(ง •̀_•́)ง (ember_celica) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-07-27 20:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, weiss schnee, yang xiao long |
Who: Freezerburn and also introducing Jaune the kitten.
What: A Blind Date
When: Late May
Where: A restaurant
Status: complete
Rating: PG
They’d had to push the date back twice, but Yang had been curious enough to keep trying. So here she was, a little nervous. And she was filled with self-doubt and some guilt, Weiss’s words on her post still on her mind. Did she really want just a one night stand? Yes. And no. Yes, she wanted the release and no, she wanted something more.
But she was here now, wearing a white blouse unbuttoned from the top three buttons and a pair of very nice form hugging black slacks. Her hair hung loose and she was trying a clip-on nose-ring for size. Hopefully either her hips or cleavage would make her date faint and she’d get something to make her feel better.
If she didn’t hyperventilate herself into unconsciousness first.
A sleek uber pulled up, and Yang stopped leaning against the wall of the restaurant as a pair of long, pale legs appeared in the open door. Legs that Yang would recognize anywhere and her eyes rose up past thighs and hips and a sparkling blue dress to lock onto Weiss’s face.
Her jaw hung open and words completely failed her. Weiss was her date? And Weiss was hot. Oh, she knew Weiss was hot, she’d caught herself staring a lot since...a year.
But this was different.
Attached to the recognizable pair of legs was the tallest high-heeled shoe imaginable, in a sparkly silver. Weiss had been told that her date was 'tall', and she definitely didn't want to end up staring straight into another woman's breasts all evening. The dress was dark blue lace with 'nude' fabric underneath to keep her modesty intact, and sapphire colored sequins had been sewn all over it. On her wrist was a cuff bracelet that also sparkled; One of the few pieces she'd kept from her vast jewelry collection and one that felt very fitting, with its diamond birds flying on a field of sapphires.
This date was, after all, supposed to be a freeing experience. She wanted to be those birds, sailing out of the uber and into the world unencumbered by her past. But when she saw that her date was Yang? She froze, and nearly dropped her purse.
Not just because Yang dressed up like that was enough to make anyone's heart stop, though that was definitely the majority of the thoughts running through her mind. But also, because it was Yang. And her friend had set her up with Yang. Had Feyre known what she was doing all along? Was Yang just more compatible with her than she thought? Weiss wanted to get right back into the Uber, drive to the nearest coffee shop, and think it out over the largest iced coffee imaginable.
But Yang had already seen her, and there was no going back. She shut the door behind her, took a deep breath, and walked up. "I didn't even know you owned a nice blouse."
Yang remained dumbstruck as Weiss walked over to her. Her mind wasn’t racing, in fact the only thing running through it was how good Weiss looked. Her legs, her hair, her dress, the mixture of nerves and determination in her sapphire eyes.
She finally snapped out of it when Weiss spoke, flashing her a confident smile she didn’t feel the confidence of. “I can get all classy when I want to.”
Okay, okay Weiss was here and if Weiss wasn’t going to run away Yang wouldn’t and Yang had had a plan and she wasn’t going to let this little hiccup change any of that. So she took Weiss’s hand and kissed it, then offered her her arm. “I hope you’re hungry?”
Yang's lips grazed across the back of Weiss's hand and she momentarily forgot to breathe. It was a moment without breath that lasted so long that Weiss thought her lips were going to turn blue, and it took her a few seconds to even register that she'd been asked a question.
Her legs were threatening to turn to jello as she placed her hand on Yang's arm, but she'd had years to practice being cool under pressure. This was still Yang, after all. Despite the fact that she was tall and classy and unbuttoned and smelled amazing and wasn't being a mess in a tank top in the bed next to her.
Weiss had earned that 'ice queen' nickname, and she tried to throw some of that ice all around her mental space as she nodded her head. "Yes. Starving, in fact. Do we have to pretend we're delicate little creatures that only eat salads tonight? That's the usual date protocol, but you've already seen me devour a bowl of ice cream."
Finding herself grinning, Yang shook her head as they headed inside, glancing at Weiss as she spoke. “Eat whatever you want.”
That came out wrong, but she was saved by the waitress leading them to a table. And while they were being walked to the table, Weiss’s fingers still making the skin of her arm tingle, Yang had an idea.
Once she’d pulled out Weiss’s seat and made sure to order some wine and a glass of water, Yang excused herself, walked quickly towards the bathroom, took an unexpected left and rushed out of the restaurant.
