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Pollination

Chapter 9 - Pollination

"Would my darling prefer strawberry swirl or cookie-dough flavour?"

The redhead beamed, eyes clearly fixed on the preferred flavour before being asked, and exclaimed; "Cookie-dough!"

Heh. "One cookie-dough icecream and one rum-and-raisin, please."

"Ew." Ruby eyed her sister. "Why would you pick something like that?"

"It's good, you know," Yang replied, handing the cashier the sum necessary. "Then again, it's a flavour for grownups. Maybe you need to grow a little more to appreciate it."

"I'll have you know that I've tasted things that only grownups would!" It had sounded like a good retort in her head, but spoken out loud—

The flaxen-haired brawler's face was beet red, cheeks puffed out from stifling her guffaw over the implication of Ruby's perhaps poorly chosen words. "Wait, no, I didn't mean it like that!"

Her sister laughed, clutching her sides and nearly bent over. "Y-Yes, I-I-I'm s-sure! Ahahahaha! Oh gods, Ruby…Hahahaha!"

x.x.x

"Oh come now, would you please stop pouting? You're making me feel bad."

"Everyone looked at me like I was weird because you wouldn't stop laughing at me."

"I said I was sorry…"

Ruby pouted, still. She and Yang had been the centre of nearly the whole ice-cream parlour earlier, even after the blonde had calmed down and they made their way to a booth. Ruby didn't particularly enjoy despite having conquered her stage-fright.

The brawler sighed. "Look, I'm sorry, it was just so funny how you just stated such a lewd implication; I wasn't prepared for it." She held out her hand over the table. "Friends?"

The leader couldn't help but smile – she loved her sister far too much to stay mad for long. She placed her hand in Yang's. "Friends."

Her sister smiled at her, tenderly caressing Ruby's hand. "You know…I've wanted to do this for a while."

"Mm…"

"Every time we went on our dates…I didn't dare to do anything. Nothing good would happen if I waited, but I also didn't want to be…too forward. We're siblings, after all. I'm glad that's behind us now."

"Let's skip the part where we are sisters," Ruby said. "When we're together like this…I like to imagine that there's no blood relation involved. Just us girls, you know."

Yang grinned. "You're absolutely right. So, enjoying the ice-cream?"

"Uhu!"

"Figured," she said next. "Bet it'd taste better if you were to lick it off me."

Milky-pale cheeks flared up with the crimson of embarrassment and shame. "Y-Yang!"

The blonde laughed. "Just kidding, Ruby."

"Sure you are, planting ideas in my head like that."

"That sounds like your doing, not mine."

"Sure, shift the blame to me why don't ya," Ruby relied. They fell silent.

"Hey, Ruby?"

"Uhu?"

"…I love you." She reached over the table and caressed the redhead's cheek. "You mean the world to me and…well, for better or worse, I'm glad I have you."

Ruby smiled shyly at her. "I love you too, Yang."

x.x.x.x

Some say that for men, the ultimate expression of love is pure lust. To a woman, there's something beyond that, something greater; a gentle caress on the cheek, an attentive smile – gestures of adoration.

x.x.x.x

"Enjoyed the day so far?" Yang asked, Ruby's hand in hers as they walked back to their dorm. The smaller girl nodded.

"It's been wonderful to just be with you without the awkwardness," she said. "And I have reason to believe tonight will be even better."

"A very good reason," the blonde commented. "We'll give the others a show they won't soon forget!"

Ruby snickered. "I guess you were jealous whenever Blake or Weiss were on top of me?"

"You could say that."

"Yes, well, that goes for me as well."

"Good. Glad we had this conversation," Yang joked. They had neared the door and, after unlocking it, slowly opened it up. "Come on, let's get things ready."

The door closed behind them. The second the lock clicked, something was in the air – something that had changed and, in turn, changed them. Lilac twin pools met with silver ones, a shy blush creeping over their pale features. They shared a smile and averted their eyes, too shy to even meet each other's gazes.

Yang's heart hammered in her ribcage. She was unsure what to do or say, as if she was in foreign territory.

Then again, tonight, she and Ruby would…copulate. If that wasn't foreign territory, what was?

"Do you…want to grab something to eat, drink?" she asked. "…Maybe wanna play some videogames?"

Judging by Ruby's body-language, she felt the same thing. "…N-No… I'm good…Unless you want to?"

"I'm…fine…"

"Oh…"

"Yeah…"

Awkward silence. Ruby shifted her weight from one foot to the next, fidgeting while Yang nervously scratched her neck, peering around.

"…So, do you…want to do it?"

"O-Only if you want to! I mean, there's no rush, right Yang?"

"N-No! No, of course not! If you want to, then so do I!"

"You sure, sis?"

Yang nodded. "Of course…are you?"

"A-Absolutely!"

More awkward silence. It was permeating the air now.

"So…" Yang began. "…Steal Weiss' or Blake's bed, or duvets on the floor?"

"…Duvets on the floor gives us more…space."

"Mhm…"

Multiple duvets and pillows were laid out on the floor between the makeshift bunk-beds, creating a soft, comfortable area for them.

"…Here goes, then."

"Yes…"

Why it suddenly became embarrassing to undress in each other's presence, they didn't know; they had laid eyes on one another many a times, nude and without restrictions, and now it was different.

Different. That was the keyword, wasn't it?

Clothes were gradually removed and tossed aside, each limb and part of their bodies bared flushing their cheeks hot red until they were completely naked.

They looked at each other; hungry gazes roamed over naked forms, drinking in the images of their lover. Yang had always been the bustiest of the four, with a strong, slender form shaped from years of training, abs clearly visible across her abdomen. Ruby was slim, the opposite of her sister with no visible muscle, though she was indeed strong all the same.

