Now that Yasmin and Slate are on the same page, I'm sure the shippers will come out of the woodworks… o_o

Chapter the Seventh: In which Games are won, Fun is had, and something deeper is attained.

"Go fish, Xander."

"Dammit. Your turn." Flora looked over her hand again.

"Any… fours?" She grinned mischievously as Xander muttered something under his breath and gave her two cards that she put by her four of clubs. Looking back up at her opponent, she ran through her mental checklist what cards he had asked for lately. There it was, the card she needed to rob him of even more dignity.

"I'll take your sixes next then."

"DAMMIT." Xander gave her his three sixes, which she put with her six of hearts and placed them in her collected pile of won cards. Better give him some leeway, don't wanna have him all mopey 'cause I kicked butt…

"Next I'll be having your… eights, I think." Xander shone up and pointed at Flora as he shouted.

"A-HA! Go fish! My turn again!"

"All right, what'll it be then?"

"Well, I've managed to come by a four of diamonds since last you asked…" Flora just smiled and gave him the three cards, which he put in his pile. Now there was only three cards left in the pool. Flora had two aces and three eights on her hand, Xander had four cards on his.

"I'll be taking your aces next, then." Flora sighed dramatically and handed them over.

"And your… fives?" Xander glanced at Flora hopefully.

"Go fish."

"Aw dust. Hit me."

"Eights?" Xander tossed the card dejectedly towards his opponent, who smiled as she put it in her pile, along with her own three cards. Flora took a card from the pool, as she now had none on hand. Aw yeah, ace of Hearts.

"And I do believe you have three aces for me as well?" She grinned wickedly.

"Oh, COME ON!"

As the game concluded, the two players compared their stacks of cards. There was really no doubt about who'd won – Flora's pile was more than twice Xander's height.

"I have no idea why I agreed to play with you, you demonic woman you." Flora shrugged.

"Eh, you pick up a few things as a middle child with two younger siblings."

"Lucky you, I always end up drawing the short stick when it comes to my older brothers." Suddenly Flora grinned mischievously. She rose from her chair and walked over to Xander's side of the table and leaned against it as she locked eyes with him.

"You know… we never did get to finish our conversation on the airship…" Xander swallowed as he noticed the predatory gleam in his team leader's eyes.

"Wh-whatever do you mean?"

"How you were obviously checking me out, of course."

"No idea what you're on about. None whatsoever." Flora leaned in towards him as she continued.

"Oh, I think you do know what I mean…" She inched closer and cupped his cheeks in her hands.

"… You have the hots for me." She gave him a quick peck on the forehead and straightened up. Looking down at her teammate, she was met with the reddest face she'd ever seen.

"Heh... Hahaha! Oh my Oum, your… your face! Hahahaha!"

"Well, I'm glad one of us is amused by this whole thing at least…" Flora wiped a mirthful tear from her eye.

"I'm so sorry for laughing, but you just looked so hilarious with that red face and blank stare!" Xander stood up to stand face to face with Flora.

"So… Where do we go from here?" Flora shrugged.

"Grab some dinner this weekend, just you and I, see where things go from there?"

"I'd like that."

AN: Damn, Xander got schooled.

Desert Flower ship sails on, better pledge allegiance while you can.

I do not own RWBY, that's RoosterTeeth and Monty Oum.