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Blake yawns into lucidity from her position beside Ruby on their makeshift shared bed, feeling warm and content after a lazy afternoon nap. She and Ruby had decided to spend some time in their dorm while Weiss and Yang spent the afternoon training in preparation for their doubles match in the Vytal Festival.
It had been a long day for Blake, between her team fight in the opening round of the Festival and her much needed, healing discussion with her parents that came after. When she had finished with that, she just wanted to rest for a bit, and after expressing as much, Ruby decided to join her, and so they ended up cuddling close to each other. Evidently, Blake had fallen asleep for a short period.
As Blake stretches herself out, she feels a soft kiss pressed against her cheek, the simple sensation enough to send a shiver down her body.
“Did you have a nice nap?” Ruby’s breath ghosts against one of Blake’s ears, and wow that also feels quite good. Another shiver travels its way down Blake’s spine, this one sharper, almost itching.
“Yeah.” Blake murmurs in response, rolling over to face Ruby. Her face is very close, and with her hair slightly messy from lying in bed, eyes gleaming, and lips parted slightly, she looks beautiful. Blake doesn’t resist the urge to lean and give a proper kiss, sighing softly as Ruby responds by wrapping an arm around her, pulling them closer together.
Ruby pulls away, and Blake swears her silver eyes glow for a moment. But it must just be a trick of the light, because they’re back to normal when she looks again. Ruby smiles softly, humming a low and contented pitch.
“You feel nice.” She states, simply, and then she shifts and presses soft, nibbling kisses along Blake’s jawline. Blake shivers again, making a noise of appreciation, which Ruby seems to take as permission to keep going, her mouth moving down to Blake's neck, causing Blake to gasp. The sensation is unfamiliar, but not unwelcome by any means. Ruby hadn’t really kissed her anywhere other than the obvious places.
But then Blake feels herself, the stiff, almost painful sensation of her growing erection, and any pleasure she was gaining from Ruby’s affections is doused by the cold reality of her body. And she’s come to terms with herself, she knows it doesn’t make her any less of a woman, but…
The last time she was in a ‘relationship’, the other party had the same genitalia as hers. And she does not want to subject anyone she loves to that awful feeling.
“R-Ruby?” She calls out, trying to keep her voice steady. When Ruby just responds with a questioning hum, Blake continues, “you’re making me… uh,” Blake grimaces, suddenly struggling to articulate.
Ruby pauses, pushing away from Blake slightly to look her in the eyes. “Is it bad?”
Blake shakes her head. “Not bad, I just… it feels good, and maybe it feels too good and that makes it feel bad.” Blake anxiously tries to explain, unable to find the words to explain how she feels, infuriatingly.
“Really?” Ruby raises an eyebrow, more curious than anything. “I barely did anything to you. I was just kissing you.”
Blake frowns guiltily. “I’m sorry. I…”
“Don’t apologise.” Ruby rolls her eyes, playful. Then she falls silent, expression scrunching together, the same way it does when she’s coming up with a new team attack, or altering a strategy, or contemplating new weapon designs. She looks cute like this.
“Blake.” Ruby begins, making a point to meet her eyes. “You know you can say no to me at any time, right?”
“I do.”
“Can I try something?” Ruby grabs one of Blake's hands in her own, slowly pulling it between the two of them. Blake gulps, nervous, but nods slightly, and Ruby smiles reassuringly.
Then she brings Blake's hand directly on top of one of her breasts, pushing Blake’s hand into it, and Blake squeaks. She’s not wearing any bra, which isn’t anything abnormal considering they’re resting in bed together, and it’s not like Blake hasn’t felt Ruby’s boobs before, considering, again, that they share a bed now, and Ruby is remarkably cuddly. But having them pressed against her body in a hug and touching them directly with her hands is very different.
“Do you like this?” Ruby asks, clearly trying to remain calm, but the blood rushing to her cheeks and the slight hitch in her voice betray a sense of excitement.
“I, well, yes, but-” Blake stutters.
“That’s a yes.” Ruby sounds relieved, as she slowly loosens her grip on Blake's hand. “Try using both your hands.”
Blake wants to say no, but she can’t really find any reason to object. And Ruby did ask, so…
Blake cups Ruby’s other breast with her second hand. And then hovers there, nervous and uncertain, her body thrumming with heat and excitement. She tries to ignore the hardness in her crotch.
Ruby chuckles. “You can do more than just… float there. Um…” And then she shifts slightly, making a grabbing motion with her hand while refusing to meet Blake’s eyes. “Y’know…”
Blake doesn’t really know, actually, but she can infer. She very carefully squeezes both of Ruby’s breasts, and is rewarded with a hitch in Ruby’s breath.
“Y-yeah, like that.” She affirms, closing her eyes and sighing. “Do they feel nice?”
