Warning: This chapter contains explicit sexual content.

Chapter 29

Neon was fine.

Yes, she was a little sad; yes, she missed Weiss, but she would live. She was used to hardship, growing up poor did that to you. This was not her first relationship to go south. She had dealt with the pain of distance, of loss before, and she would do so again. Neon was fine.

Weiss, on the other hand, was very much not fine. Nothing about her situation was fine. She had experienced loss before, and her grief caused her as much physical as emotional harm. She could not properly process volatile emotions, her guilt, her misery, her pain. It festered and ate away at her composure, until it could be vented or soothed. Now Weiss had given up her venting method, resigning herself to physical and emotional isolation, both of which brought Neon here, to the library, a place she normally never set foot in unless it was absolutely necessary.

Weiss had seemingly disappeared, at least from Neon's point of view. They shared no classes together - the majority of Neon's being physical health, arts and media focused, Weiss' studies in business and commerce - and did not hang out with the same people. Neon could not message her, as they were supposed to be giving each other space, but Neon had not seen hide nor hair of Weiss since their separation, and it was exacerbating her worries. The library was Neon's last chance to see Weiss before resorting to more obvious measures. She would keep her distance from the room, but running into her at the library would not seem so suspicious.

Sadly, as Neon wandered through the aisles, not a single glimpse of ivory hair could be found. Weiss was not at the tables or private study cubicles either. Disheartened, Neon leaned against the end of a shelf, stroking her own tail restlessly. It was comforting now, even if it reminded her of what she had lost. She so missed Weiss' touch.

"Hey Neon!" Ruby cheered.

Neon jerked, turning toward the greeting to meet bright silver eyes. She smiled, sighing internally. Perhaps Ruby would tell her what she needed to know. "Hey Ruby, howsit' going?"

"Great, well, mostly." Ruby replied. "How have you been?"

Neon's first instinct was to wave away her concern. That was easier, safer. No need to push her baggage on others, especially Ruby, who might take it back to Weiss, potentially making her even worse...whatever her condition at this time. But a little honesty would not hurt, Ruby was just being kind. "I'm surviving." Neon answered. "I've just been worried about Weiss." She managed a small smile, which shook, despite her composure.

Ruby's own smile was slight. "She's been studying, and working...a lot." Ruby noted. "She didn't tell me exactly what happened, and I didn't wanna' pry, but I worry too, ya' know? About both of you...even though we never really talked."

Neon smiled properly, touched. It was true, she never spoke to Ruby much, or at all really. Her relationship with Weiss was very secluded, with Coco being the only one to witness much of it. Neon spent most of her time out and active, whilst Ruby, Blake and Weiss tended to stay indoors, studying, working and otherwise playing. Their interactions were usually brief, but always kind, ever smiling, ever cheerful. Neon could see why Weiss fell for her.

"We just talked, about a few things that had been coming for a while." Neon explained. "Feelings are finicky things, ya' know? We decided to end things before they got serious. We didn't wanna' hurt each other...any more than we already have." Neon slid to the ground, leaning back against the shelf. Ruby joined her on the floor, patiently waiting for her to continue. "I...I'm used to going through rough patches Ruby. Failed relationships, racism, shitty home life and all that jazz, it sucks, but I'm tough, a wear my heart on my sleeve, water off a duck's back kind of gal. But Weiss is sensitive, not great with emotions, you know?"

Ruby nodded grimacing. "She's great when she's happy, but she gets snippy a lot, which I've gotten used to, but lately she's just been down, quiet, withdrawn. I'm hoping she'll get better. I'm trying to keep her company, but I think she'll just need a while. Maybe it would help if you visited?"

"We need the distance." Neon smiled sadly, shaking her head. "She'll reach out to me when she's ready, but in the meantime I'm just worried she's hurting more than she shows, and I can't help her. You have to help her, you and Blake. You're all she has right now. Just keep a close eye on her and try to get her out more. If something happens, I don't know what, please tell me. I'll worry myself sick otherwise."

Ruby nodded, chewing her lip for a moment. "What about you?"

"I'll be fine." Neon replied.

"Neon." Ruby pressed, fixing her with a stern look, a frown on her face.

Neon swallowed, looking away. "I have Coco, Ruby." She noted. "And Velvet, and my parties and my fitness. I can distract myself. It's just gonna' hurt for a while. I really care for her, I always will. Just wish things could've been different." She pushed herself to her feet, rubbing her eyes free of what dampness had accumulated.

Ruby stood too, looking concerned before reaching for Neon's hand, clasping it in both her own. "You've got me too Neon, and Blake." She offered. "Weiss is family and you're family."

