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White Noise
By : RWBYRemnants
Category: +M through R > RWBY
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Chapter List
- 8
- 9
- 10
CHAPTER WARNINGS: Grinding, foot play, exploring, cock worship.

=Chapter 9
Once they had regained the familiar surroundings of the bus and were making their way through local streets toward the highway - Interstate 55 South, as he had confirmed for them - Weiss felt more like she could relax. Of course, Yang was still on cloud nine from the restaurant, and reconnecting with Blake. But she couldn't keep herself from remarking on that situation.
"So," she said as she deposited her boots in her room. "You and Blake seemed to pick up right where you left off."
Sitting herself down to unzip her own, Yang could only sigh contentedly. It was true; she was far happier with her former friend now a current friend, and for having been able to unload all her inner thoughts to someone other than her client or her sister.
"Yeah." She grinned, kicking the boots off under the table. "I'm just so glad to have her back in my life, y’know?"
"I'm sure you are." Sitting primly in a seat somewhat close to her bodyguard, she crossed her legs and bobbed her calf up and down anxiously. Hopefully, the anxiety was baseless, but she had to make sure – and could tease her along the way. "You seemed a lot more comfortable hugging her than you did with whatever we were doing under the table."
At last, Yang was beginning to click on to what she was saying. With a quick glance toward the driver's cabin, solely to make sure the door for it was closed, she looked back over with a slight blush emerging. "Well, uh… yeah. Hugging a friend isn’t exactly grabbing her and running off to the bathroom for a quickie."
"You sure that's all it was? Hugging an old friend?" Weiss's glance looked casual, but clearly she was sizing Yang up – trying to tell how she was reacting. Seeing the blush in her cheeks at mentioning her teasing in the restaurant discouraged her from being more mean than was necessary.
"Why, someone getting jealous?" Even though she began to smirk when she looked back to the diva again, she saw that her expression was unchanged. She wasn't impressed. At all. Yang felt her confidence draining away once again as she hunched her shoulders. "C’mon, Weiss, we haven't seen each other for four whole years. Of course I was happy to see her again!"
"Well, you didn't have to hug her for so long." Even Weiss heard the petulance in her own voice that time; tossing her head, she sighed and said, "I'm glad you got back in contact. But it did make me wonder why you started the 'teasing war' right in front of her if you didn't want to keep it going."
"Y'really wanna know why I gave up so easy?" she asked, yet again double-checking the driver's door. Of course it wouldn't open within the space of a few seconds while they were barrelling down the interstate, but even so, this was now more than press coverage that was on the line. If the driver caught them discussing such things, there was nothing stopping him relaying it to Weiss's father – Yang's boss’s boss.
Once assured of their safety, she looked over again, an obvious redness to her cheeks. "Because I knew if I didn’t cut you off somehow, I wasn’t gonna be able to stand up to leave…"
That was the second time she had glanced toward the door to the driver's area. Lowering her voice, Weiss leaned in and said in a perfectly even tone, "You know, he can't walk right back here while he's driving the damn bus. But… we can lock the door if it'll make you more comfortable. I totally understand."
Yang laughed lightly at that comment. "It's not so much me mentioning it that's the problem, it's if he suspects we're fucking. Which, I know we're not, but locking the door isn't exactly gonna deflect a rumour, y'know?"
"That is true…" Her smile was lopsided, shy. Uncertain. "Do I really wake… him up that easily? I was just reacting to you grabbing my rear end, not trying to… to create a problem for you or anything."
Gradually, that confidence was beginning to come back. Even if she was obviously blushing. Pushing her chair up closer toward Weiss, she casually leaned in, resting her elbow on the table, head on her hand.
"I think you know how easy you wake him up, considering it only took what, two minutes of you on my lap?"
Pursing her lips, she turned a bit more toward Yang as she crossed her arms over her chest. An idea was coming to mind; a stupid one, but it was worth a shot. It would hurt so little if she turned out to be mistaken. "Really? It takes that little, does it?"
