Author's Note: Warning This chapter contains sexual content.

Chapter 10

Ruby - down to nothing but panties - straddled Blake who was stripped to the waist. Ruby passionately kissed every inch of Blake she could reach, eliciting excited gasps. Blake's hands clenched weakly at Ruby's back as Ruby hunched over to whisper in her ear. "Every inch of you is beautiful." Ruby declared. Blake's fingers clenched slightly. "Every inch of you is delicious." Blake's nails dug in. "Every inch of me is yours." Blake shuddered and scratched down Ruby's back, stopping short when Ruby moaned. "Blake?" Ruby gasped.

"I'm sorry." Blake sighed.

Ruby pulled back slightly. "Blake, look at me." She said. Blake locked eyes with Ruby who smiled kindly down at her. "You're holding back. I want more of this."

"I...I just don't want to hurt you." Blake said.

"I want you to hurt me." Ruby insisted.

"Th-that's not what I mean." Blake struggled. "I almost killed you Ruby. I lost control and...a-and I thought you were gone."

Ruby allowed Blake to pull her down beside her. Blake buried her face between Ruby's breasts and took a shuddering breath. "It's alright, I'm here." Ruby soothed her. "I'm okay, we're okay."

"I don't know what I would do without you." Blake sobbed. "The thought terrifies me. That I would never see your smile, breathe your scent, feel your warmth or hear you laugh ever again. It terrifies me because all these things give me so much happiness, so much pleasure. I crave you Ruby, everything about you, and I lost control and I almost lost it all."

"Blake, if it meant never seeing you cry again, never seeing you scared again, I'd become abstinent." Ruby said. "It would be painful, it would be torturous, and it would be completely worth it."

"Ruby…" Blake tried to cut in.

"But that's not what you want." Ruby continued. "Which is why it's so painful to feel you holding back. Blake, what happened was an accident, and it was my fault. You warned me of what might happen, and you weren't comfortable with my kink, but you did it anyway because you loved me. I will never ask you to do it again, but you can't hold back because of one mistake. It hurts us both. I want you to bite me. I want you to scratch me. I want you to make me bleed for you. I want to leave this room with your name carved on my body in every way you know how because I love you, and you love me, and I can take it. I'm not made of glass. You won't break me. I grew up with a sister who would literally throw me around for fun, and I fell twenty feet out of a tree...twice...and I've never broken a bone. I'm tough, and I want you to stop holding back, for your sake and for mine. Please."

"What if I lose control again?" Blake asked.

"I'll scream." Ruby replied.

"What if I like that?" Blake pressed.

"I'll moan." Ruby smirked.

Blake shuddered and rolled on top of Ruby who responded by wrapping her legs around Blake's waist. "You're a terrible enabler." Blake grinned.

"God yes I…" Ruby groaned as Blake snarled and bit down on her nipple. "God yes!"

Yang's scroll rang. She glanced at it. Ruby. "Hey sis." Yang answered.

"Hey Yang." Ruby said, cheerful as ever. "How's things?"

"Pretty good." Yang replied. "Made brownies yesterday. We've been whipping mom into shape too."

"What?" Ruby gasped. "Nooo, now I'm gonna' be the only dumpy one in the family."

"One of us!" Yang chanted. "One of us!"

"Never!" Ruby shouted. "Blakey loves my curves."

"Oh, I bet she does." Yang giggled. "How's that been going for ya?"

"Good, good...mostly." Ruby replied.

"Mostly?" Yang asked.

"We...uh...had a bit of an accident, and Blakey got scared." Ruby admitted.

"Accident?" Yang pressed.

"Well, you know I wanted her to choke me, and I got her to try, and she was good at it." Ruby explained. "A little too good."

"Ruby…" Yang sighed.

"She didn't mean it, and it wasn't her fault." Ruby said. "Well, not entirely. I just came so hard and I passed out a little, and it scared her a lot."

"Are you okay?" Yang asked.

"I was fine, just a little lightheaded." Ruby assured her. "It's Blake I was worried about. She was so afraid of hurting me she kept holding back. But it's better now. I gave her a good talking to."

"Hah, I bet you both loved that." Yang said.

"Is that jealousy I hear, dear sister?" Ruby accused.

"Pfft, I want nothing to do with what you freaky deaks get up to." Yang scoffed.

"Oh?" Ruby challenged. "You don't want someone to throw you down, claim you as their own and make you feel like a goddess?"

"Heh, bitch please, I'm already a goddess." Yang boasted.

