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Art by Dae.
Weiss could only remember one other time she’d slept this well. This peacefully. At the hazy edges of her earliest memories, one distinct night stood out. Little Weiss had had a bad dream, and the emptiness of her palatial bed in her cold, lonely bedroom in its private wing of the Schnee mansion had driven her from it.
She remembered looking at her father’s closed office door and yearning, briefly, before moving on. Even at such a tender young age, Weiss had already learned that Jacques Schnee would never be a source of comfort in her life.
Instead, she’d wandered the desolate, shadowy parlors of the home that felt like no such thing until she’d found her mother. That’s where her older sister Winter had found her; tugging passed out Willow Schnee’s arm, the one not still firmly clenching a wine bottle, alternatively begging her to wake up and apologizing profusely for whatever she’d done wrong that was driving Mommy to ignore her. Although still a child herself, Winter had scooped her little sister up and held her tight, wiping away her tears and explaining, through her own thick throat, that nothing was Weiss’s fault, that this was just something Mommy did sometimes. She’d gotten her a glass of warm milk and then taken her to her own bedroom, tucking little Weiss in under her heavy blankets and curling up around her. Winter had warmed her body better than the embers in the fireplace, and her young heart, too little for the pain that being a Schnee had already inflicted on it, like no flame ever could.
It was the best Weiss had ever slept. The only time she could remember waking up feeling safe, and warmed, and loved.
Until today.
Warmth. Weiss was surrounded by soft and warm. It was dreamily comfortable, a perfect hug like she hadn’t felt since that night, years and years ago, that Winter had tucked her in and snuggled her nightmares away. Weiss couldn’t remember why, but she knew the last few days had been stressful on her, body and mind. But now, something about the way her entire body felt embraced told her sleepy mind that she was perfectly safe, and perfectly cared for. With a deep, contented moan, she cuddled down into her bedding.
Her bedding moved beneath her and mumbled something.
Bed linens weren’t supposed to do that, right?
Reluctantly, Weiss groggily probed her senses. Now that she was focusing on it, she was really quite warm. And there was a smell, a mix of sweat and varying shampoos and something else that, while unplaceable, left her belly stirring with excitement.
Now that she was focusing on what she was feeling, her bedding material felt remarkably like… skin.
A lot of skin.
Weiss inhaled sharply, and her eyes flew open with a start.
Skin, dusty pink and spotted with freckles, rolled across soft hills all around her. Under her cheek, her palm, and against her own skin. It gently rose and fell in the sunlight, and something in her really wanted to kiss it. Weiss turned her head a little, and a tumble of golden hair fell across her vision, silky strands brushing her face in a way that felt both familiar, and very strange.
Consciousness burning away the last clinging fogs of sleep, Weiss suddenly realized that she was sleeping on Yang Xiao Long’s breast. Her teammate , her friend’s , naked breast. And Yang’s chest wasn’t the only part that was naked; judging by how everything up and down Weiss’s body felt, she was very naked, and pressed against a great deal of Yang’s skin.
But then… what’s that wrapped around my back?
Her question was interrupted by a flicker of motion and a rumble near her face. The dark shape in front of her resolved itself into lustrously-black hair sprawling across the other side of Yang’s chest, with a feline ear rising from it and twitching in the sunlight.
…Blake?
Cautiously, Weiss raised her hand from where it was resting on Yang’s belly, lifting the sheet that covered them so she could steal a peek down. Her cheeks ignited with a hot flush as she confirmed that Yang, and herself, and apparently Blake, were very naked.
But that would mean…
The warm skin embracing her from behind pulled her tighter back against it, and Weiss felt a face burrow into her back. Her lower body shuddered, sensation climbing her spine with a shiver, as whomever was behind her stirred. “Mmmm, baking… cookies…” a voice mumbled.
Ruby. Who also feels naked.
Some part of Weiss’s mind was deeply, inexplicably happy being in a naked cuddle pile with her teammates, but she absolutely could not be listening to that base part of her right now. Her breath speeding up prompted Yang to shift underneath her again, which led to more ear twitches from Blake and those big, rich amber eyes, intoxicating like a snifter of brandy, flickering open. Weiss found herself staring into Blake’s sleepy gaze. Instead of being panicked, as was proper , the other student Huntress had the absolute audacity to smile at her. Under the sheets, Weiss felt fingertips sliding across Yang’s stomach to intertwine with her own.
It was then that Weiss noticed the ache in her belly, and between her thighs. A good ache, incredible even, like soreness of muscles after a really good workout. It felt… foreign, alien… but wonderful and satisfying at the same time. Weiss wasn’t some wanton hussy, but she wasn’t completely naive either.
I… Weiss, I’m pretty sure you just had sex. A great deal of really good sex.
As Blake’s heavy eyelashes fluttered at her, Weiss let her head sink back down into Yang’s tit. Sucking in a deep, shaky breath, she tried to flush her body with a sense of calm. Of course, it completely eluded her.
What the FUCK happened last night?!