Then she raised the leg that was already crossed over the other until her toes were lightly brushing Yang's outer thigh. First steps; testing the waters.
Beginning to blush once more, Yang stared downward in mild shock at this developement. Said area of her leg was exposed, thanks to the shorts, so she felt the smoothness of her skin easily. Why was this feeling so good already? With a foot, of all things! Yang’s hands clasped the sides of the chair, as if bracing herself for what was to happen.
"Well… it depends who I'm with, too."
Seeing that it was actually working, Weiss smirked even more. "It being me makes that much difference?"
Slowly, her ankle raised over that thigh so her toes could tease the opposite one – on its inside. That easily, the first signs were showing; Yang's breath was starting to become shaky as she looked on, trying not to overreact. Unconsciously, she found her legs were also beginning to part, giving her more of an advantage, should she want to seize it.
As she felt the heat beginning to gather below, she swallowed, muttering under her breath, "It definitely does."
"This isn't as bad, though, is it?" Weiss asked as she continued to pet along the firm muscle, feeling soft, creamy flesh give so easily under her touch. "I mean, it's just my foot; nothing important."
But sure enough, as time progressed, it was starting to become more and more visible. And as one particular stroke upward went that bit further than the rest, Yang found herself beginning to shuffle her hips side to side. Although she was trying to make it less noticeable, it was having the opposite effect.
At long last, given that Weiss kept glancing at where she was petting to make sure she didn't accidentally scratch Yang or anything, she noticed the growing condition and raised an eyebrow at her. "Or… do you have a thing?"
“N-no, come on,” she laughed nervously, trying to play it cool. “Not me.”
“Somebody says otherwise,” Weiss purred, poking it very gently with her big toe. “Look how huge it’s getting.”
Tensing her grip in the chair, and curling her own toes against the rug, Yang was clearly trying to hold out for longer. But her temptress was simply too naturally adept! So much for taking this steady and playing safe. All she wanted to do was return the favour, take Weiss to the bedroom and show her what it was like to be teased… but that had to come on her own terms. Yang was playing it safe, allowing Weiss to call the shots on how far to go. After all, she was the virgin.
But that didn't mean she couldn't try and tempt her back. Perhaps one confession could start it. "This is only… semi…"
"Semi what?" Then she caught on, and her eyes went back to the shorts. "That's y-you at only, um… 'half-mast'?! Wow. I am impressed." Her cheeks pinkened slightly, even if they were nowhere near as red as Yang's. Then she licked her lips and pushed her foot over until it was just barely half an inch from the "semi" itself. "So… can I?"
This was the stage they were at last time: Weiss exploring. Sure, it was with her foot this time, but it was still the time when Yang managed to screw everything up by making assumptions. Not this time.
Parting her legs that bit further, she gave a small nod, half-closing her eyes and awaiting her fate.
So Weiss did something she had never expected to do in her life, whether it be for a man or for a special type of woman: pressed her sole gently against a budding erection. Even though it wasn't with her hand, which would have been a much better judge of sensation but also a lot more forward of her, she could still feel how rigid it was, appreciate the cylindrical shape of the shaft. Her toes curled gently against the tip, and though she couldn't feel any fine details she could at least figure out where it ended. Her heel pushed into the buoyant sack very slightly, but she made sure not to grind any harder; allegedly, it was highly sensitive and should not be injured.
The sound that followed was one Weiss had heard most clearly when she was last sat on Yang's lap, grinding against the erection without her knowledge: a low, ill-restrained moan. And this was just Weiss's foot grinding against her! By instinct, she found her hips beginning to move forward, grinding the foot against her ever-growing sex as it became even firmer. Already, she was able to feel herself getting close to full strength. It really wouldn't be long at all.
Weiss found herself gulping when she could literally feel the cock hardening, and could feel Yang thrusting against her. It was turning her on. Having her damn foot dry-humped was actually pushing her buttons, crazy as that was!
