So, I've decided to delve further into sorrow and angst...

My most recent story was quite well received and got people wanting a continuation. So, here it is. I decided not to put it as part of Forbidden Flame, mainly because this story, while it is a sequel of that story, is focused on more than just Yang and Weiss. Ruby will be a big part of this story, mostly in the later portions. I'm not sure how long I'll drag out the misery, but I have a few goals in mind that I'm gonna try to hit. Anything beyond that has yet to be determined.

Anyway, this story starts off with focus on WhiteRose, but Freezerburn is the 'main ship' in this story. And being the sequel to smut, this goes without saying, but there will be lemons. Probably lots of them. They fit into the plot, but they are there. Read at your own discretion.

So, with that out of the way, enjoy.

Weiss shivered, her body suddenly feeling a lack of warmth engulfing it. She rolled in her bed, searching out for someone, anyone. However, her arms came up empty, as they did more often than not. She opened her eyes, the sun starting to crest over the horizon the first thing she noticed.

The second thing she noticed was her clothing. Or rather, lack thereof. Her nightgown, that she had worn for all of four minutes last night, was in a pile some distance from the bed she was currently in. She stood up, showing no hint of modesty, and grabbed it, but only to place it in her hamper.

Weiss grabbed a more suitable set of clothing; a loose-fitting t-shirt that Ruby rarely wore, and jeans that the heiress only bought at her wife's insistence, as well as her usual white undergarments. Within a minute she was fully dressed.

That was when she noticed a pair of brown boots stood up next to the doorway, and that was when the memories of last night finally hit her like an Ursa Major. Every touch, every kiss, every word replayed in the heiress's mind. She was, as expected, angry, but her anger was directed at Yang, nor was it directed at what had transpired. No, Weiss was angry at herself.

She knowingly slept with Yang multiple times in the last several months, each time feeling a greater bond with the blonde. Eventually, that bond became what had been revealed last night; genuine emotions of love between the pair.

However, the fact that Weiss was so willing to reciprocate Yang's feelings was what truly angered her. She loved Ruby. She still loved Ruby. She'd likely never stop loving Ruby. However, she also loved Yang, and she wouldn't stop loving Yang, either. She had to make a decision; which woman did she love more.

She knew it was wrong, but if she was forced to answer that question right here, right now, she'd say she loved Yang more.

That angered Weiss the most. That she was so willing to throw away the last 7 years of happiness she had, all for a romance that was formed because of lust-fueled sexual encounters.

Weiss still hadn't fully finished her thoughts when the smell of breakfast reached her nose, snapping her out of her stupor. That smell wasn't something she was used to, as she was normally the one doing the cooking. Weiss might not have liked mornings, but it only took a few moments to get past her 'scary sleepy state,' as Ruby had so eloquently put it.

Yang was still here, the boots helping with that large intuitive leap. Someone was cooking, and that meant it could be one of two people, and one of them had left for Atlas yesterday.

Weiss wasn't too thrilled to have Yang cooking for her. One, Weiss hated people coddling her, no matter how well they meant by it; she was a Schnee, and a Schnee had more pride than one person should ever have. Secondly, Yang was known as a terrible cook, nearly burning the school down in third year. That was when the team agreed that Yang shouldn't be allowed anywhere near a stove for any reason.

The white-haired woman made her way downstairs, ready to extinguish any fires that may or may not spawn. She made her way to the main room, and then carefully peeked into the kitchen, fearing the worst.

Thankfully, it looked as though Yang decided against making anything difficult; French toast, eggs, and some coffee were all that the blonde had prepared. The blonde sat at the island that separated the kitchen and dinning area, her attention focused on the small TV in the room.

That didn't mean she hadn't noticed the heiress. "Morning, sleepyhead." She sang, not turning to face Weiss. The shorter woman scoffed, stepping into the kitchen.

"Morning to you too, brute." She shot back, moving to collect her own food. Two slices of toast and two eggs made over-easy waited for her, still warm. "I thought you were a terrible cook." Weiss added, not asking it.

Yang chuckled as she finally faced the heiress. "Yeah, well, you can thank Blake for that." She pointed to the eggs on Weiss's plate. "Spent three weeks learning how to make 'em." There was a tone of exasperation in Yang's voice, but it wasn't bitter.