"A goddess needs worshipping." Ruby suggested.

"Yeah, well now I need to go do some self worshipping." Yang laughed.

"Have fun big sis." Ruby said.

"You too Rubes." Yang said. "I love you."

"Love you too." Ruby said.

Yang hung up the scroll and tossed it aside. With a heavy sigh she slid out of bed and headed for the bathroom. She turned on the shower, hopped in, and went to work. She tried to get off, but it was impossible. Using her left hand felt wrong, no matter what she did. She should have been fantasizing but all she could think of was her missing arm. Worse, it made her phantom pains flare. Yang gave up and finished her shower.

Wrapped in nothing but a towel, Yang headed to her room. She was unsatisfied, frustrated and in pain. Pyrrha happened to step out of Ruby's room at that moment. "Oh, Yang." She gasped, averting her eyes though nothing was visible. "Do you need anything?"

"No." Yang brushed her off. "I'm going to bed."

"Is something wrong?" Pyrrha asked as Yang passed her.

"Just leave me alone." Yang sighed. She entered her room and slammed the door shut behind her. Rushing to the nightstand, she wrenched the bottle of painkillers open, pouring a few onto the bed. She pushed three aside and slid the rest back into the bottle. The glass of water she usually had on hand was empty, so she just swallowed them dry. After snapping the cap back on the bottle she lay down without bothering to get dressed or even dry her hair first.

The next day Yang woke up feeling much like she had the day before. After a quick dose of painkillers she got up, dressed and headed out. Something had to be done and she could only think of one person to ask for help - Raven. Pyrrha dropped Yang off, and Yang knocked on the door of the house Glynda and Raven shared. Raven answered, wearing nothing but a loose t-shirt and panties.

Yang looked her mother up and down. "Nice." She scoffed.

"Mornin' Yang." Raven yawned. "What's up?"

"I need to get laid." Yang replied.

"Well, I never took you for an Oedipus sort of gal." Raven laughed.

"Ew." Yang groaned. "Also, it's like noon."

"Whatever." Raven shrugged. "What do you need me for?"

"It's been a while." Yang admitted. "I don't want to call up any old flames and I need a wingwoman."

"What's wrong with Pyrrha?" Raven asked.

"She's never been comfortable with this sort of thing." Yang answered.

"We could go clubbin'." Raven suggested. "Haven't been to Junior's in a while. Oh, wait, I should probably call in and tell Glynda I'm taking the night off."

"Will she be okay with that?" Yang asked.

"I've only ever taken off to spend time with you, and she never had a problem with it before." Raven said. "I don't see why it would be a problem now. Let's do this."

"You gonna' put on some pants first?" Yang asked.

"I know places where they're optional." Raven laughed.

"Put on some pants Raven." Yang sighed.

Raven drove Yang to several clubs, all without success, before settling on Junior's. Raven scanned the crowd for an already buzzed Yang. She pointed toward the bar, at a tall, olive-skinned blonde who sat observing the dance floor with a bored look on her face. "Lookie over there." Raven said. "Bored blonde might wanna' go a few rounds."

"Here goes nothing." Yang said.

"Knock 'em dead honey." Raven encouraged.

Yang pushed through the crowd, sidling up to the bar and catching Junior's attention. "Hey blondie, long time no see." Junior said as he walked over. "Heard about what happened. How you holdin' up?"

"Eh, I've had my ups and downs, but I'm takin' 'em on singlehandedly." Yang laughed. "Can I get my usual?"

"Sure." Junior said. "First one's on the house. Welcome back."

"Cheers." Yang said. She turned to the blonde. "Hey cutie, what's your name?"

"Arslan." The blonde said matter-of-factly.

"Yang." She said. "Do you shake left handed?"

"Some would consider it bad luck." Arslan observed.

"So you're lookin' to get lucky?" Yang laughed.

Arslan stared blankly at Yang. Junior put a strawberry sunrise on the bar and slid it to Yang. She instinctively reached for it with her right hand, grimacing as the phantom pains punished her mistake. Yang quickly turned and snapped the drink up with her left, downing it in one shot. "Aren't you supposed to sip on those?" Arslan asked.

"Aren't you supposed to be indifferent?" Yang countered.

"I thought you were supposed to be flirting with me." Arslan said.

"People think a lot of things." Yang shrugged.

"Such as?" Arslan asked.

"I hate my life." Yang shrugged. "I'm tired of feeling useless. I want to get out of here. I want you to come with me."

