She tries to just blow it off

Weiss couldn’t believe the words coming from Ruby’s mouth. First she’s out here streaking, and then her plan for getting out of trouble is to advertise the fetish? But then again, she seemed genuinely into it as she capped off her spiel, flaunting herself into the sales pitch... And the image of her leaping through the air, catching the moonlight was nothing short of sublime...

“No!” Weiss blurted out, snapping herself and Ruby to their senses, “Ruby Rose, whatever gives you thrills should be kept to one’s self!”

“Y-yeah, you’re right.” Ruby said dejectedly, wrapping her arms around herself in a sudden return of shame. “I-I’m sorry I disturbed you Weiss, p-please don’t think I’m a freak.”

“Oh calm down dolt, I don’t think that.” Weiss assured, feeling a pant of conscience, “What I think you are is an adolescent thrill-seeker that direly needs more of a sense of propriety. Let’s just go back to our dorm and call it a night, okay?”

“Okay,” Ruby sniffled. Then in a whirl that Weiss could barely react to, Ruby swept up to Weiss and scooped her into a great big hug with a soft kiss to the check.

“Thanks for not getting me in trouble.”

“I-It’s fine,” Weiss mumbled, a bit in shock with the sudden intimacy, dimly aware of her hands grasping Ruby’s smooth hips for balance and needing every ounce of willpower to keep them from roving all over her body, “No harm done.”

Ruby gave a noncommittal hum and let the hug linger a while more. Weiss didn’t know what to do as her head fogged from the delicate strawberries-and-cream scent that wafted off her nude partner. Finally, mercifully, Ruby disentangled them and trotted back towards their room. Weiss followed along mechanically, unable to tear her eyes away from the flex of Ruby’s firm bottom no matter how desperately she tried.

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Things should have ended there, but in the week that followed Weiss found herself plagued with a blooming obsession with the event of that night.

She could barely look Ruby in the eye anymore, the two of them gingerly sidestepping the other and speaking in curt, hushed tones. Black and Yang looked upon their sudden mutual skittishness with concern, but for now seemed intent to let them work it out themselves if they weren’t actively fighting.

At night, Ruby would linger for hours outside, Yang cracking jokes that she had at last made some wild teenage friends, fully confident in her sister’s ability to handle herself. Weiss would just lay rigid in bed long after lights-out, waiting. Finally, after the other two were sound alseep, the door or window would slide open and Weiss would catch a flash of alabaster flesh from the corner of her eye as Ruby clambered into bed. Then and only then would she drift to sleep, dreams full of her partner’s nude, lithe figure leaping through the air, her subconscious quickly adding her own form to join her, the two dancing, embracing, and even-

By the start of the weekend, Weiss knew she was at breaking point.

So on Friday night, when Ruby scurried into their dorm to drop off her class supplies, Weiss confronted her again.

“You’re going out again tonight.” It wasn’t a question.

Ruby flinched, ducking her head to avoid eye contact, but nodded.

“Where?”

Ruby finally did lift her head and looked her straight on, eyes questioning and worried, but behind that also a tiny bit hopeful.

Weiss closed her eyes and took a deep bracing breath, cheeks flushing in mortification even as she surrendered to her temptations, and answered the unspoken question.

“Because I want to see what it feels like with you.”

Ruby blinked, then she grinned from ear to ear, then Weiss suddenly found herself hoisted in the air by her ecstatic, cheering teammate.

“OhmygoshWeiss! Thankyouthankyouthankyou! I promise you this is gonna be the best, most exhilarating thing you’ve ever done!” Ruby dropped her and bounced before her, giggling irrepressibly.

“Put on an outfit you don’t care for if it gets messed up or lost, and meet me at the air dock. We’re gonna have the night of our lives!”