Winter paused in the doorway, wringing out the last droplets from her hair as she took in her two lovers. A rather soft smile crossed her face, one she'd vehemently deny she was even capable of outside of those within this very bedroom.

Clearing her throat gently, she walked over to sit on the bed where the pair of women were still curled contentedly around each other. "We do need to get moving eventually," she murmured.

"Quite right, dear," Kali murmured back without opening her eyes. "Eventually."

Yang snorted, stretching her limbs out while a very clingy Cat Faunus began to paw at her side. The blonde froze, lilac eyes wide as she observed and felt the wholly brazen behavior.

"Um… Kali?"

"Yes, dear?"

"You're, um, purring. And kneading my side."

"So nice of you to notice."

Winter laughed, giving in to an inappropriate impulse, which was likely due to the whole unprecedented situation, and reached over to give Kali's ample bottom a hard squeeze. "Let the girl up, please. You both need to be getting ready."

"Yes, yes," the raven-haired woman grumbled disconsolately before rolling over. She stretched as only a feline Faunus could, long and sinuous, giving both of the other women the opportunity for rather appreciative stares. "Well, then, I'll go grab my shower next."

"Uhhh yeah, you do that," Yang whispered, her mouth dry.

Kali chuckled throatily as she sauntered, still naked, out of the bedroom.

"Sweetie," Winter laughed lightly, "you are drooling."

"Can you really blame me, babe?" Yang laughed back breathlessly. "I mean… just, damn."

The platinum-haired woman reclined onto one elbow, on her side and facing her girlfriend. Well, her initial girlfriend, at this point. First girlfriend? Primary girlfriend?

She gave her head a slight shake, resolving to ponder over terminology at a later date. "Are you still having some trouble wrapping your head around all of this?"

Yang sighed as she flopped onto her back, staring up at the ceiling. The sheets were pulled up just high enough to cover her chest, but the swell of her breasts was certainly pleasing enough to the older woman.

"I suppose I am," the blonde finally murmured. "I mean… yeah, it's one thing to fantasize about threesomes, y'know? But actually being part of one… and not just a one-night stand…"

"Hmm. You seemed to be fine with the philosophy of polyamory when we discussed things earlier…"

"Oh, yeah, I still am!" Yang reassured her hurriedly. "It's just… different putting it into practice. Thinking about the long-term..." She groaned as she stretched again before folding her hands behind her wild, unruly mane of hair. "Doesn't help any she's just so… so…"

"Amorous?"

"Heh, yeah, that's a good word for it."

"I see." Winter's pale blue eyes glittered intelligently as she absorbed her younger lover's words. "So… what you might be having trouble with is navigating the nuances, as it were, of a woman in her sexual prime. Even more so than myself."

Yang groaned once more, this time bringing her right arm around to cover her eyes. "Swear t'Oum, you two… I'm sore in more places than if I went ten rounds with Nora. Me unarmed, her with her oversized hammer."

"If you say so, sweetie." Truthfully, she was rather delightfully sore in all sorts of places herself, particularly her back, though her Aura had healed that up before she'd even drifted off to sleep sometime early this morning. She had a feeling that some sort of intuitive communication had passed between herself and Kali last night as to how much Yang might be able to handle for their first night together. Leaving bloody furrows along one's back was certainly not part of said limits.

Idly, she wondered how it was that Kali had picked up on her particular kink, but that was a discussion best saved for later.

"There's something else," Yang mumbled. "Something that… Well, okay, so you know how she acts so… Like, just now, pawing at my side and purring?"

"Unapologetically Faunus?"

"Yep, exactly." Yang sat up suddenly, the sheets pooling at her waist. "That's not anything like Blakey, y'know? She's so, I dunno, reserved about that kinda stuff, and here Kali is, just bein' all catlike and it's… confusing."

Winter nodded slowly, trying very hard not to let her eyes drift down towards the blonde's ample assets now on display. She was a mature, poised woman and not a slave to her base hormones.

Well, a quick glance wouldn't hurt.

"Enjoyin' the view, babe?" Yang smirked, sitting up straight with her arms up over her head.