Giving herself 30 seconds to get some air, she then quickly entered a flower shop next door, remembering a conversation they’d had near Valentine’s Day.
She returned to the table with a makeshift bouquet of blue roses, with a few white ones interspersed. Yang stood there awkwardly, before offering them. “Uhm. I thought you deserved something nice.”
Usually, Weiss elected not to partake in alcohol. But Wine seemed like the perfect thing to order on a date like this one, and she couldn't fault Yang for ordering it. Not wanting to somehow ruin the mood by being contrary, she didn't even say anything about it - or about Yang suddenly excusing herself.
But when she returned with the flowers, Weiss no longer had any control over the words that came out of her mouth. "What!? Why! No. I don't- these are too perfect, Yang."
Weiss took the roses into her hands and was glad to have a moment to savor the scent of them. Some roses were downright stinky, but these ones smelled amazing. "This is too much, honestly. I'm not... really a princess, you know." But she wasn't really protesting.
Alcohol was a touchy subject for Yang, what with her uncle. But she didn’t think there was anything wrong in having a little bit for a special occasion and she refused to believe just because Qrow was an addict that a glass now and again would make her one.
“No, I know.” Yang pushed some hair out of her face as she sat, feeling her face heat up. “But you still deserved something nice, and not just cuz I don’t think either of us expected...to see each other.”
The place wasn’t so fancy that the meal came in courses, it was that kind of restaurant where it was casual enough for a first date but also dressy up enough to be able to try to impress someone.
But what did you do when your blind date was one of your dearest friends so the getting to know each other small talk wasn’t all that necessary?
So even though Yang was dying to know what got Weiss even trying out those apps, she started with the obvious that was also a truth, “You look amazing. Just putting that out there. I mean you always look amazing but you look...extra… amazing.”
"I don't really know how to do this," Weiss admitted, instead of taking the compliment. She was very careful as she set the roses off to the side, making sure not to bruise the petals. Her hands needed to be free to nervously twitch at things or fold into her lap where Yang wouldn't see her nervously twitch at things.
Not that that would matter, because Yang already knew that she was nervous. Weiss was certain of that. And she had no idea how to keep up appearances on a date with someone who already knew her better than that. "I mean - You, too. Not that you weren't pretty before, but you don't always take the same level of care with your appearance. No one ever forced you to be perfect growing up, either, though."
This was a disaster. Weiss grabbed at her water glass, holding onto it like it was a life raft. "I've always liked it, anyway. But this current look of yours makes it hard to breathe sometimes."
And that hadn't meant to come out of Weiss's mouth. She suddenly decided to take a very long drink of water.
Somehow, Weiss’s nervousness was soothing to Yang. It made her feel a little more certain of herself, and a little less awkward about the whole situation knowing they were both nervous wrecks. She let out a breath, picking up her own water as if to draw comfort from holding it herself.
Look at them, both too stubborn to abandon this date. And Yang didn’t want to. She wanted to see where this went, with only one real worry. “You’re not the only one having trouble breathing right now, I’m feeling a little dizzy just looking at you. But I’m used to that.”
Her eyes fell to the rim of the glass, then back to Weiss’s beautiful face. “So before this date gets any further, there’s something important I need to say.”
Before Weiss’s mind could start going terrible places, Yang continued, “I don’t want to risk our friendship for anything. You’re important to me, and I couldn’t… I don’t think I could take losing you because we did something that went bad. Not that… this might go bad, but…”
She’d spent a year in decreasing levels of denial for that very reason, give her a break.
Weiss arched a brow as Yang spoke, but she wasn't exactly surprised by where the conversation was going. They'd spent some time discussing this already, mostly in text where it was easier to handle. She suddenly wished the wine was there, despite her own trepidations about becoming an addict.
This was probably better discussed without the wine, though. And she'd faced too much in the last year to go running away from... any of this. She shook her head. The water was already gone, but her hand still fidgeted with the glass. "It might go bad. Neither of us can predict the future. And I have no idea how ready I am to take anything seriously. But... I think if I can get through the things I've been through and still call myself Elsa's friend, then whatever it is we do to each other will be miniscule in comparison."
Yang worried at her lip, her thumb rubbing the rim of her glass in a pattern she wasn't paying attention to. It was like a nightmare, the thought of losing Weiss, after losing Blake for so long, after feeling like the family she'd wanted had slipped from her grasp.
