I’m sorry. That’s… no way for a family to be.
Who: Freezerburn What: Getting tethered, emotional conversations and rubber-banding awkwardness When: mid Feb Where: Casa de Rose Xiao Long Status: Complete Rating: PG-13
Yang didn’t usually sleep in, but she was feeling groggy and disoriented when she woke up. Almost like she was a little hung over, even if she hadn’t drank anything. There was something warm and soft pressed against her side, a hand on her back where her tank top had ridden up.
Okay, no, that was strange, she hadn’t exactly gone out anywhere last night and hadn’t actually engaged in her self-destructive clingy behavior in a few months. Slowly, she opened one eye, then the other.
Weiss was really pretty when she was asleep, a thought Yang banished to the same place her feelings for Blake and Evie had been buried, never to be uncovered again. Along with how kissable her face was, not the first time she’d had that thought since they’d gone ice skating together.
But Weiss was with someone and worse, Weiss was her friend and Yang couldn’t bare to lose another friend over something as stupid as attraction and love.
Concerned, considering last she’d checked Weiss had chosen to sleep on the couch rather than her or Ruby’s room last night, she lifted her left hand, brushing hair out of Weiss’s peaceful face. “...hey...you awake?”
That was her second thought; Weiss looked really peaceful and not haunted, like she had been ever since the rescue.
Her third thought was how nice it was to wake up next to someone and maybe she needed to go out and pretend to be that party person she wasn’t if only to not feel alone. Yang, typically for herself, pushed that thought away too. Unsure if Weiss actually was awake, she still whispered. “Bad dreams?”
There had been bad dreams, often enough that when Weiss slept in Yang's bed she often woke up with her friend snuggled in against her. The first time had startled her enough to awkwardly flail her way out of the bed and land on the floor. The next few, she'd simply been happy for the comfort. But recently, Yang's body was a little close, her skin a little too soft, her presence a little too comforting.
For that reason, she'd been avoiding sleeping in either of her friend's rooms. The couch was comfortable enough when anyone let her sleep on it, and it was safer.
Which was a point of confusion when her drowsy senses were aware of a warm hand against her face. Yang's voice whispering something, and the warmth of her body. Yang was nothing if not an extremely convenient space heater. She cracked one of her eyes open, and shook her head, "How did I get here?"
Yang kept her voice low, which was silly since it wasn't like anyone could listen in. Even Zwei wasn't in the room. "I was gonna ask you that. Figured you had a nightmare or just got you know. Cold."
Her fingers trailed down Weiss's cheek, then her shoulder, and down to her hip. Where it was safe.
"You okay?"
The hip wasn't any safer than anywhere else Yang was touching, mainly because it felt more amazing than it should have been. Weiss decided she had to be touch starved. It made the most sense, certainly better sense than that she and Yang had good chemistry.
And that thought hurt. What if they did? But what about Blake? And her entire confusing life mess? And Elsa? Weiss shoved all of those thoughts away and decided to just let herself enjoy the warmth. Yang's presence was reassuring, and that wasn't a bad thing. "I don't... know. I get nightmares all the time, but I don't always crawl into bed with you."
Though she always felt better when she did. "And how can it be this cold in California? Your father's air conditioning bill must be astronomical."
For an ice queen, Weiss was really kind of warm. Maybe not space-heater-Yang warm, but still pretty warm, her body heat noticeable through the thin fabric of her nightgown, beneath which was nothing but bare skin.
Yang really needed to not be thinking about bare skin. Especially a friend’s bare skin. That kind of thing just got her in trouble no matter how undeniable a spark she’d felt way back when they’d gone roller skating. No spark now, nope. Not even a little. That wasn’t why her fingers dug into Weiss’s hip instinctively, or why, somehow, as if by magic, their hips ended up flush against each other in the process.
Nor why she was sometimes disappointed when Weiss didn’t come seeking comfort, as if Yang might need some comfort of her own or something.
“That’s my fault. I run hot. Sunny dragon remember?” She slid her arm around Weiss’s waist, hand resting on the small of her back. “So what, did you sleep walk?”
"Right..." Weiss mumbled. She could feel the warmth of Yang's skin against her own, even through the fabric of their night clothes. It was a little disorienting. "Sunny dragon."