Weiss chuckled slightly as she ate, sharing easy conversation with the blonde as she did. They talked about less serious stuff, the events of less than 10 hours ago a seemingly distant memory.

But they could only put it off for so long…

"Yang, we need to talk." Weiss started, ending the previous conversation, her voice a tone of worry.

Yang heard the tone in Weiss's voice and immediately hardened. For a brief moment, the blonde experienced fear; Weiss was going to say that the night before was a mistake, and that she shouldn't have said anything.

The smaller woman sighed, clearing her mind and trying to find the right words. "I meant what I said last night." She continued, her voice softer and slightly less worried. "I do love you. I really do. It's just…" She couldn't look Yang in the eyes, avoiding the lilac orbs as if they would cause her physical injury.

The blonde's expression softened upon the sight of a scared Weiss. Say whatever you will about Weiss's attitude, it was all a front. A way to hide what truly lied beneath; a scared, fragile little girl, longing for companionship.

Yang reached out and cupped Weiss's face, forcing the smaller woman to face her. "You still love Ruby." She said for the white-haired woman. Weiss nodded once, blinking away the tears that were starting to form. Yang didn't hold that against the other woman. She understood that Weiss was conflicted. She was the same way. She hated the fact that she was willing to act so selfishly as to steal Weiss from Ruby.

"This would cause her so much pain." Weiss said, her voice full of tears that she refused to shed. "If she found out about us, it would ruin her." Again, Yang knew this, and it was something she was afraid would happen.

The blonde pulled the heiress into a loose hug, holding her close but not tightly. "If you don't want to do this, I'll understand." She said the words soothingly, allowing Weiss to back out if she so wished. Yang wanted Weiss with her, but if Weiss didn't want to continue, if she felt that continuing this relationship would cause her pain or sadness and she wanted out, Yang would understand. She wouldn't like it, but she'd accept it.

Weiss shook her head, her face buried in the blonde's neck. "That's just the thing." Her voice sounded hollow, as if her emotions had completely left her. She adjusted herself so she could look into Yang's eyes. "I don't care." The words were spoken with forced detachment. She was trying to distance herself from the decision, as if it would make the choice easier, or maybe just easier to cope with. "I'm not sure I care that I might hurt Ruby."

Yang kept a straight face, but it required every ounce of willpower she had. She was torn. On one hand, Weiss was talking so easily about causing Ruby significant, permanent emotional pain, and she showed little to no remorse towards it. However, on the other hand, it meant that Yang was that much closer to being with Weiss. The thought of being with Weiss, of the happiness that the heiress would bring to her life, numbed Yang to the potential harm that was awaiting Ruby.

The blonde gave a weak, sad smile. "Thank you, Weiss." She said simply, refusing to say any more. If she did, she'd likely break. They were conspiring against the one person they both loved, and yet at the same time they didn't care. They were starting to build a fantasy, one that they wholeheartedly believed in; that they could be together, and that Ruby wouldn't hate them forever.

Weiss returned the smile, swallowing back tears. She wasn't as certain as Yang about what may lie ahead. At best, she'd lose either Ruby or Yang; at worst, she'd lose them both, or more. Yet, despite her best attempts at caring, she couldn't find it in her. She truly did not care, and she hated it. How could she not care that she might cause another malicious pain?

Half in a show of thankfulness and half in an attempt to focus on less depressing thoughts, Weiss leaned in and kissed Yang. It conveyed longing, and yet it never forced anything. It was a kiss of pure love, but it was tinged with regret. Regret that their love would come at great cost. Regret that it might not work out. But, most of all, regret that they didn't care about any of that.

Ruby Rose looked upon her house with a mixture of elation and sorrow. She had spent far too little time inside its walls, her job as a huntress being her primary focus. She had even put it above the woman she loved more than anything in the world.

Ruby had decided long ago that this would be the last time she'd take a hunt of that caliber. The pay wouldn't be nearly as good; despite being such an important part of the world, hunters didn't make nearly enough money for the work they did. However, that really didn't matter. She was, after all, married to one of the richest people in the entire world.

Said woman was probably inside, awaiting the return of her red-clad knight. And what kind of knight would Ruby be to keep her queen waiting?

