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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      RWBY
  Relationship:
      Pyrrha_Nikos/Ruby_Rose
  Character:
      Pyrrha_Nikos, Ruby_Rose_(RWBY)
  Series:
      Part 2 of Melting_Gold
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-01-13 Words: 5450
****** The River Keeps On Flowing ******
by Xekstrin
Summary
     A smutty sequel to Melting Gold that takes place directly after the
     last chapter. Pyrrha and Ruby cautiously explore another facet of
     their relationship.
Notes
     You don't have to read Melting Gold to understand this but it would
     definitely help. I just didn't want that poor story to get an E
     rating just for one chapter when the rest of it is so fluffy!
     Comments and kudos are much appreciated.
The rain roused her. Five minutes before her alarm was due to ring, Ruby became
aware of the constant, dull roar. It picked up on the edge of her hearing, and
then slowly the rest of her senses woke up.
Pyrrha was awake, too. Ruby could tell by the faint hum of Aura coursing
underneath her skin. She knew the wavelengths of Pyrrha’s soul, the energy of
her when she was alert and hunting. The soft, muted thrum of her breathing when
she slept.
She kept her head close to Pyrrha's chest, breathing in her scent, listening
carefully to her strong heartbeat. Several paces slower than any she'd ever
heard, that heart remained placid and steady even when Pyrrha was in the thick
of a fight, covered in blood and pitch. Even when her mouth was over Ruby's,
eyes darkening in desire.
Pyrrha propped herself up on one arm, stroking her nails through Ruby’s hair.
Playing dead for a bit longer, Ruby suppressed her own energy and soaked in the
affection
A pair of strong arms pulled her even closer, long, lean legs linking with
hers.
"You're not fooling me," Pyrrha murmured into her ear.
Relaxing inch by inch, Ruby opened her eyes only to sulk. "That's no fair.
You're better at reading Aura than I am."
"I'm more practiced." Pyrrha cupped her face in both hands so she could kiss
Ruby's forehead. "But I can tell when you're faking. When you're really asleep,
you snore."
She was appalled. "I do?"
"Yes." Pyrrha kissed the tip of her nose. "But don't worry, it's cute snoring."
Her father’s house was empty. Tai was still out on a mission with Zwei, and
Yang off to have adventures on their short summer break. So no one was there to
demand their time, or their energy. They finally could be together without any
distractions.
It was a late morning, closer to noon when they woke up, but Ruby insisted on
making breakfast. Pyrrha watched her bustle around the kitchen, just a little
mystified. "But there's no pancake mix."
Arched up on the tips of her toes, Ruby reached for the flour. Her dad was
always putting it on the top shelf, and Yang wasn't around to grab it for her.
"Oh my god, Pyrrha."
When she turned around, arms laden with all the ingredients, Pyrrha tried her
best not to look shifty. "My parents and coaches made all my meals when I was
living at home," she said. "And at Beacon, they knew better than to let a
literal army of athletes go hungry."
She'd made this recipe so many times she hardly needed a measuring cup. It was
all by feel, how much flour, how much sugar. Sure, her first few years in the
kitchen ended in catastrophe more often than not. But it had forged Ruby into a
battle-ready chef. "Not an excuse! Come here."
Standing at Pyrrha's side, she pushed the jar of cinnamon into her hand. "Give
it a few gentle shakes," she said, taking her wrist and doing it for her. "Like
this."
"Okay."
"And a capful of vanilla extract."
"Is that like, a teaspoon, or..."
Ruby shrugged. "I just use the cap on the bottle."
"This feels dangerous." Pyrrha was just teasing her. Probably.
They mixed the dry and wet ingredients together, and Ruby let her voice drop
flirtatiously. "Honey, if you think this is dangerous... you should see me with
raw cookie dough."
"When you die of salmonella poisoning, at least I'll be able to say I told you
so."
Maybe it was because she hadn't properly woken up yet, but every other thing
Pyrrha said made Ruby giggle. Late morning shifted into late afternoon, the
rain never letting up once. A sudden cold shift in the winds whipped the muggy
air away, dropping the temperature like a rock. Sitting on the kitchen table
with tablets open in front of them, the two of them did work while quietly
chatting.
