I would recommend reading the first chapter my other fic "Lots of Spots" before reading this, though it's not strictly necessary.

I'm Not Jealous

Yang was like a cat watching a laser pointer. The irony wasn't lost on her, since she was watching Ruby and Blake of all people. The two were scurrying around, Ruby especially, getting ready to head out together.

Yang was certainly neither miffed nor jealous that her two years younger little sister had gotten into a relationship before her. Not in the slightest. But maybe just a little... And if she truly was, she'd never say that out loud.

"Um, I think we're ready," Blake said to Ruby, coming to a halt.

"Scroll, snacks, tickets, and I'm wearing clothes! Yup, we're good!" Ruby smiled happily. Yang probably should have been concerned that wearing clothes was last on Ruby's list, but at least it was there.

"OK, we'll see you two later," Blake said to Yang and Weiss, who was also present in the room. "Let's go, Ruby."

"Darling, carry me!" Ruby, without waiting for actual permission, leapt into Blake's arms, wrapping her arms around the faunus girl's neck. Blake, who staggered under Ruby's sudden weight and nearly fell over.

"D-darling?" Blake's face quickly turned red.

"Oi, oi. Take it easy on your first date! Slow down!" Yang laughed at Ruby's antics. Well, at least she was happy. "And Blake, I see that look on your face. Wearing clothes better stay on Ruby's list for the rest of the night." Blake's face quickly lost its red hue, and then some, as she blanched.

"G-got it..." She suddenly seemed to find new strength, easily hefting Ruby and hurrying out of the room and away from her date's overprotective sister.

"Aww, they're so cute. I'm glad she ended up with Blake, you know, and not someone else," Yang said absently, kicking her feet as she sat on her bed.

"Oh?" Weiss spoke up, now that the commotion was over with. "Is there someone you're glad she's avoided?"

"Well, honestly I half expected her to ask you out." Yang shrugged.

"What?" Weiss gave Yang a baffled double-take. "OK, there are so many things wrong with that statement, but first of all, why?"

"Ruby doesn't always act like it, but she likes attention. Out of everyone here, you give her the most what with all the tutoring and stuff. I figured she'd have ended up sweet on you." Yang winked with a grin.

"Yes, because if your sister is a lesbian then I must be as well."

"What? You saying you'd never go for a girl?" Yang chuckled teasingly. Weiss just rolled her eyes, ignoring the remark.

"Look, as far as your sister goes, I just saw that she needed help. She'd be a total mess without me." Weiss waved off Yang's earlier suggestions. "Besides, it'd be really bad if our leader ended up a drop-out."

"True..."

"And Ruby was my first friend here, and she was nice to me even though... I..." Weiss cleared her throat nervously. "And... now that I think about it... Blake..." Weiss looked concerned. "A-are we sure that Ruby and Blake will be OK together? I-I mean, they're both troublesome people and-"

"Oh, chill, Weiss. They'll be fine. Yes Ruby's a spaz and Blake is... Blake, but I think they'll be fine together. Ruby is nice and Blake needs someone like that. People like you and me are too... edgy." Weiss frowned at that. "Look, all I'm saying is that you can put away your mother hen feathers for the night and relax."

"M-mother hen?" Weiss exclaimed, blushing. "Ruby is lucky to have someone like me keeping an eye on her! In fact, why are you so glad she didn't end up with me?"

"Guh! Err..." Yang swallowed. She hadn't seen that one coming. Well, it was time for a little honesty, she supposed. "Well, maybe I was a bit jealous!"

"Huh...?" Weiss blinked, her hostility fading immediately.

"You think you have things to worry about with Ruby? I've been her big sister for the past fifteen years. Trust me, I know worrying! Ruby already had me, and now she has you." Yang sighed. "Maybe I want to be worried over for once..."

"Oh... o-oh..." Weiss glanced around, but help wasn't coming. "Look, Yang, um, if you want help studying or anything else, um, reasonable like that, then I'm plenty willing..."

