"Yang Xiao-Long!" Weiss called from the bathroom.

The woman walked over, seeing what her roommate was yelling about. She had already set her prosthetic arm on the dresser for the night. So Weiss got to see the rare sight of Yang's amputated limb. Well, with her still being awake anyway.

"Yeah, mom?" Yang asked sarcastically.

Weiss only pointed at the sink with golden hair spread around within it.

"How do I know it's not yours?" Yang's grin only escalated Weiss' disgust. A wet hand towel slapped Yang in the face immediately covering her eyes like a blindfold. "I'm blind!" She joked, "The only thing that will cure me is true love's kiss! Hurry Princess! Before it's too late!"

Weiss was back on her bed by the time Yang pulled the cloth off of her face. She thought back to the last time she had called Weiss 'princess' and how it did offend her. Time to make amends.

It took Yang less than thirty seconds to clean the sink out and come into the room. As she did, the two made eye contact. Weiss didn't appear agitated. But she had developed quite the poker face in the last few months.

"So, what's my reward?" Yang asked.

"You don't get rewarded for the bare minimum," Weiss answered. "Now, go to bed. You have one last final tomorrow."

"What about you?" Yang asked.

"I'm going to bed too."

"Huh, that's weird." Yang sat on her own mattress, peeling the comforter back. "You're in the wrong bed silly."

She held her palm out inviting Weiss over. That toothy grin of hers was sure to get Weiss to blush or stammer like it always did. She was even wearing gym shorts and a tank top to boot.

"That's not going to work on me," Weiss replied. This didn't shock Yang too much. It was the fourth time she had hit on Weiss right before a final. The trick was bound to wear thin. "Now go to bed." Weiss clapped her hands, turning the lights out. She plopped onto her bed before casually saying, "I love you."

Yang snickered at the young woman's tone of voice while saying that.

"Love you too, Platinum." She got in bed listening to Weiss react.

"Platinum?" Weiss opened an eye wanting to know how serious Yang was.

"Yeah," Long pulled her covers over her, "You're irreplaceable and blonde." As if nothing happened, Long turned to face the wall, "G'night."

The clock ticking was background noise for Weiss. Something to try and focus on after getting such a wholesome compliment. For Yang, it was a countdown. There had to be some kind of action coming within a few seconds. Knowing Weiss, she would say something back in five seconds.

Yang mouthed to herself, "Four, three, two, and one."

"...Damn it." Weiss said aloud.

Yang began to turn back toward Weiss' bed. Her anticipation transformed into bewilderment. Suddenly, Weiss was in Yang's bed spooning her. The small girl wrapped her legs around her large girlfriend's. Long felt Schnee's soft chest pressing against her beefy back. Her forehead rested against Yang's relaxed shoulder. Finally, Weiss' arms cloaked Yang's torso. She was like a giant golden teddy bear.

"You okay there?" Yang asked.

"You suck," Weiss whispered.

"What was that dear?"

Not serious in the slightest, "I said 'kiss my ass', you tomboy."

Completely serious, "Okay, turn over."

Weiss' grip on Yang got tighter. She didn't want to move. Schnee just wanted to go to sleep holding her precious golden apple.

"Maybe later," Weiss said.

The two nodded off after that. There wasn't anything else either woman needed to say. Weiss had her love in her arms. Yang had someone priceless in her bed. It was the greatest night sleep either of them ever had. It got better when they woke up. For Yang anyway.

The pair in the dorm next door got a unique wakeup call that morning in the form of Weiss screaming in surprise.

"Yang!" The entire floor heard, "I Was Joking, God Damn It!"

She did say 'maybe later' after all.

 

-Later that day-

 

Yang walked up the dorm house steps with a bright smile on her face. Why wouldn't she? She had passed her finals. School was going to be out soon with the physical health major not needing any summer classes. Her little sister had also passed her finals and they were going out to celebrate that weekend. But for now, she was returning back to her dorm with her sweet girlfriend waiting.

