it. If the price was having to watch two women behave immodestly, it seemed like a bargain, all things considered.
“Yang Xiao Long,” she breathed softly to herself as she fell back on her bed, staring up at the pristine white ceiling. “Golly gee…”
It took too long for Weiss to fall asleep that night. As always, the idea of dating Yang was plaguing her thoughts, but in this case it was partly because she finally realised…
‘I just watched two people have sex,’ she thought to herself. ‘Didn’t I? There was no penis involved, which is how I learned sex works, but… there’s no way what they did DOESN’T count as sex. Right?’
Without anyone there to answer her, the thoughts swirled around and around. She tried rolling onto her side, then her back, then her stomach again. Nothing helped. In the back of her mind, she knew the reason was that her body had been even further awakened by the little demonstration and the bike ride home - as if it needed any help. Yang was already sweeping her off her feet in ways she could never have imagined. But what could she do about it?
‘There is that demonstration. Coco showed me exactly what to do.’
But she quickly tried to put that out of her mind. No way she could do that to her own body! It was indecent and wrong! Wasn’t it? One pale hand began to sneak down to the waistband of her pajamas, but that was as far as she got before she jerked it back. She couldn’t possibly.
But as she tossed and turned, she began to wonder if she might need to ask Yang to help her relieve that building stress sooner rather than later. At least there was more than one way for them to accomplish that.

“Fifteen-love!”
Panting, Yang sagged against the net for a moment, wiping the sweat from her forehead. They had been batting the little yellow ball back and forth for nearly an hour and a half now. Privately, Weiss was really enjoying the sight of the blonde bruiser getting all worked up, but she would never admit such a thing aloud. Especially not in a public park.
“I think… I’m almost getting the hang of this,” Yang finally replied. “Even if I still… can’t beat you.”
Twirling her racquet in her hands, Weiss smirked at her. “Really? Because it looks to me like you’re about to fall apart on me, Xiao Long.”
Yang’s bottom lip jutted out in protest. “Thought calling you by your… last name was… my thing.”
“I’m stealing it.”
“Oh, really? So can I… ask for payment in return?”
The Dragon was completely transparent. Quickly looking around to make sure the park was at least deserted enough that no one would notice, she darted forward and pecked Yang’s lips over the top of the net. She was so surprised that she nearly slipped the rest of the way down to the court.
“Goodness me,” Yang breathed in a besotted tone.
“Stop,” Weiss laughed, returning to a serving position. Though her face felt distinctly warmer.
They didn’t keep it up much longer than that before Yang decided she was through. Tennis used different muscle groups than the bodybuilding and general exercise she normally got, and wore her out quickly. They towelled their faces and necks off, and Yang grabbed up her leather jacket as they walked over to where she’d left her Harley.
“I swear, you’re turning me into somebody completely different,” she said as she paused at a water fountain.
“What do you mean? I could say the same about you! I mean, I’ve never snuck out of the house before you came along!”
Wiping her mouth with the back of her forearm, she smirked over at Weiss as she stepped back to allow her to take a drink. “Yeah, and I never played tennis or had a ‘study date’ before.”
“Hmm,” she said as she bent over the spout and turned the spigot on. “Then I guess we have a lot to teach each othaaaagh?!”
The water ran down from her nose and chin into the basin as she felt Yang’s hand move back and forth across her rear. She tried to find a way within herself to speak up, to reprimand her for being so bold in public - putting her hand up her skirt even - but she couldn’t seem to come up with any words. Each fingertip pressing into her flesh through the taut fabric of her underwear sent a fresh chill up her spine.
“What was that?”
“Bluh…” That was all she could say, given the water still running over her mouth. She couldn’t seem to release the handle, either.
“Sorry, can’t hear you,” Yang purred into her ear as she kept it up, and Weiss swayed slightly, knees no longer able to keep her upright quite so easily as before. “Speak up a little, baby.”
Finally, she did come back to herself and stood bolt upright, taking a step away from Yang to wipe at her face. “YANG!”
“What?” she chuckled.
“You, you… masher!” Then she coughed for a moment before adding, “I never thought I’d have to call a woman that!”
The brute put on a sweet, innocent face that almost worked, given that she was wearing a white A-line dress for their game rather than her usual attire. “Awww, come on, Weissy. I was just playing with you. Don’t be so sensitive!”
“Me?! We are in public, Yang! You need to be more sensitive to that!”
“Maybe I just wanted revenge for you whooping me so easily.”
That level of pettiness surprised her. “Did you?”
“Well… okay, not really. That little skirt was just too tempting,” she confessed.
“Okay, that sounds more accurate.” Clearing her throat, she turned away and folded her arms over her chest, racquet dangling and swinging back and forth. “Fine. I assume you had noticed no one was in this area before you started groping things I haven’t given you permission to grope yet?”
Rolling her eyes, Yang slid an arm around Weiss’s waist and started guiding her toward the bike again. “Of course. I’m not that much of a dumbbell.”
“Good.”
“Great,” she laughed. “Glad we settled that.”
“Mmm.” Around the time they reached the bike, Weiss couldn’t help asking, “Do you really like touching me there that much?”
“What?”
“My… you know. Derrière. Do you like touching it that much?”
Yang snorted at the unexpected query. “Well… yeah. I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t like doing it. You have a nice, firm little caboose; fun to squeeze now and then. But you know all you have to do is smack me and I’ll stop, right?”
Though she was still flustered, thinking about Yang enjoying it that much, she smiled at the question. “Of course. You’ve made that clear from the beginning; you’re going to keep using my body like a toy, and if I ever get furious enough at you, all I have to do is speak up.”
