A followup to the previous dumb, little short. :P

"So, I'm guessing that you saw the magazine as well?"

"Oh, yes."

Weiss takes a few moments to look up at Blake from her coffee, pursing her lips together for a few moments. All the while, Blake casually sips at her tea. She knows Weiss has more to say on the subject, just from the way her mouth is pressing tightly shut. Well, that and she looks like she's on the verge of saying more. Blake waits patiently for her to actually speak. As, if there's something she has in spades, it's patience. She knows Weiss will say what's on her mind eventually.

Patience pays off, as the alabaster-haired girl soon begins to speak again. "What was your, erm… reaction to it?"

Blake looks to Weiss, finding the girl to look genuinely curious. "I quite enjoyed it, when I saw how they turned out. I have a feeling that Yang agreed to a few of those pictures just to get my attention. Particularly that image of her washing her bike..." The faunus trails off into a small purr, though soon clears her throat and takes a gulp of her tea.

"So, yes, I enjoyed the surprise. I have to say, Ruby had some good shots done, too. I don't doubt those shots inspired an entire generation of future huntress'." She pauses a few moments, one of her cat ears perking up curiously as Weiss bites her lip a little more firmly.

"Did you have an… eventual, aroused response?"

Blake's eyes dull. "Weiss, are you seriously asking me if pictures of my girlfriend posing turn me on?"

"No, I meant… Did it end up leading to…?"

Blake's ears twitch a little in response. "Oh. Well, yes."

"How so?"

"In a single statement? I tied her up, blindfolded her, and spent the whole evening covering her in hickeys and making her forget her own name. In more than one? I don't think you really want to know any more of the details, do you?" Blake says, chuckling lightly when she sees Weiss' face light up in a blush. "Mm. Didn't think so. How did things end up for you, then? I'm supposing you had results that ended similarly?"

The other girl is silent for a moment or two, not seeming intent on answering the question. Blake goes back to sipping her tea and casually waiting while Weiss tries to work the red down from her cheeks. It takes the standard amount of time for a response to find it's way out. "...Yes. Though, nothing with the 'tying up and blindfolding'."

"What about the hickeys?"

"I-I would never mar my girlfriend's skin with marks!" Weiss spurts out in response, her icy eyes going wide in response. "That's just… not comfortable… No offense."

Blake chuckles. "None taken, Weiss. Me and Yang can get pretty rough with each other. Well, mostly on her end, since she likes it like... Anyway. Was there a point to this whole conversation topic? Or, did you just want to trade sultry stories? Hmm... I bet you two do all sorts of massaging or something to that effect, if I had to make a guess..."

The red of Weiss' face suggests that this guess is absolutely correct, but she vehemently shakes her head as if Blake had just personally offended her. "N-No, that's not what I was going to say! I was going to say… Do you think it would get the same reaction… if we did something like that?"

Blake blinks at the other girl for a few moments, one ear perked up in slight interest. "You're suggesting we, ourselves, pose for a magazine to return the favor? In the hopes that it'll make them horny?"

"Well, I-"

"Let's do it."

Weiss, who had been about to chase the idea away from the conversation with some sort of explanation or excuse that she hadn't slept that well last night, is now the one to stare and blink at the other girl. She has to admit that she's a bit take aback by the easy agreement from her friend. "I… Pardon me?"

"I said, let's do it." Blake says, leaning slightly back in her chair as she takes another small swig of her tea. She seems to have rather easily warmed up to the idea of doing such a thing, likely because her and Yang's relationship seemed to be a game of constantly one-upping each other. "It's only fair, isn't it? They sprang that magazine on us and we handled it gracefully. Besides, you can't say they wouldn't… enjoy the results."

"You think so? I wasn't sure if the result would be quite the same. It's different preferences, different feelings… What if Ruby were to handle it like I initially did?"

"Weiss, is this magazine we would be doing a porn magazine?"

"W-What?! Good heavens, no! Th-That would be preposterous!" Weiss squeaks loudly, then covers her mouth when all the eyes in the cafe immediately turn on her. Her voice drops down to an urgent whisper. "No, it isn't. That would be simultaneously disgusting and insulting at the same time."

"Then, I don't think we have anything to worry about. They'll get the reasoning." Blake replies with a smile, one of her ears giving a playful flick. "I say we have the exact same setup. We go in silence, do the shoot, then leave and wait for it to come out. Witness the results from there. I don't even want the publishers to tell us when it's going to ship. Complete… surprise, for all involved.."