"Cool..." Yang shrugged, looking down at her feet.

"Wait." Weiss pursed her lips. "Ruby dating Blake doesn't stop me from tutoring her..."

"Doesn't make what I said any less true." Yang kept her eyes away from Weiss's.

"I didn't suggest it did. That doesn't answer my question." Weiss stepped closer to Yang, trying to catch her ever elusive eyes. She pulled back quickly when Yang suddenly sat up, a fierce look on her face.

"Because I am jealous! I think you're pretty and want you for myself, OK?" Yang snapped, clenching her fists tightly. Weiss had no answer or response for that, just standing there, on her back foot, totally flabbergasted. "Err, I guess me and Ruby both got the liking girls thing from dad... So, uh, I'm gonna be anywhere but here! Bye!" Yang was on her feet and out of the room in a flash.

Only when the sound of the door slamming shut reached her ears did Weiss find the impetus to move her head and look in the direction Yang had gone. She then composed herself and went to her desk, finding a little notebook that was held shut by an electronic lock that only opened to her thumbprint.

She was a little old fashioned and liked to write in a diary. It helped her calm down whenever her mind was racing a little too quickly and she needed to slow it back down. She opened to a fresh page and grabbed a pen to begin writing.

Dear Diary,

Today I learned a most interesting fact about my teammate, Yang Xiao Long. Not only does it appear that she likes women, but that she has feelings for yours truly. I-

Weiss frowned as she began her third... scribble. She knew what she had intended to write, but what she actually scrawled onto paper was an indecipherable mess. She took a deep breath and sighed, shutting the diary. It clearly wasn't helping her at the moment.

She stood and decided that perhaps a trip to the library would help. If she couldn't put her own words on paper, then perhaps she could at least read someone else's. She sorely needed some sort of distraction.

"OW!" But, apparently, she was already plenty distracted. She'd pulled the dorm door open... and into her own face. "This is going to be a very long day. Very long indeed." She scowled and, more carefully this time, exited the room.

. . .

Yang lifted her scroll to the lock on their door the next day, ready to retire to their room for the night. Apparently, she was expected. The door swung open and she found herself face-to-face with Weiss.

"Oh n-" Yang was ready to bolt, not prepared to deal with Weiss just yet. She didn't get a choice in the matter. Weiss surged forward, grabbed Yang's elbow, and dragged her off to a quiet corner of the building, away from the prying ears of their teammates and neighbors.

"Start talking!" Weiss demanded.

"Wh-what?" Yang backed away. What did Weiss want her to say? It wasn't like she had some big secret! She just liked her!

"You sprung a big surprise on me yesterday and you've been avoiding me ever since!" Weiss snapped harshly, seeming quite mad at her.

"Well I was kinda trying to avoid this!" She may have been attracted to Weiss, but no amount of rosy tint could hide Weiss's temper.

"Oh, yes, great! You were trying to avoid an argument! Well guess what? That's why I'm mad!" Weiss stomped her foot to punctuate her words.

"Let's be honest here! You're not known for your calm, understanding nature!"

"And you aren't known for taking things seriously! You tell me that and then disappear! For all I know you were just messing with me and laughing behind my back!"

"What?" Yang's jaw dropped. "What the hell kind of person do you think I am?" she shouted incredulously. Did Weiss really think of her like that? "How could you suggest that!" At that, Weiss put her hands over her ears.

"Why are we yelling?" she, ironically, yelled back.

"You're yelling at me!"

"I do not yell, I raise my voice!" Weiss insisted.

"I... I... GRR!" Yang was ready to pull her hair out. Well, not that she'd ever actually do that to her hair, but this was getting ridiculous. "Dammit, you can stop me if you want to!"

"Wh-" Weiss had only a second to process what was happening as Yang grabbed her face and then pulled her close. Their eyes met for a split-second before Yang pressed her lips against Weiss's. The surprise kiss was short lived, and Yang, more slowly than she'd gone in, pulled away.

