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Birthday Present

I hate this, Yang thought as she stared at the door, trying to keep her knee from bouncing. I really, really hate this.

She sat on the living room sofa, trying to keep from watching the door and failing miserably. Nervousness and anxiety had long since claimed her, leaving the blonde a twitching, impatient mess as she listened to the clock ticking from the mantelpiece.

Not the short tick-tick of a wall clock, or the deep bing of a pendulum swaying back and forth inside a longcase clock. Instead Yang sat, knee bobbing up and down, and listened to the classic tick-tock of the small wood-and-gears contraption Weiss kept on the mantle. If Yang remembered the story right, the beautifully carved tambour clock had been a gift from a long-dead and well-loved grandfather, and now it sat above the fireplace, ticking away, counting down each and every second that the one last person who needed to be there simply wasn't.

Gritting her teeth, Yang watched as the hands jerked again and again, moving painfully slowly as the seconds passed. Bit by bit, the second hand made its way around the dial until the minute hand snapped forward and ten thirty-one became ten thirty-two. In the space of a breath, one year moved to another and Yang officially became one year older.

She growled under her breath and glanced down, reaching for her phone. Maybe the clock was wrong. It was and antique; there could be any number of reasons why it wasn't telling the right time. Maybe someone forgot to move it forward. Maybe the gears needed replacing. Maybe there'd been a power outage. Maybe ...

She hit the power button, and the weight that had bothered her for the past few hours settled even deeper. Ten thirty-two at night.

Blake was late.

Not just a little late. Hours late. Three, to be exact. Her last message said she would be back by around seven that night, but seven had come and gone with no sign of the Faunus.

"Yang," Weiss sighed from the kitchen doorway, a damp dishtowel hanging off her arm. It had been her turn to do the dishes. "Glaring at the door isn't going to make her come home sooner."

A pained grunt came from the depths of the couch. "She's late."

"I know." Weiss set the dishtowel aside and moved to sit beside the blonde, ankles crossing demurely as she reached up and laid a hand on the taller woman's shoulder. "Yang, she said she would try to be here. She'll do her best. She always does."

"I know." Yang slumped forward, her elbows propped up on her knees. "Sorry. I didn't mean to bother you."

"It's okay." Weiss said, her hand moving slightly, rubbing up and down along Yang's skin. "I've missed her too. I know you were hoping she'd be back tonight."

Yang shrugged and shook her head. "It's not about tonight. I couldn't care less about that. I just ... I worry about her. She's probably fine, but-"

"But she said she would try to come back tonight, and every minute she isn't here is another minute you start thinking about all the possible reasons why she isn't here yet," Weiss said, parroting the thoughts already racing through Yang's mind.

Yang looked over at the white-haired woman she shared a life with and saw the concern behind those sky-blue eyes. She could have kicked herself. Of course Weiss knew how she felt—she had to be feeling the exact same way. Worrying about Blake. Wanting to know what had happened, if anything. Wondering if this would be the day the dark-haired Faunus simply didn't come home.

Reaching out, she pulled Weiss into a hug, her fidget-prone knee finally stopping as the smaller woman nestled herself within Yang's arms.

"You are going to worry until she walks through that door, aren't you?" Weiss said, her voice low.

"Got it in one." Sighing, Yang let herself slump forward until her head landed on Weiss' shoulder. "Sorry," she mumbled into Weiss' shirt. "I know you're missing her too."

"You have nothing to be sorry for." Weiss shifted, her lips brushing against Yang's in a quick kiss before she slid out of the blonde's arms. "Do me a favor. Wait twenty minutes, then meet me the bedroom."

"... can I ask why?"

"Because it's your birthday and you need a distraction." Weiss reached down and cupped Yang's chin, pulling the blonde up into another brief, gentle kiss. "I also need the time to get your present ready."

"You didn't wrap it?" Yang asked, mouth twisted in a wry smile. With how detail-oriented Weiss usually was, she must have been pretty distracted to forget to wrap her present.

"It wasn't quite the right time yet." Weiss gave small smile of her own, then pressed her lips one last time to Yang's forehead. "At the very least, maybe it will take your mind off things. Are you up for that?"