"You like that?" she breathed nervously. "Well… there's more where that came from." Then, hoping she wasn't making a mistake, she lifted her other leg and trapped Yang's near-hard anatomy between both feet, pressing in just enough to give her something to thrust against.
"Holy shit…" Yang managed to mutter. Once more came the moaning as more pressure was added, and Yang had to firmly plant her feet on the ground to begin to thrust back against the soft-yet-firm resistence. She didn't just like it. Against all odds, even though it was such an unexpected part of Weiss’s body, she loved it.
But such a love was only going to test their limits further. Even if it would be unintentional. She felt Weiss's toes curl on occasion with each thrust, and one such time, they managed to hook the top of her waistband. And alongside that, the pressure was moving the garment of her underwear against her. Finally, on one thrust when Weiss's toes pushed the band down that little bit, Yang's eyes suddenly snapped open wide when she felt something slip.
The very tip of 'him' had gotten loose.
Weiss noticed right around the time Yang did; she had been concentrating on the area so intently that she instantly noticed a small, reddish head peeking over the edge of the black waistband. They had both stopped their movements as it dawned on them what this meant: not everything was theoretical, or concealed, anymore.
"O-oh," Weiss finally breathed. "Well… there 'he' is."
Yang's hands left the sides of the chair, and went straight to cover her face instead. Along with the obvious arousal, she could only feel embarrassment. "I'm so sorry," she muttered, shuffling her hips again in some attempt to try and move her shorts back up.
"No, no," she breathed, touching the very tip with the same big toe she had poked her with before. "You're fine – it's… it's f-fine." Though she heard the nerves in her own voice, so she cleared her throat as she caressed down its entire length, most of it through the fabric. "Well… that is, I have been curious about seeing more…"
Although she didn't show her face, there was a quiet squeak when she felt her touching the head. Her own toes simply curled into the ground, somehow trying to blot out all the sensations that were all coming at once.
"N-no fair…"
Paying attention to every last involuntary reaction, Weiss finally lowered her feet and scooted forward until she was sitting right between Yang's knees, close but not too close. Her hands fell to laying gently on the tops of her bodyguard's thighs.
"Yang… are you sure you're okay with this? Because you're obviously turned on, but you also seem like you wanna throw up."
Finally, Yang was able to slow her breathing down, calming herself to a point when she could think. After all, that was extremely difficult when she had two teasing tootsies in her lap! When she was finally calm, she was able to uncover her face again, slowly looking up to the blue eyes that were gauging her reaction.
"I know… God, I'm sorry," she began, allowing one of her hands to fall on top of Weiss's, where she held it gently. "It's… been awhile for me. A-and it might seem weird, but you're the first woman I've done anything like this with while being… while being Yang."
"Oh… oh, that's right, you… didn't you say you've had a boyfriend before? Not before Blake, just before now." She was starting to ramble; into that, it was getting harder and harder for her to keep her eyes from drifting down to that tantalising little head. Even though she had never come into contact with one before, somehow it still called out to her. Made her want to test things.
"Yeah… a couple of flings here and there. Nothing major league." Just as it was becoming difficult for Yang to think, as well. Weiss was so close to her, and had been teasing so much. All she could think about was returning the favour. At least showing her something.
"Hey, Weiss?" she asked, finally gathering the bravery to ask. "What about you? You're making me feel this good… don't you want me to, I dunno… clear your pipes, too?"
"NO!"
That single word fell like a lead weight in the middle of the room. After she heard how firm it sounded, how loud and unyielding, Weiss cleared her throat and scooted forward, sliding the hand that wasn't under Yang's a little bit further up.
"Wh-what I mean is… I wasn't through with you yet. Wasn't through getting to know you."
"O-Oh." Although the idea of letting Weiss have her way was appealing, Yang couldn't help but feel sorry for Weiss. She really was nervous about all this, or still questioning. But either way, she was to keep to her unspoken rule, allowing Weiss to take charge. And with that in mind, she sat back fully in the chair. "You’re the boss, I guess. Just be gentle."