"You expect that to work?" Arslan challenged. "Just like that?"

"I don't know what to expect anymore." Yang admitted.

"Fuck it." Arslan sighed. "I hate it here. My friends ditched me. Come on."

"My place or yours?" Yang asked.

"Yours." Arslan replied. "I don't want anyone thinking I've found 'that special someone,' ugh."

"Fine by me." Yang agreed.

Moans, creaks and rhythmic thumps penetrated the disturbingly thin walls. Pyrrha lie awake, just wanting it to end. It was bad enough to know Yang was in the next room fucking some random chick she had picked up at a bar, but having to hear every little bit of it made it unbearable. Pyrrha finally had enough and decided to go for a walk to escape. She got up and walked out into the hallway, bumping into a red-faced Summer.

"Trying to escape?" Summer laughed.

"You could say that." Pyrrha sighed. "I'm going for a walk. Would you like to join me?"

"Sure." Summer agreed. The pair threw on coats and shoes and took to the brisk darkness. "It's been a while since I've had to do this."

"Is this a frequent problem?" Pyrrha asked.

"Not so much anymore." Summer replied. "Between Ruby and Yang, it was almost nightly for a while."

"Ruby too huh?" Pyrrha asked.

"She was usually quieter at least." Summer shrugged. "Yang's always been...enthusiastic."

"And active." Pyrrha added.

"You have no idea." Summer sighed. "Well, maybe you do."

"She's told me everything." Pyrrha confirmed.

"She does get a kick out of making you uncomfortable." Summer chuckled.

"How does this make you feel?" Pyrrha asked.

"Same as you I guess." Summer replied. "I don't mind that she's having sex. I just wish I didn't have to hear it."

"We need to invest in earplugs." Pyrrha joked. "How do you feel about Yang's...sex life?"

"As long as she's being safe and responsible, she can do whatever...well...whoever, she wants." Summer explained. "I probably should have been a bit stricter, but I never wanted her to be afraid to come to me if there was a problem or she had questions. So I've never judged or discouraged her. I was a lot more concerned about it when she was thirteen. By now she should know what she's doing."

"Thirteen?" Pyrrha gasped.

"Like I said, I should have been stricter." Summer sighed. "It's sort of it's own punishment for me, what with the noise and all."

"I can't imagine." Pyrrha shook her head. "In more ways than one."

"You think tonight is bad, you should have been around when she was with Nora." Summer laughed. "I love Nora like a daughter, but the time they were dating was a nightmare. It was pretty much every night, and Nora is loud. Thank God Penny could keep her voice down."

"I envy Yang." Pyrrha sighed. "She has so much fun. I haven't had sex since I was dating Ren."

"I'm afraid I've got you beat." Summer countered. "I haven't been with anyone since my divorce."

"I don't feel like having the longest dry spell is a victory." Pyrrha observed.

"No, no it's not." Summer sighed. She paused, looking up at the crescent moon. "I should thank you for everything you've done...for me, for Yang. I don't say it nearly enough. I'm sure Yang appreciates it too."

"I should be the one thanking you." Pyrrha declared. She stood before Summer, just inches away. "You've given me a place where I truly feel at home."

Summer gazed into Pyrrha's eyes, beautiful, emerald eyes. Pyrrha gazed back at Summer's silver orbs. They leaned closer, feeling each other's breath on their faces. Then, hesitation. Summer tucked her head down, laying it against Pyrrha's shoulder as part of an embrace. After a moment Pyrrha wrapped her arms around Summer. "Sorry." Summer said.

"You were going to…" Pyrrha started.

"Yep." Summer confirmed.

"Me too." Pyrrha admitted.

"What the hell were we thinking?" Summer asked.

"I don't know." Pyrrha laughed. "I guess all the love is messing with our brains."

On Saturday morning Ruby was a poorly suppressed nervous wreck. Blake and Weiss found it hilarious, and mostly just watched as Ruby tore through her rapidly depleting wardrobe for something she figured Winter, or at least Weiss, would find respectable, desperate as she was to make a good first impression with Winter. With some encouragement and amused feedback, Ruby settled on a black blouse with a decorative belt, black knee-length skirt with floral trim, red hooded cardigan and dark stockings. After preparing she stood in the parking lot with Weiss and Blake, waiting for Winter to arrive to pick them up.

"Ruby, calm." Blake instructed. She hugged Ruby from behind to stop her nervous bouncing around.