"Um... you... you didn't stop me," Yang pointed out.

"I... did not..." Weiss replied shyly. Yang bit her lip, the pink hue that had taken over Weiss's cheeks and the timid look in her eyes was... tantalizing. She couldn't hold back. Weiss hadn't stopped her. She raced back in, but her lips collided not with Weiss's lips, but her palm.

She had stopped her this time.

"Wh-why?" Yang asked, heart sinking. Was she about to be rejected? But Weiss had let her the first time! She couldn't do that! It would be too cruel, even for someone known as the "Ice Queen!"

"It's just that..." Weiss took a step away from Yang and straightened out her dress. "Look, I'm well aware now that you're honestly interested in me. But, yesterday, you told me that I'm 'pretty' and 'you want me.' Honestly, that's a little underwhelming. I need more than that."

"L-like what?" Yang gulped. This was getting more complicated than she'd expected. She should have known Weiss wouldn't make this easy on her.

"I'm used to people wanting me for various reasons. All of them less than romantic, I'm afraid. You need to prove yourself." Weiss crossed her arms firmly.

"What?" Yang's eyes nearly popped out of her head. "Oh come on! You know I'm not like that!"

"I've only known you for a few months." Weiss countered.

"Still!" Yang was dumbstruck. How could Weiss have so little trust in her?

"Hey! I'm giving you a chance! That's way more than most people would get!" Weiss pointed a stern finger in Yang's direction. "You want me? Prove it!"

"A-all right! I get it!" Yang gave in. "I'll prove it! J-just give me a bit..." Yang rubbed the back of her neck. She was not looking forward to having to actually court Weiss.

"Good. I'll be waiting." With that, Weiss strode past her, heading back to their room first. Yang took her time wandering her way back. She finally crawled into her bed and tried to think of what she could say.

"Umm... you're really pretty?" she whispered to herself. "Ugh, wow..." She couldn't think of anything. "I... don't want you for your money?" Yes, because if she said it, it definitely proved that she was honest. Was this all she had? Was she really that shallow? Was Weiss just a pretty face to her with a pair of extremely kissable lips that she wanted to abuse mercilessly?

"Maybe..." She sighed. Maybe that was the case. If so, then wasn't it a bad idea? Weiss was her teammate. Rushing into an empty relationship would screw everything up. Maybe... she should just give up.

. . .

Yang finally was able to close her eyes and wait for sleep. Before consciousness faded from her entirely, she felt her bed shake a little. She opened her eyes to see a long wave of white hair that shone in the moonlight.

"Weiss-" Yang was about to exclaim, but Weiss lifted a finger to her lips.

"I was... thinking about that kiss." Weiss crawled into Yang's bed, and was soon straddling her. "I think... maybe another one would help me understand things better."

"Y-yeah?" Yang swallowed, trying to sit up so she could close the ever shrinking gap between them.

"Yeah." Well, she was asking for it! Yang fell back, but threw her arms out to bring Weiss down with her.

"Gah!" Yang jumped up with a start. She'd just accidentally slapped herself in the face. Her head whipped back and forth, but there was no sign of Weiss. It had been a dream. "No fair..." she grumbled. "Screw it, I'll try." Apparently she wasn't going to be able to give up on Weiss that easily, not if she was going to be having dreams like that. A dream she really wanted to make real.

And so the next morning came and the four members of Team RWBY were hastily preparing to go to their morning classes. Well, most of them were in a rush. Weiss, perfectionist that she was, had been ready for the past ten minutes.

"OK! Let's go!" Ruby shouted once her shoes were on and tied. She reached out, grabbed Blake's hand, and made her way out the door.

"W-we're holding hands?" Blake stuttered as she was dragged out of the room.

"Yep!"

"In p-public?" Whatever answers or further concerns or protests came next were muffled when Yang bumped the door shut with her heel, blocking Weiss's exit.