Something triggered. Nervous as they might be, Yang stepped closer and Ruby opened her arms, embracing her as she was kissed. It was a soft kiss. Their bodies pressed up against one another, hearts beating in a frantic synch.

It was a slow, sensual dance that leads to them gradually sinking down to the floor, the redhead resting against a mound of pillows as her beloved laid over her, kissing her. Each one, each caress of naked skin had the girl trembling and she reciprocated in kind, touching the strong yet soft form above her, and the blonde shivered against the touch.

Yang pulled back, a single string of saliva bridging her lip with Ruby's before it snapped. She slipped downwards, tenderly pressing her lips against the redhead's throat, working her way downwards to her collarbone, then down to the valley between perky breasts. She lingered, enjoying the scent, before she reached up and took one breast in her hand, kneading and groping.

"Y-Yang…"

The brawler took a nipple into her mouth, suckling and nibbling on it carefully and earning an adorable mewl from the girl while she toyed with its twin. Ruby squirmed, arching back as much as she could as if to offer up more of her body to the golden-haired goddess and Yang was happy to comply. Nudging her knee between the younger girl's legs, it was clear from the hot wetness that Ruby approved and it triggered Yang's own sex to be suffused with wet heat.

A small hand buried itself in golden tresses and the blonde looked up, meeting silver pools. It was a silent begging, an unspoken request, and Yang was happy to oblige.

"Tell me if you feel uncomfortable. I'll be gentle."

"I know you will."

Kissing Ruby's body, she slid down until she was lying on the duvet-floor, spreading the redhead's legs. It wasn't the first time she had seen Ruby's core, but it had always been Blake's tongue or Weiss' fingers paying attention to it. Now, it was hers. No-one else's.

The scent drove the brawler mad and she pressed herself against it, drinking in the musky scent. The second her tongue made contact with those red-flushed lips the leader let out a short, strangled moan. Her flexible organ licked against the redhead's slit, tasting sweet nectar.

Tangy and addictive, Yang wanted more.

She lapped at her lover's sex, tongue flicking against a sensitive bundle of nerves that had Ruby's core throbbing with want. Liquid arousal spilled down Yang's chin, pooling underneath and staining the duvet as she ate her sister out. The leader's thighs quivered and it wouldn't be long now. Yang spread Ruby's delicate flower—

"Y-Yang!"

—And prodded slick warmth with her tongue, caressing inner velvety walls. Her sister's thighs clamped down on either side of her head, a hand buried in flaxen tresses to keep the brawler from moving as Ruby trembled, eyes rolling back inside her head.

The moment felt like it lasted for hours. Having ridden out her orgasm, the young leader went slack against the pillows, small breasts rising with each heavy breath, against Yang's face.

"That…was…"

"Long overdue," Yang finished, nuzzling malleable mounds. "…I've wanted this for a long time."

"Me too…" Ruby blinked. Her senses returning to normal – and the same being the case for Yang – she looked up to see Blake and Weiss standing in front of the door. (When had they arrived?) She should've been alarmed, but in her afterglow she couldn't care any less.

Weiss was clearly appreciating the situation, having the Faunus undressing her, and Blake, with a knowing smile, simply asked; "Would you mind if we join?"

/./././

It became a wild night.

Bringing out their toys, Yang and Blake decided on their own that they would be "wearing the pants" for tonight; by pants they meant strapons, and by tonight they meant litterally the whole night.

Yang gripped the redhead's butt-cheeks, kneading them as she thrusted into her like she had with Weiss earlier. Her dream fulfilled, she revelled in the sight, knowing that now she was the one that made Ruby cry out in ecstasy. Well, with a little help from the heiress too; the blanche-haired girl was underneath their leader, a flexible organ licking at her sensitive bundle of nerves to further edge Ruby on, while Weiss receaved the same oral attention to hers.

The heiress bucked and arched, desperate to milk out as much pleasure she could from her leader's tongue, and the rough fucking she was recieveing from the Faunus beauty that ravaged her depths, holding her legs by the ankles for leverage as she did.

Blake's and Yang's eyes met. They thrusted harder, earning strings of approving sounds from the other two. They shared a sly smile, hilting their fake genitalias inside wet heats, and leant over to kiss, as difficult as it was.

"So," the black-haired girl began. "Feeling better?"

"Yeah," Yang replied, slapping Ruby's rear. "Much fucking better."

/./././

Things had taken a turn for the calmer; Sunday had rolled in after a weekend of sexual escapades without the restraint from Ruby or Yang, and tomorrow, school would resume. There'd be less time for dates in favour for more studying and missions and, in time, graduation.

Today, however, was a calm day – a day for recharging batteries in order to tackle the next day that waited. After nearly a whole night and day of "team-bonding", with Blake and Ruby scissoring, Weiss and Yang 69-ing, Blake and Weiss scissoring next, followed by a myriad of various positions and pair-ups, sexual frustrations were over and done with for a while.

Now, all that mattered was peace and quiet. Blake resumed reading her books, a happy little redhead resting against her bosom and reading along whilst the Faunus played absentmindedly with dark-red locks. Weiss was taking a nap, resting beside Yang on her bed and nuzzling up against blonde in the most content way possible.

It was raining outside. Aside from the raindrops pelting against the window, not a sound was made; it was as if everything held its breath.

And in this stillness, team RWBY did not express their love in form of sexual pleasure but rather in the small things, simple tokens of love like the cherished words, "You're beautiful", or a simple smile. Their relationship was more than seeking pleasure; it was the safety of being themselves with each other in an honest and open connection. If their views clashed, they talked about it. If something bothered them, they confided in each other.

They were Team RWBY – a family, a group with strong bonds.

And so it would remain beyond graduation and for many years to come.

The End.