Tasteful Punishment

2-DAY EARLY RELEASE FOR ALL PATRONS! Thank you so much!!

A small commission for overseerorm! We'd been discussing random ships and somehow got to Pyrrha/Neo just for fun. We decided to call the ship Polar Opposites (because polarity joke), and also they are opposite in terms of good/evil, tall/short, and nice/mean personalities. At least in canon. In this story, they are loving girlfriends~

Mute Neo once again!

Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY.

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													Tasteful Punishment

Pyrrha sat cooperatively in her chair, as she had been for the past two hours or so.

The only times she was allowed to get up were when her girlfriend gave that little twirl, smirk, and flick of her wrist.

During the times in between, Pyrrha simply watched Neo's back, the bouncy curl of her swirly hair and the slightly mischievous sway of her hips as she worked at her sewing machine, all the while the grin never leaving her lips.

Pyrrha was being punished. Obeying Neo's terms of repentance was the least she could do, she felt, especially after the crime she'd committed.

It had been an accident, especially considering the fact that Pyrrha had been unconscious at the time.

Last night, she'd rolled over in bed and ended up crushing the smaller girl. Neo had later explained in a flurry of hand motions how she'd woken and been trapped there for at least ten minutes, struggling to no avail to free herself and push Pyrrha off.

She'd been trapped there long enough to become sore and somewhat short of breath, until at last her writhing and pushing had woken Pyrrha up. And of course, she'd been nothing but apologies, flicking on the bedside lamp and helping Neo sit up, asking her if she was all right, if there was anything she could get her, if there was anything at all she could do to make up for it.

At the time, Neo had settled for a kiss and the privilege to lay in her favorite position atop Pyrrha's chest as payback.

But the following morning, as Pyrrha had repeatedly inquired about last night's incident, she'd offered to do whatever Neo asked of her today to compensate.

And so, here she was, seated in her chair, dressed in a sailor suit, her hair twisted into one long braid by Neo's hand. Beside her on the floor laid a pile of all the other various outfits Neo had made her try on that morning.

Pyrrha had dressed up in every single one regardless of what it was. She'd put on everything from a plush, full-body pajama suit with the head and print of a tiger, to professional tight pencil skirts and blouses, to frilly, gothic lolita styled dresses and everything in between. She'd even put on a few different styles of bathing suits for Neo to judge.

Her girlfriend was quite a talented sempstress, and these were all outfits she'd made in the past just for fun. But Neo would never pass up the opportunity to see Pyrrha dressed in them.

And thus, Pyrrha gladly accepted her punishment for nearly crushing her girlfriend in her sleep last night. There were worse ways to be spending an afternoon than with your girlfriend who was doing nothing but admiring your figure and showering you with compliments, after all.

At least she was able to read a bit while she waited, but whenever she caught sight of Neo twirling around and away from the sewing machine, Pyrrha knew it was time to change.

Presently, she put her book aside as Neo gathered up the current red dress she'd been working on and strutted over to Pyrrha. With a satisfied smirk, she dropped the outfit into her girlfriend's lap. She then straightened up to sign her orders.

/This is one I designed a few years ago. I altered the size so it'll fit you perfectly~/

With an adorable smile, she hopped back and waited expectantly.

Pyrrha knew the drill by now. She was to head to the bathroom to change, then return here to model for as long as Neo deemed fit. And she would gladly do all of that, but not before complimenting the outfit.

"It's very beautiful. I know I shouldn't have expected anything less from someone so talented!"

Neo accepted the compliment and dipped herself down to kiss Pyrrha's cheek.

/It'll look so good on you. Now hurry and change! I want to see it!/

"Right!" Pyrrha stood, holding the red dress in her arms as she made her way to the bathroom.

She shed the current sailor suit and skirt in favor of the red dress. It had a checkered crosshatching kind of pattern on it, with white frills along the ends. The sleeves were short and slightly poofy, as was the length of the garment itself. Overall, it gave off a much more childish look, and Pyrrha felt it looked odd on her, being she was so tall.