Dust damn it all.

Fortunately, the shower behind them finally cut off, allowing Winter to shake off her stupor. "You should get a shower next if you are to make breakfast on time."

"Yeah, about that…" Yang swallowed as her arms dropped back down, her seductive demeanor immediately giving way to something far more vulnerable. "...Will you come with me, please?"

"To… the family breakfast?"

"Well, it's not just family, I mean… my whole team's gonna be there and… I just…"

With another soft smile, Winter leaned over and pressed a slow kiss onto Yang's lips. "I will come with you for support," she whispered. "Though you shall owe me."

"Uh-huh. Paid in sexual favors, I hope?" Yang leered.

The platinum-haired woman rolled her eyes, giving the other woman a light slap on the arm, though she wasn't able to quite hide the grin that crept across her face.

"You are such a degenerate."

Qrow held his tumbler of amber-colored fluid up to the light, examining it as if it might hold the secrets to life. He'd settle for simple answers to the chaotic maelstrom of questions swirling about his head, though.

It was late morning, still, but after Ghira had left to get ready for the breakfast, he just couldn't stay in the apartment by himself. The memories of the prior night lingered in the air, almost oppressive to the raven-haired Hunter. And so, he fled the utilitarian abode to seek out breakfast of his own with his good buddies Jack Daniels and Jimmy Beam.

He chuckled mirthlessly to himself as he downed what was left of his drink. Resting his head against an upraised fist, Qrow once again tried wrestling with the aftermath of their time together. To come to terms both with what happened and Ghira's seeming desire to have an actual relationship.

It seemed patently absurd on the surface. People that he cared about either left or died, simple as that.

As he choked back the bitter memories of Summer once again, he raised a finger to indicate another round to the bartender. No sooner had the glass appeared at his elbow than he'd knocked back another swig, closing his eyes and feeling the slick burn of the alcohol as it made its way into his gullet.

He couldn't seem to keep away from the kids, though, which was pure and utter selfishness on his part. His very presence, tainted by his semblance, would eventually pollute them and bring his nieces to ruin. But what had being alone really gotten him, other than a liver that his Aura has to go into overtime to heal and a knowledge of every bar and brothel across the breadth of Remnant?

They would both be at this breakfast, Yang and Ruby, but for once Qrow knew his presence there would be an utter disaster. Selfish as he was, even he knew not to tempt fate quite so much.

Sipping at his drink this time, he thoughtfully mused that maybe he was just tired of being alone. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad to be selfish a little bit more. And then, again, a loving face with silver eyes and framed by a white hood filled his mind, causing his fist to clamp around the empty glass. Qrow set it down before he broke it and levelly ordered another one.

Or, perhaps, he could push himself into this just to punish himself further, because he deserved the fallout of it all, deserved what would happen when it all went to complete and utter shit. After draining his latest glass, he regarded it musingly while rolling the potent alcohol around in his mouth before swallowing. Well, if he was going to see Ghira again tonight, he should at the least try to be a little considerate.

Qrow motioned the bartender over. "Hey, buddy. So what kinda mixed drinks can you make with pineapple juice in it?" he rasped out.

The brunet man gave him a knowing wink before answering. "I'll make you a Golden Brew."

"Oh, yeah? Haven't heard of that one before."

"Peach schnapps, banana liqueur, pineapple juice, and lime juice. Pretty tasty, if I do say so myself."

Chuckling, Qrow gave a shrug. "Yeah, sounds fruity enough. When in Mistral and all that…"

Weiss and Blake sat on their respective beds, adamantly not looking at each other as the sound of the shower starting up provided a poignant backdrop. The Goliath in the room was similarly left alone for the time being.

Eventually, though, Blake cleared her throat gently. "How are you feeling this morning?"

Her teammate gave a slight start. "Er… Well enough, thank you. My headache is gone, in any case."

"And… everything else?"

Weiss sighed, closing her eyes briefly. "Are we going to acknowledge this, then?"

"I don't see how it could be indefinitely avoided."

