The obvious answer

"... yes," comes your whispered answer, sending goosebumps across your skin.

Ruby smiles into your chest and hums happily.

"I'm glad. But... aren't you with Yang?"

Her question makes you stiffen, and not in the sexy way either. You doubted Ruby would have a temper like her sister, but you wanted to be careful of your answer nonetheless.

"Yang and I are... sort of in an open relationship, cuz she and Blake are a thing too."

"Huh, that's kinda weird," Ruby admits perplexed. "I always thought when a boy and a girl like each other, then they stay with just each other. At least, that's what dad told me."

"Love is a bit more complicated than that," you go on to explain. "Some people aren't happy with just one person, some people don't want commitment, and some people don't even like the opposite sex. It's not something you can **** into one category."

"What do you mean?" she asks further, silver eyes looking up at you.

"How can I explain this..." you begin, rubbing the back of your head. "People just want to be happy, so if they're in a boy-girl relationship and they're unhappy, then they leave. Sometimes a boy is happy with another boy, and sometimes a girl is happy with another girl. It's all about what makes you happy in life."

"So... are you and Yang not happy together if she's with Blake?"

"She's happy with both of us," you clarify. "But Yang doesn't want to commit to one person if she loves more than one person, ya know? She wants to be with them both."

"That makes sense I guess..." Ruby agrees. "As long as everyone is happy, right?"

"Mhm. Pretty much."

"... and Blake is happy too right? Does that mean she's with you and Yang?"

Her line of questioning was getting very direct. Did she have some kind of ulterior motive or was this still just naive curiosity? Maybe Ruby Rose was more inquisitive than you thought. Despite the steady hammering in your heart, you opt for honesty as your policy for the time being.

"Yes, Blake is very happy," you admit. "With both of us."

"Hmm..."

Ruby's reply did nothing to quell your growing anxiety, but at least she wasn't jumping to conclusions.

"And... what about Weiss? She's been smiling alot more lately, and she keeps stealing glances at you whenever we're all together."

"Has she?" you ask, feigning innocence.

"Mhm. She's my bestie so I know when something changes. She isn't as mean as she used to be either, even with other people. Did you make her happy?"

"You're being very direct today Rubes."

"I just care alot about my friends and family, ya know?" she says with a shrug and a smile. "I don't want any of them to get hurt by anyone. Besides... I want to be happy too."

There it is. The confession you were looking for.

"I keep thinking about prom night," she continues bashfully, poking her fingers together. "And every time I do, I get this warm, fuzzy feeling inside. My heart beats really fast and my knees feel weak. I think about you and how you called me beautiful, and I just start smiling a lot. I've... never felt anything like it before. Am I weird?"

"Does it feel weird?" you ask.

"Kinda...?" she answers, unsure of herself. "I mean... it seems like fairy tale love, ya know? Like something out of one of those books from when I was a kid. It happened really quick too. I thought about asking Yang but then figured she'd tease me over it. Oh who am I kidding... she's just gonna tease me about this training session anyway when I get back."

"I mean, you are adorable when you're embarrassed," you admit with a cheeky grin.

"Shut up!" she squeaks, smacking you on the chest.

A silence falls over the two of you, with Ruby refusing to meet your gaze. As much as you loved making the young rose flustered, you didn't want to overdo your teasing and sour the idea of romance for her. You hug her close in comfort, cradling her lovingly to your chest while a hand idly strokes her hair, her sweet scent filling your nostrils. An appreciative murmur rumbles from within and she nuzzles closer into you, enjoying the warmth you had to offer while her finger draws aimless circles in your chest.

"I really... really like you," she confesses quietly. "I know I can't have you all to myself, but if it's with my friends, I'm ok with that."

She leans up to look at you, her silver eyes filled with affection that made your stomach do somersaults. Her blush remained in full ****, but the nerves in her voice were gone completely.

"Just... don't forget to love me too, ya know?"

Not a chance. You could never forget Ruby, and in that same moment you resolved that she would never forget you either. Bringing a hand to her cheek, you gently cup her with your palm and look deeply into her eyes. They flutter beautifully under your gaze as she gives herself over to the sensations rushing through her body. Index finger guiding her by the chin, you lean forward with her, meeting her soft, pink lips with yours for the first time.

Sparks shoot down your spine with electrifying pleasure, a rush of energy filling your entire being as you share with Ruby her first kiss, a true and genuine kiss. You shiver with delight, a feeling she reciprocates as goosebumps swarm across your skin. She pokes and prods at your lips in exploration, her clear inexperience in the subject forgotten as you meet her peck for peck, easing her into the art of making out. Fortunately she proves to be a quick study, and it's not your tongue but hers that emerges first to play. You meet her in the middle as you deepen the kiss, and she moans with pleasure as the two fleshy appendages twist and swirl against each other. She was so sweet on your lips, the faint aroma and succulence of strawberries filling your senses. You wanted more, and if the looping of her arms around your neck was any indication, so did she.

On instinct, your hands drop to her pert rear through the frilly fabrics of her skirt, gripping and kneading the pliant flesh with a strong, deliberate rhythm. She responds by shifting to straddle you, planting herself center on your pelvis directly against your aching manhood. In time with your squeezing hands, she makes imperceptible grinds against you with her hips, lighting fire in your veins.

"I feel really hot," she breathes against your lips. "This feels so good...!"

"Ruby...!" you gasp out as she grinds harder against you. "Are you... sure about... all this?"