The rubbing did nothing. Tears welled in Neon's eyes. "Thanks Ruby." She half choked, half laughed. "You're a good friend. Weiss is lucky she found you."

Smiling, Ruby stepped forward to hug Neon, an embrace quickly returned. Hugs were the best medicine. Since the...breakup...Neon had received many, mainly from Coco, some from Velvet, even one from Yatsuhashi during a visit in which they both posed for one of Coco's sketches...though the hug was part of the pose. This was Neon's first hug from Ruby, and despite the girl's small stature, it was firm and comfortable, just what she needed at the time.

"You take care of yourself, alright?" Ruby beseeched.

Neon nodded. "I promise."

In her depression and frustration, Yang had let many things slip. Her workout regimen, one she had dedicated herself to for years, had gone by the wayside. So too had her careful diet. Those had not had much of a noticeable effect. She had been in great shape before her injury, and her depression actually helped a bit in the instances when she was too sad to eat. There was a noticeable result of her neglect however. She had let her personal grooming slip as well after her one night stand. She had assumed she was done with relationships, at least for the foreseeable future, and had stopped shaving. The winter months were closing in and her legs would rarely be bare anyway.

Now Yang was in a relationship. She wanted to be her best for Pyrrha, and that meant cleaning herself up. So she set about the task. Trimming her pubic hair was no problem. There was a time when she would have gone bald or sculpted some design - usually a heart - but right now she was just happy to have it under control. Yang even managed to shave her armpits without help, though it was quite tricky. Unfortunately, shaving her legs proved to be far more difficult than anticipated. Using an electric would have made matters easier, but they left her with ingrown hairs. It had to be a proper razor. Reaching every spot with just one arm was tough, and her phantom pains were not helping matters. She needed help.

Until a few days before, Yang would not have dared ask for help. In her mind it was an admission of failure. But now she had a girlfriend, one desperate to help her in any way she could. With her legs still partially covered in shaving gel, she stepped out of the shower and made her way across the tile floor to the door. Standing aside, she cracked the bathroom door open. "Pyrrha?" She called.

After a moment Pyrrha appeared in the hallway, coming from the living room. "What is it?" She asked.

"Could you...could you help me...shave my legs?" Yang blushed furiously.

"Of course." Pyrrha replied. There was a beat of silence. "You're naked?"

"Yep." Yang confirmed. "I could slip on a shirt and panties if it makes you more comfortable."

Pyrrha paused for a moment, closing her eyes. She took a deep breath, smiled, and opened them. "That's alright, Nora's desensitized me to nudity." Pyrrha joked. She and Yang shared a quick chuckle. Yang took a step back and Pyrrha pushed into the bathroom. She noted that Yang had started the job but not finished. "You should have asked me sooner."

"You know me, stubborn...and embarrassed to ask for help." Yang laughed uneasily as she sat on the edge of the tub.

"You don't have to be embarrassed." Pyrrha smiled. "Just hand me your razor."

Yang complied, passing her razor to Pyrrha. "Why aren't you blushing?" Yang asked.

"Hmm?" Pyrrha raised an eyebrow.

"You're in a room with a naked person." Yang noted. "Normally you look so red I'm afraid your face'll start bleeding." She looked up at herself in the mirror. "How is it that I ended up the embarrassed blushy one?"

"Yang, I'm just happy to help." Pyrrha replied. "I guess that's all that matters right now. Though now that you mention it, I am rather close to your...ahem." Her face did begin to flush slightly, and she went to work on the unfinished portions of Yang's legs.

"Yeah, I figured asking you to trim that would be a bridge too far." Yang chuckled.

"I miss the heart." Pyrrha smirked. "The lightning bolt was pretty cute too."

"Didn't know you were looking." Yang said.

"How could I not?" Pyrrha scoffed. "For years you've done everything in your power to be nude around me, just to watch me squirm I suspect."

"Maybe I was trying to seduce you." Yang suggested. Pyrrha looked up, flashing a skeptical glance at Yang. "Okay, so it was at least partly to make you squirm. It's just so easy, and so cute."

With a few more strokes, Pyrrha cleared the last of the gel from Yang's legs, leaving them silky smooth. "Sorry, I think I might have nicked you a bit." Pyrrha apologized. "But it's done."

"No worries." Yang waved her off. "I can take it from here." Yang reached for the razor...with her wrong hand. Stupid distracting, sexy Pyrrha. Her phantom pains flared, and Yang groaned and winced, snatching the razor - with the correct hand this time - and placing it in its holder.