None of this was helping her think straight. Not that she was straight enough to think straight to begin with. That thought made Weiss snort, and she tried to roll away from Yang a bit. Hopefully that would clear her head. "I honestly don't know. It's possible, but I don't recall ever sleep walking before. And I try very hard not to get so drunk that I forget what I'm doing."
Not after that one time when she was a teen, anyway.
Yang let Weiss roll away, her hand sliding over Weiss’s hip and then resting on her stomach. She blinked, rubbing slightly as she realized Weiss had abs. Of course she did. Weiss trained as hard as any of them, even if her build was more dancer-like than brawler.
She fought the urge to pull Weiss close again, sitting up instead and running her hand through her hair because that was safer than keeping her hand on Weiss. Suddenly, hitting a club again sounded like a great idea. Yang had a momentary saddened expression on her face before it was wiped away by a cocky smile. “So you can’t drink more than like two glasses right?”
"Oh, hah hah." Weiss snorted. "My mother is an extremely capable drinker, and I'm sure that I could handle just as much as she does." Not that she ever wanted to. Her mother spent nearly every hour of every day intoxicated these days, Weiss was nearly certain. It reminded her of her dream mother in so many ways that it nearly physically hurt to think about, and she regretted ever bringing it up. "Not that I ever want to get into a contest with someone like you. I'll admit it's very likely you could drink me right under the table."
And then probably carry her home. Weiss's lips thinned into a line, and she decided to get out of bed. "Are you hungry? Maybe we should get some breakfast going."
Yang wrinkled her nose, uncomfortably reminded about old worries about her uncle - and herself. “I kind of have a confession about that.”
Her hand itched to rub at Weiss’s hip, but she caught herself before she did something stupid and awkward. Instead, she got up, absentmindedly pulling her top off as she raided her closet for something to wear. “I don’t actually drink that much. Well. There was kind of a period where I was drinking too much after Blake--”
She cut herself off, leaning on the frame of the closet door. “Anyway, I realized it was mostly depression and that it was not the right kind of habit to copy from Uncle Qrow so I found other outlets that were a little more healthy and why am I even telling you this?”
Weiss was on her feet, too, at that point, though she stopped short of digging through her own clothing as Yang decided to go topless. And then, she was pouring her heart out, and Weiss just stood there, trying not to awkwardly stare too long at... anything at all. Her hands folded together, though, and she fidgeted a bit before tilting her head off to the side.
"When I was younger... back when Winter was still around, she was the only one that really looked out for me. Mother was too preoccupied, in a way that I couldn't honestly comprehend back then, because Father was my idol. But he was someone to please and gain praise and rewards from, not someone who could be a mentor, or a nurturer, no matter how much I wanted him to be. And Winter- well, she was hard. You have to be, to survive all of that. But she was still like a mother to me in a lot of ways.”
“I didn’t know how to handle it all, so I partied a lot. It can be easy to sink into that way of living, I think. And it's... hard when the people you want to look up to most are so very flawed. You learn things from them, but you also wind up learning how not to be."
Yang pulled on a sports bra, and came over to Weiss. She took her hand and squeezed it. “I’m sorry. That’s… no way for a family to be.”
A family should be … like her and Ruby, like the way their team had been before. Caring for each other, looking out for each other. Not judging or pushing or treating each other like crap.
Her throat bobbed from unspoken emotion, before she wrapped Weiss into a hug. “We’re your family now, Weiss.”
"Well... yes, but..." Weiss squinted up at Yang before wrapping her arms around her and returning the hug. "The point is, it's okay to be upset. With Qrow, and his drinking. And it's okay to realize that you don't want to be that way, and it's normal to drown yourself in... something, when you can't face whatever else is going on. Everyone has things they can't cope with."
Maybe her own story was a tragedy at the moment, but Weiss felt like Yang needed that hug as much as she did. So she held it, even though she had to stand up on her tiptoes to really reciprocate correctly. "And you are my family. Which means that I'm looking out for you, too. In... whatever way I can."
God, but Weiss was somehow hitting on almost every worry or concern Yang had. She hadn’t even known she’d needed to hear that from someone until someone had said it. Squeezing Weiss a little harder, she buried her face into her soft hair.
“Thanks. That means more than you can possibly know. Those other ways probably weren’t that good either but…” Her voice was muffled and she trailed off for a moment before adding. “...you smell nice.”