She bites down on her lip as she breaks the kiss, hips twitching against you as your clothed erection juts right up against her panty-clad womanhood. A silent debate rages in her mind as instinct and reason clash against each other. On the one hand she knew exactly what her body was telling her to do, but on the other she had lectures from Yang and even her Uncle echoing out in her head that her first time should be special, that it shouldn't be wasted on what could end up just being a tryst, though in the case of the latter it was during one of his drunken rambles to her great mortification one night just after her fifteenth birthday, so she wondered if that should even count. Regardless, she needed to make a decision.

"Not all the way I don't think. Not yet," she finally admits, reason winning over. "But... you can take it out...?"

That was more than you could ask for given this slower burn you've been cultivating. Almost too eagerly, you pause your groping to reach beneath her pooling skirt to undo your belt. Bashfully Ruby shifts to help you by lifting her skirt just enough for you to see what you were doing, as well as giving you a flash of white cotton panties with pink roses growing dark with arousal through sheer, black pantyhose. Shifting just enough to slide your pants and underwear down from your waist, your erection springs forth excitedly and makes contact with her for the first time.

She squeaks as it bounces against her crotch, making her drop her skirt and hips in surprise and shielding this lewd experience from view. A shudder runs through your body as the silky feel of her pantyhose envelopes your shaft in a heavenly, erotic embrace beneath her modest weight.

"You feel... so big, hard, and strong against me," she groans with wide eyes, her hips resuming their grinding at a slow, measured pace. "Can you feel me too?"

"Oh Gods yes, Ruby," you say with a shiver.

"Tell me," she implores. "Tell me what it feels like. I want to know."

"I can feel you through your clothes," you gasp. "Hot and wet. Sexy."

She giggles at your compliment and speeds up her humping a bit more.

"You really think I'm sexy?"

"So sexy," you repeat, your hands back on her butt, making her squeak with pleasure.

"That makes me happy. Faster Michael. Let's go faster!" she pleads before pressing her lips against yours in a voracious kiss.

You happily obliged, matching her rhythm with your own and guiding her by the rear with steady hands. Back and forth she dragged the length of her pussy along your shaft with her dry humping, the inner lining of her skirt brushing over your head with every pass, soaking up the copious amounts of precum leaking from you and sending wild sensations through your cock. With each passing second the pace quickened, and a familiar boiling in your balls begins to take hold. You doubted you could last much longer, but Ruby was right there along with you. Her hips spasmed in your grip as she begins cresting over the edge.

"Michael... Michael!" she moans lewdly against your lips. "Something's coming... I'm... I'm gonna...!"

"Me too!" you gasp.

Sealing her mouth against yours, she presses herself firmly down upon you as a long, drawn out squeal of ecstasy floods out of her. A rush of feminine juices soaks through her panties and hose as she shakes and shudders sporadically in your arms, smothering you with liquid love and slickening your pistoning shaft, the myriad of sensations pushing you over the edge. It was your turn to lose it as the first, tremendous wave of spunk pumps up and through your bloating cockhead into her skirt, soiling her clothes from within with sinful ecstasy. The second arrives on the back stroke and plants itself center against the face of her panties upon twitching pussy lips, your cock pressing insistently against her in a vain attempt at penetration, and the third rockets forth to join the first in a spunky mess.

Struck with inspiration, Ruby's hands drop down to her lap to jack you off with her skirt, encouraging your ruining of her favorite outfit as you shake and shudder in her grip.

"Am... a-am I d-doing this r-right?" she stutters mid orgasm.

"Holy shit, Rubes!" you gasp, wrapping your arms tightly around her and doubling over from overloading nerves while she milks you to completion. "Faster! Harder!"

She pumps you furiously with as much room as was allowed given your close proximity, moaning, squealing and cooing into your ear whilst making an obscene mess of her clothes. This only serves to redouble your throbbing as a fresh volley of semen blasts from you, your balls working overtime to pump out all you had stored up into her massaging hands. As the last of your twitching comes to a close, Ruby gives you one last loving squeeze through her skirt to milk out the final drops of your cum. She then collapse on you, panting heavily in the afterglow of a powerful orgasm unlike any other she's experienced before. You hold her close, not caring of the sticky mess you've made of each other and content to just bask in each others arms.

"Ohhh wowwww..." she moans tiredly.

"Y-yeah..." you manage to say, the feeling mutual.

Your mind was a haze of sexual pleasure, and you didn't even take her virginity yet either, nor did you use any of your powers to boost arousal, yours or hers. This was as pure and natural as it could get, just as you wanted with Ruby Rose, and it was well worth the wait. Your own eyes begin to flutter shut, the combination of the duel and your salacious cuddling having drained most of your energy. Cum-logged mess aside, you were content enough to just lay there against the tree in Remnant's twilight and fall asleep with who was quickly becoming your favorite girl nestled in your arms.

"Hey Michael?" comes her quiet, tired voice.

"Hmmm?" you murmur back.

"Can you use your magic God tricks to... clean us up? I wanna stay like this but I also don't want to feel gross. You spurted soooooo much..."

You chuckle at her complaints but she still had a point. You weren't so keen to stew in your own ejaculate either. With a snap of your fingers, all traces of your fun vanish from existence, earning an appreciative moan from Ruby. Knowing neither of you were long for the waking world, you draw her in for one last, sensual kiss, one she eagerly returns as she cups your face in her own hands. Her tongue lazily rolls against yours for a few moments before breaking the kiss and laying her head down on your chest to rest.

"Sweet dreams, Michael. Thank you..."

"Sweet dreams, Ruby."

Sweet dreams indeed.