"Depends on what you got me." She might not be all that in the mood for jokes, or presents, or whatever it was Weiss had planned, but Yang knew she was trying her best. Without any way to help Blake get home faster, she might as well play along. If nothing else, trying to keep Weiss distracted should keep me from clawing at the walls.

So, she stretched her arms over her head and settled back against the cushion to wait. "It'd have to be some present."

Weiss just gave that same wry, secretive smile, and slipped into the bedroom.

Twenty-one-and-a-half minutes later, Yang found herself standing in the bedroom doorway, eyes wide as she tried to pick her jaw up off the floor.

In the center of the room sat Weiss, kneeling gracefully on the bed, completely nude except for a long, gold ribbon wrapped around her form. It showed more than it covered, crossing over her collarbones before wrapping around her back and beneath her breasts. More golden lines crossed her taut stomach, coming down to dive between her legs in some semblance of modesty ... quickly ruined by the realization that the ribbon wrapped back around beneath the curves of her ass, leaving it bare in all its glory before wrapping back around to make a bow at the small of her back.

"Wow," Yang heard herself say, unable to think of anything else. In all honestly, she couldn't quite believe she had gotten even that much out.

Weiss just stared up at Yang, the sultry look to her eyes mixed with a touch of exasperation. "You know, for all the effort I put into this, I was expecting something a bit more expressive."

"It's kinda all I got," Yang said as she fumbled with the doorknob. "I think you fried the part of my brain that strings words together."

Weiss rolled her eyes, but Yang saw the corner of her mouth twitch as she fought a smile. "It'll do."

Clearing her throat, the blonde moved over towards the bed. "I take it you're my present this year? Then again, considering all the work you put into this, I'm not sure I want to unwrap this one." Fighting her instincts, Yang sat carefully down on the bed, one hand reaching out to brush gently against her girlfriend's side.

A shiver ran through Weiss as Yang's fingers trailed over the ribbon, ghosting over her skin to find where the ribbon wound itself back and forth around her back. "... you have to share me with Blake," she murmured, another shiver running through her and Yang stroked the skin between her shoulders. "But ... yes."

Even with the ever-present unease about what was taking Blake so long to get home, Yang felt the corner of her mouth pulling up in a lopsided and thoroughly excited smile. Slipping a finger beneath one of the sturdier portions, she tugged on the ribbon, pulling Weiss in for a kiss ... until the smaller woman stopped her with her hand.

"Yang, wait." Weiss paused, then took a calming breath. Reaching down, she picked up a length of ribbon from beside her and held it out to Yang. "I mean it. For the next few days, I'm yours. For whatever you want."

Yang took the ribbon from her hand, lilac eyes following the line of gold up and up. The ribbon came to a stop at the base of Weiss' throat, tying onto another section of ribbon that ran around her neck.

"Well," Yang said, fiddling with the makeshift leash. "Somebody woke up on the subby side of the bed this morning."

"Oh, please," Weiss rolled her eyes again, but she couldn't quite suppress the flush of heat that swelled in her cheeks. "Between you and Blake, I almost never get to top."

"You know you love it, Princess." Yang gave a gentle tug on the leash, grinning as Weiss immediately leaned in towards her, eyes drifting shut when she saw Yang's head angling so the blonde's lips could find hers. As soon as they met, Yang stopped tugging, content to simply hold the petite woman, one hand brushing back and forth across her thighs as the other slid into Weiss' hair.

Before even a minute passed, Weiss had shifted closer, pressing her nearly-naked body up against Yang, pulling herself halfway into the taller woman's lap as her hands twined together behind Yang's neck. Then she shifted, and Yang found a very eager Weiss straddling one her legs, hips shifting back and forth every so often as Yang's tongue found hers. She stayed there, drifting into a daze, until she came to with a start, jolting as Yang's free hand made its way around and cupped her ass.

Ignoring the ice-eyed glare, Yang moved her hand a little higher, fiddling with the bow tied right at the back of Weiss' hips.

"I wonder," Yang smiled, teasing. "Should I take this some sort of hint? Is little Miss Perfect in an even more randy mood than normal?"

