** Advanced warning: gets close, but there is no lemon here, not that kind of story

Chapter 14: Perfect

Ruby the Girl in a Rose-dress

"So get this, the fastest kid in Beacon, your uncle, chasing a twelve year old through the headmaster's office, knocking over everything. Ruined the cafeteria, too! Glynda and I nearly got expelled throwing the tables up as barricades to stop your mother. If Ozpin hadn't stepped in all of us would have been bums, but damn if your mom wasn't laughing soon as we caught her." Azura told great stories, had this grizzled old storyteller look to her. Maybe it was those cool scars or the gruff attitude, but either way Ruby loved it. If only to hear about her mom, the one who departed from the redhead's life too soon. "I hear you rather ruined this place not too long ago," Azura added, sipping her punch, perhaps one too many tonight, even if fruit punch was about as harmful as warm hugs.

"Yeah, that food fight went kind of crazy," Ruby mumbled, playing with her own glass of punch, a shining red from the candles above, the many different chandeliers sending shattered prisms of light past colored stone, "but Auntie, it was awesome! Blake was all like 'wa-cha', swinging baguettes around and Weiss had a freaking swordfish! It was kind of unfair 'cus they had this castle all set up and Nora just smashed Weiss with a watermelon, so I had to be all like woosh and fly into them after Pyrrha had thrown a ton of tin cans at us. It was kind of awesome!" Ruby could feel an embarrassing snort end her giggle. Azura laid her large hand onto the redhead's revealed shoulders, shaking her lightly. A soft joy rested in those blue eyes, same one there since Ruby sat down with her tonight.

"You are just like her, kid," Azura started, downing her punch as if drinking it fast would unlock mystical alcoholic properties, "Which is why Ruby, if anything happens to me, whatever is mine will be yours. I've already taken care of it with my will. My sword Royal Charlie, and shield Saint Lucia will be about all that you can use. Might be good to diversify. Not like me, being an old woman with only one decent style."

"But nothing will happen to you Auntie." Ruby tried not being sad, but the thought that Azura was getting old didn't drift too far from the redhead's thoughts. Plus Huntresses never lived forever, the younger girl learned that lesson from her mom, the last one she would ever receive no matter how deeply Ruby wished for more.

"Not for a while no, but just a precaution. Though I got to ask, what are you, ya know, doing here?" Azura asked, giving Ruby the eye. The redhead was dolled up by Yang, with lipstick and eye shadow that matched her highlights. She was in the most gorgeous, if kind of unfitting, crimson dress Yang could have possibly outfitted her in, filled with little fabric roses of varying sizes like a ribbon around her, with the real one left comfortably in the young huntress's hair. Despite all that, she was not on the ballroom floor with Pyrrha and Jaune who were in simple tan and white formal attire, or Yang and Blake's more flashy yellow dress and black suit combo that left the dance a little heated. Instead, Ruby was seated right in the corner, far away from the music quartet, far away from her friends, far away from most importantly her date, far away from everyone and everything. Except Azura.

"Is Weiss mad, Ruby?" And Neptune. "Shouldn't you two be dancing?" He slid himself between Azura and Ruby comfortably, though the professor never seemed to get along with Neptune or his team, disliking their lackadaisical attitude. Ruby thought they were pretty cool dudes, though stuff with Neptune were weird. Weiss had a small thing for him a while back, claiming it was just a combination of 'self-delusion and his girlish looks' but it still made the young huntress nervous. To his credit, Neptune had been nothing but chill about all this. So far anyways.

"So, uhh," Ruby couldn't finished at first, looking over to Weiss, she was beautiful. Clothed in a fine white dress with blue accent along the shoulders and long sleeves, blurring the line between her feminine and masculine beauty, something she could play well on both sides, but when those blue eyes looked at her, they immediately turned away and Ruby knew she was completely and utterly screwed. "I got all this ready, planned for this like since we got back from Winterstown, and I completely forgot to actually ask her to be my date…" A colossal defeat, unspeakable defeat. Why am I such a freaking dummy!

"No problem Ruby, I'll talk to her. We'll get snow angel to dance with you in no time," Neptune offered, kicking himself up from his seat. Azura without a word slammed a palm into his chest, forcing him into the stool with such a knock half the glasses on the table fell over.

"I don't think so, popped-collar," Auntie mumbled into her drink, still holding the kid down into the bench, "Ruby, you go talk to her. Blue boy over here is going to sit still or dance with me. I suggest the former, kid, before the latter."