"Yang?" Weiss raised a curious eyebrow.

"We need to talk!" Yang stated.

"We're doing this now?" Weiss placed a hand on her forehead and shook her head. "We'll be late for class!"

"That's fine." Yang crossed her arms adamantly.

"Oh, very well. What have you come up with?" Weiss capitulated and looked Yang in the eye expectantly. Yang wished she wasn't - it made her nervous. She opened her mouth, ready to say what was on her mind... and then... nothing. She realized she didn't have anything.

She'd chosen to do this, but never gotten around to coming up with her answer. She'd been in such a hurry to get it over with as soon as she could get Weiss alone, she'd gotten ahead of herself.

"Um." Yang took a nervous breath. "Crap, crap, crap!" She fretted mentally.

"Look, Yang." Weiss frowned sympathetically. "You don't have to force yourself, I-"

"No! I got this!" Yang insisted. And suddenly, she truly did. Her mouth went faster than her thoughts. "I said I worry about Ruby, right? I know I need to let her grow up and I need to back off eventually, but I still can't help but keep an eye on her. I'm not just gonna quietly sit by and let bad things happen to her. And this means I've sort of been watching you too... and I haven't said anything."

"Hm?" Weiss tilted her head curiously.

"I mean... I haven't seen anything bad or that would make me want Ruby to keep away from you." Well, aside from the fact that Yang wanted Weiss for herself, but thankfully she didn't need to worry about potentially competing with her sister anymore. "What I did see was... someone smart and graceful and... I mean I really didn't have a good opinion of you at first, but that changed."

"OK..." Weiss actually seemed to be nervous herself at that point. Perhaps she hadn't expected Yang to actually find an answer.

"And then I started wondering what It'd be like if I had that. I wanted to see it... up close, I guess." Yang fidgeted. "I... want to find out all the other things about you, because from a distance, I know I'll never see everything."

"I see." Weiss cleared her throat, standing up straight. "Well, Yang, it sounds like you want to date me."

"Um... mhm..." Yang nodded tentatively. "Ugh, I feel like such a loser..." She felt so off balance, like she was at Weiss's mercy with no power of her own, just waiting for judgment to be passed on her.

"Hmm, I suppose that's fine."

It took Yang a second to realize that she'd actually done it. Weiss had agreed to date her. "N-no kidding?"

"None at all." Weiss smiled.

"YES!" Yang flew at Weiss. For her dream to truly be fulfilled, she was going to need another kiss. And... once again she collided with Weiss's palm. "Eh?"

"Yang." Weiss spoke, now scowling at her instead.

"Um... yes?" Yang met her eyes anxiously.

"I said date. You want to get to know me better, right?"

"I... I guess I kinda did say that..." Yang shuffled backward. "DAMMIT!"

"And, if I'm understanding how this all works, a date is the perfect opportunity for you to do so!" Once again Weiss smiled, but there was a deviousness to it. "You'll take me out to eat, and you'll pay!"

"I will?"

"Yes! After all, being rich, I've been spending my family's, thus my, money for years. It'd be nice to have someone spend their money on me for once," Weiss explained, using a line obnoxiously similar to one Yang had not long go.

"That... doesn't even make sense. What? Daddy never bought you anything shiny?" Yang grumbled. "Don't mock me, princess!" she added mentally.

"Yang Xiao Long, watch your tone or I will turn this date around!"

"You mean you'll buy me dinner?" Yang smirked. Weiss just began sputtering in exasperation before taking a deep breath.

"See me Friday after classes are over..." She then stomped her way past Yang. "Now, can we please go before we're any later?"

. . .

Yang found herself standing before a building that normally she wouldn't even go near, except perhaps in passing. It had lavish, velvet curtains and many other such decorations adorning its walls and windows.

"H-here?" Yang gulped nervously. It was probably the most lavish restaurant in the city that one could even hope to get into without a reservation.