The cape wearing woman approached the doorway, turning the key and hearing the 'click' of the lock as it allowed unobstructed entry once more. Ruby flung the door open, taking in the scents of her household. "I'm back!" She called into the silence.

There was a slight shuffling in the den, where Weiss usually worked when she wasn't at her office. Or rather, her castle. The Schnee Dust Company Headquarters was an old castle that Weiss's grandfather bought to house his company (Yes, he literally bought a castle. Ruby still thought that was awesome). Normally, the Schnee lived in the castle, staying as close to the company as possible.

Weiss, however, hated the place. It was her prison for 17 years, and she was loath to return there. So, she used her not-at-all small savings to buy an adequate house just outside Vale. It wasn't nearly as big as the castle, nor was it as elaborate, but for a young newlywed couple, it was perfect.

Ruby shut the front door just as Weiss entered the living room. She still wore her formal attire, likely having gone straight to her den after getting home. Her combat skirt turned semi-formal dress was slightly disheveled, likely from her reaction to Ruby's voice. She hadn't even bothered to remove her glasses, despite the fact that she hated having to wear them.

The rosen woman gave a cocky smirk, one of the more annoying habits she had picked up from Yang. "Miss me?" She asked, her voice a combination of humor and happiness. The white-haired woman rolled her eyes at the rhetorical question, but she approached her wife and pulled her into a passionate, longing kiss.

It wasn't often that Ruby was outlasted in a make-out session, her natural endurance easily beating Weiss's innate lack of it, despite the heiress's vocal training. However, the surprise of the action as well as the fervor of it was enough to cause Ruby to break away first, gasping for breath. "Okay, guess that answers that…" She gasped, each word separated by a gulp of air.

Weiss simply mimicked Ruby's smirk. "Did you really think you'd be welcomed any differently, you dunce?" She asked rhetorically, though her words held no malice. Weiss was, on the surface, harsh, but she didn't usually mean what she said. Maybe she had 7 years ago, but in that time she had changed.

Ruby chuckled. "Um…no?" Ruby loved to play along with Weiss's 'insults', usually playing the part of the 'dunce,' as Weiss so lovingly called her. Weiss usually responded with a playful slap, as she did now. "Hey, now, is that any way to treat your wife?" She teased.

Weiss turned her back, smirk etched onto her face. "Until you start acting like it, yes." Weiss shot back. Ruby simply followed the white-haired woman as she returned to her desk in the den. There were various papers scattered about, a mess with no obvious order.

The red-clad woman approached one of the loveseats and plopped into it, a theatrical sigh leaving her lips. "Oh, I almost forgot how comfortable these were." She breathed, her voice almost orgasmic. Which, of course, brought a nearly unseen blush to Weiss's face.

In an attempt to bring the conversation to a more suitable topic, Weiss sat in her chair and turned to her wife. "Rough hunt?" She asked, thankful that her words were controlled. Ruby sat up straight, her face determined. When Ruby retold something, she did it with her entire body.

"You wouldn't believe it." The dark-haired woman started, her voice dramatic. "I had to track those Beowolves for three days before I even found one." She made several kung-fu motions with her hands, making the accompanying hyahs that went with them.

Weiss held back laughter. Ruby might've been 22, but she acted like that little kid from her first year at Beacon. "But you still got them, right?" She asked, although she knew the answer; Ruby never half-did anything.

Ruby nodded with her entire body, the fabric of her skirt rubbing against the fabric of the seat. "Yeah! I mean, it wasn't easy, but once I found the pack I took them all down!" She continued her previous antics, bringing a small laugh to Weiss's lips. "So, what've you been doing?" The younger woman asked, her voice turning to one of curiosity.

Weiss sighed as she reorganized several papers. "Business stuff, mostly." She answered cryptically. She knew Ruby wanted to know about the company's way of business, even if she really didn't care. However, Weiss was very protective of the personal details of her company. She trusted Ruby, but she couldn't risk anything.

Ruby had long since learned not to pry if Weiss gave an ambiguous answer. All it would do is waste energy. So, instead, she changed the topic. "So, you make dinner yet?" She asked, this time sounding more hopeful.