"I wasn't going to do anything bad!" Neptune sputtered hands up in a panic, trying to squeeze his way past the older woman's steel clad arm. To his credit, Ruby believed him, though he was… notorious for his flirtation with any girl, short of the taken ones and redhead herself. Young age can act like a bit of a boy shield.

"Mhm," Azura mumbled, taking another sip of punch, "Good luck my rosy girl."

"Thank you, Auntie!"

The ballroom floor was gorgeous, if just a reused cafeteria at its heart. Still, Beacon's marble foundations and massive glass windows never seemed quite as brilliant as they were during the balls. The whole of the building was packed with students, teachers, and extras invited to the lavish affair. Through the thickness though Ruby could make out her friends. Nora was challenging people to arm wrestling competitions in her dress, a funny clash while Ren sat comfortably as the judge. Coco was dressed in a fabulous black, though gorgeous boots still showing off ash. She whispered something in Velvet's ear that made the Faunus just collapse in giggles, clutching to her leader tight for support. Apple was there with Navy too, the little girl grasping the bigger guy tight, arms around each other. The blue haired giant had such a sweat on his brow, must have been so nervous. Even CRDL seemed to be having harmless fun instead of being the usual jerks.

Cutting between dances, trying her best not to interrupt the circling couples in motion, Ruby made her way across, eventually, closer to the finest jewel of the night. Way prettier than any gem lined in the chandeliers above or flowers embroidered into Ruby's dress. A princess made of snow, the fairest of them all standing there a little moody bundle with a pout. She wasn't looking at her girlfriend, least not directly, pretending to be fascinated by a quartet of musicians Ruby knew for a fact weren't half as good as Weiss or her own concertos. Okay, be courageous, be strong, be a leader, trust the power of love!

"Hi." It came out a lot squeakier when the word plopped out of Ruby's mouth. Not exactly the suave lady killer Ruby tried for.

"Leave me alone, Ruby. I'm going to be angry for like thirty more minutes, then we can dance," Weiss mumbled, turning away from Ruby, the ponytail whipping around as she did.

"What if I say I'm sorry? 'Cus I am," Ruby asked reaching out her hand to Weiss. Both were gloved, though the warmth was there when the redhead slide her girlfriend's hand between her own. Even if it wasn't the same, it was nice despite Weiss' continued rejection.

"Thirty minutes!" Weiss wouldn't look at her, vastly reducing the effectiveness of puppy dog eyes, so Ruby would just have to make her. One hand intertwining with the silver girl's, the second reaching up to her chin and pulling her blue glare towards its deserving target.

"How about I'm really, really sorry. I wanted to make it perfect, just forgot to ask for permission," Ruby admitted, brushing the side of Weiss' cheek as she did so. The young girl didn't really know how to be sensual, what sort of stuff to do to make herself appealing. Ruby just had her dress, her best makeup, and a lot of want, want to be with her. "Please dance with me?"

"How could you forget to even ask me?" Weiss questioned with indignation, but did not swat Ruby away or pull her hand away. They were eye to eye now, and try as she might to grimace and glare the Schnee girl was weakening to those sad silver dollar eyes and rosy blush cheeks.

"You didn't ask me either," Ruby countered, throwing her own feelings into the mess. Though that certainly made her nervous. Weiss mad could take quite a lot of forms and do quite a lot of stuff, how it came up though was often from subtle things. This most assuredly would lead to a much more placated or furious little white flower.

"But I'm the—" Weiss started, but her words became gargled and uncomfortable, the anger starting to subside into a bit of general bummed-out-ness.

"We both are," Ruby clarified, swinging Weiss' hand around slightly, trying to smile the best she could, though the conversation was about to become way more embarrassing, "I kinda wanted you to ask too, ya know?" Weiss looked even sadder for a moment, something Ruby really didn't want. The redhead in turn squeezed her girlfriend's hand, beaming bright. The heiress rolled her eyes but with a smile, taking in a deep breath to cool her attitude

"Okay, Ruby, will you be my date?" Weiss asked, performing a proper bow that was as cute as it was embarrassing.

"If you'll dance with me?" Ruby replied, trying and mucking up a curtsy, though her prince was hardly going to mention it. Weiss instead was smiling, that rare smile she hid way too hard. Tonight it was out in the open, prideful and strangely energetic. That snarky attitude she had converted to confidence as the couple pulled themselves onto the dance floor.

