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Chapter 12
"I'm sorry but I have to ask." Blake hesitated only slightly. "What in the world gave you the idea to edge and orgasm in morse code?"
"Ok, yeah, I wanna know too!" Weiss agreed, the ice queen thoroughly thawing for the fiery blonde throat even just a small session of getting to know each other in a context other than simply fighting grimm.
"Actually, that was because of Ruby!" Yang's eyes glimmered, excited to share the story.
Weiss chuckled and rolled her eyes. "Course, no matter who I blame, it is always the wrong person."
Blake snickered and Yang just shrugged. "Umm, but, yeah. Ruby was thirteen when…" Yang's eyes jumped between the monochrome duo. "Whichever one of you started doing the doo Saturday nights at ten like clockwork."
Weiss covered her face with her hands. "Oh god."
"What, you just leaped to do it whenever mom and dad left to do something with Whitley?" Blake teased.
"Yeah… he always had cotillion practice on Saturdays; it was the only time I knew I would have the house to myself…" The Schnee wished to die of shame.
"Oh!" Blake laughed and hugged her soulmate apologetic and comforting.
"But, yeah. At the same time that started, Ruby got really into codes and secret messages. She made me learn morse code so we could send messages in front of our dad without our scrolls." Yang shrugged with a mild blush. "So, I guess I just always saw it as a way to communicate with a soul mate if I ever needed to. But back then, I both didn't have something so easy to tap… or twat out as just Beacon Academy, and I had just figured waiting would be fine. I guess I just got impatient?" Yang gave just about enough time that she had anticipated one of the others to speak up, but when neither of them did, something maybe a mite more true slipped out. "I… umm, maybe I did it because I was jealous of Ruby; my little sister found her someone before me, and they seemed so happy n'..." She trailed off.
"In that case, I am happy you did it."
"Soulmate who was about ready to kill me over this a couple months ago say what!"
"Well… I mean! She makes a point!" Weiss pointed towards the blonde. "I mean, I would be lying if I said I weren't at least a little jealous of Penny too."
"Ye of all so easily being wooed over."
"Not going to lie, I didn't expect you to be the one going hard on me." Yang winced at Blake as if only just now discovering a knife in her back.
"I! It's not that. I'm sorry, just someone…" Blake glared at Weiss. "Was rather rough on me at first, and I am a little stunned."
Yang nodded back softly, still seeming somewhat uneasy.
Weiss silently looked to Blake, her eyes pleading a wordless request that the faunus seemed to intrinsically understand. Apparently, the two had grown quite efficient at communicating that way through their time spent on opposite ends of a bed with hands between their thighs. Blake's only reply a small nod, but Weiss knew. "Come up here." The heiress gently gestured for the odd one out of the inevitable throuple to join them on the bed.
"What?" Yang tensed uncertain.
"Come on, get up here." Blake gestured with her head.
"I- Ok?" Yang stood hesitant and moved closer as the other two seemed to move apart to greet her. The moment her knee hit the edge of the bed, going to assist her in hopping up on the tall mattress, Blake and Weiss seemed to pull her into them so they could give their teammate a small snuggle.
Blake and Weiss exchanged a small look over Yang's shoulder before giving a small nod and each leaving a kiss at either of Yang's cheeks. "You aren't alone in this." "It's ok." Yang had a hard time making out whose voice was whos over the duo whispering into either ear.
"I was mad, but I get it." Weiss squeezed.
"Me too."
"Like she said, we were talking about you before you got here."
"We are both still figuring it all out."
"But we both decided that we still at the very least love you as our teammate."
"And that if things came to be so, it didn't need to end there." Blake finished for them both.
"I- Umm, are you two sure?" Yang resisted the growing urge to melt into the other women holding her comfortingly.
"Yeah." "We are." Blake and Weiss seemed to work together to push the blonde over so they were all laying down, cuddled in the bed.
Yang felt her arms naturally rising to wrap around the other two, pulling them in close as she yielded to the comfort they clearly strived to give her. After accepting the slightest amount of affection, it only took the blonde a moment to realize where the four foreign hands rested on her body. None touching or grabbing anywhere it shouldn't be, but they all seemed to be resting somewhere just an inch away or so from the context of the cuddle changing entirely.
"What?" A hand suddenly appeared at her cheek. "Might you be comfortable with." "What do you want?" The voices alternated despite asking the same thing just into different ears.
"I-" Yang suddenly could feel the way Blake and Weiss's legs threatened to tangle with her own or for their thighs to press against somewhere still a mess from a long day.