This feels so good.
The realization took her by surprise, like the feeling of Pyrrha reaching under
the table to hold her hand. A calloused thumb rubbed over the back of her palm,
warm with affection, casual and thoughtless.
"We really ought to burn off breakfast," Pyrrha said, but didn't sound
particularly convinced. "I hate running in the rain, though."
"When did that happen?" Ruby wondered, glancing outside at the gray mists.
"Hmm?"
"When did we stop liking the rain," she explained. "Remember being a kid and
getting suuuper hype because it was raining?"
It occurred to her suddenly that maybe hers wasn't a universal experience, that
not everyone had a house in the woods and a rambunctious older sister. There
were always adventures to be had in the woods. She remembered running outside
and playing for hours, though she was hard-pressed to remember what, exactly,
she and Yang did. It was always more about the feelings than any specific
games.
"Well, we had our parents to clean up after us, when we were done." Pyrrha
sounded lost in thought, her chin resting on one fist. Her green eyes were a
little unfocused, like she was sleepy, still. Ruby knew cloudy weather tended
to put a damper on her spirits. "And warm us up afterward."
The rain did look cold, now that Pyrrha mentioned it. These were nothing like
the autumn rains due later in the year, the ones that felt like every drop of
water was laced through with needles. But it probably wouldn't be a warm summer
shower like the ones from her childhood.
She looked outside wistfully, wondering about times past, and things she'd
lost.
Until Pyrrha stood up so fast her chair squealed on the kitchen floor. "Okay,"
she said, "We're going!"
Ruby blinked in confusion. "Hmm? Where?"
Without even an exhale of exertion, Pyrrha scooped Ruby into her arms. She
carried her princess style, and even after years together there was something
so effortless about it that it made Ruby's heart skip a beat.
"To play in the rain." Pyrrha said it like it was obvious.
She kicked her legs in excitement, arms tightening around Pyrrha's shoulders.
"Eee! Okay!"
Working the door open without dropping Ruby took a second, but once she did,
Pyrrha broke into a sprint. They ran into the rain, screaming in delight and
shock. It poured so hard they were instantly drenched, mitigating any room for
second thoughts or doubts.
A full body shiver ran through her. "Nooo! It's cold!" The storm must have
traveled in from the north, bringing in the winds and low temperature even in
the summer.
On days when the air conditioning broke, the cold rains felt like a blessing.
Today...
Ruby screamed again, breaking free of Pyrrha's arms. "We'll warm up if we keep
moving. Like a wilderness mission!" She turned on her heel, hands held behind
her back as she grinned at Pyrrha. "We've been on plenty of cold-weather
missions before!"
Without her hair piece holding her bangs up, Pyrrha had to keep mopping them
out of her eyes like a wet dog. "We were properly equipped for those."
"No takebacks! Follow me!" Her semblance rippled to life, leaving a storm of
petals to surround Pyrrha. Waving to get her attention, Ruby pointed to the
treeline. "Over here! There's a creek in the forest, it looks really cool when
it's raining."
When Pyrrha caught up to her, Ruby rippled away again. "Come on, slow poke.
It's this way." Soon they reached the creek, swollen with rain to rival any
river. Ruby fluttered in and out of view like a forest spirit, giggling at
Pyrrha's attempt to keep up. Every time she reached Ruby, the younger girl
would fly away again, just out of reach.
It quickly turned into a huntress game of tag.
Pyrrha stalked her now, the roar of her Aura alive and furious under the
surface of her skin. Her eyes burned pale green, specter-like in the hazy
mists. They darted after Ruby, seeing not just her body but her very soul, the
flash of red and white, Aura and semblance. She predicted Ruby's movements, and
they raced along the muddy riverbank.
A skilled fighter like Pyrrha could track her movements, Ruby knew. She
projected her destination too much when she got careless.
Sure enough, when she tried it one last time, Pyrrha was waiting for her. She
materialized almost on top of Pyrrha, who coiled two strong arms around her.
They toppled over, rolling down onto the ground with a chorus of shrieking
laughter.
Their Auras flashed bright, soaking up all the hurt and leaving them unharmed,
but completely filthy.