In less than a second, Weiss turned a shade of red Yang had not seen in months. Her mouth worked silently, whatever outrage she was trying to expressing dying before the words could make it out of her throat. Finally, she relaxed back down, her head ducking down until she no longer had to meet Yang's eyes.

"Honestly, after all the prep work I did, you damn well better take the hint."

Some of the playfulness drained from Yang's face as she glanced back up at Weiss. Moving slow, she cupped Weiss' chin and drew her girlfriend's eyes back to her. "... really?"

Weiss' teeth found her bottom lip as she blushed again. "That's part of this. I-I know you'd enjoy ..." She trailed off, cheeks still crimson as she looked away.

Not that Yang was about to let her. "What do you want, Weiss?"

"I want to ... dammit. Why do you have to make everything more difficult?" she growled, although the look in her eyes when she met Yang's gaze had little anger in it. "I would like to try anal, alright? And I would like it to be with you."

"Seriously?"

Weiss' eyes narrowed ominously as she glowered down at the blonde woman from her perch atop her lap. "Yang Xiao Long, I am wearing nothing but a ribbon, in your color, wrapped up like a present with a bow tied over my ass. What about this looks like I'm not being serious?"

Yang had to give her that one. "Alright, dumb question. You've just always shied away from anal before. I don't want you to feel like you have to do this if you don't want to."

Weiss fixed her with an incredulous stare. "Do you really think I would do something I'm uncomfortable with just to make you happy?"

"Honestly?" Yang shrugged. "You don't like to make a big deal out of it, and you really don't like us making a big deal about it, but we all know how often you go out of your way to take care of everyone. Me, Blake, even Ruby. It's one of the reasons Blake and I love you. And one of the reasons I don't push for stuff that often."

She reached up, slow and steady, and ran an apologetic hand between Weiss' shoulder blades. "The last thing I want is you doing anything you're uncomfortable with."

"Yang, I want to try this." For a moment, she paused and bit the inside of her lip, before letting out a long, slow breath.

"When we were younger ... I had this fantasy of you being my first." Another wave of pink washed over Weiss' face at the admission. "Before you say anything, I know it was silly. I was in high school and you were the first person I had ever felt that way about. Then years went by, you enlisted, and ... well everything happened. This is one kind of virginity I can give you. You probably don't care about something like that, but that stupid, sappy part of me likes the idea of you being my first. I know you enjoy it when Blake and I play with your ass and ... will you please stop groping me for ten seconds?"

Yang smiled sheepishly, but didn't move the hand that was currently palming her girlfriend's ass. "You're the one who gave herself to me."

"Pervert."

"Pillow Princess." Still smiling, Yang leaned in and kissed the smaller woman on the tip of her nose. "Okay. Just promise to tell me if I do anything you don't like."

"I will," Weiss nodded. "Plus, if I don't mind this ... I really want to try taking both you and Blake."

"That's a bit of a step up." Yang said.

"You always seem to enjoy it when we do you." Weiss managed as Yang pulled, drawing the smaller woman along her leg until the she was pressed against Yang's chest once more. "I really want to try taking both of you. I'm selfish and I like this being all about me."

"You're one of the least selfish people I know." Yang scoffed. "Alright. Let me up so I can strip."

"I can help with that, you know," Weiss offered, but swung herself off Yang's thigh.

"You could," the blonde agreed as she stood, reaching down for the bottom of her shirt before drawing it up and over her head, eyes locked on Weiss the entire time.

She wasn't disappointed. The moment Yang's shirt came up, Weiss' eyes snapped to the brawler's abs, following the hem up and up before getting lost with a wanting look Yang always loved to see. By the time Yang tugged the shirt over her head, Weiss was already unconsciously biting her lip, and Yang knew those thin dexterous fingers were already itching to touch the hard muscles that lay less than a foot from her eyes.

"But," Yang said, reaching down and slowly undoing the top of her jeans. "I think I want to make you watch. Only fair after the sight you gave me."

"If you wanted 'fair'," Weiss said, her voice strained. "You'd throw me on the bed and just take me now."

"Noted."

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