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Weiss

As Ruby and I walk down the halls of Beacon, trying to get back to the dorm for the hourlong break that we have between classes, I stumble on an uneven part of the the floor and drop a pencil. Swearing softly to myself, as it's not proper to swear, I bend over to pick it up. Behind me I hear a sharp intake of breath and look to my girlfriend when I get up.

"Ruby, are you alright?" I ask, putting a hand on her shoulder, "did you trip on the floor too?"

Her face looks a little flushed, but she shakes her head. I really hope that she isn't coming down with anything. We have a big day this weekend and that would certainly ruin it.

The rest of the way to the staircase is nice and even thankfully. Ruby and I have a meaningful conversation regarding the best way to channel aura with the intent to activate our dust. We agree to disagree on our methods, and the conclusion that we come to is that it's specific to the user.

Walking up the staircase, Ruby trips a little bit exaggeratedly and drops her book as she falls forward. Of course, I ask her if she's alright and help her up before bending over to pick up her book. Again, I hear a sharp intake of breath and start to get a little bit suspicious that Ruby's up to something. I'm just not sure what yet.

She manages to trip again on the second flight of stairs and the same thing essentially happens, "Ruby, you need to pick up your feet. I don't want you to get hurt," I say, helping her up again. When I bend over I hear the exact same sharp intake of breath and get an idea of what might be going on here.

I decide to test my hypothesis as we approach the dorm. The hallway is clear so I have no worry of being seen by anybody. I drop my pencil so that I have an excuse to bend over and pick it up. Hearing that selfsame intake of breath and peek over my shoulder. My hypothesis hasn't been disproven; I trace Ruby's line of sight directly to my butt. It really is crazy how high her libido is. I know that we aren't that many years apart, but she really needs that every day or so to be satisfied. Honestly though, this week was finals week and we haven't had any time to make love so it is in the back of my mind.

Yang and Blake left a note on the inside of the door that reads: "Hey you crazy kids, Blake and I are going to be out for a job today. Be home tomorrow, don't stay up too late ;)"

Perfect.

I sit down on our bed and pick up a book from Blake's bookshelf, inspecting its cover and beginning to read it as Ruby begins her process of relaxing after class. When she walks into the bathroom - the last step in her routine - I put the book down and quickly set myself up outside the door.

She yelps, startled, when she opens the door, and she sees me standing there. Without a word, I wrap my arms around her neck and kiss her, forcibly pressing her against the wall, and pressing my body against hers. Her lips are warm and soft, full of love and life. I sigh in relief realizing how much tension had built up within me during this week. Stress really gets to you.

She's like putty in my hands and I have no problem taking her left hand and guiding it along the curve of my spine towards the prize that she couldn't take her eyes off of.

"Weiss. . . Oh, we have . . . ah class," she moans, trying but failing to keep from crying out. A quiet whimper escapes from her delicious lips and I eat it up, gently nibbling on her bottom lip.

"What Ruby? Don't you want this?" I murmur, dotting her neck with soft kisses, "We have time for a quickie at least, don't we?"

The fervor with which she pulls me to the bed is all the answer that I need. We hungrily tear at each other's clothes, trying desperately to get out of them. For some reason, everything is more difficult when we try to have sex. Getting ready for bed is no big deal of course, but this always proves to be a challenge.

To my great - and happy surprise - I see that Ruby is wearing the pair of black sheer panties that I bought for her. I wonder if that was planned. Her corset holds up most of her bust so she foregoes a bra on most days. It helps that she's so young and dare I say perky?

Without going into great detail, we have our way with each other as quickly as we can, neither of us satisfied, but sated for now, when my scroll's alarm goes off, alerting me to Professor Port's Grimm Biology class. Ruby moves to get up, but I pull her back down, snuggling into the nape of her neck.

"Ruby, can't we stay longer?" I ask, closing my eyes. There's a pleasant soreness in my lower abdomen, but it's not something that I'm satisfied with. I move my hand to Ruby's tender spot, but she pulls my hand away, kissing the fingertip that had just been soaked with questionable juices.

"Weiss, aren't you supposed to be the responsible one?" She asks me, kissing me on the lips.

"I suppose so," I pout, grudgingly sitting up.

That's alright. Tonight, neither Ruby nor I are going to sleep much.