Pyrrha tried one more time to push her long hair out of her face. With her
hands caked in mud, she didn't notice when she accidentally wove a little twig
into her mane. "Is this what you and Yang would do?"
They sat up at last, giggling and shivering in the rain and mud. "We made
boats," she said when she could control herself. "And floated them down the
creek."
The two of them went hunting for materials. Ruby pulled a knife the size of her
forearm from her boot, whittling the chunk of wood lightning-fast until it
actually looked like a small canoe. She made two, carving their initials into
each. Then they trudged upstream to find a good place to release them.
"Away they go!" Ruby said, crouching down by the water and letting the boats
run free. Straightening out, she leaned against Pyrrha, their arms linking
again as the boats sailed away.
The storm intensified, rinsing them clean for the most part. But the initial
relief was wiped away as the water continued its assault harder than ever.
Pyrrha ushered them into the shelter of nearby trees, keeping Ruby in her arms
as she squinted upwards.
"If it doesn't let up soon we should head back inside," she said, when more
than a few raindrops fell fierce enough to make her Aura flash in alarm.
"Goodness, is it hailing?"
She held Ruby tighter, arms looped around her neck so that she could cover the
top of her head with both palms.
"We should be fine here for a bit," Ruby said, shivering slightly. With a
crooked smile, she plucked the little twig out of Pyrrha's hair. Then she
rummaged around in her pockets for another hairpin— she always had two or three
on her, not counting the Schnee snowflake she always wore.
Patient and silent, Pyrrha closed her eyes and let Ruby comb her long red hair
out of her face again, this time pinning it so it wouldn't keep falling.
"There," she said when she was done. "Doesn't that feel better?"
"Much," Pyrrha said, before bending down and kissing her.
It was sweet and warm, a spot of unexpected relief. Pulling her closer, Ruby
deepened the kiss. Nothing banished the frigid, pervasive chill in the air
except for the pure strip of heat between them where they were pressed chest to
chest.
When Pyrrha pulled away her breath escaped her in a stream of dense fog, eyes
half-lidded.
Ruby kissed her again, numb fingers working underneath the hem of her shirt.
She was starved for heat now, and everywhere she touched Pyrrha lit up like a
furnace. Some quirk of faintly drumming Aura and desire worked her up to a
blazing brilliance, green light shimmering over her skin in waves.
Drenched through with rainwater, Ruby felt like two sides of a coin. One half
freezing cold and the other steaming hot, and a sharp, thin division between
the two.
Pyrrha pulled back first, turning away to sneeze. "Okay, this—" she sneezed
again, more violently. As she did that, Ruby looked around them to notice the
rain wasn't lessening, exactly. Just falling softer...
In the form of snow.
"This— it's the middle of summer!" Pyrrha stammered in distress while Ruby
giggled. "What is happening out here?!"
"Welcome to Patch," Ruby said. "We have an untapped white Dust vein off the
northern coast." Stamping her feet a few times, she shuddered. "It'll melt away
by tonight, I bet."
Pyrrha held her close once more, but this time she tried to tuck herself into
Ruby's arms. "I'm not dressed for this weather. Let's go back inside, please?"
Laughing, Ruby took her hand and lead her out of the forest. A thin coat of ice
ran over every rivulet. It crunched under their feet, shockingly loud in the
sudden absence of the constant, rolling waves of rain.
"N-now I'm wondering why I wanted to go play in the rain," Pyrrha said.
"Because you were being silly."
"Sorry," Pyrrha said instinctively.
So Ruby stopped long enough to pat the back of her hand consolingly. The flurry
of snow had already stopped, replacing by rock-hard rain again. "Don't
apologize. It's nice to remember you can be silly sometimes. Sillier than me,
even... it makes me love you even more."
A big smile spread across Pyrrha's face. Not the cold or the freezing rain
managed to wash it off as they trudged back to Ruby's house. Stepping inside,
Pyrrha squeezed out of her wet shoes and glanced up and down the hallway.
"Mind if I use your shower?" she asked, trembling again, but still grinning ear
to ear.
