[A/N: If there's any mistake, let me know—I'll fix it when I can.]
[Atlas Tower]
Neon speeds down the hallways, moving with precision as her semblance propels her effortlessly forward. Her eyes scan every corner, alert, not skipping a single cracked-open door or any camera that isn't blinking the way it should. She only allows herself to stop once she's confirmed everything is in order. Then, with a slight motion, she taps the communicator in her ear.
"All clear," she reports without missing a beat, turning immediately to retrace her steps at the same speed.
She reaches the elevator seconds later, just as Flint rounds the corner from the opposite hallway. Looks like he just finished his sweep too. Neon steps ahead without thinking and presses the elevator button, noticeably impatient. As she waits, she starts humming something to herself, not really paying attention to the melody.
"Annnnd…" she murmurs, shooting a sideways glance at Flint. "Do you think I have a chance?"
Flint lowers his head and lets out a long sigh, almost resigned.
"A chance at what?"
She gives him a wide grin, with a teasing glint in her eyes.
"You know what I mean," she says, giving him a couple of playful nudges in the side, like she's trying to get a reaction out of him.
Flint brings a hand to his forehead, exaggerating the motion like he's only just now figured out what she's talking about.
"Oh! With that slut? Of course. You've got a chance... and so does half the academy, obviously."
Neon rolls her eyes, folding her arms.
"Please. Don't tell me you're intimidated by him," she says with a light laugh. And seeing that Flint doesn't respond, she decides to push him a bit more. "Or is it just because he's got a better ass than you?"
This time, it works. Flint shoots her a glare, clearly annoyed. Neon raises her hands with a half-smile.
"Well, it's not that… but seriously, why do you call him a slut?" she asks, a hint of genuine curiosity in her voice. Flint just stares ahead as he replies.
"I've got a sixth sense for spotting sluts—"
"And I'm only hearing about this now?" Neon cuts him off, raising an eyebrow in mock surprise. She crosses her arms, feigning indignation. "Do you have any idea how many guys I could've scored with that skill?"
"I already regret telling you…" Flint groans, visibly tired of the topic.
She bursts out laughing as she jabs the elevator button again, this time multiple times in a row. Flint watches her with a raised brow.
"What's the rush?"
"If I don't hurry, I'm gonna miss my shot at 'we survived' sex," she replies, not looking at him, still jabbing the button.
An awkward silence follows. Flint doesn't answer.
"Aren't you gonna ask what that is?" Neon finally says, turning her head slightly when she gets no response.
Flint brings two fingers to his forehead, closing his eyes with a sigh of defeat.
"I'm afraid to ask about the idiocy you just spouted."
Neon places a hand dramatically over her chest, pretending to be offended.
"It's not idiocy. It's science. Everyone knows that after a traumatic or dangerous experience, people seek emotional closeness as a form of comfort. To reaffirm they're still alive."
Flint grimaces, looking at her with a mix of discomfort and disgust.
"Are you sure you're not some kind of pig faunus?"
"That was racist." Her smile doesn't fade for a second. "I'm telling you, it's science. Everyone knows it."
"It's bullshit," Flint says, shaking his head with a snort. "Besides, he didn't look very scared."
Neon keeps smiling as she glances sideways at Flint, Daniel's image still lingering in her mind.
"Trust me… he was scared," she says confidently. "But he was hiding it behind all that flirting. He was basically begging me to drag him to my room and tear his clothes off with my teeth."
She bites her lip as soon as she finishes saying it, clearly entertained by her own fantasies.
"You disgust me," Flint replies instantly, not even bothering to look at her.
"Wanna bet 200 Lien I'm right?" Neon shoots back without missing a beat.
"Deal." Flint agrees immediately and shakes her hand without hesitation.
Just then, with a soft metallic chime, the elevator doors slide open. Neon takes a step forward, ready to enter, then halts. Flint stops too. Both of them freeze on the spot, dead silent.
Inside the elevator, Daniel and Weiss are… busy.