"I know, I know." Ruby sighed. "It's just...exciting...and scary. Family is important and I want her to like me."

"How could anyone not like you?" Weiss asked.

"You didn't like me." Ruby pointed out.

"Because you tripped over her luggage." Blake noted.

"And acted like a dolt afterwards." Weiss added.

"And she didn't hold it against you." Blake observed. "Look at us now."

Ruby clutched Blake's arms, bowing her head to snuggle into them. "I love you, both of you." Ruby declared. "I really don't want to mess this up."

"You won't mess up Ruby." Blake assured her. "You have nothing to worry about, I promise. Look, here she is now."

A high-end, silver-trimmed, white SUV pulled up. Weiss approached as the driver's door opened and Winter stepped out, clad in black heels and slacks and a white button-up blouse. She was taller than even Blake, and it was borderline comical when she bent down to hug Weiss. "Hey snowflake." Winter said.

"Winter, did you drive safely?" Weiss asked. She turned back to the others. "She's a maniac."

"I don't know, I don't see any bloodstains on the bonnet." Winter laughed. "I guess I'm in the clear." Weiss scoffed as Winter turned to Ruby and Blake, smiling. "Hello Ruby, I've heard a lot about you."

"G-good things I hope?" Ruby stammered.

"Blake, have you been tormenting her?" Winter joked.

"She's been tormenting herself." Blake explained. "It's adorable."

Blake nuzzled Ruby's neck, causing her to blush and squeak before she pulled away. Winter laid a hand on Ruby's shoulder. "I'm not going to bite Ruby, that's Blake's job." Winter laughed. "I like everything I've heard so far. As far as I'm concerned, you're already part of the family. Now, have we all had breakfast?"

"A light one." Blake replied. "We didn't want to spoil our appetite in case you had something planned."

"Splendid." Winter smiled. "There's a new hole in the wall that makes a caramel slice that's to die for." Winter turned around and climbed back into the SUV, leaving Ruby slightly dazed.

Blake hugged Ruby again, Ruby looking up at her grinning as Blake pecked her on the lips. "Told you." Blake said.

"Caramel slice!" Ruby exclaimed.

Blake rolled her eyes. "Sugar fiend." She scoffed.

Yang woke with a start, a terrible burning sensation where her right arm should have been. She groaned and rolled, reaching for the pills on the nightstand. She struggled to pull off the cap and succeeded only in spilling the painkillers all over the floor. She rolled off the bed, grabbed the nearest two pills, and swallowed them dry. She sat there on the floor naked, catching her breath as the pain slowly subsided. Yang scooped up the spilled pills, put them back in the bottle, and took a deep breath.

Yang stood. Looking around she got confirmation of what she already suspected. Arslan was nowhere to be seen. That was alright though. Maybe she had a place to be. No big deal. Yang looked around the room, picking up the clothes she had so hastily tossed on the floor the previous night. Only her clothes. She searched again. Surely Arslan had left something, a note, a phone number, anything. But after scouring the room, Yang could find nothing. It was as if she had never been there in the first place.

Yang felt things she had not felt before after a one night stand. Lonely was one. Arslan was more than just a warm body to enjoy, Yang wanted a companion. There was another feeling though, one more acute and painful, an emptiness in the pit of her stomach. She felt used. Arslan had gotten what she wanted. Yang had not, and now Arslan was gone. She slipped on panties and a t-shirt and stumbled out of the room. She walked to the lounge, her eyes struggling to adjust to bright morning light that streamed through the windows.

Pyrrha was there, sitting on the couch, reading a magazine. "Morning Yang." She said. "Enjoy yourself last night?"

"Have you...where...did you see Arslan?" Yang asked.

"You mean your hook-up?" Pyrrha asked. "No. Summer and I got tired of hearing you two and we went for a walk. When we got back her car was already gone."

"She just...left…" Yang sighed. "Did she leave anything? A note? Something?"

"Nope." Pyrrha replied. "Looks like she just left."

"No that's…" Yang started. She could feel her lip quiver and tears welled in her eyes. She tried to suppress her emotions as she had so often lately. This time it was impossible. "Is this what I did to people?" She cried, dropping to her knees. "Is this how I made people feel?" She covered her face with her hand, sobbing as she curled in on herself.

"Yang!" Pyrrha exclaimed, rushing to Yang's side. Pyrrha wrapped her in an embrace, unable to find the words.

Yang leaned into Pyrrha, shaking as her sobs intensified. "If this is what it's like...I'm a monster."