Almost as if she were in a dream, the pop star felt herself falling to her knees in front of Yang where she sat in the chair; it wasn't something she had ever expected. Even in her wildest, half-afraid daydreams that she had allowed herself to imagine - most of them involving Neptune, though she would never admit that - she had only pictured kissing, or lying next to someone on a bed. Not kneeling in front of someone with their most intimate anatomy inches from her face…
The thick, hot erection was just on the other side of Yang's black shorts, and the head of it was visible. She desired to touch, to tease, but she had gone for the goal too fast before; Yang had done the same a moment later. Both of them went too fast, and they regretted it. Now, she was determined to take things slow. Therefore, she simply gazed up at Yang from her new position below her, panting anxiously.
‘No way…’ It was all Yang could think to herself as Weiss positioned herself so closely. She knew exactly what was probably going to happen, considering the fact that Weiss's lips and the small escaping head were right on the same level.
Everything was moving so fast, and yet… it felt right. Crazy, but right. To gesture her approval, she nodded, half-closing her eyes as she watched each movement.
By the time Weiss leaned in, she was trembling, but she forced herself to keep going. There was no turning back now. Her lips pushed into the thickness through the shorts first; it was safer, easier. Yet even that made her feel like she was committing the highest form of sin. Her heart beat faster, everything between her hips was tingling- but she couldn't think about that. All she could think about was the warmth pressing up against her mouth, then up against the side of her face when she turned her head just slightly enough that her nose was to one side. Why did she like this? Why did she love the feeling of Yang's cock up against her face?
Right away, the bruiser’s violet eyes shot wide open again. Her petite client had her ways of surprising her, endlessly doing more to push herself beyond what Yang thought possible. Even if it was just a kiss, just resting her cheeks against fabric, it spoke volumes. A couple of days ago, she would have done no such thing.
"Mmm," Weiss heard herself moan against the presence, pushing her face from side to side slightly. Feeling it move. Even though she was still privately reeling at the fact that Yang actually had this in her pants, she was definitely less hesitant to come into contact with it now.
Which she showed a second later, when she slowly leaned up, kissing up its length until she was at the waistband. Then, steeling herself to weather the storm no matter how good or bad it turned out to be, she pressed her lips directly against the exposed pink head of the cock.
And Yang could only find her eyes completely falling shut. Unable to help herself, she quivered again the instant Weiss's lips touched the head. Even if it was for the briefest time, it was more than enough to coax another moan from her. One hand came to pet the top of Weiss's hair instead, softly stroking it as she made her movements on her.
The diva's body seized when she felt the hand on her head, but once it began to pet her she relaxed into it, closing her eyes for a moment. Why did that feel so good? No one really did that for her so it wasn't a sensation she was used to or anything.
Then she leaned in and kissed the head again. So salty and soft - and there was a strong aroma rising from the pliant surface that pleased her, even if she didn't quite understand why. A lot was confusing her today.
"Weiss…" she breathed ever so quietly, continuing to softly pet her hair as she kept kissing the most sensitive part of her sex. Was Weiss aware that was what it was as she kissed? It seemed like it from the attention she was giving.
Her spare hand went to her waistband. Although she made no effort to tug her shorts down just yet, she did toy with the idea. But would it make Weiss run a mile if she did?
When she pulled back from the kiss and saw Yang's hand on her waistband, she knew what she was thinking – and was thinking the same thing herself. Maybe she had run long enough. Hooking her own fingers on the other side, they began to slide them down together.
And then there it was. The majority of the shaft had freed itself from her underwear, which was now only covering the sensitive sack and the base. The thrusting against the feet had certainly brought it to its full length, along with all the kissing and teasing. Just as Weiss saw in their brief encounter, it was of a good size – average, she expected, since it didn’t seem particularly large or small. And it was aesthetically pleasing enough, as those things went. There was little wonder she didn't want to change her body if it was this beautiful.
All the while, the blush never moved from Yang’s face, nor did she open her eyes. There was a slight shame on her features, on herself for letting Weiss see her in this way. Would she decide she hated it? That she was a monstrosity, after all?