Weiss lead of course, placing her hand warmly along Ruby's hips, a comfortable position that he redhead discovered she rather enjoyed. Yang had taught the younger girl how to ballroom dance some, as it was much more specific than the general slow dance. Things like knowing to place specifically her left arm around the leading girl's neck for example. It was a little easier with how short Weiss was, the length bending down to fit the space between them. Each free appendage was clasped together outward, a sort of weird bodily pendulum it felt like at times.

The movement was static at first, Ruby stumbling between Weiss' practiced steps. This sort of thing had to have been taught to her since she could stand, but to Ruby it was all a new light, even after the last school dance and the park incident. Not to mention this wasn't some dance, some rhythmic motion with a friend to be enjoyed and depart from. This was Weiss Schnee, heiress to the masters of dust from here to Atlas, the girl of a million dreams, the incorporeal and incorruptible.

"Watch out dunce. I have feet too, you know," the snowy prince charming whispered though she seemed to not really mind, steps steady and perfect. Ruby on the other hand blushed so fine a red all the dust mined could not display a darker shade.

"Sorry, I look like an idiot. I'm so nervous," Ruby apologized.

"You look beautiful, you step like an idiot though. Breath, focus on me, not my feet. Look at me, Ruby." The young girl turned away from the floor, up into her girlfriend's eyes, staring straight, though that alone nearly made her trip. Weiss caught her of course, but Ruby kept looking, looking right into those ice eyes. She couldn't remember if they always sparkled like this, but now they had light to them. Weiss wore makeup, but this was a slightly different style, black eyeliner to pull out her blue eyes, white blush to keep a consistency onto those pale features. Only dark shade, the color of her lipstick a red, not so deep as Ruby's. It was almost supernatural, ethereal maybe, how much her face was like animate snow. The one give away, the one spot the redhead expected to be covered in makeup was devoid of any. The jagged gash that ran down Weiss' eye, red and raw without the least bit of hiding. It was eye-catching, almost glowing in the ballroom, and the huntress found herself thankful it was not covered up tonight. Suddenly the steps didn't seem so hard. Suddenly she could do this too. Suddenly Ruby was steady.

"You're salvageable," Weiss joked, swinging her date around lightly to the music. She was trying to match her pace with Ruby's and the quartet that played all at once, always choosing the former when forced to.

"I bet Neptune would be better at this…" Ruby groaned more to herself than anyone else, suddenly in competition with someone a league away. It was so stupid the redhead couldn't look up at Weiss she was so embarrassed. The dance partner didn't say a thing though, not until Ruby looked back at her eyes.

"Oh shut up." The silver girl head-butted her, not particularly hard, but actually head-butted her. Ruby's eyes went wide, the silver discs looking for answers as Weiss simply gave a furrowed brow marred by some mixture of a pleased and irked smile. All this managed while the girl still danced. "I should have never told you. You are really dumb sometimes."

"I'm your dummy though," Ruby replied, wanting to rub her now slightly sore forehead, but thinking better of it.

"You are really pushing your I'm cute' thing, aren't you?" Weiss seemed to notice between steps, quickly pulling her hand away from her partner's side to brush the sore bit with her thumb. Something about how cheesy it was or sweet made an equally childlike grin show up on Ruby's face.

"It's my thing, it's what I got," the red head giggled, nervously making conversation over the crescendo of the music. "I could beat your butt at cards later, that's like my other thing."

"Didn't you want to dance?" Weiss complained, stepping between two of the other guests, a pair from the upper classes. To the school's credit, no one was staring, but the couple had very quickly become very old news. Ruby was happy for that, the only person should be focused on her was her dancing partner.

"No! I want to dance with you. It's absolutely completely different in every way."

"Not really, but it's sweet, so sure, fine for now."

"Thank you, princess," Ruby whispered in reply. She pulled Weiss tighter in response to the band playing a lighter tempo. The younger girl let both her arms drape around Weiss' neck, proper thing to do for a slow dance, though awkward in front of everyone. Still, it was pleasant and warm. More so when Weiss moved her hands off Ruby's hips and hugged the girl's waist.

"If you even start on that I will ruin you," Weiss mumbled back angry, but barely. It was Ruby's time to return the head-butt, not so hard, not so violent, and not returning once their foreheads touched.

Weiss never blushed much, not like Ruby who would turn red in a second, but she was rose colored when they were this close. Dancing became something more akin to shuffling, even more awkward with the material of two separate dresses getting in the way, but it was worth it. The music was good too, not the pumping stuff she liked, but a more Weiss side of the spectrum. The kind that seemed organic, as if Ruby could feel it consume her if she closed her eyes. Thing is she didn't want to. Her silver partner was staring at her, noses near touching and smiles uncomfortably bright.