The sound of a stomach rumbling filled the air, and Ruby shrunk slightly. Weiss sighed. "I have not." She answered, removing her glasses and setting them on her desk. "Go get yourself cleaned up first." She ordered, pointing to the bathroom upstairs.

Ruby obeyed, stopping only to kiss and thank Weiss, before she bolted upstairs, a shower of rose petals in her wake.

-x-

Dinner was a simple affair. Weiss was used to grand events, but Ruby preferred smaller, more personal gatherings. As such, dinner was generally a more informal time, as it should be. It wasn't a lot, either, being just some spaghetti and a salad. Ruby usually didn't eat salads, but Weiss made her eat at least one bowl. Usually, this ended with Ruby calling Weiss 'mom' or some variant on the word, and Weiss simply saying something along the lines of, 'Of course.'

After dinner, Ruby returned to the living room to watch TV. Weiss joined her, if only for a few minutes, watching the end of some cartoon show that her wife adored.

"I'm gonna take a shower." Weiss announced, getting a small, dismissive nod from Ruby. Weiss sighed; there was nothing in this world that could break that woman away from her cartoons.

The heiress headed upstairs, approaching her bedroom and the bathroom inside. Steam from Ruby's shower had mostly faded, though the lingering humidity hadn't yet dispersed. Weiss checked for a towel, quickly finding a red one hung up on the door. She grabbed it, set it on the sink, and began to undress.

She turned the shower on and stepped into the warm spray, allowing it to relax her. However, her stress was much lower tonight than it had been in previous nights. Ruby returning usually made those nights much easier. She didn't have to worry, as much, about the taller woman.

And she could put the nights she spent with Yang out of her mind, if only briefly.

Weiss had just finished rinsing shampoo out of her hair when she heard a creaking noise. It wasn't loud, barely audible over the roar of the shower, but Weiss still heard it. It sounded like a door opening. "Ruby? Was that you?"

There was silence for a few seconds, Weiss's words left unanswered. Eventually, the heiress shrugged it off as nothing but her mind playing tricks on her.

And then she felt strong arms engulf her.

Weiss yelped, trying to struggle out of the hold, but it didn't budge. A soft chuckle came from behind her, originating just behind and slightly above her head. "Relax, it's just me." Ruby said, her voice calm.

It took a moment for Weiss's mind to process the words, but when she did, she frowned. "Why didn't you answer me, you dolt!?" She berated, turning around to face her wife. Or rather, her wife's chest.

Again, Ruby chuckled. "Oh, come on. You act like surprising you is a bad thing." Ruby teased, still holding onto the shorter woman.

Weiss sighed. "Of course it is! Especially when I'm in the shower!" She shot back, slightly miffed at her wife's antics.

Ruby shook her head, a laugh beginning in her chest at her wife's obliviousness. That was when Weiss's mind finally realized what was happening; Ruby stood before her, completely naked, barely a foot away from her, in the shower of all places.

Weiss froze, her face suddenly flaring red. "That was the point, you dolt." Ruby teased, matching Weiss's tone easily.

The white-haired woman didn't say a word. So, Ruby decided to act instead. She leaned down and took Weiss's lips in her own. The shorter woman's mind finally reconnected, screaming at her to reciprocate the kiss. She did just that, but she was by no means in control.

It wasn't often that Ruby was the dominant one in the relationship. Her natural innocence meant she didn't have the courage to take total control. However, there were those few times that Ruby took control, having her way with the heiress.

It seemed that this would be one of those times. Ruby was the one who broke away, but not for lack of oxygen. She pushed Weiss back, pinning her against the wall. The taller woman leaned over, taking the lips in again, but only briefly.

Ruby trailed kisses down Weiss's jaw, nipping playfully at seemingly random times. Each action brought a breathy moan to the heiress's lips, a sound that only served to fuel Ruby on.

The dark-haired woman stopped at her wife's chest, her tongue teasing each nipple, enough to spurn a reaction but not enough to satisfy. And, to make matters worse, Ruby was holding Weiss's arms above her head, making it impossible for the white-haired woman to direct her wife in any fashion.

Weiss was at the complete mercy of her wife.

Once Ruby had enough of teasing the shorter woman, she brought her mouth to the left breast and gently bit on the nub there, drawing a long, pleased moan from Weiss. Ruby's tongue danced around the skin, her teeth pinching and tugging on it, each action either raising the volume of Weiss's moans or the pitch. Either way, the need to keep quiet was long gone.

