Chapter 10: Ch.10

"Yang," Weiss said, nudging the woman's shoulder. 

The junior was still sleeping despite her alarm clock currently going off. A usual occurrence for Weiss to see on certain mornings. Sometimes Yang would wake up after a minute. Other times, Weiss had to wave freshly made pancakes by her nose. Like she was now.

"Chocolate chip?" Yang sniffed.

"Chocolate chip," Weiss confirmed.

Long pushed her alarm and then grabbed at the plate. Weiss decided to pull it away as she did though.

"Gimme!" Yang groaned.

"I'll give it to you after you get dressed," Weiss replied. A suggestive noise came from Yang's mouth as she got out of bed. "What was that?"

Lying, "I said I'll give it to you if you want." 

Despite her groggy, hungover state, Yang's flirtatious statement was actually a part of a much more elaborate plan. When Weiss got flustered and was unable to come up with a reply, she'd snatch her breakfast.

"Ha-ha." Schnee mocked. She walked away with the plate with her nose in the air. "That's not going to work this time."

Her plan had failed. There was nothing keeping her from getting out of bed this time. Although, from where Yang was, she had a good look at Weiss's backside. She could just lay there and stare for a little while longer if she wanted to. She definitely wanted to. However, Yang knew she had to be better than that.

She dragged her big body out of bed and grabbed some clothes. Yang walked toward their dorm's bathroom more hungry than tired.

"Keep it hot for me please."

"It would be if you actually woke up on time."

"It's the weekend," Yang argued before shutting the door.

Weiss' side had the restroom while Yang's had the fridge. Both sides had their own counter, cabinet, dresser, desk, closet, and as previously established, a bed. Deciding that Weiss was the better cook, her counter had the plugin flattop and electric skillet. But given the fact that she broke the tea maker, the electric kettle was on Yang's side.

Weiss had noticed the significant difference in their aesthetics. Yang had a motorcycle poster tacked next to her bed. Her headphones on the dresser sat next to her prosthetic had a black and yellow dynamic. Tops and skirts hung on the open dresser shelves like a marker for which level carried what item.

Weiss' framed snowy landscape art piece hung above her desk with the overpriced wireless speaker sitting next to her organized office supplies and laminated schedule. Her 'Dusk till Dawn' coffee mug sat on the coaster with nothing in it and was completely clean. Her laptop was closed but remained in sleep mode. The little 'Astro Boy' sticker in the corner always managed to get anime fans' attention.

The sophomore wondered if she was going to care less by the time she was a junior like Yang. If professor Goodwitch kept assigning them dubious amounts of work, she just might. Maybe she could just give Yang a hand in cleaning up her side though. She was already making their breakfast after all. It wouldn't hurt to make Yang's bed, she thought.

"Ugh. Useless." Schnee said aloud.

She was actually folding and tucking the comforter that didn't belong to her. If her father saw her making someone else's bed, he'd lose it. Especially since she wasn't even asked. How would Yang respond to this image? Well, Weiss managed to finish before Xiao Long came out of the bathroom.

She stared at the little gold hairs on the pillow. This was where Weiss was at age 19. Doing mundane tasks for her roommate due to some crush that Yang may or may not find mutual. Hell, Weiss knew damn well that Yang wasn't straight. That didn't mean she was willing to get with any girl she interacted with. Even growing up in a homophobic environment, Weiss knew that much. She knew this was most likely a one-sided thing. She knew this feeling wasn't going away soon.

She didn't know that the flattop wasn't turned down and the last pancake was burning.

"Crap!" she bolted to the counter to try to recover the fattening excuse for a meal. A quick flip onto the plate of prepared flapjacks was enough to save it. It was noticeably darker than the other ones ruining the consistency, but it was still edible.

Unsatisfied, "Great." She turned the skillet off and unplugged it. It wasn't the worst mistake ever. It wasn't even worth getting upset over. That's what anyone else might've thought. Weiss felt this odd frustration about it though. Like, it really was inedible in her mind now.

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This memory of an early cooking lesson came to mind. The image of one of the family's butlers cleaning up broken glass in the kitchen was there as well. The familiar stinging of peroxide on her cheek being applied by another man was coming into thought. Second only to how cold her father's voice was.

She felt the scar and recalled the demand to 'be better'. This little thing was an embarrassment to the lesson she should know by now.

The weight of a woman standing at 5'8 fell on Weiss' back. She wasn't surprised anymore. Yang moved rather silently in spite of being mostly beef. Something Weiss had to put up with from Ruby as well. Half-sisters are still sisters.

Yang's chin rested on Weiss' head.

"Can I have a pancake now?" Yang was wearing a tank top and loose-fitting jeans. The snow outside meant she was staying indoors and next to the heater.

"Yeah sure," Weiss said. She hid her melancholy with disinterest. Yang cracked right through it the same way she usually did.

"I'll take the crisped one. That okay, princess?"

"Kiss my ass!" Weiss snapped. 

The flurry of emotions she was going through didn't make it so she felt immediate regret for saying that. The nickname was something she didn't like. She didn't hate it, but she'd rather it didn't exist. Her dilemma was how she said it. The tone of voice she took with this woman who hadn't done anything wrong was what she hated.

"Yang, I."

Not even waiting for the retraction, Yang seized her opportunity. She got off Weiss' back and grasped her hip. For a split second, Weiss thought she messed up. Maybe she hurt her as she did at the ball. If that happened, Weiss may have never let herself get over it. Instead, Yang was getting on her knees.

Schnee completely locked up with her back arching and shoulders and elbows going up. The utter disbelief and shock of Yang's action was a drug that left the woman paralyzed. Schnee's body stopped functioning upon feeling Long's lips make contact with her leggings.

As instructed, Yang Xiao Long was literally kissing Weiss Schnee's ass.

"How's that?" Yang asked, looking up to the woman. 

Weiss' face was completely burgundy and an unintelligible noise was coming from her open mouth. 

"Want me to do it again?"

That coy question was it. That was the breaking point for Weiss. There was absolutely no reason to avoid the issue anymore. She had just gotten the weirdest kiss of her life and it wasn't even Valentine's Day yet. What was the worst that could happen?

"Yang?" Weiss asked hesitantly. She was still trying not to lose her mind after all.

"Sup?" Yang replied as if she wasn't still hanging around Weiss' posterior.

"Would...you...please...Get away from my ass?" Call it a cop-out. Call it nervousness. Call it whatever you like. Weiss didn't feel comfortable asking her best friend out on a date given the current position. She was barely able to form a single sentence, let alone recommend a movie or a fancy restaurant.

Yang shrugged, "Okay cutie. It's your bubble-booty."

Weiss looked over her shoulder at a smiling Yang.

"Has anyone ever told you how goddamn funny you are?"

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