Who: Yang and Weiss What: comfort When: Backdated to late October Where: Casa De Xiao Long-Rose Status: Complete Rating: PG
Yang had been extra attentive the past few weeks. It was usually subtle things; a vase of flowers appearing on Weiss’s end table, or showing up with a special order of tea and appropriate amounts of chocolate.
She still remembered the way Weiss had looked when she’d carried her out that place. It still made her angry, though she was much better at controlling it than she used to be. Why did family fail people so frequently? Yang would never let that happen to the people she loved. Never.
She had one of those chocolates today, moving just loudly enough that Weiss wouldn’t be startled when she sidled up behind her, and wrapped her arms around her girlfriend and nuzzled the top of her head. “Hey. You smell nice.”
***
Weiss had been busy on her laptop, and as Yang approached, she quickly shut the lid. Whatever she might have been up to had already turned her face a shade of red, something she couldn't hide from Yang when she looked backwards up at her.
She also couldn't hide the dark holes under her eyes, despite how good she was at using cover up. But she gave Yang a smile that was genuine, and rolled her eyes in that mocking manner that told Yang she was completely smitten with her. "Of course I smell nice. I do shower, you know."
***
The eyes were pretty obvious, even if the bags were mostly hidden; there was just something like exhaustion and weariness in Weiss's eyes that Yang could see and understand. She also wasn't going to bring it up unless she had to. Yang thought that Weiss could stand a few hours forgetting about things, and not necessarily a few hours of afternoon delight -- though Yang was generally always on around Weiss so she would definitely not say no to the idea.
Mostly she worried and she wanted to help.
"We should get more of that shampoo then, we're almost out. Actually we could pick some up on the way home!"
***
"On the way home from what exactly?" Weiss gave Yang a suspicious look. She liked plans and usually had to plan her entire life around making them, considering her work schedule. Yang had a way of being disruptive and spontaneous, but that wasn't usually a bad thing.
"Are we going on another one of your adventures? I swear I still have bruises somewhere from last year's attempt at roller skating."
***
"I keep looking for them," Yang replied, hand patting Weiss's hip. "And never find them no matter how hard I try or how many teeth marks I leave here."
Smiling, she lifted Weiss up by the waist and kissed the back of her neck. "We're going to coffee. Or tea if that's what you want. Then we're going to the beach, just you and me and a picnic basket."
Yang also had a few other ideas to keep Weiss occupied for the day, but that would be the start.
***
"Perhaps you simply aren't looking hard enough," Weiss replied, snorting air out of her nose. It was easy enough, these days, to lose herself in Yang's arms and encourage all of that rough play. Especially to get lost in the blissful ignorance that followed.
It wasn't really enough to forget everything that was going on, but it was a start.
She let out a squeak as Yang lifted her up, and her feet kicked a bit in the air. "Coffee. Definitely coffee. Though I do love those teas you keep getting for me. They're... good for winding down. Did you really pack us a picnic basket?"
***
“Mm. Challenge accepted, babe.” The first time Yang had picked Weiss up, she’d been so light that she’d been afraid she’d break her. Weiss was still light, but there was a comforting solidness and warmth to her now.
A bit less so then a few weeks ago, but that was why Yang was playing the distraction game.
For just a moment, she buried her nose against the back of Weiss’s neck, squeezing her, then gently set her down and stepped away. “A picnic basket has been provisioned, my pretty perfect princess!”
***
Weiss let out a groan and rolled her eyes, just slightly. "I'm not a princess, and your alliteration could really use some work." But she still looked amused. No one else could call her a princess quite like Yang could. It had become one of their favorite jokes.
"I can hardly turn down a picnic once the basket has been provisioned. That's just rude. But... I am definitely not dressed for this."
And before Yang could quip about how both the coffee shop and the beach would be closed before she finished changing, Weiss darted off to their room. She was surprisingly quick, all things considered, emerging in a one-piece suit and a pair of jeans. It was casual, for Weiss, but the quick addition of a light summer cardigan suddenly made the look stylish.