Weiss Schnee had captured her heart in the past year. Going from some girl she knew through Ruby, to a roommate with issues, to a closeted friend, to a girlfriend she loved teasing. A cute sophomore that wouldn't hesitate to remind Yang about taking a shower.

This young woman's directness did kill Xiao-Long's drinking habits a bit, but less alcohol was something Yang admitted to benefiting. She was able to pick up better studying techniques listening to Weiss. She was Yang's angel at times, making sure she had some tea in the morning. Like an angel, she never lied to Yang. No matter how much she needed to hear it. Something Yang appreciated more than Weiss knew.

So, as she opened the door to her dorm, groceries in hand, she had to let Weiss know just how much she loved her.

"Yo baby! Ya main squeeze is back!"

Well, in her own way that is.

"Excuse me?" a masculine voice answered.

Yang was frozen solid. Weiss was standing like a soldier before what could be considered Yang's enemy. Unlike Winter, Weiss wasn't visibly nervous to disappoint. Here, she had her mask on. Perfect posture and an undeterred smile fitting as if a doll were present. Anything less, and her father would've has a problem with it.

"Oh!" Weiss laughed, "That's just a private joke." She gave Yang a desperate side-eye, "Right?"

Catching on, "Right. Some guys were cat calling us and it's,"

Jacques cut her off, "I don't mean to be rude, but I'd rather not hear about some degenerates verbally degrading my daughter and her roommate."

Yang nodded and entered the room.

"As you were saying?" Mr. Schnee said.

Weiss brought her attention back to her father filling him in on her school work. What techniques she used to tackle test and how often she studied. She spoke with perfect articulation and pronunciation. It was elegant but robotic. Yang put the food away listening to her girlfriend's performance. All Jacques heard was good news from his daughter. Yang's fist was clenched hearing her girlfriend recite lines like a toy for an overdressed child.

"Very good." He said, "Now, are you in any clubs?"

"No father," Weiss answered. "Just studying."

"What're your plans for the summer?" Jacques asked this as if it were rhetorical. Yang found out that it was.

"I know that you want me to come home for summer."

The fridge door slammed harder than Yang intended. Or perhaps she didn't. Either way, Weiss' bully decided to investigate.

"Something wrong Miss Long?" he asked.

"My hand slipped." She lied, "My arm's been a little jittery lately."

"I see." He eyed Yang's bionic arm. "It looks rather expensive. Who made it for you?"

Answering quickly, "A friend."

"My company can make you a better one." Schnee offered. At least, he believed it was an offer.

Insulted, "No thank you." She looked at Weiss, "So you're going home?"

Weiss raised a brow at her, "That's a private matter." Her left hand, out of sight from Jacques but clear for Yang, tugged on the hem of her skirt. Yang's mind eased a bit seeing the action. But not entirely.

Acting accordingly, "I just came to get my gym clothes. Didn't mean to interrupt."

"Don't worry Yang." Weiss said. "I forgive you."

It hurt them both so much to play the man's game. It pained Weiss to be so cold toward her friend. It tortured Yang not being able to hug or even be casual with her roommate. The women were in hell being unable to insinuate their relationship.

The sooner Yang was out of the dorm, the safer Jacques' face would be.

 

-Beacon Gym-

 

Jaune stood at the top of the bench as Yang pressed her anger away.

"Sounds like a real jerk," he said.

Yang kept to her workout while talking, "I'm gonna beat him to death with a spoon!"

"A...spoon?" Jaune repeated, slightly pleased.

"I'm gonna make an example out of him." Yang set the bar back in place with Arc's help. "Nobody messes with my girl."

How dare he make her dress up just for his arrival? How dare that bastard try to train her like some show pony? How dare that man try to take her away from Yang? She was getting pissed all over again thinking about it. And Jaune wasn't going to let that happen.