"My home is your home, you don't need to ask." Ruby kissed her one more time
before giving her a nudge in the direction of the bathrooms. "Go get warm. I'll
make sure all the pipes aren't frozen over."
Stepping back outside when she was soaked through ranked high in the top ten
list of things Ruby Rose regretted in her short, short life.
After a quick scan, Ruby also made sure Tai's flower garden was covered up. The
cold flash had mostly passed, thankfully, and it didn't seem like it would last
through the night. But still.
Satisfied for the time being, she headed back inside with chattering teeth.
A hot shower was the only thing on her mind when she passed the main bathroom
on her way to her father's room. The door was open just a crack, light spilling
out alongside tendrils of sluggish steam. From within she heard the hiss of
running water, and Pyrrha humming faintly. The sound of her voice struck Ruby
like a lightning bolt, threatening to overwhelm her again with a surge of
fondness.
Oh, Ruby thought suddenly, Why am I not in there with her?
What ensued was the most fraught moral and ethical decision she'd ever made.
Clearing her throat, she leaned on the door. "Hey, Pyrrha," she said, trying to
be casual though her voice was strained. "Is it okay if we shower together?"
"Sure." That single word felt curved somehow, like a cat's smile.
So Pyrrha was on the same wavelength as her. That was important.
Arguably more important: Ruby was freezing and couldn't wait not to be. So,
stripping in an instant, she hopped into the shower and moaned in relief when
the hot water hit her. Way hotter than she usually enjoyed, but she wasn't
about to complain.
She wiped the water out of her eyes and smiled up at Pyrrha, who was angling
the showerhead to hit the shorter girl better.
"Awww. Thanks."
Pyrrha winked. "Don't mention it."
So Ruby didn't say anything at all. Instead she drank her in, seeing Pyrrha for
the first time completely naked, in full light, in full view. Her figure
brought to mind ancient statues, the ideal forms of beauty left in forgotten
temples outside the city walls.
Lathering up a bar of soap between her palms, Pyrrha tsked. "You're caked in
mud. Allow me."
Having someone else bathe her was a strange experience. Especially when Pyrrha
was done and there was no excuse to keep touching each other except for the
fact that they wanted to. So when Pyrrha kissed her, she traced the lines of
her hips down to the place Ruby wanted to touch most.
Pyrrha twitched away, giggling with nerves. "I'm pretty sure you're supposed to
work up to that."
"Sorry," Ruby said, all the heat in her body rushing to her ears. "You know I
tend to charge in head-first."
Transgression or no, confronting the awkwardness did a lot to batter down any
lingering hesitation. Pyrrha kissed her again, long and slow. Hands slick with
soap stroked down her back. The only thing between them then was pure friction,
electric and overwhelming. It felt like thawing out after a long night in the
cold, the pleasing buzz of sensation returning to frozen limbs.
"Well just so you know," Ruby said, "I'm pretty worked up."
In truth she was so turned on it actually hurt. Her whole body ached to be
touched, desire so keen it felt like the edge of a knife. At first she'd been
nervous.
Then Pyrrha's hands trailed over her breasts before squeezing them
experimentally. Every worry she had burned away in a jolt of unexpected
pleasure, a gasp escaping her. Pleased, Pyrrha kept exploring every inch of
her, returning to her sensitive nipples every so often to tweak another gasp
out of her. With a curious glance down, she projected her destination clearly,
giving Ruby time to stop her before she dared to touch her directly, fingers
parting through dark red hair.
The shock of it almost made her leap in surprise. The careful, curious
explorations found her soaking wet, hotter than the water streaming down both
their bodies.
It felt impossibly good, better than kissing her. She had no idea how someone
else touching her would be so different from touching herself, but it was
exhilarating, like the first time she'd sparred against Pyrrha and held her
own.
The kiss deepened, Pyrrha's calloused fingers rubbing rough circles around her
clit. Ruby felt like she was rising, flying, riding up to the tallest tower,
and she fought the urge to do the same to Pyrrha, wanting to wrap arms and legs
around her and climb her like a tree.
"How are you so beautiful?"
Pyrrha's voice brought her back to the ground. She sounded awed when she said
it, heat barely restrained behind her gaze.