"Yang, do you want your pills?" Pyrrha asked, noticing Yang's discomfort.

"No, just a little flare." Yang shook her head. "I'll be fine." Her strained voice and pained expression betrayed her. Pyrrha stared at her with those beautiful, emerald eyes, filled with concern. Yang bit her lip. "I don't want more pills today Pyrrha." Pyrrha did not act at first, then, slowly, she reached toward Yang's arm, the missing one. Yang froze, shock flitting across her features before she glanced at the stump, then at Pyrrha who merely smiled warmly. Hesitantly, Yang extended the maimed limb, and Pyrrha took it into her hands. Yang flinched, the intense burning flaring for a moment, but Pyrrha's gentle fingers began soothing her. All the while, her burning emerald gaze never strayed from Yang's own. "This shouldn't be working."

"But it is?" Pyrrha asked. Yang could not respond, only smile as the pain further regressed. Then Pyrrha broke eye contact, only to lean down and plant a kiss on the scarred end of her stump. Yang felt her eyes sting. "I know I can't really kiss it better...but I can try. Maidens, I can try."

Yang choked, the painful lump in her throat bursting forth, but as a laugh rather than a sob. She reached up to cup Pyrrha's face, which had flushed red. "You're so fucking cheesy Pyrrha."

"You just bring out that side of me." Pyrrha chuckled.

"I love it...I love you." Yang declared.

Pyrrha grinned, slipping her hand over Yang's. "I love you more."

"The hell you do!" Yang pulled Pyrrha into a searing kiss. Taken by surprise, Pyrrha could not contain the moan that escaped her. Her heart, thumping as it was, began to race, lighting every nerve in her body on fire. As she relaxed into the kiss, her hands fell to Yang's hips, pulling them flush with each other. Yang's arm snaked around Pyrrha's waist, settling above her rear, before slowly sliding downward as the embrace grew more heated. Finally surfacing for breath, they panted, looking at each other through dilated eyes. "You look so fucking hot right now."

"Y-yeah?" Pyrrha struggled.

Yang hummed her confirmation, borderline growling as her hand slipped beneath the waistband of Pyrrha's pajamas, cupping her rear through… "Oh my, is that lace I feel?" Pyrrha buried her face in Yang's shoulder, nodding. Yang giggled. "You're full of surprises Pyr."

"Ren bought them for me...they make me feel...confident." Pyrrha explained.

"Can I see?" Yang requested. Pyrrha pulled back, finding a hungry look in Yang's eyes. It sent a wave of heat through Pyrrha's being, pooling in her abdomen. She grinned, nodding shakily, and Yang began to drag down her pants. Pyrrha fumbled with her tank top, managing to pull it over her head just after her pants hit the ground. Maidens help me. Pyrrha's shaky hands clasped behind her back, further showing off the sight of a lace bra barely containing her generous bust, pale skin contrasting beautifully. The lingerie was clearly high end, gold thread tracing intricate patterns on crimson silk, frilly lace borders completing the works of art. Yang realized she had been holding her breath, and inhaled deeply. "You look so goddamn beautiful Pyrrha."

"Not as beautiful as you." Pyrrha countered.

Yang grinned, stepping forward to slip her arm around Pyrrha's waist once more, kissing her slowly and gently. Suddenly, Pyrrha was spun around, now facing the bathroom mirror. She saw Yang's grinning visage over her shoulder, and a hand tracing delicate circles around her navel. "You. Are. A. Goddess, to me, Pyrrha." Yang declared. "I want to worship you. Please, let me worship you." She began trailing kisses along Pyrrha's shoulder, then her neck, sending a shiver down Pyrrha's spine.

"Uh-huh." Pyrrha weakly managed.

Yang's hand ceased its circling to slip downward, teasing the hem of Pyrrha's panties before continuing, nails brushing across the delicate fabric before reaching a very warm, very moist area. Pyrrha's breath hitched. "Are you sure?" Yang asked. Pyrrha met Yang's gaze in the mirror through lidded eyes. Yang was trailing kisses along Pyrrha's ear now, stopping only to lightly nibble on the lobe.

"Please." Pyrrha keened. She could feel every nerve in her body scream out in relief as Yang began rubbing her nethers, the sheer fabric barely dulling the sensation of Yang's firm fingers as she traced Pyrrha's lips. Pyrrha could scarcely believe this was happening. It was not as if she had never done something like this before, some of her more memorable times with Ren were sudden and spontaneous. But their first time was very deliberate, planned and slow, as Ren was far more experienced and very considerate. Pyrrha had still been both terrified and incredibly excited.