"Of course. Do you think I'd settle for anything less?" Weiss scoffed haughtily. Suddenly she didn't look so attractive, but Yang grit her teeth and kept her cool. She was never one to back down when she really wanted something.

"Fine! Let's go!" Yang stood up straight and Weiss actually flinched in surprise.

"Really? I... err..." Weiss stuttered, wide-eyed. "I was kidding! I didn't think you'd actually agree to take me someplace this expensive! We can go wherever you want, it doesn't have to be here!"

"Hey! I'm not broke. I can do something like this once. Besides, only the best for you, right?" Yang shrugged.

"Y-Yang..."

"Welp! Let's go!" Yang grabbed Weiss arm and led her now stumbling and perplexed date into the restaurant.

They didn't broadcast it, but it didn't take long for the staff to realize who Weiss was, and they soon were escorted to a table. Yang wasn't sure whether to be appreciative of or embarrassed by such preferential treatment.

"Uh, um... i-if you want me to translate the menu for you, I-" Weiss stuttered nervously, squirming in her chair, but Yang just shot her a disbelieving look.

"How uncultured do you think I am?" Yang said with a raised eyebrow. Weiss just shrunk in her chair and looked ready to keep quiet for the rest of the date. "And don't even think of ordering a cheap salad just for my sake."

"I-I don't think even the salads here are cheap," Weiss mumbled, averting her eyes ashamedly.

"What are you talking about." Yang flipped to a different page on her menu to find the salads. "There's no way they're th-" Upon doing so, she immediately flipped back away, not wanting to acknowledge the fact that anyone would actually charge that much for a salad.

Despite what she'd said, Yang really didn't understand half of the menu. There were lots of high-class food terms that meant nothing to her as she scanned the menu. What she did understand was steak, so a steak it would be. She didn't even bother looking at the price, for she really didn't want to know.

When a waiter took their order, Weiss ordered something involving fish, which for some reason didn't surprise Yang. Fish just seemed so classy compared to steak, in her mind at least.

Yang was aware that the date was not going well. An awkward air had descended upon it. Weiss couldn't seem to get comfortable in her seat and wasn't talking much. Yang, usually able to form a conversation out of nothing about anything... couldn't. They'd pretty much been arguing since they'd gotten there. It was nothing horrible or loud that would make things difficult in public, but they weren't having fun.

Finally the food arrived and Yang just sort of tilted her head curiously at the sight of her plate. She'd eaten out before, but somehow this was different.

"It's like... a work of art," Yang commented, looking her meal over.

"They do it on purpose," Weiss replied. "They want to stimulate your appetite using all of your senses. First it has to look good, then it has to smell good. If they did their job right, you'll already think that it's delicious before it even enters your mouth. That way, it seems even better when you actually do taste it. And this is nothing compared to places daddy has taken me in the past."

Yang nodded, glad that Weiss had actually found something to say that, better yet, wouldn't spark another argument. Then she chuckled, smirking. "Wait, wait, wait. You call him daddy? At your age?"

"Wh- err, yes. Is that so wrong?" Weiss scowled. Yang just smiled and held her hands up in apologetic surrender.

"No! 'Course not. It's... cute. I just didn't expect it from you. You always seem so mature."

"Oh." Weiss cleared her throat. It seemed Yang had saved the moment. "Well, since we're here, why don't you hurry up and eat. See what you think."

"Alright." Yang picked up her fork and knife. It certainly did look good, various greens and other tidbits arranged around the main course to make it look pretty, as far as a hunk of meat went. It smelled fine too, but it wasn't doing what she'd have expected after Weiss's explanation. That line of thought didn't last much longer.

She cut into the steak, juice running out of it and a wave of aroma hit her. It was quite powerful.

"Erm, Yang... you... um..." Weiss pointed at the corner of her own mouth. Yang was confused, but raised her own hand and rubbed the back of it against her mouth. Apparently she'd been drooling. She blushed in embarrassment and quickly grabbed her napkin to clean her face properly.