Weiss's fingers landed on its surface, testing the sensation and delighting in being able to do something like this with little-to-no judgement for her actions. It was so huge, so firm and strange! It wasn't as if she'd never seen one before, but the instances had usually been in a textbook, or her one annoying cousin who flashed her when they were small, just to see what she would do. This was her first in-person contact with an erect, adult phallus, and she was fascinated.
But when she looked up to ask Yang if she could do more, she saw the expression. The embarrassment, the self-awareness that she wasn't quite "normal" - and that she was exposed in front of someone she liked. A tiny pinprick of panic exploded in her chest, but she forced that down. She might not know how to handle a lot of things, but this was something for which she instinctively had a plan.
"It's so pretty," she breathed directly onto the skin of the cock, kissing the underside of the shaft this time.
This time, Yang tried to bite her lip in order to suppress the moan that came forth from her. Weiss had now kissed the shaft itself and the head. She somehow could guess where this was going, that Weiss was going to push her limits, kiss more of it. Maybe even take it into her mouth…
That was a sensation she couldn't even remember feeling. The only person in her dating history who had ever let their mouth be in contact with that part of her anatomy was Blake, and that was far before their break up. She barely knew what to even do in the situation, other than try and calm herself down. Which she did, slowly letting her legs ease apart further to give more access, forcing air into her lungs and letting it out gradually enough so that her extremities tingled.
The encouragement - bodily, if not with words - did surprise the anxious pop star quite a bit. Yang really seemed to like it when she touched it, and the kisses even more. She'd heard of a couple of things that a girl could do for a guy in this position… and even though Yang wasn't a guy, those were her best frame of reference. But what if they weren't true?
Only one way to find out. Very slowly, her fingers began to drift up and down the sides of the entire length, not pressing in terribly hard but testing the sensation for both of them.
Finally allowing her eyes to flutter open again was a mistake. Now she could see everything that was happening firsthand: Weiss's hand steadily moving up and down her length, the ripples of pleasure flowing through her body as she did so, and her gorgeous face a mere inch away. How did she figure this out so quickly?
"Hmmhh…" she moaned out through her nostrils, watching each and every movement Weiss made. She really was enjoying this more than she wanted to admit.
"That's… good?" she whispered softly as she began to make surer movements, feeling how hot the flesh was, how it seemed to grow yet more heated and rigid with her stroking. "Are… you sure? I've never done this before - well, obviously I haven't, I've never had a boyfriend. N-not that you're a boy! I didn't mean it like that!"
Yang grimaced. It was hard to think rationally with a hand around her cock, even if it wasn't pumping hard. But yet again came the comments to do with boys – exactly what she was scared to hear. Bringing a hand on top of hers to stop her pumping any further for a second, she fixed her with a level gaze.
"J-just, uh, please… don't compare me to boys. Okay?"
Before, Weiss had only winced when she heard her own words. Now she looked frightened, chagrined. Horrified. "I… I didn't mean… I was only talking about where I might have seen one before, or touched, and the only place I could have was…" Gulping, she kissed the back of Yang's hand, and hard. "I'm sorry. Yang, I- I really am."
Now she had regained her breath, she allowed herself to smile again, letting her thumb gently brush the top of Weiss's hand. "It's okay… not that big a deal. You’re doing fine." And then she leaned back again, pushing herself up against Weiss's hand. "But if you want more advice… it’s not gonna break. You can get a little… rougher. Add some pressure."
"More…" After thinking about that for an instant, letting her fear of having made a mistake fade a little at a time, she wrapped all of her fingers around it more tightly - as if she were grasping a microphone. "Like this?" Her hand dragged up and down it once, experimenting.
And instantly Yang was unwinding again, head lolling back. "Muuuuuch better…" She couldn't help it. By instinct, she found her hips pushing forwards into the hand, trying to push more of herself into Weiss's hand, seeking more friction. Biting her lip once again, she let out yet another satisfied moan upon feeling Weiss's hand pumping the shaft.