"We've said how we feel." "What we want" "Your turn." Gentle nuzzles at either of Yang's shoulders felt irrefutable comfortable.
"You don't have to know now." Yang could distinguish that had come from Blake.
"But if you do, all the better."
"In the meantime?"
"We can just cuddle like this," "If you want?" Both of the girls left the lightest kiss at Yang's neck, not innocent, but also not quite not innocent either.
"Are you sure?" Yang asked them both worried that the answer might suddenly change.
"I am." Blake comforted, her hand pulling some stray blonde locks from Yang's face.
"Me too."
"I- I'd be lying if I said there wasn't a way that this was a dream I never thought to actually think of." Yang admitted. "There really is something delightful to the idea of having two to love rather than just one." Her voice hesitated a moment. "And, honestly, I'd be hard-pressed to find any single person better than either of you; but both?"
Weiss and Blake's eyes met once more to check if this was really something they were comfortable with. Having already more or less jumped into bed with another woman was one thing, but the possibility of things progressing to their natural end was still something else entirely. But odd as it was, not everything about it was entirely new, now was it? They had been teammates for coming up on half a year, so it wasn't like any of them were strangers, and, realistically, they had been giving each other orgasms for more than long enough that it shouldn't be that weird, right? Those were the thoughts floating around between either of the monochrome duo's ears at least.
Blake was the first to build up the courage, her hand finding Yang's cheek and turning the woman's head towards her. Slightly, she leaned in, making her intentions all but abundantly evident. "May I?" She whispered.
"K-" Yang choked as Blake immediately began the softest nod she had ever seen. "Yes?" She tried unsure.
"You don't have t-"
"Yes." Yang repeated with all the confidence she had lacked. From there it all felt too easy, the slipperiest slope the blonde could ever wish to fall down. Blake's kiss soft and caring in a way almost alien to the blonde accustomed to nothing long term save the ongoing affair she maintained with her vibrator.
"Is this ok?" The breathless whisper questioned with a concerned air to it.
"Very." Yang rushed to reply between breaths staggered with the overwhelming wonder as to how this had ever happened or how it could proceed.
"And if I?" Weiss's carefully manicured nails took their turn to turn Yang's head.
"Yes." Yang doubled down.
"Then kiss me, dumbass." Weiss teased as she closed her eyes and just barely parted her lips.
Yang didn't need to be told twice, quickly delving in to kiss the heiress. Though slower to warm than Blake had been, Weiss still seemed to enjoy if the way her arms and legs wrapped around the blonde was anything to judge by. Then there was what felt like the truest of measures, the way Weiss seemed to roll her hips into the beefier blonde as the kiss deepened. The white-haired woman's fingers clenched and pulled slightly at Yang's hip and shoulder.
"She's pretty good at that huh?" Blake smiled over Yang's shoulder, all too able to read the signs of arousal covering Weiss's face.
"S! Shut up!" Weiss pulled away and covered her mouth, cheeks burning red.
"That means she liked it." Blake teased for Yang.
"Well, I am glad. I rather liked it too." Yang settled a little further into the bed.
"I think she is still really wound up, she was really nice to me today, all of what you might have felt were her taking pity on me."
"I was not taking pity on you! And I am not wound up!"
"Pity? Pity on you for what?"
"Blake… had a very unkind person in her past, but it is not really my story to tell."
"Asshole, tricked me into thinking he was my soulmate, never went down on me cause I wouldn't shave, and wouldn't leave my stuff alone when I tried and cut myself down there really bad."
"Bag of dicks!"
"Yes, yes he was, but someone is just trying to distract me from my point. Weiss is all pent up and aching for some relief of her own."
"I! I am not!" Weiss loathed how being called out on the issue only amplified it, turning damp panties to soaked and verging on dripping.
"I can prove it."
"Sure you can."
Blake leaned in to whisper in Yang's ear. "Bet you she is soaked."
"You think?" Yang grew a pervy grin.
"We haven't gotten to play much together, but sometimes, when she gets really into it, I've seen her wetness dripping down her thighs. It is beautiful." Blake whispered just loud enough that she was certain Weiss could hear.
"I! It does not!" Weiss squirmed, even if it was only to press her thighs together for any iota of relief.
"There's only one way to know for sure." Blake did her best imitation of a devil on Yang's shoulder as she took the blonde's hand and directed it to hover over the heiress's thigh. "Is this ok?" She checked with both her new partners.
"If it is alright with you?" Yang checked, her fingers dancing in the air above Weiss's thigh.