But she couldn't deny that somewhere between the skating rink, the rescue, the nights where Weiss needed to be held and... god knew what else, that she'd become attracted to her. And not just the kind of attraction where she really would like to drag Weiss into the ladies room and make her scream, but the kind with messy emotions. The kind where Yang wore her heart on her sleeve and was desperately afraid.
It was kisses in the rain and long talks at night kind of emotions. Laying Weiss out on a bed of flower petals surrounded by candles kind of emotions.
Before she could crack her glass she set it back down. The sudden intensity was both alarming and expected. Yang clamped it down. Weiss might not be like a skittish cat Faunus but she also maybe wasn't ready for something serious.
"I think it's been pretty obvious how touch starved I've been. But I've been starved for..." She trailed off, frustrated, then bluntly said, "I like like you and I'm tired of pretending like I don't."
There, she'd said it. Weiss might be attracted to her but that didn't necessarily mean anything. So all she could do was brace for rejection and hope for the best.
"No one asked you to pretend like you didn't like me!" Weiss replied, flailing a hand and nearly chucking her glass off into a nearby waiter in the process. She carefully set it down before she caused some kind of accident. "It's a kind of a mess, but no one ever told you to do that. My father nearly choked me to death for being gay and tortured my last girlfriend and twisted me all up inside until I couldn't even be certain I actually liked women. Like it was all just an act of rebellion and Elsa had confused me instead of it just being-"
Weiss cut herself off for a second. They were, after all, in public, and there were definitely eyes on them. Maybe this was a level of dirty laundry people weren't supposed to air. Was she embarrassing herself or Yang? She had no idea. "- but it is. I like women. And if women like me back, they should tell me so. So... thank you."
Yang couldn’t decide just how adorable Weiss was being, and she couldn’t hide the smile that slowly grew across her face. “I’m sorry. I only meant that… you’re my friend, and I didn’t want to lose that and I thought maybe if I ignored it it would go away.”
She rubbed her hand across the back of her neck, thinking of how hard and easy it had been to flirt at Weiss. “...guess it didn’t really work.”
Wait.
“Are you implying you like me back?”
"Well I-" Weiss squinted her eyes for a second, realising the words that she'd just blurted out. Then she raised her eyebrows, and shrugged a shoulder. "I guess I am. And I don't think this is going to go away, even if we do try to ignore it."
It was already out there, after all. They'd both decided not to run away from this date, they were both sitting there, and both of them had blurted out some things that couldn't be taken back. Weiss wasn't even sure she wanted to. "Lets not ignore it. If it doesn't work out, then... My entire life has been about being perfect and getting everything right. And... frankly, that's exhausting. Sometimes you have to try something and make a mess."
“I’d love to make a mess with you.”
Before Yang could embarrass herself further, the wine arrived, and she stared at the bottle in the ice with a sense of unease before returning her attention to Weiss. She leaned on the table a little and propped her chin on her hand as she looked at her. “Maybe it’s better by getting it right despite the mess than trying to be perfect.”
"It's certainly better than sharing a living space and sometimes a bed while we pretend we aren't feeling anything about it," Weiss replied, sounding far more confident than she actually was. She, also, eyed the wine bottle warily before picking up her menu and fidgeting with it. "So... we'll just... play it by ear?"
“Play it by ear,” Yang agreed. There was a flash of a mental image, Weiss laying on the bed, her hair in a halo around her head on the pillow. Her nightgown pulled down low and Yang ravishing her throat, jaw and ear. At least the first part had happened once or twice...
She blinked her eyes and snapped herself out of it, downing the rest of her water in one long glug. Jesus.
“Hey Princess, order what you want okay?” She didn’t want either of them to hold back in eating out of adhering to some ancient etiquette book.
If nothing else, she was able to relax, enjoying Weiss’s company without thinking too heavily on the reason they were out together, until they had dessert in a doggy bag (mostly for Ruby).
Yang’s right hand twitched every time it brushed Weiss’s, until she gave into the urge and held it. She still had no idea how she was going to take Weiss home without it looking weird, but that was a problem for future her to worry about.
She was giving into another urge, that to brush her fingers along Weiss’s cheekbone to push her hair back as an excuse, when something mewled in a box as they walked past it.
Weiss's pulse was skipping all over the place during their walk, and she was almost grateful for the sound that interrupted Yang's hand, if only because it gave her a few seconds to catch her breath.
