Moments Of Comfort (ch2)

EARLY RELEASE FOR MY PATRONS!

This chapter is much more clearly set after the vol5 reunion. Since Ruby and Blake got the cute tickling, Blake and Weiss get a bit of angst. But only a bit.

Here we go for Monochrome Monday!

This prompt was based off the dialogue line "I'm sorry for yelling."

Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY.

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														Chapter 2.

It had been Weiss' suggestion to come outside and train a bit.

It hadn't been long since the battle with Cinder and Raven, but the heiress was eager to continue practicing in order to hone and perfect her skills to the best of her abilities.

Blake wasn't insensitive enough to point out it was probably because Weiss wanted to feel capable in spite of her newest injury.

Blake hadn't seen it happen herself, but she'd heard enough about what had occurred, and she still cringed and felt nauseous to imagine it. She'd mainly agreed to come out here and train with Weiss today so she could keep an eye on her.

They started with a sword fight, Blake's katana against Weiss' rapier. As stubborn as Weiss was, she could acknowledge her flaws and understood that she'd relied far too heavily upon her summoning in the previous fight, and it had cost her dearly. She wanted to practice different things now, including close-range.

Blake wasn't about to insult her girlfriend by not trying her hardest against her, but she wasn't too keen on the idea of potentially reopening the wound either.

So as Weiss charged at her, Blake parried and deflected the blows with precise force. When she aimed her own hits she didn't put her full weight behind them like she might've against a real opponent.

They'd been doing this for nearly half an hour already though, with very short breaks in between rounds. Part of her just wanted to finish sparring so she could take Weiss back inside to have her rest.

Maybe that was why her next blow was subconsciously a bit harder than the others.

Weiss blocked, but the force of Blake's hit had the heiress' heels skidding back in the dirt, and when they pushed apart Weiss staggered. Blake immediately dove forward to wrap an arm around her waist.

"Weiss!" Ears flat, she gently pulled her breathless girlfriend back to her feet. "Sorry. Are you okay?"

"Don't be sorry," she huffed. "That was very good on your part, Blake. I'm the one who's still lacking in this department." She righted herself and dusted off her dress a bit, heaving a sigh.

Blake cautiously let her go, a bit relieved now in thinking they were finished. But before she could sheathe her weapon Weiss twirled hers as she readied herself for more.

"All right then, let's keep going."

Blake's ears went flat all over again.

"Weiss, don't you think this is enough for now?"

"Nonsense. I've got to practice getting more accustomed to this style." She lifted her rapier, eyes focused. "Let's go again."

"Weiss-"

"I promise I won't-"

"I said enough!"

Blake's voice blurted out in a shout, one so loud and sharp she heard birds cawing and flying off from the trees. Weiss froze, her heart seizing for a second as her eyes went wide.

"Blake...?"

And only then did Blake realize what she'd done.

That uncertainty in Weiss' eyes. That fear.

She'd done that.

"N-No..." She dropped her katana, legs shaking as tears started to swell up. "Weiss, I-I'm so sorry. I-I didn't..."

She felt sick. Wretched. To have yelled like that at her own teammate, her own girlfriend...

The tears started dripping down as she searched Weiss' astonished expression. Blake had only just come back to her, and now she felt like she wanted to run again.

But in spite of her shock, Weiss recognized that dread in Blake's eyes. She too dropped her weapon, reaching out to hold onto Blake's hand so she couldn't run away.

"It's all right, Blake. You just startled me, that's all."

"No..." Blake ducked her face into her shoulder and shook her head furiously. "No, th-that- I shouldn't have-" It was all she could do to reach out with shaking hands toward her, fearful Weiss might try to pull away. But she didn't, and Blake gathered the heiress into her arms, holding her tightly. "I shouldn't have... I'm sorry I yelled at you. I'm so sorry..."

"It's all right."

"No it isn't," Blake choked. "I'd told myself I wouldn't... be like them...Th-That I wouldn't ever raise my voice or my weapon unless it was for the better... but I hurt you-"

"You're talking nonsense," Weiss sighed, circling her arms around the small of Blake's back. "You didn't intend to hurt me, Blake. I know that. I know you were only worrying about me. It's my fault for being so stubborn. I wasn't considering how you felt." She closed her eyes, turning her face into the side of Blake's neck. "You're not like them at all, Blake. You never were and you never will be."

Blake sobbed again, her right hand gradually sliding across Weiss' back to come to a halt over her right side, where the scar was still fresh underneath. When they pressed together like this, it overlapped the spot where Blake's own scar was.

If anything that was proof enough that Weiss was correct, that she wasn't like Adam or the White Fang. But it didn't stop Blake from feeling like the most horrible person on the face of the planet for shouting at her.

Weiss had never yelled at her like that, only in the heat of battle, but never like this. Never when they were alone together, harmlessly training. Even though Weiss was a rather loud and argumentative person by nature, she'd never once lashed out at Blake like that since they'd become friends.

Her Faunus ears flicked in pain as Blake remembered her own voice rising up like that, and she sobbed again.

Weiss clung to her back softly, lifting her head just a bit to kiss Blake's cheek.

"It's all right, Blake. I know you were just worried about me. And all of this has everyone a bit stressed out. I understand. You didn't hurt me." She pressed as closely as she physically could, finding refuge in Blake's arms and letting her hide in hers as well. "You're reading into this far too much, Blake. Stick to just the books."

Her attempt at a small joke was tactful and effective enough to soften the mood. Blake's tears began to slow as she understood Weiss was all right, unhurt by her thoughtlessness. She sighed into the side of Weiss' neck, her hand still tracing circles over the heiress' right side.

"Sorry," she said again. "I'm really sorry I yelled... After all the time we spent apart, and then for me to do something like that when we've just found each other again-"

"We've just been through this, Blake. It's all right. I know you didn't mean it in a bad way." Weiss turned her face so she could softly kiss the Faunus girl's cheek again, hugging her shoulders more tightly. She guided Blake's head down a little until Weiss had access to her Faunus ears. She kissed them both as well.

At the same time Blake reciprocated with a kiss to Weiss' scarred cheek. She brushed their noses together, nuzzling affectionately until their lips came together for a moment.

With the tears having stopped by now, they parted with smiles, though Blake's ears still flicked nervously.

"You're sure you're okay?"

"I am." Weiss crouched down to pick up their weapons and handed Blake hers. "Now then, that's enough training for today. Why don't we head back in for a cup of tea?"

Her hand slid down to find Blake's, fingers threading together as she gave an encouraging tug. Blake's ears finally lifted all the way.

"That sounds perfect."

As they turned to head back toward the house, she leaned over to kiss the top of Weiss' head.

They found themselves alone in the kitchen as Weiss prepared tea for Blake, and Blake prepared coffee for Weiss.

The last time they'd had these drinks together had been back before the fall of Beacon. But they each found that the other could still make their favorite drink perfectly.

They sat down together on the couch and took idle sips of their drinks before putting the mugs aside and opting to just lean into one another. Weiss rested her cheek on Blake's shoulder, and in turn Blake leaned softly against her head.

After getting worn out from training and calming down with a warm drink, it wasn't difficult to close their eyes and doze off quietly together.

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A/N: A speed round of some Monochrome angst and comfort. Sorry these are so short, but there's only so much free writing time I have this semester! I hope you enjoyed anyway!