“They’re very soft.” Blake responds. “Are you… sure this is alright?”
Ruby huffs. “Obviously I am, Blake. Although it might be more comfortable if you… from behind me.” She wiggles slightly, and Blake brings her hands back to herself in confusion. Then Ruby turns around on the bed, facing away, and presses her back against Blake. She feels very warm, in a comforting way.
After a second, Ruby huffs. “You… please keep doing what you were doing earlier? You can like… hold me, and stuff, and also you get two soft lumps to play with.”
Blake blinks. “Is that what we’re calling them?”
Ruby whines quietly. “Just… please? It felt really nice…”
And, well, since she asked so nicely…
Blake holds Ruby in an embrace, spooning her from behind. And then she nervously moves her hands up slightly, slowly scraping against the curve of Ruby’s breasts as she finds their peak and squeezes, carefully, softly.
Ruby hums, wiggling herself closer to Blake, removing as much distance between them as possible. While Blake feels really nice being so close, her proximity means Ruby can now feel her physical response. And Blake can feel Ruby up against her own crotch, and as she continues to wriggle back towards her, Blake jolts sharply as some kind of tingling sensation shoots through her. It doesn’t feel bad, in fact, she actually really enjoys the feeling.
But the feeling came from her- her dick, that disgusting part of her that she can never quite forget. She shudders again, this time in revulsion, and tries to pull herself away just slightly, so Ruby doesn’t have to deal with-
Ruby shuffles back even further, and there is absolutely no space between them now. Blake’s own breasts compress into Ruby’s back, and she likes the pressure, the feeling of being so close, but all she can focus on is her dick and how disgusting it is and how much she wants to chase the sensation it was providing her earlier-
Ruby once told her that she didn’t mind. And… Blake can ask Ruby to give her space. She knows she can. But maybe she can indulge, just this once…
Whimpering slightly, Blake experimentally grinds her hips against Ruby’s… she doesn’t know what part of her it is, probably her ass, based on the firm but squishy feeling. She closes her eyes, sucking in a deep breath, hoping Ruby doesn't say anything, that this is allowed, because please it feels amazing, if she stops thinking about it.
Her hopes are dashed when Ruby lets out a surprised “Blake?”
Blake stiffens, her caressing and groping of Ruby’s chest coming to a halt. “I’m sorry,” she quickly whispers out. “I don’t know why-”
“Please keep doing that.” Ruby begs, “you, uh, especially if it made you feel good too.”
“But my- it’s wrong, I shouldn’t-”
“Why?” Ruby inquires, tone genuinely curious. “You know it doesn’t make me see you as ‘less of a woman’, or as ‘disgusting’, or whatever else your beautiful and anxious brain is telling you, right?”
“But it’s… all wrong and ugly and-”
“Blake, most genitals are kinda weird looking.” Ruby rolls out of Blake's embrace, and then sits up slightly and in a burst of rose petals pulls her pyjama pants down and says “Look!”
What.
Feeling heat coursing all throughout her body, Blake glances down at Ruby’s vulva and forgets how to breathe.
… It doesn’t look quite like what textbooks and her imagination made her think it would look like though, huh.
“See, like everyone's different, and my inner labia are actually kinda large for some reason? So it looks kinda… odd, and I haven’t shaved properly so you can see that it's like… not super aesthetic?” She laughs awkwardly, moving a hand to her vulva, lightly tapping what Blake assumes are her inner labia. Blake watches as they jiggle very slightly.
It actually reminds her a bit of what testes are like. Just thinner, probably because of the lack of any actual important biological components there. The comparison does not make Blake's blush subside and serves to do the opposite. Her vision is becoming somewhat blurry from the amount of mental stimulation she’s receiving unexpectedly.
“And like, well, feel it!” She bubbles, grabbing one of Blake’s hands and then oh god she’s touching Ruby’s vulva and it actually just feels kind of soft. Curious, Blake hesitantly moves her finger upwards, noting that the surface is somewhat slimy, sticky, especially as she moves closer to the mound of pubic hair. She also notes that the folds do, in fact, part, and Blake pushes a single finger between them, pressing down until she reaches more firm skin. She… doesn’t know what this part is, but it seems to be a bump. She lightly ghosts it, and then the body she’s staring at convulses.
Enamored, she moves her finger back and forth on that spot, pressing slightly harder, and watches as it continues to convulse. Blake can’t explain why she’s suddenly so fixated on it, but she’s fairly sure if Ruby wanted her to stop she would tell her.
She pauses. Ruby would tell her if she’s doing something wrong, right?
“B-Blake…” Ruby whines, “Don’t stop.”
That answers her question, she supposes.