"It's probably just my conditioner," Weiss mumbled in return. Yang smelled amazing, too. Not exactly like the florals she preferred in her own shampoos and body washes, but it was still a nice combination of scents. It smelled like... safety and comfort, and... well, Yang.
She finally let go of Yang and tried to smooth out her hair. It was getting ridiculously long. "It takes... bottles and bottles of it to take care of all of this hair. It's honestly a good thing I still get modeling work."
It was a good change of subject from the more intense things they'd been speaking about before. But it was still Too Early to be awake like this. Weiss needed coffee, and she desperately needed to be wearing clothing that was less revealing. "Coffee?"
Yang liked hair. Obviously. She kept hers long for a variety of reasons though she’d been considering cutting it. Sort of like a change, a new life, a new Yang. She looked at Weiss, trying to imagine her with shorter hair. Something chin length, or even an undercut. “...You’d look good with shorter hair.”
She took a subtle step back and looked around the room like her walls were incredibly interesting. “I’ll go brew something for you. Usual right?”
Yang was out the door before Weiss could respond.
"I could never cut it short... it's been long my entire life." And to Weiss, it was just another piece of her extremely feminine armor. Not that there weren't plenty of feminine women with shorter hair, but Weiss had always had a hard time picturing the look on herself. Though if Yang thought it would look good, then it was worth looking into, maybe.
The thought of doing something like that for Yang made her insides feel like something was tugging on them.
Or maybe it was actual tugging, because three seconds later she started sailing towards Yang. It happened so quickly that she couldn't even brace for the impact as she toppled Yang over and landed right on top of her.
There was barely a chance for Yang to turn around and try to catch her friend as she sailed towards her. It was the exact opposite of what she’d wanted; a few minutes space to sort out her own head.
Instead, she ended up on the ground, Weiss’s face in her cleavage and her hands having caught Weiss all right.
Caught Weiss’s perky c-cups.
There were low key thirsty lesbians, and there were high key thirsty lesbians. Weiss had no idea about that, of course, nor that she mostly came off low-key, when she was tripping off anyone’s gaydar at all.
In that moment, however, with their various forms of dress and undress, the closeness and warmness of Yang’s skin… Weiss’s internal screaming was taking her from low-key into high key at a rate that might have broken the sound barrier if she’d made any sounds at all.
Most of her body flushed a brilliant shade of pink, however, and a few drops of sweat prickled on Weiss’s forehead. She waited until she had the screaming under control before opening her mouth. “Do you think you could let go of me?”
"What?" Yang said, a little husky, her hands squeezing as she slowly came to the realization of the position they were in. Those were breasts. Weiss's breasts. Her leg shifted, pressing up between Weiss's, and heat spread throughout Yang's body. She was so, so gay right now, being underneath Weiss. Gay and lonely, and a little horny.
Glorny.
"Oh. Sorry..." Slowly, Yang let go of Weiss's chest, sliding her hands down to her waist as her breathing came shallowly.
If Weiss weren't a friend, if Yang wasn't so madly determined not to fuck that up too, she would have given into the temptation to see....just where this might go. If Weiss were willing, though. But waist was safe, right?
"You... you okay?" Still husky. Why did her voice betray her, why was there a mantra in her head that roughly translated to 'top me top me top me?'
“Your gigantic breasts easily broke my fall.” Weiss said, realising too slowly that she’d just made a comment that drew attention to the fact that she had noticed Yang’s breasts to begin with. The shade of pink went one shade darker, and she sputtered, “I mean- It’s not that I- Well, they are gigantic, and easy to notice, and soft, and-”
Weiss forced her lips to slam shut. A closed mouth, she reminded herself, collected no feet. When she opened it again, it was to utter the word ‘coffee’. She pointed towards the kitchen.
Closing her eyes, Yang took in a breath and then let it out. She wanted Weiss's hands on her, she wanted a lot of very inappropriate things, but she could control herself. Very carefully, Yang lifted Weiss up by the waist and stood in a fluid motion. She was still holding Weiss so that the other woman was eye level with her as she started towards the kitchen, before realizing what she was doing and setting her on the ground.
"Uh. There." She patted Weiss's hips. "All good. Lets get you some coffee."
This time when she turned around, she made sure to not move so quickly as to cause another boom-a-rang. They were somehow stuck together and it was going to be ... awkward.