Inside, Daniel and Weiss are completely absorbed in each other. They're kissing. And not a quick or casual kiss, but a deep, passionate one… very passionate. They don't even notice the doors have opened, they're far too caught up in each other.
Weiss's tongue flicks out between kisses as she pushes Daniel against the elevator wall, grabbing his ass with zero shame. Daniel's hands are buried in her white hair, gripping tight. They pull apart for just a second, just long enough for her to sink her teeth into his neck with a hungry grin.
"Oh yeah, Weiss… Told you 'we survived' sex is the best," Daniel pants, voice rough.
The elevator doors slide shut right after that line, taking the scene with them.
Neon just stares at the closed doors, unmoving. Flint does too. Neither says a word for a long moment.
Then he lets out a choked laugh, reaches into his jacket pocket, and pulls out two crumpled 100 Lien bills. He presses them into Neon's hand without a word, a smug grin twitching at his lips.
"Guess you win," he finally says with a shrug. "'We survived' sex is real."
He turns around and walks off down the hallway, chuckling to himself as he heads for the stairs.
Neon looks down at the money in her hand, frowning. She clenches it tight, the bills crunching in her fist.
"I really hate the Schnees..." she mutters. "They enslave my people, and now they've taken away my hookup for the night."
She looks up at the ceiling, eyes wide.
"WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!"
[Academy Dorms]
The door opens with a dry, metallic sound. The moment they step inside, Weiss and Daniel are still locked together, caught in a deep, almost violent kiss. Weiss's tongue invades Daniel's mouth without mercy, wet, demanding, like she wants to consume him.
She sets the pace, relentless, without hesitation. Their mouths open over and over again, tongues tangled like they can't bear to part.
Their hands don't stay idle either. While kissing him, Weiss brings a hand down to Daniel's chest. Her fingers trace along his shirt, find the buttons, and unfasten them one by one with no delay. She moves lower, down to his waist, quick and sure. Once the shirt is off, she goes straight for his pants. Her fingers work fast, deft. No hesitation, no shame—just need.
Daniel responds in kind. His hands slide down her back and find the zipper of her dress, pulling it down smoothly. The fabric falls to the floor instantly, revealing her smooth pale skin, her narrow waist, and the soft curves of her hips, leaving her in nothing but panties.
Now at the edge of the bed, Weiss breaks the kiss and pushes him back. Daniel falls onto the mattress, and she climbs on top of him without pause. Her pelvis fits perfectly against his, and she starts to grind slowly. His hard cock, still trapped under his clothes, presses right against her soaked center, exactly where she wants it. The pressure is perfect. The heat between her thighs intensifies.
"Ahh..." she moans, barely parting her lips, her voice trembling from the friction.
The thin fabric of her panties hides nothing. She can feel every inch of his cock sliding between her wet pussy lips. She bites her lower lip, soft gasps escaping her, her eyes fixed on his.
Her panties are already soaked. Useless. She feels every contour of his dick rubbing directly against the entrance of her dripping cunt. She bites down again, gaze burning into him.
Her hips move faster, like her body is acting on its own. The craving takes over. She wants more. She wants all of it.
Daniel grabs her ass with both hands. He squeezes it, kneads it, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He guides her, pushes her, makes her grind harder. She doesn't resist. She loves it. She needs it.
"Yes... yes... yes..." she whispers between moans, her legs trembling. The first orgasm hits her hard, catching her off guard. It comes like a hot wave, tightening her stomach and ripping a choked moan from her throat.
Daniel thrusts his hips upward, and his cock presses harder against her already dripping pussy. The friction wrecks her. Weiss arches her back, her body completely surrendering.
"Mhmm!" she bites the air, swallowing the scream. She's on the edge.
She lifts herself just a little. With one hand, she pushes her panties to the side. She doesn't take them off, there's no need. Her pussy quivers, wet, hot, aching for more. She aligns the tip of Daniel's cock with her entrance. Her eyes never leave his.
And then she sinks down.