The same feeling coursed through Pyrrha's veins now, but it felt new. Her first time with a woman, her first time with Yang, and it was here, in the small bathroom of their country home, after shaving her girlfriend's legs, trying her best not to stare at her nethers, or her breasts. They were so large, larger than her own, which were apparently larger than average themselves, or so Nora liked to say. It felt fitting. Ren was careful and considerate, he made plans. Yang was reckless and spontaneous, she simply acted.

Pyrrha felt Yang's fingers move, upward this time, slipping beneath the band of her underwear and brushing past the neat trim of hair within. Pyrrha thanked the Maidens she had decided to trim tonight. Yang giggled, laying more kisses along Pyrrha's neck as her fingers drew close to their destination. Pyrrha gasped, tensing, her knees shaking as Yang made contact with her clit, rubbing it languidly. "Unh...Yang…" Pyrrha moaned.

"Shhh, you like that?" Yang smirked. Pyrrha doubled over, stifling another moan with one hand and bracing herself on the counter with the other. Yang mercifully began tracing the length of her slit, soaking wet from the anticipation and foreplay. Pyrrha felt Yang trail kisses down her spine, each like a brand upon her skin, distracting her just long enough for Yang's probing fingers to take her by surprise as they parted her lower lips.

"HngMaidens help me." Pyrrha panted.

Yang laughed, slipping a finger within, slowly, gently, too slowly. As Pyrrha began grinding down, borderline riding Yang's hand, forcing her fingers deeper, drawing forth a satisfied whine, she felt herself grin. Looking up she saw a prideful look on Yang's face. It was so beautiful. "I've wanted to do this for years." Yang planted a kiss on Pyrrha's shoulder. "Used to fantasize about it." Another kiss. "In the gym showers." Yang slipped in a second finger. "In my bed." Yang curled her fingers, forcing a choked moan from Pyrrha. "In. This. Room." Yang kept curling and uncurling her fingers, and Pyrrha had to bite down on her hand to stifle the sounds of her bliss. "You want to know what one of my fantasies was?"

Yang paused in her ministrations and Pyrrha simultaneously sighed in relief and groaned in frustration. She was getting so close. "Y-yeah?" Pyrrha stammered. Yang bit her lip, slowly withdrawing her fingers, drawing another whimper from Pyrrha. In the same movement she dragged down her panties, and Pyrrha lifted her legs one at a time for Yang to slip it past her feet. Suddenly the garment was dangled before her.

"Look at how wet you are." Yang smirked as Pyrrha stared at the sodden lace. Any wetter and it would be dripping. Yang tossed it in the sink. "Time to let the girls go free!" With a single movement, Yang grasped the clasp of Pyrrha's bra and twisted, somehow unclipping it in the process. The thin fabric gave way without the support, and Pyrrha's breasts fell from their lacy confines. Pyrrha could not help but laugh, shrugging off the straps and laying it aside. She felt Yang's arm slip around to cup her left breast, and looked to see Yang staring at her in the mirror. "That was a fantasy, but not the fantasy. You have no idea how tempting it is in the gym showers not to just...this!"

Pyrrha giggled at Yang's playful ministrations, fondling her left breast, then her right. It served to soothe Pyrrha's nerves, giving her time to calm. Then Yang lightly pinched her nipple. "Ah!" Pyrrha gasped, stifling a moan. "Gentle Yang. I'm really sensitive there."

"Sorry babe, they're just so cute." Yang apologized. "Want me to kiss it better?"

"Th-that...I...would like that Yang." Pyrrha stuttered. Yang grinned, withdrawing her hand. Pyrrha slowly turned around. Suddenly Yang bent down, reaching around her rear and lifting her onto the bathroom bench. Pyrrha gasped at the cool surface suddenly pressed against her skin, then shivered as Yang pressed herself close, laying a hand on Pyrrha's thigh. Yang's breasts were flush with her own, the heat nearly unbearable.

"Much better." Yang purred. She kissed Pyrrha, this one more hungry, more aggressive than before. It was not long before Yang began trailing downward, stopping momentarily to suckle a hickey on Pyrrha's throat before continuing, down, lower and lower, until she reached Pyrrha's left nipple. "God these are beautiful." Yang gave it a kiss, which turned into several, then she latched on entirely, lavishing the areola with her tongue, slowly dragging it across the sensitive nub, drawing more than a few shuddering gasps from her blushing lover. She gave it a final peck before moving on to its twin, treating it no lesser, feeling an extra surge of joy when Pyrrha's arms wrapped around her back.