Both of Weiss's blue eyes went round as dinner plates at the sight before her; Yang was literally thrusting into her hand as if it were a bodily orifice to be entered! Was this what it would be like if they…
No, that thought couldn't be contemplated. Too far, too soon. Instead, she simply concentrated on stroking her new lover, finding a rhythm in which her hand could move so that it didn't feel awkward to either of them. It was two parts letting Yang do as she wished, and one part moving her hand very slightly in the opposite direction the cock was moving at that moment. Not exactly rocket science, but there was an art to their cooperation.
Once they got their rhythm, the rest fell into place easily. They found their harmony that was making Yang's pleasure build more and more, forcing out more moans from her mouth. When one particular thrust had her moan out a little too loudly, she had to quickly bring her hand back up to cover her mouth, taking a quick gaze over at the door to check once again. It didn't budge.
And after a few minutes of this movement, she had to fight the urge to close her legs back in, feeling the knotting in her stomach. "I-I…" She was trying to mutter, but it was too much. All of it was too much – and way too soon. Was she really about to burst?
The hand trailing up and down the inside of Yang's thigh halted, even if the other kept up its continual stroking. "Yeah, baby?" Weiss breathed, testing the sound of that term on her tongue. It seemed to fit the situation, even if it didn't sound entirely natural coming out of her mouth. "You okay? You like me doing this for you?"
"I'm… shit, I'm gonna….!"
But her words arrived too late. Only a few seconds later, Yang found herself bringing her legs back in, her body shuddering as she gasped rather loudly, arcing her back in pure pleasure. She’d never felt that good in her life.
Then came the more shameful aspect of her anatomy. In Weiss's hand, her length began to throb harshly, and the end expelled a hefty amount of sticky white seed – some of which landed back into Yang's stomach, some landing on Weiss's hand. A small amount fired upward so hard it landed on Weiss's cheek. An unfortunate consequence of Yang being unable to tell her in time.
"A-AH!" Weiss's head snapped back in complete and total surprise, but she managed to maintain her grip as Yang finished. Even though yes, she technically knew that this was the eventual result for pleasuring someone with such an organ, it wasn't a result she had personal experience with. And to have it shoot up at her face that way! Part of her was turned on by having seen it happen, but mostly, she was quite weirded out by this whole ordeal.
"Oh my GOD…" Coming down from her orgasm at last, Yang finally noticed where some of the seed hit, and knew it had hit Weiss in the face by her reaction.
“Oh no!” First thing was first, she grabbed a tissue from the nearby box, wiping off the top of her head before she could tuck it back into her underwear and her shorts, and then grabbed a couple more. One for her, one for Weiss. "I am so sorry!” she told her shyly, leaning forward to try and see where exactly it landed.
"No, it's… no. You're fine. That was… just what happens when you…" She wasn't moving, and was trembling like a leaf. "When you do what we just did. Um… out of curiosity, what exactly did we just do?"
"We… um…" Moving Weiss's hair out of the way so she could get to her cheek properly, she gently wiped away the white fluid with great care. She then moved on to the small amount that had landed on her hand. "You… got me off."
"I did?" Then a nervous smile started spreading across her face. "I did. Hey, that's a good thing, right? I got you off on the first try!"
"Shhh!" With the unused hand, she covered Weiss's mouth, yet again gazing toward the door. Even though the obvious red in her cheeks would give anything away easily, and her giddy smile that went along with it. "Yeah… you definitely choked my chicken, alright. That was… wow."
"And you… you got on my face," she added softly, brushing a hand over the spot where the blonde's essence had graced her moments ago. The hand trembled, as did her bottom lip. "Is it really horrible of me to say that… I didn't mind? Because I feel like that means I'm some kind of kinky freak, but seriously, it wasn't bad or gross at all, and… and I…"
"It's not that weird." Grasping one more tissue, she wiped away the last bit of seed from her stomach, soon tossing all three into the small bin by the door. Then as she tucked herself away again, she whispered, "But you… what?"