"Um... I swear, this never happens to me. I-" Maybe she really was that uncultured. Weiss was totally out of her league, wasn't she?

"It's fine. It's cute." Weiss giggled. "Well come on, taste it!"

Yang picked her fork back up and finished cutting off a bite-sized chunk of steak. She bit into it and shivered. It barely resisted as her teeth sank into it, a wave of juices flowing into her mouth. She'd never looked at the price, but she was certain now that it was worth whatever they were asking.

"Weiss, forgive me. This isn't going to be pretty," Yang said deadpan, one moment away from demolishing the food before her. Weiss just sighed and smiled.

"Enjoy." Oh, she would.

It didn't take her long. Honestly, she wished she hadn't eaten with such reckless abandon. It just meant the food had disappeared faster. She had to sit there, smelling everyone else in the restaurant's food, while she waited for Weiss to finish. On the brightside, she was too full to really want to eat that much more, so it wasn't too torturous.

Then the bill came and she could no longer be blissfully ignorant of how much she'd spent. The final bill had far too many numbers on it. Why were there three numbers before the decimal point? She groaned. It was just once, right?

"Yang, no. That's far enough! I'm paying!" Weiss said firmly, snatching the bill out of Yang's hand. "If not now, then later! I'll even slip money into your pockets when you're not looking if I have to!" Yang wanted to press the matter, but the look in Weiss's eyes told her the girl wasn't kidding. Yang was getting a free meal whether she liked it or not.

"Ugh, fine... I give." Yang felt sick just thinking about how much her half of the meal alone had cost. Had the cow been made of gold with diamond hooves?

"Thank you." Weiss looked relieved.

. . .

Weiss was a bit disappointed. She felt like in the end she'd just bought Yang lunch. Going out to eat together had of course been the plan, but the actual meal at the restaurant was supposed to have been secondary. They'd barely talked and it hadn't felt very romantic or date-like.

"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed your meal," Weiss told Yang once they were outside and walking.

"Yeah, it was good. You don't look very happy though," Yang told her. "What's up?"

"I... I ruined everything. You wanted to go out on a date with me and I ruined it for you," Weiss said. Before Yang could ask what she meant, Weiss went ahead and told her. "I decided that it would be a good opportunity to toy with you. That's why I picked that stupid restaurant. I knew the prices were unreasonable."

"So, you find out how I feel, and then you decide to mess with me?" Weiss looked at Yang, and the look in the taller girl's eyes made Weiss wince.

"I-it was just supposed to be a joke, I... I didn't mean to hurt you... th-that's why I made sure you let me pay." Weiss knew that didn't fix anything. She'd still not taken Yang's feelings seriously. She'd still done something bad. She hung her head and just kept walking, Yang trailing silently behind her.

Soon, she found a quiet place for them to sit. She couldn't just let the day end like this. If there was any way to fix things, she had to try. She sat and had Yang join her, and fortunately the girl did.

"I'm sorry, Yang. I know that, even if I didn't mean to, I still did something unforgivable." Yang simply shrugged, not offering a response. "I... I just saw and opportunity and I took it."

To her surprise, Yang chuckled. "Oh, there was definitely an opportunity. An opportunity for Yang make-outs. Shame you didn't take it..."

Weiss's jaw just dropped and she had to look away before Yang could see the raging blush that she felt forming on her cheeks.

"Th-that's not that kind of opportunity I saw, though. I saw that you were vulnerable and I took advantage of it. I wanted to be on top!" She spoke without turning her gaze back in Yang's direction.

"Eh? Well, if that's what you like. I mean, you're smaller than me so I guess it'd be fine." This time, Weiss's head did snap back around, shooting an incredulous look at Yang. It had taken a second for Weiss to realize what Yang meant, but realize she did.

"Th-th-that's not what I meant and you know it!" Weiss shouted shrilly, gritting her teeth as she tried to avoid a total meltdown. "It's just that things are normally the other way around."