"Yang, I'm making a mess..." Pyrrha moaned. Yang looked up, taking in Pyrrha's flushed face and bitten lip. With a pop she released the nipple to peek down between Pyrrha's legs, taking in the cute landing strip before noticing the small puddle forming between Pyrrha's thighs.

"Oops, my bad, I guess I'd better help with that." Yang licked her lips. She did not look guilty whatsoever, with that devilish little smirk and glint in her eyes. She sank to her knees, and Pyrrha felt the heat coursing through her body flare. Yang was now staring directly at her nethers, nudging her legs farther apart and pulling Pyrrha closer to the edge.

"Y-Yang." Pyrrha hesitated.

"You wanna' know what my real fantasy is?" Yang asked.

Pyrrha could feel Yang's warm breath on her throbbing core. She was aching with need. "Yes."

"It goes a little like this…" Yang's tongue made contact with Pyrrha's lower lips, and the whimper she emitted was like music to Yang's ears. Her taste was not bad either. Considering their diets, it must have been the sweets Summer liked to make.

"M-Maidens." Pyrrha gasped. Her hands settled on Yang's shoulders, nails digging in as her tongue hit a particularly sensitive spot, exploring every fold, occasionally stopping to suckle on her lips, or circle the sensitive nub peeking from its hood, every act drawing louder and more frequent responses from her lover.

Yang slipped her tongue within and Pyrrha whined, one hand moving to Yang's hair. Pyrrha froze, glancing down only to see Yang's lidded lilac eyes staring up at her, utter adoration burning within. Yang did not like people touching her hair...did she? Or did she grow out of that? Pyrrha could not remember, but at this moment, as her fingers threaded into Yang's thick blonde mane, there was no protest, and as her climax drew near, Yang's tongue slipping deeper within, Pyrrha found herself holding on for dear life as she hit her peak, legs wrapping instinctively around her girlfriend's body, pulling her as close as possible as she shook and moaned, gasping and shuddering, eyes squeezed shut, body aflame. Yang's tongue still served her as even as she came down from the intense high.

"S-stop Yang." Pyrrha begged. "I'm...Maidens..."

Yang withdrew, licking her lips. With a gleaming smile she rose, letting Pyrrha's arms drape around her in a weak hug. "How'd I do?"

"You were amazing Yang." Pyrrha shook with laughter. "I can't feel my legs."

"Good, was afraid I'd be rusty." Yang smirked.

"If this is rusty…" Pyrrha scoffed.

"We're gonna' have a hell of a time later." Yang finished for her. "Thank you Pyrrha."

Pyrrha pulled back, meeting Yang's gaze, a dreamy smile on her face. "What for?" Pyrrha asked.

"This, you, everything." Yang replied. "I feel so alive." Pyrrha's mouth quirked, then she burst into a giggle fit. Yang was confused, but could not help but giggle too. "H-hey, I know I'm cheesy too, but it wasn't that bad."

"It's not that, you were really sweet." Pyrrha struggled to control her laughter. "It's just that your breath smelled different, and then I realized why and I just…I'm being silly."

It was Yang's turn to laugh as she hugged Pyrrha once more. "God you're a goof Pyrrha." She chuckled. "I love you so much."

"I love you too." Pyrrha responded. They remained in that position for a time, simply enjoying the contact, the intimacy, the shared warmth. Pyrrha missed the feeling. After a while it was as if they were one, two hearts beating in a single shared body, spirits entwined. It was beautiful.

"Whatcha' thinkin' 'bout?" Yang finally asked.

"Hmm...how unfair this is." Pyrrha answered.

"Unfair?" Yang raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, I've been sitting here taking, and haven't given back at all." Pyrrha explained. "I...I might need some pointers."

"Silly, I don't expect anything back." Yang shook her head. "It was just a little fantasy."

"Yang." Pyrrha protested. She trailed her hands down Yang's back before clawing her fingers back up.

Yang shuddered, burying her face in Pyrrha's neck. "Maidens, how'd you know I love that?"

"Nora mentioned it offhand once." Pyrrha replied. "She says a lot. People tend to tune her out, but she's always worth listening to."

"True...so true." Yang agreed. "You don't...don't feel obligated, okay?"

"I know, and I don't." Pyrrha declared. "You're not the only one with fantasies Yang, and our first time should be our first time. Now stop fighting and let me...reciprocate."

"You were gonna' say 'eat you out' weren't you?" Yang teased.

"Oh shut up and kiss me." Pyrrha commanded.

And so Yang did.