"Can I, uhh, kiss you?" Ruby asked in a whisper fearing sudden touch would send her partner recoiling away. Weiss looked a little embarrassed, but kept her swaying movement paused for a thought.

"Yes." And so they did. Wasn't much of a grand movement, or special at what was a school dance, even if the academy in question threw some outrageously fancy and expensive affairs. Still, one became two and two, three. The right atmosphere made Ruby feel hopelessly oblivious to the world around her, or maybe it was the taste of Weiss' makeup or a million other things, but right here she couldn't think of how much she looked like an idiot making out with her date in front of the school, just did it. Did it because it was the thing to do, because it was the only thing there that mattered, so scoffs from Gynda be damned, Ruby was going to have this. Or until Weiss bit her tongue, that certainly would kill the mood.

"Ouch! Whaa?" Ruby tried not to shout as soon as the teeth pincered her, trying her best not to jump straight out of the dance and make a scene. Not enough to draw blood, but damn, it stung.

"Do you really think now is the time?!" Weiss did shout, just not as loudly as the music.

"Yesh," the redhead muttered sticking out the poor mini-Ruby that got bit. Little guy didn't deserve a fate like this, stinging with small teeth marks just from harmless kissing. Whether from the soreness or sense they both just shut up and started dancing again. No one would remember her tongues sacrifice, no one but Ruby herself.

"Rememher the tihme whe dahnced in—" Ruby started to ask, thinking a little back on memory in general.

"I did not bite that hard!" the heiress replied in irritation, not buying Ruby's poor injured puppy routine. "But, yes, I remember." The memory had to have been a good one, despite the drama that closely followed, from the slight grin Weiss had at the mention.

"Well, I know it's not the same kind of dance, but it's just like that, but now were a normal couple. I'm just really happy," Ruby pressed on, ignoring her slightly sore and swollen taster and dropping the whole puppy dog act. Instead much sweeter sorts of stuff. The music got even slower, almost sleepy in the strings. That sleepiness, got to the huntress just a little bit, enough that she needed to rest her head, a spot so easily found on Weiss' shoulders. A warm little spot only for Ruby. "And yes, it was that hard, meanie."

"Look at you two. Sexy!" Yang, best sister in the world. Totes needs a gag though. The bumblebee pair slid their dance up close to them, Blake in her fabulous tuxedo and Yang in the most extravagant yellow swirling ball gown Ruby had ever seen. The Faunus one of the two mouthed an apology, but Weiss was mad, she could tell by the intense shaking grip the silver girl had.

"I will hit your sister," she whispered.

"Please don't," Ruby answered, snuggling into Weiss neck, the Heiress shivering whenever her girlfriend spoke into her pale skin, "Just dance."

Dancing ballroom style ended up a good bit more exhausting than Ruby had ever anticipated, though it was something she found intensely gratifying. Slow dances especially, with its tighter position, warm embrace, and chill nature. Much more like the twirls they did in the park than the practiced rigid system used for the faster songs. Still, it was more than worth it for those too, a different, awkward experience for the redhead.

Eventually everyone gets tired. People dropped out for rests and pairs of people one wouldn't expect took their place. Velvet and Coco going for a twirl, though Coco ended up being a bit more extravagant than most with her more liberal interpretation of a twirl. Ren and Nora popped out, the guy always running out of energy first. The hammer girl didn't quit though, stealing Jaune from Pyrrha and then Pyrrha from Jaune. Some of the teachers even did a dance or two as the night got late. Azura ended up dragging both Ozpin and Glynda on the floor together. The Faunus professor didn't dance much herself, besides a short twirl with Glynda, though it seemed a sort of awkward air hung over that.

After the fourteenth song the only pairs that started dancing without switching partners was the two of them, and the bumblebee pair barring one short switch out with Sun so Yang could go to the bathroom. After all that time Weiss was burning out, way more experienced than Ruby, but also always taking lead foot and in general having to make up for the redhead's incompetence.

"Hey Weiss, wanna take a breather," was all that it took for the heiress to nod happily and stepping out of the ballroom circle. It might have helped that the music was growing increasingly chaotic and a minor twerking incident with Yang and Blake ended up certainly diminishing the formal air of the party. Either way, Weiss was motivated to get off her feet, and Ruby to follow.