But she reminded herself she wasn't doing this for her own pleasure. She folded up the discarded sailor's suit and carried it out with her to face her waiting jury of one.

Neo perked up and excitedly took in the sight of her girlfriend in the newest clothes. It was nice to see the old outfits she'd forged finally put to good use. Her hobby of making clothes had gone to waste for many years without someone else to put them on.

She signed for Pyrrha to put down the folded clothes so Neo might admire the entire outfit all at once.

With her critical eyes, she traced the outline of Pyrrha's body, from the rise of her chest to the dip of her stomach, following the swell of the dress down to her knees. The dress was as long as her braided ponytail, which Neo had specifically done for her about half an hour ago, all for the sake of removing it now.

She glided up to Pyrrha, politely motioning for her to crouch down a bit so Neo might reach her more easily. Pyrrha curtsied, allowing her smaller girlfriend to access her head more easily.

With quick but gentle fingers, Neo released Pyrrha's hair from its braids to watch the wavy crimson cascade fall freely all down her back. It was the perfect touch to add in order to complete this outfit.

Neo clapped and gave another twirl.

/Perfect! It's perfect!/

"Only because you're the one who made it!" Pyrrha informed her.

/No, no. Clothes are nothing without the proper model. It's all thanks to you./

She darted close, looped her arms around Pyrrha's neck, and pulled her down and down until their lips bumped together.

Neo was so happy, of course that happiness transferred to Pyrrha. With a giggle, she locked her arms around her and picked her up off the floor. Without effort, she spun her around several times whilst still peppering kisses onto her nose and lips.

Neo clung to her shoulders, still a little embarrassed by just how easily Pyrrha could lift her.

After a few more spins and giggles, Pyrrha made her way over to the bed and fell back onto it, holding Neo on top of herself.

"Mind if we take a little break?" she asked. "I haven't gotten to hold you for a few hours now."

Neo lifted her face and blinked, her mismatching gaze instantly softening now that the rush of excitement had passed. She nodded, smiling her thanks for Pyrrha's humoring her today. And though she didn't say or sign it directly, Pyrrha could still understand her.

"It was my pleasure! And the least I could do after last night. Allow me to make it up to you even now." She pressed her hands lightly over Neo's back, coaxing her to lie down on top of her, as she very much enjoyed.

Pyrrha was big and soft enough to act as her mattress and pillow, while Neo served to be a small, perfectly-sized cover of sorts.

As Neo closed her eyes and rested for the first time since beginning her sewing that day, Pyrrha eagerly cuddled her. She hummed, giggled, and overall kept stealing glances up at her girlfriend to admire her. She rubbed her hands up and down her petite back, then started threading her fingers through Neo's curly, mixed hair.

Her spoiling of her girlfriend served both as an apology for crushing her last night, and as an indulgence for herself, because she was always glad to do it.

And Neo never minded. She rested on Pyrrha's chest, nestling into her shoulder and kissing the side of her neck. In return, Pyrrha kissed the top of her head and continued playing with her hair.

For a while, they dozed, lazily dragging fingers up and over sides or through hair.

But eventually, Pyrrha felt and heard a small rumble of movement, and knew it wasn't her own stomach that was growling. She giggled, which only caused Neo's cheeks to turn pink in embarrassment. She hid her face in Pyrrha's collar as the taller girl sat up, cradling Neo in her lap.

"Well then, I think it's about time for lunch, wouldn't you say?"

Neo kept her expression hidden, but nodded. Pyrrha kissed her hair.

"I had a lot of fun dressing up for you. All of the clothes you make are amazing. It was my pleasure to be your model."

Neo's response was to hug her around the waist, silent gratitude for doing all of this today.

Pyrrha returned the embrace for a moment, savoring the feeling of Neo's small form cuddled up against her.

Then, she scooped her up into a bridal style hold and jumped to her feet all at once, causing a soft gasp of surprise to fly from Neo's lungs.

"I shall take you to the kitchen, my lady!" Pyrrha announced.

She bent forward to steal a quick kiss from her lips, and this time Neo couldn't hide her blush.

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A/N: A truly absurd ship, but adorable nonetheless.