"I suppose not." The platinum-haired woman looked down at her hands where they were clasped in her lap. "I have no illusions as to what happened last night. Nor do I have any guilt over it, if you were so inquiring."

Blake tilted her head slightly, amber eyes now focused intently on the other woman. "I did not mean to imply anything of the sort… And yet I do sense some sort of agitation, ever since you awoke. So there is still something you're not telling me."

Inwardly, Weiss cursed how close they had all become as a team. It made for concealing awkward shame a rather difficult endeavour. "I…"

"Please, Weiss, talk to me."

She glanced over finally, curious as to the look Blake was giving her. It wasn't one she was used to, much less able to discern. "I'm upset with myself. That I allowed this all to happen, for things to… deteriorate as they did. I'm upset that I hurt Ruby. I'm upset that for the first time ever I had unprotected sex while inebriated and with two women who are very close to me!" Her voice was rising slightly with each sentence, though she fought to keep her signature shrillness out. "And most of all I am infuriated that I might have damaged the relationships I'd managed to build which meant more to me than family!"

Weiss exhaled noisily, feeling somewhat cleansed by her rant, as out of character as it was for her to vent her actual feelings. Still, it was a solid minute before Blake spoke up again in her quiet monotone.

"I think I'm insulted."

"You… what?"

Blake shifted around so that she was facing her teammate fully. Her entire body leaned into her gaze, the power of which was enough to practically take Weiss' breath away.

"Weiss, we are adults. Even Ruby, legally a minor, we are all training to become Huntresses, and as such carry a great deal of responsibility for the safety and security of all of Remnant. Why in the name of Oum would you feel solely responsible for last night's actions?"

She blinked several times, unaccustomed to feeling so dumbfounded, but Blake's vehemence was not something she'd experienced in some time. "But-"

"No, Weiss. It takes two to tango, or so the saying goes. In this case, there were the three of us, inebriated as we were we all share in the responsibility. So stop beating yourself up about this and talk with me about where we will go from here."

"I… I was under the impression that the best course…" Weiss swallowed, suddenly under the impression that her perceived course was, at its core, rather selfish as it did not take the others into account. "At least, my original intention was to simply put this all behind me… we, us… and move on." Her tone at the end lilted every so slightly, making it sound more like a question.

Blake gave her a slow nod, her face giving nothing away. "I don't believe we can do that, now."

"No?"

"Weiss, even if were just the two of us, living together as we do would make this an enormous undertaking to just brush it all under the rug." Blake sighed and glanced down at the floor. "We cannot just ignore what happened. Especially with Ruby."

"No, I suppose not… She's not going to be able to get past this, is she?"

"Not with the sort of dispassionate indifference that you seem to display."

"It's not-" Weiss cut herself off, her jaw clicking shut as she tamped down on her temper. Blake wasn't being callous, per se, simply stating the facts as she saw them. "I am not indifferent."

"You're not? And yet you were ready to just push our own feelings aside for your own sense of morality."

Blake's very slight smirk was enough to finally push Weiss over the edge, the stress and self-recriminations having finally bubbled over. "So, what, you actually want a relationship with me?" she abruptly snapped.

"Yes."

That one word was like a bucket of cold water on her ire. Weiss let out a breath, deflated, as her usually nimble mind tried to come to terms with what Blake was ever so calmly admitting. "You mean… that you, er… really? Us?"

"Yes, Weiss, that is precisely what I am trying to say."

"Oh…" Gears were finally grinding together at a reasonably acceptable rate, much to her relief. "Er… how long…?"

"For some time now." Blake pushed against the bedding with her feet until her back hit the wall, wrapping her arms around her middle. "I certainly didn't want it to be like this, however, when I finally confessed my feelings for you."

"No… No, I suppose not…"

"But what happened complicates things further, especially now that Ruby is involved."

Weiss absently scooted back as well, mirroring Blake's position. "So, you… You want this to be a thing, now, between us?"

Blake slowly nodded.

"Between all three of us?" she clarified.

Blake nodded again. "We cannot just take it back, now, can we? We cannot make it as if it never happened. And in any case… I do not wish to do so."