Weiss stares at the expression on Blake's face, having the strange feeling that she'd thought of this ahead of time. "You've… clearly thought this through."

"Oh, yes. A lot, actually." The girl says, though then raises an eyebrow. "So, you can get us to the magazine publishers and set up a photo shoot?"

Weiss scoffs, tossing her hair back importantly (in an almost exaggerated motion). "Oh, please. The moment we show an interest, they'll be falling over themselves to get an exclusive session. We're famous huntress', after all. It doesn't hurt that either of us could make a camera weep for the blessing of taking our picture."

Blake chuckles, raising her tea. "I get it, I get it. Just give me a call when you have a few times we can go in and I'll make an excuse. Mm. A toast to payback."

Weiss smirks, raising up her coffee and letting it bump Blake's tea. "And, to seeing the look on their faces."

"Rubes, your ice cream is melting."

"Gah! Why does this always happen to meee…."

Yang watches in amusement as her sister starts frantically slurping around the melty sides of her strawberry ice cream cone. "That's why you never just lick the top first. Gotta get all over right to start." The blonde says with a shrug, giving a few licks around the lemon sherbet she had ordered.

Ruby looks at her cone with a disappointed expression, her licks clearly in vain as a pool of sticky pink drips down on one of her fingers. "Yeah, I guess… So, uh… Anything you wanna pick up while we're out?"

"Not much. Blake's getting dinner when she comes back home. Hm.. Oh! I should probably pick up some chocolate sauce."

"Oh?"

"Yup. It's 'Make Blake a Sundae' night." Yang says casually, not missing the slight blush on the redhead's face. She doesn't say anything further about it, merely focusing on her treat as she watches Ruby try to ask out of the corner of her eyes… only to shut her mouth soon after.

Eventually, Ruby finally gets her question out. "What… What do you mean by that?"

"I'll let you figure that out, Sis." Yang says with a laugh, giving her a quick poke on the cheek. "What about you? Got anything you need to pick up?"

"Well..." Ruby replies, deciding to ignore the thoughts of what that 'Sundae Night' thing was about. "Weiss DID want to get some more black licorice for her. She's getting low."

"Guh. Still can't believe she likes that stuff. Tastes like straight ass. To each their own, though, I guess.."

They step into the nearest grocery store a few minutes later, Yang snatching a cart and idly pushing it around as she and Ruby continue talking. "So, how's Weiss?"

"Good. She's got this… weird feeling about her, though."

Yang's eyebrow raises. "Hm. How so?"

"It's, uh… hard to explain. It's like she's waiting for something, I guess? Every time I'm out and come back home, she has this kinda expectant gleam in her eye. It's really subtle, but I know Weiss' body language, y'know."

"Maybe she wanted licorice." Yang snorts, making Ruby laugh a little and shake her head. Though, the blonde lightly bites her lip. "Y'know… Blake's kinda been acting the same way."

"Really?"

"Yeah. She probably doesn't notice it, herself, but I'd compare her to a spring. Last couple of days, she's been coiled up like she's ready to pop any second. On what, though, I dunno. I just assumed she was wanting to be all dom sometime soon, but she hasn't said anything. Didn't even bring out the crop."

"Yaaang! Too much information!" Ruby squeaks, taking the cart away from Yang and pushing it forward more quickly.

"I'm just kidding! ...Mostly…." She replies as she follows along behind her sister with a smile, vaguely glancing at the magazine aisle they pass down on their way to frozen foods. "Besides, I'm sure you an' Weiss have your things that you get into. Like, that whole whipped cream thing- Oof."

Yang blinks a few times as she walks right into Ruby's still body, having not been paying attention as she was talking. "Whoops. Sorry, Rubes, I didn't know you were stopping… Uh… What're ya looking at?"

Ruby doesn't say anything, merely pointing to the newest addition of her favorite magazine. Yang follows her finger to said magazine, lilac eyes going wide. Right there, smack on the cover, are Weiss and Blake. Both have the type of expression that suggests they know Ruby and Yang are looking at them, a kind of confidence in their smiles. And, suddenly, the blonde has no thoughts in her head at all. It remains this way for a solid minute before she blinks. Ruby appears to be coming out of a similar stupor, her lips drawn tightly together. If the redhead could take her eyes of the magazine for even a minute, she would see that red is very subtly starting to trickle into the lilac of Yang's eyes. It's another minute before either of them speak, Yang being the one to break the silence.