A low moan slips from her lips as she feels him slide inside. Inch by inch. Her walls clutch at him, hungry to take him in. She's so wet, there's no resistance, just heat, pressure, and pleasure. Weiss shudders as she feels him filling her slowly. His cock pulses inside her, thick, deep, perfect.
"Ahh~~"
The moan escapes her without restraint. Every inch robs her of breath, his cock gliding effortlessly between her slick folds, stretching her completely. Every movement makes her hips tremble. It's too much, but she doesn't stop. Her body reacts on its own: muscles clench around him, trapping him deep inside.
"Ah!" she bites her lip just as she feels him bottom out. She's on the verge of another orgasm, but holds it back. The next part is her favorite.
She braces her hands against the bedframe, gripping tight. She starts to move slowly, grinding her hips against him. She doesn't need speed. Just pressure. Daniel's cock barely shifts inside, but it's enough. She feels all of it, so deep it's hard to breathe. She loves that feeling: being full, tight, burning.
"This is heaven~~" she murmurs, locking eyes with him.
"I'm sure that faunus couldn't do this," she adds, voice steady, her hips now picking up pace. Her pussy clenches down the length of him, squeezing with every motion.
"Careful, Weiss. Your racist side's showing," he replies, with a grin he can't hide.
"I'm not raci—MHM!" she starts to protest but is silenced abruptly.
Daniel's hands move up to her breasts, and without any gentleness, he tugs hard at her nipples. There's no tenderness, just raw desire. Weiss lets out a sharp moan, her hands trembling as they hold on tight to the frame.
"Mhmm!" Her body reacts instantly. The sharp sting mixed with pleasure only turns her on more. Her hips move faster, grinding without pause. Her pussy clenches uncontrollably around him.
"MHMM!" she gasps as Daniel gives another hard pull on her nipples, just enough stimulation to push her over the edge.
"YESSS!" she cries out, unable to hold back. Her body shudders as hot streams of juices gush out of her, drenching Daniel's cock. The climax steals her breath, forcing her eyes shut with the intensity.
"Ahhh…" she exhales, trying not to scream again, but she can still feel him inside, hard, throbbing, pressing into every sensitive spot. Her body trembles in short, breath-stealing spasms.
She pauses for a few seconds. She's already come twice. Daniel? Not once.
She doesn't like that. Her pride as a woman is on the line.
Gritting her teeth, she takes a deep breath, and starts moving again.
She begins bouncing on him. Up and down, nonstop. Sliding his cock in and out, over and over, without hesitation. Every downward thrust slams the tip of his dick against the entrance of her womb, and it drives her crazy. The rhythm builds. Faster. Harder. Her soaked pussy slaps against the base of Daniel's cock, gripping, riding, fucking him with all she has.
She's no longer holding the frame. Her hands instinctively drop to Daniel's chest, seeking contact. She leans forward, burying her face in his neck. Her breath hits his skin, hot, ragged, completely wild. But she doesn't stop. Her hips keep moving, faster and faster, relentless.
The heat of Daniel's body only urges her on. His cock pulses inside her, and it only makes her wetter. Makes her move harder, chasing that perfect spot that'll make her scream.
And then she feels it.
Daniel explodes inside her. A hot rush floods her, and her pussy clenches around him instinctively, refusing to let go.
"AAAAHHHHH!" she cries out, feeling him spill deep inside. The orgasm hits her like a wave. Her hips tremble, then go still, and she collapses on top of him, his cock still buried inside, still throbbing, soaked, locked in place. She doesn't even try to pull away. She doesn't want to.
Only seconds pass before Daniel's hands move again.
They grab her ass firmly—lifting her in one swift motion. He flips her onto the mattress with force. Now she's underneath.
"Ah!" she moans, startled by the sudden shift. Daniel's weight presses down on her, his cock plunging even deeper, and the pleasure reignites instantly.
One hand goes straight to her breasts, grabbing them roughly. The other clamps down on her hip with a grip so tight it nearly hurts.
"AH!" There's no time for words. Daniel starts thrusting immediately.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
Again. And again.
"AH! AH! AH!"