"Yeah... I think I would prefer being on top..."

"I-I-" Weiss blinked once and then slumped over slightly, face far redder than could have been healthy.

"Eheh, I think I broke her," Yang mumbled to herself, laughing nervously.

"This always happens..." Weiss spoke softly. "You're always the one making jokes and making people laugh. I think I'm so smart and I think it would be easy for me to be clever. But, every time I get cocky, you shut me down and make it clear I'm just making a fool of myself. I just... I just wanted to change that for once."

"Weiss, I..."

"Just for once I wanted to go ahead and do something and not worry about the consequences. You were right, I worry too much, I worry so much about how I'll look or what people will think of me. I get it in my head that I can't let anyone be better than me, but... When I look at you, I see so many things I don't have. I guess... at some point, I started looking up to you... more than most. I just wanted to be like you."

"Wow." Yang was shocked silent. There was no clever joke on the tip of her tongue. "Hey, forget it. I was never mad."

"N-no?"

"Ha! No way! I saw through you from the start! Why do you think I insisted on going to that place? I knew you'd feel guilty!" Yang grinned and winked at her. "You weren't so cocky after that, huh? And then you got all gloomy when you totally thought I was pissed. It was great. But hey, that's what you get for playing with my maiden heart!"

Weiss wanted to say she couldn't believe it. Yet, somehow, she did. That was Yang, wasn't it? Weiss had tried to be clever, made a misstep, and Yang had brought her back down where she belonged.

"Bah!" Weiss shouted, puffing out her cheeks in frustration, crossing her arms tightly across her chest. "I can't do it, can I? I can't be like you! I keep messing up!" Yang just laughed.

"Well good! I don't want you to be me; that'd be weird!"

Weiss frowned at Yang, just staring at her for a moment. She then smirked darkly and shook her head. "You know what, Yang? You're right. I'll just be me. I'll do what my family always does in this kind of situation!" Yang looked back at her quizzically. "If I can't beat you, I'll just take you and have you do it for me!"

Weiss reached out and grabbed a fistful of Yang's jacket collar. Yang's eyes went wide at this, and Weiss brought her other hand up, more gently this time, and placed it on Yang's cheek. She then froze up. She'd done that on a whim, but was she really ready to follow through? Well, yes, but... so boldly?

She'd pretty much decided the moment that Yang had confessed how this would end. She'd been ready to accept Yang, and the more Yang had struggled to "prove herself" the more Weiss had become certain that was what she wanted. But was she really going to pull Yang in for a surprise kiss? "Dammit, Weiss! Don't be nervous! This won't even be our first kiss!"

"Um, Weiss?" Yang averted her eyes nervously. "A-are we going to do something here, or...?"

"B-be quiet! I'm contemplating!"

"K-'kay..." Yang swallowed and looked back into Weiss's eyes. Well, Weiss supposed she'd been hesitating long enough. She slowly began to pull Yang closer. She saw the excited anticipation in Yang's eyes and felt her heart flutter. She had to close her eyes. It was too much stimulation, especially with Yang being pulled over at such an angle...

It might not have been the first, but it was definitely different. Last time had been one-sided, and Yang had initiated it. What would it be like this time? This time she'd have the chance to focus on the moment and... and... Oh. Once again, she'd gotten lost in her own thoughts while the world kept turning. She'd already made her way to Yang's lips, long before she could finish her line of thought.

It was warm, soft, and... nice. A little wet, but not too much. She could feel Yang's breath washing over her face. She could feel her lips move, brushing against and wrapping around her own. She could also feel Yang's hands finding their place on her body, holding her in place.

Yang didn't seem to plan on ending the kiss any time soon. Well, it wasn't that Weiss was opposed to letting it go on, but...

Weiss had to pull away. She needed a moment to breathe and let things sink in. With this, weren't they a couple? Weiss felt her lips twitch upward. There was no conscious effort behind it. She was with someone, she was with Yang. Her height felt light.

