Cacoethes
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She moved around the dance floor like it was a Gala, sipping from her solo cup of vodka and punch like it was a crystal flute of champagne. Like the screaming laughter and pounding base was the sound of gentle conversation and the subtle song of violins. Like the strips of blinking LEDs and blacklights were million-lien chandeliers and the linoleum floors were polished marble.
And she smiled, laughed gently, asked polite but probing questions about people's mission plans and expectations for Fourth Year, figuring out which teams were mentoring under which hunters, who was allied with who, why, where, and when.
And all the while, seeming like a ghost, a spirit. Something clean and pure, that drifted through the crowd but could not be touched by anything there. Whenever the blacklights came on, her dress glowed - and her hair, her skin - ephemeral, spectral, beautiful in a way that made Yang so *angry*--
Weiss primly brushed a lock of hair behind one ear, her cheeks blushing slightly from the heat in the room and her eyes sparkling and she was so fucking pretty-- feminine and delicate and elegant and arrogant--
And Yang wanted to fuck her.
Yang wanted to fuck the *hell* outta her.
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- Part 1 of Cacoethes
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Sequel to 'Temper, Temper', though reading it is only a soft requirement.
-It's been months since that night at CFVY's graduation party.
Months of ignoring that night, of pretending it didn't happen. Weiss, having discovered a whole new side of herself, is filled with more questions than she has answers. Yang knows exactly what she wants, but can never quite figure out what she needs. Thrust headlong into their fourth year at Beacon, the field work, the looming shadow of their licensure exams, and the weight of both the future and the past bears down on them, and they can only ignore the elephant in the room for so long. Something has to give.
Predictably, the first thing to break is Yang's patience.
And Weiss is all too happy to be broken right along with it.
“I want…” she pants for air, so close to Yang's ear, “...Do what you did last time…” she makes a soft, high pitched noise, deep in her throat, then turns her head to nose into Yang's hair, almost begging, “...I want what you did before. Please. I want more of that.”
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