***
Yang lifted her hand to stroke Weiss's cheek for the all of three seconds she could before Weiss had darted away. She grinned to herself, folding her arms. There was already a two-piece under her jean shorts and tank top, and she'd packed towels on Bumblebee along with the picnic basket. Which was more or less a cooler, considering how warm it still was.
Eyes roaming across Weiss's body, Yang managed a 'hey sexy' before she had to look somewhere else and cough. "Since you just set a personal record, let's get going!"
Leaving a note for her dad and Ruby, Yang led Weiss outside. She always liked riding her bike with people, especially cute girls who she was head over heels for. It let her show off a little, though with Weiss pressed against her like that she needed a dip in the ocean by the time they got to the beach.
But she had to get the blanket, umbrella and cooler set up first, so that Weiss didn't turn into a diamond lobster.
***
Maintaining a good complexion was of course of the utmost importance to models everywhere, Weiss included. She'd donned a fancy beach hat for the trip, tying it down around her chin to keep it from flying off on the back of Yang's bike.
Now she stood nearby as Yang did most of the work, hat still tied down to her head to shield her from the sun. A gigantic iced coffee was in one hand, and with the other she pointed to a spot out on the sand. "That spot. It's absolutely perfect."
Yang was completely capable of carrying everything they needed for their picnic, and her own motorcycle; Probably with one hand. Weiss intended to sit back and enjoy the view.
***
Yang might have flexed a little here and there as she carried everything and got blanket and umbrella taken care of, getting a kick out of Weiss’s reactions. It was hard not to flirt at her; she had the most adorable blush whenever Yang caught her staring.
It only took about five minutes, before Yang took Weiss’s hand and walked her to the blanket, even though Weiss was perfectly capable of walking under her own power. Any excuse to hold hands, at any rate!
“Sit, sit.” Yang said, before sitting with Weiss and pulling the cooler over. There were several sandwiches, water, and an extra bottle of ice tea. But Yang, rather than eat right away, immediately started rubbing Weiss’s back.
Hopefully she’d get her to, actually, talk.
***
Making herself comfortable on the blanket, Weiss pushed the sand underneath it around here and there as if she was an animal trying to build a nest. She dug out a little hole for her coffee, and was just about to inspect the contents of the cooler when Yang started giving her a much-needed massage.
The groan she let out of her mouth was embarrassing enough to make her blush. "I really don't think I deserve this much attention."
***
“You’ve had a tough week,” Yang told her, switching her hand to low-vibrate mode to work through a particularly difficult knot at Weiss’s lower back.
“You know you can… talk about it, right?” She leaned in, kissing Weiss’s shoulder in a blatant display of debauchery or something. “S’what I’m here for you know.”
***
"I... I don't think I know where to start." Weiss admitted, after letting out a long groan. That knot had been particularly bothersome for a long time, and the untangling of it felt amazing. The topic, though, made her feel antsy; Like her insides had absorbed that knot and created other, smaller knots.
Fumbling with her fingers for a moment, she finally found something for them to do by grabbing her coffee. "I still feel like we cheated somehow. I still don't know what to think about my father's confession. The things he whispered into my ear to get me to behave HINTED at some of those... other crimes, but not completely. And I don't know why it should bother me so much. It isn't exactly a shock."
***
Trying to not let the sounds Weiss made distract her, Yang focused on the massage while thinking through her words. She had opinions of course, and tended to vocalise them, but much like her combat style her debate style had shifted to be a bit less immediately reactive. Thinking things through was good for fighting AND talking.
Though when Weiss mentioned the way her father treated her she might have pushed at a knot a little too hard. “Ruby would say that any weapon we can use to win the fight is useful. Sure, there are… lines we shouldn’t cross. But I don’t think this was one of them. It’s not like we had him mind controlled.”
She leaned in, and kissed the back of Weiss’s head. “Just relax, and let me take care of you.”