"It was kinda hot!" After blurting out the truth, she buried her face in her hands and fell onto her side, blushing furiously. "Don't look at me!"
It wasn't at all the response she expected. Since her transition, she was used to people cringing at the thought, or even looking away while it happened. This was the first time anyone actually described what happened as appealing. "Really? Hot?!"
"Yes," Weiss sighed, still hiding her face. "And I'm still kind of offended that it happened, because it seems so… degrading, in a way. But thinking about the proof of you getting off being right there on my face… I don't know! It's weird, right? Really weird - I'm certifiably bonkers!"
"It's actually… flattering." Now Yang was looking away, trying to hide the obvious shame in her face. Someone like her, a girl with a penis, surely shouldn't find this such a good thing to hear. "You wanna hear something weird?" she asked, managing to just look back. "You're actually the first person to do that since Blake…"
That prompted Weiss to look up from her position on the floor – and she saw Yang averting her eyes. "Really? Oh… I guess when you were dating guys, they wouldn't want to do that, huh?" Then she sat up slightly, legs still out to one side. "Did, um… okay, again I'm really sorry about terminology and such. But did they, like, actually get your dick off? Or did they just get off themselves and leave you high and dry?"
Yang tucked the few stray strands of hair behind her ear, then began scratching the back of her head nervously. "Sometimes I would go to town on myself. Y'know, while we were screwing… but on the times I didn't, they'd leave me to finish myself. Which is kinda rude, I know. Some guys are just jerks."
"Probably made them feel gay," Weiss sighed in disgust at the thought of them. "Which isn't really fair, since it's just… you know, a thing. Which is not who you are. And how dare they finish and not help you finish, that's just too unfair!"
Yang could only roll her eyes, smiling at how cute Weiss’s indignation was. "Life's unfair sometimes. That's why I try not to be the unfair one. Speaking of which…"
Getting out of her chair, Yang sat herself down by Weiss's side. Making sure to look into the orbs of blue, she rested one of her hands on top of Weiss's thigh, slowly running it up and down. Maybe she wasn't ready for anything direct, but she could at least try little things to test her feeling.
"Oh," Weiss breathed nervously as Yang began petting her. "It's… you said 'unfair', and now - OH." Her face was as red as it had been when she admitted she didn't hate the feeling of Yang's juices on her face. "W-well, if- well."
"You can tell me to stop, at any time," she reassured, continuing the gradual movements up and down her thigh, letting her other hand rest on the opposite one to mirror the motions. She never once shifted her gaze. "And I won't go any further until you give me the green light. All you, boss."
However, though this reassurance didn't scare her off, it did seem to make her blush worse. The tingling that had started during her servicing of Yang's flesh redoubled, and she slowly clenched her thighs together, even though she didn't stop Yang from caressing her skin.
Gradually, Yang's hands were drifting to her inner thighs instead, brushing back and forth over the soft flesh. She hoped it would get her used to what was to come, that she would be curious to what more would feel like. To test it even more, one particular stroke was starting to push her skirt upward a little.
"Is this okay?" she whispered.
Licking her lips, Weiss glanced down at Yang's hands briefly, then shut her eyes again. She was shaking so badly, but she knew she didn't hate the feeling of Yang teasing her. In fact, it was fantastic! But it also frightened her, even if she wasn't frightened of Yang specifically.
"I… I think…"
With that slight encouragement, Yang brushed her hand even further up, gently pushing her skirt upward even more to stroke the top of her inner thighs. She didn't turn her eyes that way yet, assuming it would only scare Weiss if she did. But she never stopped. If anything, she wanted to add more.
"Do you want to kiss me?" she asked, thinking it would help ease her nerves.
"I think I… I really need…" Swallowing, she took a few quick, shallow breaths before squeezing her eyes shut and squeaking, "I th-think I need to use the restroom!"
Then poor, inexperienced Weiss Schnee was up and tearing through the bus, slamming the door to the lavatory closed behind her.
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