“That’s not… how I’d put it…”
“I’m teasing,” Weiss told her when she saw just how worried Yang looked by her phrasing. She slid onto the bike behind Yang and held onto her waist, leaning up to kiss the side of her cheek. “Really, I do understand. We’re both kind of just… experimenting. And so far, more of the experiments have been successes than failures. I think that’s a pretty good record.”
“Me too,” she breathed, smiling at her for a long moment. The moment stretched on, and neither of them seemed to want to break their gazes. There was something truly magical about looking into the Dragon’s eyes, being this near to her.
But finally, she cleared her throat and turned back around. “I’ll take you home, then I gotta split. That parley is tonight and I don’t want to let the girls down.”
Weiss felt a flutter of worry in her stomach. “Do you have to go? I mean, meeting with a rival gang… it’s not very-”
“We’re not really rivals. They handle the business district and places like that; we’re strictly the other side of town. The crummy side,” she added with a slight smile as she started the bike. “We just like to keep things civil and make sure no toes are stepped on.”
There wasn’t much else Weiss could say to that, so she fell silent. All she could do was worry, and worrying solved nothing. Best to simply wait for news.

Which she got the next morning. If Yang's exhausted expression was any indication, things had not gone as smoothly as she hoped.
“Why the long face?” she asked as cheerfully as she could.
“Because I am Mister Ed.” There was no inflection to the joke as the dejected Dragon leaned back against the lockers.
“That bad, hm? I'm sorry.”
Trying for a casual shrug that looked more like a stretch gone wrong, Yang grunted, “It’s fine. Salem and their head cheese don’t get along so great. They’ll work it out eventually, but yeah, we’ll need a second pow-wow.”
Weiss leaned back with her, hoping her companionship would be of some use when her words were not. A few students were glancing at them in mild curiosity, but after they sat together in the cafeteria, it was a lot less shocking.
“And we gotta study today,” Yang went on eventually. “Teach made a big deal about me actually trying on my math homework, though he sounded sarcastic. So maybe… it’s not a total waste of time.”
“That’s great!” she burst out immediately, shaking Yang’s bicep just enough to make her smile very slightly. “See? I was right; you’re just lazy.”
Fire flashed in Yang’s eyes as she grinned. “Let me take you to the depot tonight and I’ll show you just how lazy I-”
“Hey, guys!”
The Dragon fell silent as Ruby came to a stop in front of the pair of them. This time, her hood was down, and Weiss could she had shortish brown hair, even shorter than that of her carrot-headed friend.
“Hey, Fuzzy Duck,” Yang murmured sullenly.
“You guys look like you’re… getting along again,” she remarked with a wide smile. Weiss could tell she was nervous behind the chipper facade, but commenting on it would only make it worse for her. “Glad to hear it! I was kinda worried that it wouldn’t go so-”
“What do you want?”
“Yang!” Weiss whispered, slapping her bicep gently. “She’s your sister!”
“Uh-huh.”
Fidgeting, Ruby went on, “So, um… I guess… that’s all! Have a great day, guys!” Then she sped off before Weiss could get out a single syllable.
“What a pest,” Yang sighed - before Weiss swatted her again. “Hey! You want Oobleck giving us the business again?”
“That sweet girl just wanted to check on you and see how you’re doing, and all you had to say was ‘fuzzy duck’? Whatever that means!”
Rolling her eyes, she said, “It’s a girl with short hair. Get it? Chick with fuzzy feathers instead of amber waves like mine?”
“Oh…”
“And don’t worry about how me and Rubes get along. I just…” Her fingers rose up to comb through her hair as she started walking. Weiss felt irritated at being expected to just follow in step, but talking to Yang was more important than that sticking point. “Lot of bad memories. Dad ditching us, Summer dying. And she won’t come by because Raven scares her. Like… I can’t blame her, but I kinda can. Y’know?”
Weiss chewed the inside of her lip for a moment. “I see. Well… do you go to visit her?”
“Hah!” she burst out. “I don’t get along with Uncle Qrow. He has old Hunstman ties; doesn’t really abide my being a Dragon, both because he’s ex-gang and because his ex-gang isn’t the one I’m in.”
“Is Raven ex-gang, too?”
Yang’s head whipped around quickly to gape at her. Then she snorted. “Maybe you really are the smartest girl in school, Schnee.”
“As if there was any doubt,” she sighed, examining her fingernails with a smirk playing around the corner of her mouth.
“Damn. You make me wanna do things to you that would get us suspended.”
Nearly tripping over her own feet, Weiss recovered quickly and leaned against Yang for just a second. It was a second too long; she knew at least a few students had seen, had noticed. Maybe they would never understand what it meant, but it still shot her pulse into the stratosphere.
“Careful, Princess.”
“Thank you,” she whispered with a small smile.
“Hey, why is that creepy kid staring at us?”
Weiss’s eyes shot up, but she couldn’t see anyone watching them. Apparently, they were looking away just in time, and she had been wrong about their moment of closeness going entirely ignored. “Who do you mean?” she whispered.
“Gone already. Guess we’re just that entertaining.” Yang had already stepped a little to the side, putting a more normal amount of distance between their bodies. “Um… so I was thinking…”
“Yes?”
“You wanna study a little at lunch? Make it easier to find time, since I have other stuff going on after school. I mean, I’ll miss sitting with the girls, but it’s fine once in awhile.”
Feigning shock, she laughed, “Who is this? What have you done with Yang Xiao Long? Is this ‘Invasion of the Body Snatchers’?!”
“Wow, leave me alone, you germ! What did I do to deserve this?”
“So much. Do you want me to make a list?”
“Nope,” Yang chortled as they made their way down the hall, sounding happy as a clam. The feeling was mutual.
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