Chewing on her bottom lip, a habit she'd worked very hard to suppress but at this point, bad habits be damned. Despite herself, despite every ingrained standard she'd upheld for herself… The notion that there might actually be more to this, more to them… to the three of them… Two women that she'd come to regard as highly and as warmly as her own sister…

Reluctantly as it was, she was beginning to actually consider the notion. However, she couldn't help but voice her more immediate concern, seeing how the shower was still running even during the entire argument.

"But what about Ruby?" she whispered.

Ruby Rose was currently trying very hard not to have a complete and utter mental breakdown.

She stood under the shower, alternating between hugging herself and banging her forehead against the stall gently. Sometimes, both at the same time.

The brunette just couldn't remember. All she could grasp were fleeting shadows, flashes of skin and warmth and a glorious feeling that she couldn't quite pin down. It was all so ethereal, so vaporous, akin to chasing fireflies back home in the dark.

She was confused. She was perhaps more than a little bit upset. Mostly, though, she was ashamed.

Not ashamed over what happened, no, she'd gotten past that mostly, and while part of her mind was focused on trying to remember what fragments of last night's activities that she could, the rest of her was mulling over her utter failure as a team leader. Ruby had let everyone down, her entire team, by allowing this to happen. Impaired or not, she should have been able to foresee the complications that could have arisen, especially… Especially with how she felt about the other two women.

And now, here she was, rinsing off the sweat and bodily fluids of having sex with those same women.

Ruby groaned and bonked her head against the stall for the umpteenth time. She'd envisioned her first time being something… well, perhaps not magical, but at the very least memorable. And being able to only glean bits and pieces was frustrating to be sure.

But did that really matter?

She stood upright, silver eyes wide and unblinking at the startling realization, even as water cascaded down her face.

It really didn't matter. What happened, happened. But most importantly, it had happened with Weiss and Blake. The both of them. Together.

A slow grin crept across her face at the thought, banishing much of her lingering shame and uncertainty.

All she had to do was to accept the facts as they were.

Both Blake and Weiss mattered a great deal to her. Last night, they'd been together in a way she'd only dreamt of before.

"And gosh darn it, I just gotta make the best of the situation," she murmured happily. "That, an' be the best girlfriend I can be for them both!"

Mario's was a quite pleasant restaurant, situated off of the main thoroughfare of downtown Vale. It had quaint architecture and furnishings, made to look more like a countryside villa than an eating establishment. More importantly, they served what was perhaps the best breakfast and brunch in the city, according to every patron who graced its location.

As such, it was the obvious choice for the extended Belladonna family meet-up that morning. Though, at this point, more than a few of the attendees were wishing for either somewhere more private, such as a separate room, or maybe on the outer patio where the public setting could possibly deter the more violent tendencies of those present.

Weiss, Blake, and Ruby sat together along one arc of the large round table. The former was eyeing the presence of her older sister with more than a little bit of asperity, while the younger Cat Faunus was alternating between glaring first at her partner and then her mother, before guiltily dropping her gaze back to the table. Ruby, meanwhile, just gazed about in wide-eyed wonder, unsure of what, precisely, to make of the entire situation.

For her part, Yang was more than a little unsettled by her partner's behavior. Open hostility she expected, hell, it'd be a relief to just get that first right hook out of the way so they could talk about it. But the obvious guilt was something else entirely.

Winter sat in between her lovers, outwardly unperturbed by the tension in the room, though she was only absently picking at her omelette. Every so often her pale eyes would flash about, picking up on the flux of emotions displayed by the younger Huntresses-in-training.

Meanwhile, Kali and Ghira were the only ones truly conversing with any sort of nonchalance, chatting as only a longtime married couple could and catching each other up on their goings-on and plans. Though each did adamantly avoid the specifics of the prior night.

"Oh, so you did meet someone?" Kali queried innocently.

"I did, yes…" Ghira glanced about the table surreptitiously, unaware that very few were even paying attention to his words. Still, cognizant of the legendary rage of the blonde woman further down, he decided to keep the identity of his liaison secret. "We… very well might see one another again tonight."