She returns to her analysis, enjoying the way Ruby’s body continues to convulse from such a simple touch. She continues rubbing the spot, (she recalls a vague lesson in biology, at some point after she left the Fang. She’s fairly sure this is the clitoris) and lowers her head closer, entranced. She sniffs, and notes it smells somewhat tangy, sweet, alluring. Blake digs her fingers into the skin, pressing harder, and then Ruby’s already erratic convulsions turn into a full body jump, and the tip of Ruby’s vulva bumps against Blake’s nose, leaving a damp mark.
Then Ruby lets out a long, voiceless sigh, and the convulsions slow down. Uncertain as to what that was, Blake continues her ministrations, but then Ruby softly bats her hand away. Blake jerks upwards, panicking.
“I-I’m sorry, I’m not sure what came over me!” She begins to apologise, looking up at Ruby to see her red-faced, panting, eyes wide and a dopey smile on her face. Her shirt is still on, but it's been pulled up, one of her hands resting in a grip covering her nipple right breast. She shakes her head gently.
“Blake, that was really good, don’t apologise.” She breathes out, voice husky. “I haven’t orgasmed that fast in… ever.”
Wait, orgasmed? Did she - and Ruby, was-
“Did we just have sex?!” Blake blurts out.
Ruby just looks at her in confusion. “I mean, what did you think you were doing?”
“I was just… you asked me to, and then I just got curious, I-” Blake shakes her head, voice pitching up an octave. “Isn’t it supposed to be harder? What about the- penetration and- I didn’t even realise we- I’m so sorry!”
“Blake!” Ruby laughs her name out. “I really liked it, otherwise I would have told you to stop. And, well, normally it takes a bit more to get myself off, but you’re really hot especially when you were all fixated on me like I was something special, when I thought it was kinda ugly.”
“Oh.”
“And, it’s not supposed to be hard.” Ruby adds, more serious, her breathing starting to stabilise out. “Unless you’re into that, I guess. It… It’s supposed to feel nice. Relaxing. Safe. No penetration required.”
Blake never felt any of those things when she… when she was with him. And she doesn’t need to think about him anymore.
“I… see.” Blake whispers. “Are you sure you feel alright?”
“Well, there is one thing…” Ruby grins slyly, bringing herself closer to Blake. “You haven’t had your turn yet.”
“My- I mean- I don’t even know how, and-”
“We could find out? Just take it slow? You can even keep your clothes on, if that makes it easier for you.” Ruby suggests, slowly running a hand down Blake's arm.
That… would make it slightly easier for Blake. “Maybe?”
Ruby smiles, pushing Blake back down onto her pillow, kissing her softly, and Blake relaxes. She trusts Ruby, she can… unwind, and relax, and trust that she won’t hurt her, and that Ruby won’t let herself be hurt. Ruby moves to straddle Blake's hips, propping herself up with her arms around Blake's torso, and Blake once again feels extremely warm, and tight. Ruby looks down at herself, notices her shirt is still on and quickly pulls herself out of it, and wow.
She’s seen Ruby shirtless before, but in this context, with gravity pulling her breasts down, her whole body bare on top of her, she is extremely arousing. Blake feels the initial pang of guilt at this realisation, but then remembers that Ruby is completely fine with that thought.
“You’re… really hot, Ruby.” Blake decides to tell her as much. Ruby simply grins, looking proud of herself, before lowering herself down and bringing Blake into another kiss. Ruby’s full weight on top of Blake almost feels like too much, but Blake is a huntress, she can handle it.
“Let me know if anything hurts, or feels bad, okay?” Ruby breathes out, and Blake makes an affirmative noise. She doesn’t know what’s about to happen, but her body is thrumming and she wants.
Ruby shifts herself to kiss Blake's neck, her soft tongue running across the sensitive skin near her collarbone. Blake shudders, as she becomes aware of more sensations - the compression of her breasts that is just one step away from being genuinely painful, Ruby’s arms running down the sides of her stomach, the burning sensation in her crotch, the consistent back and forth pressure on her-
“Stop?” Blake whimpers, sounding uncertain. Ruby immediately stops all her movements, pushing herself away from Blake, and now the lack of contact is too little.
“What’s wrong?” Ruby asks, eyes wide.
“I- I just… I don’t know. I wasn’t sure if you’d…”
Ruby gives her a pitying look, eyes glimmering in understanding. “Of course I’d stop. I just want you to feel good, Blake.”
“But you don’t have to do something you don’t want to-”
“Blake,” Ruby sighs exasperatedly. “At what point during all this have I given any indication I don’t want to?”
Blake closes her eyes, tensing. “I know, but… you seem so completely fine with my… dick, and you shouldn’t be it’s-”
“Blake!” Ruby huffs. “I’m completely fine with you, all of you. I mean, I thought my own genitals were kinda… ugly, but you certainly seemed to like them. And… I mean,” She gestures at Blake's head, at her ears. “You’re a faunus, and I’m not, but it’s not like that makes me feel differently about you. You have extra ears and I don’t, and I love that part of you as much as the rest. How’s this any different?”