Distracted as she was, Ruby couldn't batter down the instinct to deflect the
compliment. "I'm not. Not like you—"
"You are." Pyrrha insisted with another kiss, and the press of her body against
Ruby's meant the hand between her legs pressed in harder too. A terrible noise
escaped her, a needy, whining shout. But she didn't even have time to be
mortified when Pyrrha ground against her, wiping all other thoughts from her
head. "You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen."
And then Pyrrha followed it with something in her native language that Ruby
couldn't begin to understand. Words that normally curled around her now seemed
crushed down into something rusted and hard. "I love you so much." She spoke in
between biting kisses, muttering it in two languages. "—Love you so much. Are
you close?"
Adoration stripped down her defenses, leaving Ruby gazing helplessly up at
Pyrrha. "I—" the realization that Pyrrha wanted an answer knocked her sidewise.
Words seemed so hard. "I don't know," she admitted, distressed.
To her dismay, Pyrrha pulled back a little. Worry drew little lines between her
brow. "Have you done what I suggested?"
She could barely keep herself anchored, one hand on the wall and the other
clutching onto Pyrrha's bicep. "Mmnnnmgghhh," she whined, teeth bared as she
averted her gaze. "Come on, Pyrrha! It's embarrassing!"
"I don't want to learn your body before you do." The fact that she remained so
calm and even-keeled despite what was happening would have been infuriating if
it weren't also unbearably sweet.
Ruby protested with another grumble. "It's boring by myself. I never enjoy it
alone!" In her eyes, being bored was a fate worse than death. If Pyrrha hadn't
grasped that by now, she probably never would.
Pyrrha just seemed darkly amused, head tilted to the side. "Well surely you
picked up a thing or two since the last time we were this close."
Then she cut off whatever Ruby was about to say by sliding two fingers down,
parting through slick folds. They teased penetration, but never delved any
further. Even though it would have beenso easy. Each slow stroke brought her
closer just by virtue of how wet Ruby was. It would be so easy to move her hips
down to meet Pyrrha's fingers the next time she stroked up. She didn't care how
it would look from the outside, only how good it would feel, how good it must
feel—
"Why don't we go to the bed and you can show me?"
YES!
Breathless, Ruby nodded furiously.
Pyrrha shut off the water and Ruby stumbled out on unsteady legs. Another flash
of self consciousness struck her then, making her freeze. She didn't know the
protocol for post-shower sex. Should she ever bother offering Pyrrha a towel?
The answer came in the form of another kiss, this time on her cheek, and long
arms wrapping around her shoulders from behind. "You okay?"
"Yes." Grinning in sudden wickedness, Ruby vanished out of her hands in a puff
of rose petals, reappearing in the hallway. "Race you to my room!"
"That's not fair!"
But she'd rocketed over to her room and leaped onto the bed a full minute
before Pyrrha registered she was even gone. When she caught up to Ruby, she
punished her by shoving her down and covering her with a hundred kisses until
she begged for mercy. Her palm covered the back of Ruby's hand, urging her back
down to pick up where they left off.
"Am I going to have to teach you how to do this?" Pyrrha said against her lips,
voice low and rusted again.
Ruby could never resist a goad. "Yes, please."
Shock blossomed on Pyrrha's face, clearly not expecting that answer. So Ruby
took another chance to be bold. It was better, miles better, to take Pyrrha's
hand and use it instead of her own. Now she could go as deep as she like,
muscle past whatever hesitations Pyrrha might have and grind against her palm.
The stark height difference between them mattered less here. She could finally
feel Pyrrha's full weight on her, the friction of being chest to chest its own
separate delight. Pyrrha's mouth claimed her, trying to keep busy as Ruby
moaned and writhed with need.
"I still don't know if I can—" she started in a breathless murmur, but Pyrrha
wouldn't let her finish her sentence— again.
"It doesn't matter," Pyrrha promised. She kissed her hard, biting her lower
lip. "If this is where you feel good, we can stay here as long as you like."
That last lock around her heart— stress she didn't even realize she was
carrying— melted away. Finally, she could truly relax into what she truly
wanted: to be closer to Pyrrha. The next kiss lingered.