After maybe a minute, Ruby moved to the right nipple giving it the same treatment as the left. Weiss's arms were still pinned above her head, and she could only manage feeble attempts at trying to break free. Ruby seemed to have her completely submissive, just how she wanted it.

It wasn't long before the huntress longed for a more satisfiable reaction from her wife, so with one final tug, she released Weiss's nipple. She stood up, standing face-to-face with the white-haired woman; while it was hard to tell, sweat had already begun to form on her brow, a combination of the heat of the shower and the heat her body produced showing through.

Ruby lean in and kissed her wife passionately, with more fervor and dominance than she had ever shown. Weiss didn't even try to suppress a moan, the sound rumbling through both women, drawing an uncharacteristically husky moan from the younger one.

Ruby hadn't even pulled away from Weiss's lips when she let go of the shorter woman's arms, freeing her own hands, the left one immediately finding its way to Weiss's core. Two fingers slipped inside suddenly and deeply, causing Weiss to break the kiss and throw her head back in ecstasy, a sharp, loud moan leaving her lips.

The taller woman smirked, leaning over and kissing Weiss's neck as her fingers settled on a relentless pace. The very force with which Ruby worked shook Weiss, each thrust reverberating throughout the woman, accentuated with ever-increasing moans.

It didn't take long for Weiss to come, her orgasm met with something more akin to a shriek than a moan. She reached out and gripped the one thing she could grab, Ruby, and held the woman as tightly as possible. It didn't cause Ruby any discomfort, the huntress simply humming a soft melody to help guide her wife through her high and back to reality.

Weiss continued to shake even a full minute after her orgasm, her body trembling. She had never seen Ruby so controlling before. Weiss usually was the leader, making the first moves and guiding the younger woman. It had been that way for 5 years now, way back when they were still at Beacon.

However, this was a different side of Ruby. One Weiss didn't even know existed. She was more assertive, at least in the short span of time it took for Weiss to come. It was a far cry from the innocent girl Weiss had met all those years ago.

Ruby's smirk never faded as Weiss slowly regained her senses. "Feel better?" The huntress asked, her voice laden with passion. Something in those words seemed out-of-place on Ruby, but Weiss couldn't quite place it.

Unable to form words, both from her mind still being fuzzy and her throat being raw, Weiss simply nodded her reply. Whatever stress she had before was gone, replaced by the characteristic aftereffects of an orgasm.

"Good." Ruby added, her smirk getting devious, slightly worrying the heiress. She had seen that smirk before, but never from Ruby. No, she had seen it on the face of her forbidden love. A smirk that meant, 'Get ready to have your world rocked.'

Weiss didn't have time to think, let alone react, as Ruby dropped to her knees and honed her lips and tongue on Weiss's core. The wave of pleasure filled every one of Weiss's senses; she felt it, tasted it, and she sure as hell spoke it. Her voice was shrill, barely recognizable, and there was no way you could decipher what she might've been saying.

The sight of Ruby's smirk had brought Yang's image forefront in the white-haired woman's mind, and now it refused to leave. She relived every time she saw that look, usually right before Yang went down on her, sending waves of pleasure to her mind that threatened to take complete control.

Weiss moaned, an action that Ruby likely didn't hear completely. However, Weiss heard it, and it made her blood run cold. It was the beginnings of a name.

But it was not the name of the woman in between her legs.

Weiss couldn't trust herself to not say Yang's name, not when her mind was focused on the blonde. She brought a hand to her mouth and bit it hard. She was not worried that she might draw blood; she might not have used her Aura heavily in the last 3 years, but she could mend small cuts and wounds quickly enough.

While it was Ruby who worked whatever magic her tongue came up with, Weiss's imagined that it was the blonde down there. That it was Yang's tongue that danced across her clit. That it was Yang's hair that her free hand dug into, Yang's head that she held in place. And that it was Yang that brought her to her climax for the second time that night, making her mind go white.

And, she imaging that it was Yang who held her, whispering soothing words in her ear as she came down from her high. That it was Yang's voice that brought her to reality. That it was Yang who said she loved her, and that she'd never let her go.