"I can see where you're coming from." Jaune admitted, "Don't tell Pyrrha this, but I get a little upset when other guys are staring at her."

Yang began to wipe down her equipment whilst listening.

Jaune poured his soul out, "I don't mean like, jealousy or anything. I mean...yeah, I get a little jealous but I know better. So it's not a big deal. What I mean is, I know what they're thinking. I know how attractive she is. I know why you and Weiss and Ruby never separated during spring break. I know that they want to hurt her. And...I get angry thinking about that. I just, want to protect her."

Yang swung her towel onto her shoulder and looked Jaune dead in the eye. He was a tad embarrassed admitting all of that. She had no idea why.

"Why not tell Pyrrha this?"

"It's...awkward," he answered. "I'm just saying, I relate. And," his eyes darted away, "if you can't stop other people from being jerks, you can always remind your girlfriend that you're not a jerk." Jaune paused to scratch his cheek. "Does that make sense?"

"Yep." Yang punched his arm, with her metal one.

"Ow!"

"Gotta say," She brought him in close in a one-armed hug, "you're quite the catch Jaune."

"Thanks." Jaune rubbed his arm, "I think."

 

-Dorms-

 

Weiss' text informing Yang that her father had left brought her back to the dorm. She stood outside, seeing Weiss' shadow from under the frame. This time, Yang knocked.

"I'm here," Weiss answered.

"I know," Yang said through the door. "Are you okay?"

Every piece of concern and worry Yang had was present in her voice. It was clear and not hidden in the slightest. Not that Yang wanted to worry about her love. Weiss, on the other hand, put an end to it in less than five seconds.

"I'm not going home for summer you inflated Barbie."

Yang barged in, "What?"

Weiss explained, "I told my dad that I needed to stay here in case a job that I applied for responded back. I couldn't exactly ask him to bribe the school to let me stay here over the summer without taking classes, with you in the room."

Yang walked into the room. She didn't stop when she came within arm's reach of Weiss though. She kept going, forcing Weiss to back up.

"What the hell?" Weiss asked reaching Yang's bed.

Standing over her as if she were trying to exert dominance, "What did you call me?" Yang's half smirk was the most attractive thing to Weiss at times.

Schnee smiled and gave a smug chuckle. She grabbed at Yang's top pulling her down the six inches needed for their foreheads to touch. For the first time in a long time, Weiss had the upper hand in flirting.

"I called you an 'inflated Barbie'," Weiss spoke with just the smallest hint of arrogance.

"Because I'm," Yang shot Weiss two finger guns, "Made In China!?"

Weiss dropped her smile. She was annoyed, confused, and hiding the fact that she thought the pun was funny.

"...You've never dated anyone before. I refuse to believe that I'm not your first girlfriend."

"Nu-uh!" Yang said like a child, "I've dated before you!"

"Who?" Weiss asked crossing her arms.

"None of your business!" Yang boasted still touching her forehead.

"Whatever." She spouted falling back onto the bed. "Just make sure to show me some love." She grunted as Yang's full weight hit her hips. The woman was straddling her. "That's not what I meant you perv."

"You wanna move in with me instead?" Yang offered. "We won't be locked inside the school if we have our own apartment. Ya know?"

"You have a place?" Weiss asked. At this point, she was done questioning Yang's suddenness.

"We can find one."

She could've argued against her rashness. Or perhaps her blind optimism. Instead, she let Yang have her ideals. Weiss gave into the fact that she was in love with a strange kind of woman.

Sighing, "Yeah. We can do that."

"Great." Yang ordered, "Now give daddy a kiss."

"I have a father already," Weiss looked away, "unfortunately."

Yang leaned down making sure Weiss had nothing else to look at. Her hands cupped both of Weiss' red cheeks as their noses touched. Like always, Yang had found the perfect words to turn Weiss into a complete blubbering mess.

"Your father is trash. I'm your daddy now."

END