She let go of Pyrrha's hand, wanting to hold onto her. She linked her arms
around Pyrrha's neck, stroking down her muscled back. In between sighs and
murmurs they found a rhythm together.
Ruby could have stayed like that forever. With Pyrrha's head resting in the
crook of her neck as her powerful arms worked deep inside her. With her mind
empty of everything except slow, hazy bliss. It was like a cloud had settled
over them, the thick ones that made the air go quiet and warm.
"Tell me you love me again," she said, or she tried to say, her mouth muffled
with Pyrrha's skin. When she tried again, a bolt of pleasure more intense than
anything she'd ever felt blindsided her. It was so strong she was certain
they'd accidentally broken something, a deep throb of pressure that felt like
her whole body had been freshly struck from the forge.
Oh, wait, is that it? she thought, for a split second disappointed, but not
surprised.
Until it happened again. She shouted in shock, gripping Pyrrha's shoulders too
tight.
Concerned green eyes floated into her vision. "Ruby? Are you okay?"
Words? Now? Now?! When she could barely fucking breathe?! "I'm—" She suddenly
wanted to dig through Pyrrha's skin, she wanted to bite and claw like some
animal pinned down. "I think I'm—" Blinding, searing white light shone behind
her closed eyes. Some other person was there on the bed now, someone else was
screaming in confused pleasure, squirming in delight, seeking friction on every
inch of her body.
Even when it was over it wasn't really over. Her pulse hammered between her
legs and behind her eyes; the waves petered out but didn't entirely stop. There
was a bigger gap between each one, granting enough time for her to think she
could relax before another one hit her and she gasped God's name out loud.
Pyrrha withdrew, kissing her over and over again on her sweat-soaked brow.
After that she didn't, couldn't, say anything at all. Ruby let Pyrrha hold her
to her breasts, her chin resting on top of Ruby's head. She was exhausted, and
a little awed.
"Oh no," were the first things she muttered, ears turning red. "I made a bunch
of weird noises."
Pyrrha laughed, body shaking. "I don't care. Did you enjoy yourself?"
"Yes." She wriggled back, keeping Pyrrha at arm's length. She wanted to make a
little jab about Pyrrha's "helpful suggestions" but right then it was terribly
hard to muster up any energy for outrage. All she felt was warmth and blood
buzzing through her body, happiness singing through her skin. "Do you want me
to touch you too?"
Propped on her side, Pyrrha kept her expression neutral. As hard as she tried,
though, Ruby could see that dark hunger in her eyes, the tense lines of her
body pulled taut as guitar strings. "I'd like that very much," she admitted
carefully. "But now I'm worried you feel obligated."
"Nah!" In an instant she'd shoved her onto her back. Straddling Pyrrha's hips,
Ruby palmed one of her breasts, playing with it like she'd like hers to be
played with. It was only slightly disappointing that Pyrrha didn't seem to have
as strong a reaction. "You do know I like touching you, right? That I want
you?"
That prompted an uncertain laugh. "It's hard to believe, sometimes."
"I wanted to do this since we woke up this morning." Free now to do whatever
she liked, she was struck by how daunting that freedom actually was. She
understood, a little bit, why Pyrrha wanted Ruby to learn herself first before
they had sex together. "Is there anything you'd really like me to do?"
Pyrrha cast her a knowing, wicked grin, somehow transmitting See? I told you so
without either of them exchanging a word. "It's whatever you want, Ruby. Or
nothing at all. I know it's scary."
She blinked a few times, processing that. "You think it's scary?"
"Of course I do." She reached up, hands on Ruby's waist to enjoy the feel of
her skin. "You're not...?"
Ruby shook her head, their interactions suddenly cast in a different light. For
all she seemed so much more experienced, so much more beautiful and powerful
and confident, this was Pyrrha's first time too. So Ruby was determined to make
it as good as she could.
Bending down, she took Pyrrha's face in her hands and kissed her. Her lips were
pink and wet from being kissed dozens of times already, and she took a dozen
more, and was left unsatisfied still. She wanted to kiss her everywhere.
That's how she found the spots on Pyrrha's body that made her melt. She kissed
down her arms, stopping with a polite kiss on the back of her hand like a
gentleman, like she didn't smell and taste her own sex on Pyrrha's fingers.