"So... um..." she breathed softly.

"Yeah..." Yang was no more eloquent than she.

"B-by the way. Did that one particular opportunity really pass me by?" Weiss asked a little hesitantly.

"One particular...?" Yang glanced away in confusion. When she looked back, her signature, rowdy grin was back. "Heh, that one? Never. Unlimited stock." Yang's brought her index finger under Weiss's chin and tilted her head up so their lips were once again aligned.

"Just... take it easy in public."

"So... if we weren't in public..."

"Yang..." Weiss grumbled dangerously with a disapproving scowl.

"OK, OK..." Yang leaned in and kissed her gently, but Weiss had to pull away again.

"A-and if too many witnesses start walking by..."

"Right, right, we'll leave if it gets crowded," Yang assured her hastily, "and continue when we get back."

"Fine-" Weiss was silenced when Yang kissed her once more. She was a bit less gently this time, lips pressed against hers harder and more enthusiastically. "But..." Weiss pulled her head back again. "If Ruby or Blake are in the room-"

"Then we'll find someplace else!" Yang cried impatiently. "I will not publicly violate your lips, OK?" Yang stared hard at her. "Is that good?"

"Yes... that's acceptable." Weiss figured she'd frustrated Yang enough for the moment, and so closed her eyes and puckered her lips, inviting Yang to continue.

"Promise we get to continue no matter what?" This time it was Yang who delayed their kissing.

"Yes, I promise, now hurry up! I was enjoying myself you know!" Weiss scolded her, as if she herself hadn't been doing the same thing. She slid her fingers into Yang's long, flowing hair to grab the back of her head and pull her in.

This time, neither could think of a single thing worth interrupting the moment.

When I wrote this, Freezerburn was my least favorite Team RWBY pairing. True story.

So why the f- did it end up being 13 pages long?

I like to call it the "Yang Effect" . . . I can't help myself. . .

Bonus:

"Ruby."

"Yang."

Yang stared at Ruby who now stood before her, hands on her hips, looking down at her with a confident smile. Yang was sitting on Blake's bed, going over her class schedule, trying to plan out her homework. Dating Weiss made her feel a little inadequate when it came to her grades. Sure, she was passing easily, but... well, Weiss was Weiss.

"Whatcha doin'?" Yang asked her sister.

"We need to get you a date!" Ruby pointed down at her. "As your little, socially awkward sister, it makes no sense that I have a girlfriend while you're single!"

"Aww, that's nice." Yang grinned. "You wanna help."

"Yep! You're way too attractive to be single!"

"I am." Yang nodded in agreement. "Which is why I'm dating Weiss."

Ruby stumbled while standing still. She then looked at Yang sideways before laughing until she was doubled over.

"That's funny! But really-"

"But really," Yang interrupted before Ruby got carried away. "Weiss baby, c'mere!"

"Hm?" Weiss walked over.

"Gimme a kiss! Ruby doesn't believe we're dating!" Yang requested, leaning in Weiss direction.

"Oh, fine..." Weiss bent over and pecked Yang on the lips. "While we're on the subject, 'baby' isn't doing it for me. Not... elegant enough."

"Yeah?"

"Ruby seems to like calling Blake darling, so that won't work..."

"Dear? Sweetie? Love?" Yang grinned teasingly.

"Perhaps." Weiss rolled with it quite smoothly.

Meanwhile, Ruby had fallen into a near catatonic state – out of shock, one would assume.

"Which one? That wasn't a 'perhaps' kind of question," Yang pointed out, ignoring her sister for the moment.

"Hmm, I guess the first or the last work. Whichever you think is best, then. Or I can take one and you take the other? Dear?" Weiss chuckled affectionately.

"Sure thing, love." Yang winked in return.

"Yes, now you might want to splash some water on Ruby. She seems a bit... unresponsive."

Til' next time!