Somewhere on the ballroom second floor was a common feature found on most of the buildings in beacon, a balcony. Not very different from any of the others, it was empty, barring a couple making out in the corner from the upper classmen, who departed as soon as Weiss gave them a questioning glare.

"You know we can't really be all mad at them for that. Wasn't too long ago that we were basically doing the same thing, ya know?" Ruby suggested, hoping to cool Weiss off a little bit since the chill of spring sure wasn't doing it.

"Well maybe I wanted them to leave so we could get the balcony to ourselves dolt," Weiss retorted sliding herself into the small single seated chair in the balcony corner. Balconies were mostly all the same in beacon, pretty barren marble and stone alcoves made with few amenities besides benches, seats, a few bushes and a fantastic view of the city and ocean beyond that, all dimly lit by streetlights and the transient shattered moon. Ruby liked to be social and with friends, but she couldn't help but agree in the more contenting nature of some time alone with Weiss, especially after the somewhat heated and public activity of dancing for like two hours. Made the heiress' choice for a chair to sit on opposed to a bench a little more depressing.

"Why not sit on a bench with me?" Ruby asked and Weiss blushed, her eyes stuck to the wounded sky.

"Reasons." The Heiress shifted her legs, making a space for someone to sit between despite the thickness of her dress-leggings. Now it was Ruby's opportunity to turn a little red, though she did it with a smile instead of a frown.

"You sure? I know you can be weird about stuff," the redheaded protested, only a little before sliding into the open spot. The marble on her bottom felt cold, but white gloved hands slivered around the rose covered girl's waist, pulling the two of them closer into a much more balmy temperature.

"I just prefer things on my terms," Weiss clarified, resting her chin on Ruby's shoulder, "I like to think my attempts at being more... open have been rather effective."

"Yep," Ruby replied happy to be in this little spot, even giddy, though she did her best not to bounce up and down on her girlfriend's lap. Not exactly the sexiest behavior. "I'm so happy about all this Weiss, like, you don't even know! Sometime you should teach me more about ballroom dancing. We can practice in our room, I mean after we move everything around a bit, easy peasy."

"Maybe. You do need some work. I don't really mind so much."

"We could have like another party, but like of just our friends, though I can't promise Yang won't try to get plastered. Maybe we'd borrow the ballroom. Ozpin might say no, but Azura loves me. She'll convince him. Don't you think? Maybe like make it a team building exercise!" Calm down Ruby, she tried to rationalize with herself knowing full well she was in hyper mode, you're going to make the very pretty girl you're in the lap of very mad.

"Your head, not mine. I don't want to be in trouble asserting your idiocy. Also, no alcohol! I don't care what Yang says, I will not forget the fire incident of last summer!" Weiss declared, the natural kill joy she was. It wasn't too bad though, after all team RWBY needed some reigning in. The sisters never had quite the self-control their father meant to impart onto them, plus Blake had a habit of getting suckered in by Yang. Who else had the self-control, but the tough little Miss Schnee? Didn't mean Ruby couldn't resist.

"Don't be a party pooper." The huntress turned her head only a little, kissing Weiss at the bridge of her mouth, a place that was meant to be her cheek. The two of them locked eyes there and that familiar intense pulling feeling Ruby felt in her chest around her girlfriend came back as heavy as it had all night.

"Your dress looks fantastic by the way," Weiss was the first one to speak after that, quickly looking away to regain some sense of stability.

"Yang made it. Made Blake's, too, in like less than a week!" Ruby answered in turn, trying to distract herself as well.

"Next time I'm thinking maybe a full suit too. I like dresses, but they look better on you than me, to be honest."

"Your dress is fantastic! Don't even!" Ruby twisted a little around, the cloth of their dresses getting a bit entangled. The redhead was growing more impatient with herself, the want in her and restlessness kicking in, even if she didn't really get what or why.

"I'm glad we got caught so we could do this. I'm not regretting any of it you know, as much as it was a little scary. It was really worth it so we could dance and have fun with everyone." Ruby couldn't resist moving and talking, like she was being possessed. Her eyes danced around, breathe elevated and tight for no reason. She needed to move.

"Yeah. Ruby, are you okay?" Weiss asked as Ruby pulled her legs over her partners, sitting perpendicular to her lap instead of parallel. It let the crimson girl slide one arm behind the silver girl, hand playing with the silky white hair. The other hand rested its palm on her stomach, fingers outstretched for support, and maybe a need to just touch her a little.

"I just need to sit better is all," Ruby justified as much as she could while her mind swam in roses and winter flowers, "I just... is it okay if I kiss you?"