"Oh, that's wonderful, I'm so very happy for you." The elder Faunus woman smiled sweetly. "That would work into my own plans nicely."

"Good, good…"

Kali took another delicate bite from her salmon-laden cheese and egg baguette before glancing around the table. With a sigh, she sat her food down on her plate and cleared her throat gently.

Ghira glanced at her, an eyebrow raised questioningly.

With a few subtle tilts of her head, his wife indicted the general tenseness of the table.

He considered that momentarily before giving a sigh of his own, nodding slightly. With another raised brow, he silently queried as to who she'd prefer to handle things.

She pondered that only briefly, determining that it would be best for her to take the lead and that for this time Ghira should play the role of mediator, shaking her head slightly to indicate as such. She then gave him a reassuring wink, which caused him to chuckle quietly before nodding in acceptance.

"So, Blake, dear," Kali began, wiping her mouth briefly. "We should talk."

"Oh?" her daughter queried belligerently. "Should we, then, right here and now?"

"I don't see why not. This concerns everyone here, does it not?"

"Yes," Weiss interjected levelly. "Yes, it does. Please, Mrs. Belladonna, go ahead."

Blake glanced aside at her teammate, but rather than become agitated at the interruption, the raven-haired woman seemed to dissipate her ire, swallowing down any caustic retort. "Yes, please, go ahead mother."

"Well, then." Kali sat up straight, first glancing aside to give her lovers a reassuring smile before addressing the other three girls. "As you know, I was occupied last night with both Yang and Winter. We had a very pleasant time, and it's quite likely we shall continue our relationship."

Yang choked on her coffee, coming close to spewing it across the table, while the other members of Team RWBY simply stared at her, dumbfounded.

"Well, that's certainly one way to approach it," Winter murmured approvingly.

"I thought it best given the circumstances, dear."

"Oh, yes, I'm rather fond of the ripping-the-bandaid-off approach, myself."

"I gathered as much," Kali smirked.

Finished with her sputtering, Yang set her coffee down and cleared her throat raspily. "Look, Blakey-"

"I'm not talking to you just yet," Blake declared. "Right now, I need to come to terms with all of this. We will 'discuss' things later."

Yang winced, shifting her jaw from side to side in anticipation. "Yeah, okay…"

"And what about you, Winter?" the younger Schnee queried imperiously. "Anything to say for yourself?"

"I don't see what else there is to say, sister," Winter replied calmly. "I was going to tell you in due time about Yang. The… situation merely accelerated that timetable."

Before either Weiss or Blake could start in again, Ruby finally piped up.

"Why are you guys still so mad about all this?"

The monochromatic pair turned to regard their team leader incredulously. "Because of what happened between them last night!" Weiss answered hotly. "This is Blake's mom, my sister, and your own sister, Ruby!"

"Well, yeah, but…" Ruby shrugged guilelessly. "Again, I'm Yang's sister, you're Winter's sister, and Blake, you're, um… Mrs. Belladonna's…"

"Please, call me Kali, dear."

"Oh, cool, thanks! So, um, Blake, you're Kali's daughter and all…"

Bang!

The table's occupants jumped at the sound of a fist slamming down. Yang leaned forward, crimson tinting the edges of her lilac eyes.

"Okay, you guys," she began with a low, menacing growl. "I'm starting to think something happened between you… and the way you keep lookin' all guilty, Blakey, is making alarm bells go off… So what gives?"

Winter tilted her head consideringly as both Blake and Weiss flushed with palpable guilt. Kali and Ghira, though, shared a helpless shrug.

"Oh, well, that's easy enough," Ruby blurted out cheerfully. "So, we all had sex last night, and now we're all together, just like you guys! Isn't that the coolest?"

Dongyrn: Whelp, we did say this was gonna be one crack ship of a ride… Now, a more magnanimous person would have simply finished off the whole breakfast scene before handing it over, but I don't recall the last time I was ever accused of such, so… Back at ya, AYangThang! :3

Stay shiny!