Weiss moans uncontrollably, her voice loud and clear, echoing off the dorm walls. Her head falls back, mouth open, body tense. Her legs lift, fully extended, trembling as her pussy gets relentlessly fucked.
Daniel's cock splits her open, stretching her completely. She can feel every inch, every thrust pressing deep inside. Maybe that's why it always ends like this. Because it never loses intensity. It always feels like the first time. Always magnificent.
The thrusts get harder. The tip of his cock slams again and again into her cervix. Weiss reacts instinctively. Her legs wrap tightly around Daniel's hips, pulling him closer, urging him to fuck her harder. To take all of her.
Her hands slide down his back, nails digging into his skin without mercy.
"Oh God… oh God…" she repeats, over and over, the heat in her belly rising without brakes.
Daniel's breath hits her neck—hot, ragged—while he growls like an animal, thrusting with everything he has. He drives her over the edge. She knows he's close, just like she is.
She just needs a little more.
"Cum!" she cries, a shout filled with urgency. "Do it!!!"
And he obeys.
One final thrust. Hard. Deep. All the way in.
Weiss screams as she cums with him. Her body arches, muscles locking up as she feels everything: his hot cum spilling inside, mixing with her own juices. Her pussy pulses around him, squeezing, holding onto every drop.
"AHH—" she manages to cry out, but she doesn't finish.
Daniel's lips silence her. He kisses her hard, their tongues instantly tangling, moving on instinct. Weiss brings her hands to his head, fingers threading through his hair as the kiss deepens, and then softens.
When they pull away, neither says a word.
They just stay there. Holding each other. Breathing in sync, their bodies still tangled together.
Their shared heat surrounds them. Exhaustion settles in.
And slowly, they fall asleep.
[Hours Later]
Winter walks briskly through the academy's hallways, but inside she doesn't feel nearly as composed as she looks. Her mind keeps circling back to everything that happened the night before: the chaos, the robots, the unleashed threat in Atlas… and, most of all, Weiss's complete silence.
Not a single message. Not even an "I'm okay."
Not even after communications had been restored.
It wasn't until that morning, while reading the General's report, that she found out what had actually happened. Weiss and other students had been caught in the middle of the attack, fighting the machines head-on. And with Daniel's help, they'd managed to break through to the tower and completely shut down the machine virus.
An incredible achievement.
And yet, her sister hadn't even bothered to reply to her messages.
Winter checks her scroll again, just in case. Nothing new. The screen is just as empty as it was a few minutes ago.
"Is she upset?" she wonders, feeling a flicker of irritation. But she quickly shakes her head. That doesn't make sense. Weiss should understand that the situation in Atlas was critical. That she had no way to communicate, that it wasn't her choice. There must be a reasonable explanation. Maybe something urgent is keeping her busy. Wouldn't be the first time.
She quickens her pace. Her sister's room is close now, and she has no intention of dragging this out any longer than necessary. Weiss should be awake by now, so she doesn't bother to knock. To her surprise, the door isn't locked. She frowns. Unusual for Weiss. Still, she pushes the door open naturally and steps inside.
"Weiss, I just wanted to talk for a moment—"
She stops dead in her tracks.
The first thing she sees is Daniel. Completely naked, barely wrapped in a poorly secured bedsheet. His eyes are wide, and his face is caught somewhere between horror and panic.
"AHH!!" he yells, clutching the sheet tighter around himself. "PERVERT!"
Winter blinks, frozen in place.
"No! It's not what it looks like!" she blurts out, stepping back with both hands raised. "This is a misunderstanding! I thought this was Weiss's room—!"
But her words are cut short when, from the other side of the bed, Weiss appears. Also very naked, half-hidden behind Daniel, clearly startled.
"What's going on?!" she gasps, patting around the bed like she's searching for her weapon, and failing to find it. She looks up and locks eyes with Winter standing in the doorway. Her eyes go wide.
"WINTER?! What are you doing here!?"
"Don't look at him!" Weiss snaps immediately, rushing to cover Daniel completely with the sheets.