"Yes, you may kiss me Ruby." It devolved from there. The kiss wasn't particularly tepid, though Ruby had little to compare it too. It was like being hungry or thirsty, like if she didn't kiss Weiss this force or weight would rip the heart out of her chest. The thing was, one kiss didn't solve it, two made it heavier, three made it better in the moment and more painful in the end, four just drained out the things around them, the cool air and open environment, five made time an absent concept, six, six or perhaps it was seven, rendered counting impossible.

Ruby never had anyone tell her what falling in love was like. The fairy tales made it sound like caring about only one person, and Yang had drilled it in that it was more than just wanting to kiss people. Other than that the redhead had nothing to go on. She didn't care much for kissing, as silly as that might sound from how lost in it she was now, but no one before Weiss ever made her want to do anything, touch, or kiss, or feel, or experience. Even more than that, she didn't want to dance with anyone else, didn't even care as much about hanging out or having laughs if it wasn't with Weiss. Weiss, Weiss, Weiss, always the thing that changed what defined something as desired or not. So it might have been a little scary to suddenly be really happy twisting a slightly sore tongue around someone else's, which a few months ago sounded disgusting, but it was what she wanted right now. In spite of the reservations, Ruby allowed herself the indulgence of Weiss, the rose dressed girl letting her free hand drift upwards, slowly as not the startle, and grasp the dress chest lightly.

Ruby didn't know what she was doing, nothing guided her, and she just hoped and prayed the touch was the right kind. Weiss didn't stop her, which was a little assuring. Ruby was way more concerned with Weiss' feelings than that they were in, an albeit empty but public spot. It wasn't until the huntress felt one of her partner's touches slide down her back to something not quite as scary, but still adult, did Ruby feel confident in whatever the hell she was doing.

Ruby pulled back her lips from Weiss, their lipstick ruined totally, but she did not stop kissing, just changed where. The silver girl had such a pretty neck, something to be jealous of if it wasn't perfect just where it was. The redhead kissed there, one of the few areas the she had some experience with. Weiss breathed heavy from the kiss arching her body into Ruby's hand.

"I love you, Weiss. You're perfect."

It all stopped there. Weiss, Ruby, the kisses, the touches, the feelings, the racing hearts, the ignorance to the empty balcony around them, everything besides the empty feeling, and it was all her fault. Stupid, stupid Ruby! Why did you say it! You know you're not supposed to! Weiss looked so betrayed too, blue eyes hurt more than angry.

"Don't say that."

"Why?" Ruby cracked, trembling a bit, "What's wrong with how I feel?!" She just wanted to know. If it could be explained, if it made sense the huntress would stop, she just needed to understand, needed it to make sense!

"I'm not perfect Ruby," that was angry, "and I won't promise you something I can't keep. In three years school is over. I can't love you and leave you behind. I won't do that to someone important to me." That was not.

"Tonight was supposed to be perfect," Ruby cried, both figuratively and literally, a lot of pent up frustration emptying out in the wet lines running down her face, "I'm sorry."

"It is, now let's just head to bed tonight. Ruby Rose, I have had the best dance in my life so far, let's not ruin it with tears," Weiss replied taking off the gloves. If she was going to wipe away the tears, she was going to do it with her hands.

"Mhm," Ruby mumbled back barely.

"Would you like to sleep in my bed, just for tonight?"

"Can we cuddle?"

"May we, and yes, I think you'd be okay tonight, so long as we keep ourselves a little more in check."

"Thank you, Weiss."

"I want to say it back too, you know. I really hope I can one day."

*** Hi everyone! Sorry for the slight lateness, school has come and releases will be a bit slower (not as slow as this though, for some reason this chapter got really gunked up in the works.) Hope this was a fun one and no one was bothered by the more intimate bits. MV has well past the halfway point and soon things are going to progressively ramp up! :D Leave a review and let me know what you think and hope the sweeter chapters like this don't drone on for ya guys.

Special thanks to LazyKatze, who has and continues to be kind of key for this whole thing to actually, ya know, go. Lol She's been working alongside me on separate projects (Choice and MV for me and on her end the fabulous Layer of Ice and Fighting a Beautiful Death, both of which are amazing and you need to read now! :D) for what seems like forever, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Oh and she edits, which was especially brutal with how rough this chapter was. Katze is the broest of the bros. Well that's all, buh-bye!

P.S. Apple and Navy are cameo OCs from a friend of mine I find cute, nothing more :D