Blake hadn’t really considered that perspective before. Ruby looks so earnest, her gaze so loving, with not a hint of malice or ill-intent.
“You promise?”
“Of course.”
Blake pulls Ruby down again, holding her extra tightly against herself. She likes this. Some primal urge, something she usually tries to repress, pushes her to wrap her legs around one of Ruby’s thighs, trapping it between her. She squeezes her own thighs against Ruby’s, and then she pushes her hips against her, feeling the pressure build, and for once letting herself revel in the euphoric sensation. She grunts as she starts to rock back and forth, feeling herself harden more than she even knew was possible. It’s a new sensation, one she’s never experienced before, a feeling of moderate relief that she’s never let herself experience.
She can’t stop herself before she lets out a low moan as she continues rocking back and forth.
Ruby seems to take this as encouragement, moving her own body to try and match Blake’s rhythm, and whispers tender reassurances - “Yeah, like that.” “There we go, Blake.” “That’s a good girl.” - the last one of which elicits a more vocal reaction, a higher pitched whine, and Blake would feel embarrassed if she had the space left to feel anything other than the feeling of Ruby, and of need.
The pressure builds, and builds, and then-
It doesn’t go away. As her muscles start to fatigue, she realises that she, or her body, or something, doesn’t know what to do. There’s supposed to be some kind of… release, right? Isn’t she supposed to shoot out fluids, of some kind? Or at least feel a full body sensation, surely. She…
“Ruby..?” She breathes out, as she slows down. “I don’t… I don’t think I can orgasm.”
“Like… like this? Do you want to take your clothes off? Do you need me to do something different?” She misinterprets.
Blake shudders as Ruby slightly pulls away, causing the throbbing sensation to evolve into genuine hurting, and so she presses back against her, because it hurts less like this. The pressure helps.
“No, I mean, I don’t… in general? I… If I was going to, I… it feels like there’s something there but it doesn’t know how to get out.” She grimaces, a tear dripping down her eye. “It hurts.”
“Oh.”
“I… maybe it’s because I spent so long trying to repress it? I don’t… I hate the thought of it…” She sobs, more tears flowing out of her eyes, “going everywhere.”
“Like… when you orgasm, you don’t want to… ejaculate?” Ruby asks, hesitant.
Blake nods, feeling terrible, gross, wrong.
“You know I don’t mind, Blake? It could even be kind of fun…” Ruby tries to reassure her, but now the mood has been ruined because of Blake, because her body is wrong and because she is wrong.
And now Ruby’s crying as well.
“I’m so sorry.” Blake whimpers.
“No, no, stop apologising, you didn’t do anything wrong.” Ruby sounds really upset. “I’m just sad for you. I… did it at least feel good until, y'know?”
Blake takes a deep breath to try and calm herself. There's no point working herself up about this. And to answer Ruby’s question, “It did. It was… really good. I don’t think I've ever felt like that before.”
Ruby smiles shakily. “Then that’s good! And… the orgasm isn’t the most important part, or anything, yeah?”
“I… yeah. It just feels tight, and… I want to be able to. I just get stuck in my head, I guess.” Blake murmurs.
“Well, maybe one day you might be able to, but… it doesn’t matter if you can’t, okay? As long as you feel good, then I’m happy.” Ruby reminds Blake, gently scratching the back of her neck as Blake tightens the embrace.
“Okay.” Blake closes her eyes, focuses on her breathing, Ruby’s scent, her heart beat. The pain in her lower abdomen slowly, slowly subsides, as her heart rate approaches something manageable. With the pressure less painful, she slowly pulls back from Ruby, but doesn’t completely let go of her.
“You told me to stop apologising, so I won’t say it again.” Blake sighs. “Thank you for… dealing with me.”
“No, Blake, I enjoyed it. Aside from the ending but, like, you were really nice.” Ruby grins lovingly at Blake. “Thank you.”
Blake smiles back, already starting to feel aroused again, especially because Ruby is still naked and Blake is still somewhat pent up. She’s fairly sure that’s a normal response to her situation though.
“You should probably put some clothes on before your sister gets back.”
Ruby groans. “Yeah, I should. I might shower, to be honest. I’m all… sticky.” She shudders.
Blake cracks a small nervous smile. “I suppose that’s one thing I don’t have to worry about.”
Ruby laughs quietly, before pushing herself away from Blake, gathering up her clothes, and disappearing into the bathroom in a burst of rose petals. Blake smiles as she stands up herself, stretching out her muscles (and feeling the strain of her still erect penis), and letting out a sigh.
She did enjoy herself, when she wasn’t thinking about everything too much, when she just let herself… unwind a bit. It was nice.
Maybe she can try again some day, when she’s had some time away.