Weiss swallowed, hating herself and how much she wanted to feel either of their hands at her sex, soothing the ache that had built the whole day. "P- please." Weiss eeked out the request weakly.
"Of course." Yang's hand lowered that last millimeter before slipping up Weiss's thigh to the heiress's ruined panties. "Now why did you lie if it was all so easy to disprove? Already soaked? Am I that good a kisser?"
"S- shut up!" Weiss tried to hide the fact that her hips naturally rolled up and against Yang's fingers.
"I told you it was beautiful."
"I! It's not because of your kissing! It is because I've been taking care of Blake all day, and even though I got release when she did, I didn't get any of my own."
"You sure? Then let me kiss you again, and we'll know for sure." Yang's fingers hooked around the gusset of Weiss's panties, slowly pulling them down.
"Yang…" Weiss moaned softly.
"So?" Yang leaned in, her lips tauntingly close.
Weiss broke before she could even request more, her lips launching to latch to Yang. Fingers fiddled faster, finding all the spots that made Weiss twitch or whimper into the kiss.
"Aww, look at how much she is enjoying!" Blake cooed, climbing over Yang and to the opposite side of Weiss. Slowly, the faunus's hands undid the backing to Weiss's dress, slipping it off just enough to reveal her chest. "I know just what to add to help this princess out." Blake purred, a kiss landing at Weiss's side only to be followed by a trail leading to the heiress's nipple. Blake eagerly sucked and licked at the sensitive peak, well aware that for Weiss attention paid to her chest was all but necessary for a satisfying climax.
"Fuck! Fuck! More!" Weiss broke the kiss only to pant out before stealing Yang's lips once more. She kissed with a force; a desperation, seeking something that must have been just barely beyond her grasp. A hand pressed firmly against the back of Blake's head, the heiress's chest arching into the faunus's mouth desperate for more.
"Princess? Huh? I like that." Yang noted as she broke the kiss only to bite tauntingly at Weiss's lower lip, near ruining the woman with that move alone.
"Yang! Yang! Yang!" The heiress cried out, every part of her seeming to naturally magnetized to the blonde seeking out any more she could get.
"Good princess, so wet, enjoying your soulmates' touch?" Yang mused, a finger slipping inside. "I think I can almost feel you. Getting ready to cum?"
Weiss's cheeks burned, but it was nothing compared to what the duo seemed to be intent to do to the rest of her body. Yang's hand changed positions slightly to slip in a second finger; something Weiss had yet to grow accustomed to, but that she already knew she would be begging for sooner or later and a thumb to run gently over her clit. All the while, Blake's tongue seemed to insist on circling her right breast in just such a way that might break her mind, or at least melt it to something useless. Teeth teased at her nipple in the most awfully evil pleasure Weiss had ever endured, all topped off with the glorious kiss and Blake's free hands cupping her ass and breast in a mildly greedy grope.
The break was inevitable. An heiress could only be pushed so far before she snapped, spraying her love all over the newly accompanying soulmate's hand. What she couldn't handle was the way Yang pulled her hand back, both of her partners still clearly shuttering in the shared release through their bond. Weiss thought she would either pass out or that her hands would find a life of their own, intent on bringing her to another much-needed climax with the perfect show of both Blake and Yang liking up the blonde's fingers dirtied with the heiress's release. But as it turned out, Weiss was too thoroughly defeated; loved into submission by the duo that not even her hands jumped back into action.
"I should have started tasting you sooner." Blake purred before turning to kiss the heiress, the taste of pussy still on her lips.
"Heh. The kitten liked your cream." Yang teased them both before stealing a kiss from either.
In the slightest form of retribution, Weiss managed to direct Yang's newly cleaned hand to Blake's faunus ears and directed her to scratch just the way she knew Blake liked.
"N- not fair." Blake melted into Weiss's chest, the combination of hormones and Yang scratching just behind her ear making for a combination siren song to sleep.
"Thank you." Yang paused to kiss Weiss. "Thank you both." She kissed Blake.
"Bedtimes." Blake purred into Weiss, nuzzling the heiress's pert and soft breast.
"Mhmm." Weiss hummed in agreement as she pulled Yang in softly. "I know you were scared."
"We were too." Blake added, her eyes completely closed and a purr lingering in her throat as her ear twitched, a small request for more scratches that seemed to get her exactly what she wanted.
"But I think this will be a good fit."
"Mhmm." Blake mimicked Weiss's hum.
"Sleep does sound good." Yang laid down her head just across from Blake's, a hand still soothing just behind the faunus's ear.
"Night night."
End of Chapter 12
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