"I am buying ten copies of this right now."

Blake arrives at home just as the evening is beginning to set in, a bag in one hand. It contains her and Yang's dinner for the night, which is a rather nice little smattering of sushi, noodles, and vegetables. She gives a little sigh as she presses the key into the lock and pushes the door open. After crossing the living room and into the kitchen, she places the food carefully and glances around before calling. "Yang! I'm home! You here? I got dinner..."

Not hearing a response, she gives a small shrug. She must not be back from going around town with her sister yet. Not surprising, seeing how carried away those two could get when they were together. Everything should still be hot by the time she got back. The girl taps her fingers on the counter in the debate of whether or not she should start digging into the sushi rolls before Yang returned or not. After a bit of deliberation, she decides that having one wouldn't hurt and takes the case out of the bag. She takes one of the smaller rolls after popping the top of the container and takes a bite.

She suddenly hears a faint thump from somewhere in the house. Her ears twitch before they go straight in attention. "Hm?"

Her eyes leave the counter and flit around the kitchen.

Another thump makes her ears flick once more, though it keeps her attention quite a bit more this time. It clearly wasn't a coincidence that this was happening. Her tail begins to swish quickly behind her as she sets the roll back down in the package and begins walking out of the kitchen. Her ears are listening for any other signs of what the strange sound could be. It couldn't be Yang. She would have called out to her when she said she'd brought dinner.

She keeps an entirely defensive stance as she makes her way through the living room down the hallway that leads to the bedroom. That seemed to be where the sound was originating from, at least. One hand moves to the holster on her belt, where Gambol Shroud stands ready to strike, while the other moves out to push the door open. She quickly whips it out as soon as the door is fully open, pointing it at the bed.

Nothing there, except what looked to be like an open magazine.

Confused, she holsters Gambol Shroud and walks up to the bed to take a closer look. Her eyes go wide when she sees that it's the magazine she and Weiss did together, flipped open to a picture of specifically her. It's one of her summoning forth her semblance, the look of intensity staring right back at her. And, she suddenly knows what this is all about.

She bites her lip against the smile working it's way to her face, ears flicking as she hears a form move from leaning against the closet a short distance from the room's entrance. She does nothing and says nothing, waiting for a hand to run up her back. It doesn't matter, as Yang speaks in place of her. "So… saw all your subtly sexy pictures... I see you've been a very busy Blake."

"Maybe a little..." Blake purrs, completely ready for what's coming.

This makes Yang laugh lowly, both of her hands coming to grip Blake by the hips. With trademark strength, she tugs the faunus back into her. Her chest presses softly to Blake's back, the firm muscles all over her body pressing equally. Warm breath brushes against her fuzzy ears, filled with mirth and arousal. The hands on her hips move around to her front, the button to her jeans undone and the zipper pulled down in no time at all. "Better clear your schedule, Miss Pinup. 'Cus, you're about to be a busy Blake for a long time..."

As she's pushed onto the bed and stripped of her pants by a very eager Yang, she can't help but wonder vaguely how Weiss' night was going.

Weiss admits that it might have been a little much to dress in the attire she had dressed in the interview with. She had forgotten how much Ruby liked the combination of skirt, blouse and stockings, as well as the way it looked on her in particular. She really should have expected this. And, she was getting exactly what she deserved.

When Ruby had dropped the magazine on her desk earlier this evening, the look on the redhead's face had told her everything she needed to know. She was in trouble. There was nothing particularly sensual about the pictures of her, but it had involved an outfit that already affected Ruby quite a lot combined with the look of soft concentration she has when summoning her glyphs.

Weiss pants as she comes out of a bit of a haze, sweat dripping down her brow and the fabric of the blouse clinging to her slightly sticky skin. She vaguely sees silver eyes clouded with lust peek over her skirt to look at her before crinkling in happiness and diving back underneath for… how many times had this been? Weiss' ordinarily sharp mind had lost count, by this point.

Nearly as soon as the eyes disappear underneath, the alabaster-haired girl finds a shrill, breathy gasp escaping her as her stocking-clad legs wrap tighter around a head full of red hair. Her eyes flutter closed once more as her thin fingers grip the well-used bedsheets.

Exactly what she deserved and more than she had expected.