Winter shuts her eyes on instinct, her shoulders tight with tension. Her lips press into a firm line. She inhales through her nose. She doesn't want to scream. She doesn't want to lose control. But she also can't stay there for even one more second.
She turns toward the door, still not opening her eyes.
"Both of you, get dressed!" she commands, voice cold as ice. "**You have five minutes. I'll be outside waiting, and I expect an explanation!"
She walks out without looking back, the door closing behind her.
-/-
Daniel can't deny that the scare was real. It's not every day an ice-faced specialist barges into your room while you're naked and cuddling her sister. But once the initial shock wore off, he feels he handled the situation with admirable maturity: he stayed put and let Weiss take care of everything. As it should be.
Now he's back in bed, calmly lying down as he watches Weiss pacing back and forth across the room, muttering under her breath.
"Oh no, oh no, oh no…"
Daniel just rolls his eyes.
"Relax. It's not that big a deal."
"OH, REALLY?!" Weiss spins around, visibly distressed. "If it's not a big deal, what exactly are we supposed to tell her?!"
He frowns, looking genuinely confused.
"'Tell'? Like… together? No, no. I think you're mixing things up. This is your problem, Weiss. You're the woman here, and as such, I expect you to take the lead."
Weiss's entire expression shifts. If looks could kill, he'd already be six feet under with a full set of matching daggers in his back.
Daniel, of course, ignores the tension effortlessly.
"And while you're at it, make me look good with whatever you say, okay? None of that 'he's a slut' nonsense. I've got a reputation to maintain."
Weiss clenches her fists so tightly it looks like she's about to break something.
"How can you be so insufferable?!"
"You knew exactly what you were getting into when you got involved with me. Don't act surprised." He crosses his arms, thinking for a moment. "Now, important question: what makes me look less like a manwhore?"
He puts his hands together in front of his chest, as if rehearsing a pose.
"Innocent, insecure boy?"
Then he shifts to a more serious expression, gaze lowering slightly.
"Or mature, brooding young man?"
Weiss looks at him like she's seriously considering hitting him with something. But she says nothing. Just sighs, long, deep, resigned.
Then, without a word, she grabs his hand and drags him out of the room. Apparently, their five minutes were up.
Outside, Winter is already waiting. Standing tall, arms crossed, her expression unreadable. She doesn't say a word. Just makes a sharp gesture with her finger, motioning for them to follow.
She leads them down a short hallway to a small, windowless room. In the center, a table. Daniel takes a seat beside Weiss, holding a glass of water in one hand. Winter sits across from them, keeping that same icy stare as before.
The silence is thick.
"Weiss..." Winter begins, eyes fixed firmly on her sister. "First of all, congratulations. You played a key role in stopping the robot threat and saving Atlas."
"Thank you..." Weiss manages to say, but she doesn't get far.
"But that doesn't excuse your actions afterward." Winter's tone hardens. She then gestures toward Daniel. "So I want you to explain what kind of relationship you have with him."
Daniel looks at her calmly. Unbothered. There are more important things in his life than this little interrogation. He simply takes a long sip from his glass as he listens.
Weiss, on the other hand, starts to pale.
"We… we're…" she murmurs, and he tilts his head slightly.
Oh, this is getting good. Let's see how she digs herself out of this one…
"We're dating!"
PFFFFFT.
Water sprays from his mouth like a geyser. "Cough—cof—" He chokes hard, nearly falling out of his chair.
"Are you okay?!" Weiss grabs his arm, patting his back quickly.
"Cough—cough... I'm—"
He doesn't get to finish. Right at that moment, a system screen suddenly pops up in front of him.
[Error! Error!]
[Mission completed?]
Get a girlfriend
[Updating mission...]
Cheat on your girlfriend
Daniel blinks, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"I'm fine…" he mutters, though his attention is clearly elsewhere. He stares at the floating screen for a few seconds.
Only one word crosses his mind.
"Interesting."
-//-
Author's Note:
Not gonna lie: I wrote this last minute. I'd love to say I was sick or something… but honestly, I was playing Undertale. Amazing game, by the way. Not hard, but super fun.
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