Which gave her an idea. Shifting back, she kissed down her belly, making Pyrrha
giggle, and then gasp in surprise when she took a little bite of her inner
thigh.
"What are you doing?" she asked, though it was more a warm statement than a
question.
"I don't know where to touch, but I figure I can't go wrong with a kiss." She
proved it, pressing her lips gently against her and smiling at the shudder it
provoked in Pyrrha. Her tongue flicked out on instinct, wanting to taste, and
then she did it again until she was flooded with heat.
She didn't know why she'd thought it would be hard. It was as easy as reading
Pyrrha on her bad days, when the older girl retreated into complete silence. Or
when they were fighting on the field together. Nothing more than a twitch, a
look into each other's eyes, and they were immediately on the same page.
It was a mess, but she relished in it. Eagerly spreading her open to lap away
at her, Ruby kept giggling at how every little touch made Pyrrha twist and
squirm. The most surprising part was how seeing Pyrrha getting off made her hot
again too, like her skin was stitched on too tight.
Especially when she spoke again, her voice still deep and needy with lust. "You
feel so amazing," she said, the words stretched out between another moan.
A row of excited, neon exclamation points might as well have sprung up over her
head at the praise.
Pyrrha carded rough fingers through her hair until it was all smoothed back,
still damp from the shower. The bed itself was drenched, she noticed with
amusement, from sex and sweat and bathwater. Pyrrha's heels dug into the
sheets, scrabbling for purchase and Ruby was forced to hold her down.
It didn't quite click what was happening until Pyrrha's grip on her head
tightened. Pyrrha warned her in a choked whisper, and Ruby pushed her further
in return.
Come drenched her lips, splashed down her chin even as she tried not to waste a
single drop. Pyrrha's self-control shredded with every instinctive thrust onto
Ruby's mouth, both hands clutching onto her head. Her native tongue took on
another shape, thick as a mouthful of sweet wine.
Pyrrha released her slowly, petting through her hair one last time as if in
silent apology.
Wiping her mouth off with the back of her arm, Ruby sat back and laughed. "Can
I make a gross joke and ruin the moment?"
Pyrrha sighed, one hand over her face. "Please don't. Come here and hold me."
So she did, curled around Pyrrha's back and kissing her shoulders. They didn't
talk about it for a while, just lazed around feeling pleased with themselves.
"We goofed around all day." At last Pyrrha spoke into the pillows. Her full,
golden body stretched out over most of Ruby's small bed. It felt more
comfortable than last night. Whatever tension between them that remained had
been sandpapered away.
"We're on break," Ruby reminded her, staring at Pyrrha's back, her heavily
muscled shoulders flexing as she stretched and rolled the kinks out of them.
Quietly, and not for the first time, she was thrilled to be lucky enough to
touch her.
The sun was rising now, flooding the room with gold light, and Ruby wanted
something more than she'd ever wanted anything before. Desire ate her alive,
but not like the kind they'd enkindled just hours before. Fierce
possessiveness. An inkling of what she might have... of what they could have,
one day in the future.
She didn't want this to end. She didn't want to go back to Beacon after the
summer break was over, and go back to sharing all her privacy with six of her
friends. This weekend had given her a snapshot of bliss and shown her exactly
how good life could be.
She was young and in love and impulsive.
Ruby squeezed her tight, pressing her forehead to the center of Pyrrha's back.
"When we graduate," she said, "Let's_move_in_together."
Pyrrha rested a hand over the back of Ruby's palm. "That sounds like a dream."
"Really?!" She squeezed her tighter. "You really think so, too?!"
Pyrrha laughed under her breath. "Of course. Why wouldn't I?"
Because Ruby already regretted saying it. Not because she didn't mean it or
didn't want it, but because it made them both too vulnerable.
"I know it's a lot and maybe if you want to wait until after that or— or maybe
you don't want to wait, but—" she started, giving Pyrrha a chance to back out.
But Pyrrha stopped her. She turned around in Ruby's arms, angling her head up
for a kiss. "For you, I'd wait as long as I needed to."
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