There was a part of her in some place and time that would have ignored the box and its mewling noises. Picking up strays of any kind was absolutely forbidden in the Schnee household; A harsh lesson she'd learned when Winter had tried to bring home a bird with a broken wing. They had both been children, too young to understand why the action was 'wrong'. Now? Both Weisses firmly believed in lost causes and altruism.
So she brushed past Yang, letting her fingertips skitter along Yang's body before walking over to the box and examining it. Inside was the most pitiful creature imaginable. A kitten, with blue eyes and what she thought would have been orange and white stripes if it hadn't been so dirty. It mewled again, desperately, and Weiss had a hard time not tearing up. "Someone left this creature on the side of the road," She called over to Yang. She tried very hard to sound like the Weiss everyone knew and loved instead of a puddle of goo and emotions.
It took a moment after Weiss’s fingers had left her body for Yang to remember anything else. When had she gotten so into her? When was the last time she’d gotten so into anyone? Actually, she didn’t want to think about that, because it still made her a little sad.
So she watched Weiss, admiring Weiss’s ass before the situation asserted itself. And then she was admiring Weiss being absolutely adorable at a kitten and Yang’s smile could light a room.
She came over, looking down at it, then immediately unbuttoned and removed her shirt, kneeling down to wrap it around the kitten, which she promptly held out to Weiss. “He’s gonna need a bath.”
She had another shirt stowed away in her saddle bags anyway.
The kitten poked his orange nose out of the collar of the shirt and mewled pitifully.
The poor creature was filthy, and Yang wasn't wrong about the fact that it would need a bath. Weiss knew that the old her would have turned her nose right up at the entire situation and walked away, or at least rescued the thing only to hand the hard work off to someone else. But she couldn't do that this time, and Yang had just sacrificed her shirt.
She tried very hard not to drop the poor thing on the ground at the thought of Yang standing there without a shirt on.
"You should probably get out your phone and google what we need to get to make this little guy clean again. Because obviously my hands are full now." She said, while cuddling the kitten in against her chest. It didn't even bother to protest, or claw her, which made the thing all the more endearing.
Weiss looked ridiculously endearing, with the kitten against her chest and an almost adoring expression on her face. Yang had been fighting her attraction the whole night (and then only half-heartedly), and she reached over, hand stroking Weiss’s cheek as she tilted it up. She almost, but not quite, kissed her, stopping herself at the last minute so that their breaths mingled, if only to give Weiss an out if she wanted to take it.
It was a kiss that would have been easy to escape, Weiss being as short as she was - even in heels. She could have ducked out of it, making any number of excuses about the kitten in her arms (who wasn't even putting up a fight) or the hour getting late.
But there was a look in Yang's eyes that was hard to ignore, an intensity to the purple that she'd never noticed. When had Yang's eyes simmered in such a perfectly violet shade? How had she ignored that for so long now?
And the look reminded her of another time. A time where she'd woken up in Yang's arms as they fled the scene of her father's family home. They were different looks, of course, but always with that same undercurrent. The one that told her that Yang had her back, had always had her back, and always would. Everything else was falling apart, but Yang could be the rock that she broke against, if she needed to.
And so instead, she got up on the tips of her toes and pushed her lips up against Yang's.
It was Yang’s nature to be that rock. It had been since she’d been forced into both the sister and mother role for Ruby, a role that had helped forge her into the woman she was now. And it was lonely sometimes, though Yang would do it without any promise of reward.
And yet Weiss kissed her back, and a sense of relief and powerful emotion washed through her. It was okay, it would be okay.
Yang slid her hand to the small of Weiss’s back, pulling her in, letting the kiss linger and go where it might.
At least until the little kitten mewled in protest at being smushed between the two women.
Weiss had her arms around Yang's neck and was practically off of her feet before her ears caught the pitiful meow of complaint. She'd been so swept up in the kiss and her own emotions that she'd completely forgotten the ball of fur still curled up against her chest - and now shoved full force into Yang's.
It took a few careful seconds for her to disengage in some way that wouldn't make her drop the poor thing, and when she finally took a step away her cheeks were red. She gave Yang a sheepish smile, "Well- That was- We should get this guy home."
Her words were so breathless she worried Yang wouldn't even hear them.
The kitten had probably saved them from something embarrassing. It took Yang a moment to realize her hair was starting to glow, and she dug her fingers into her palm until her semblance calmed down.
Face reddening, she ran her other hand through her hair, nodding once, then nodding again and finally smiling a little sheepishly. "Yeah... Yeah we should get him home."
Honestly, this had been the best datey ever.