Moments Of Comfort (ch6)

This one is a little bit longer than the others because I got a bit too into it ahah oh well~

For Freezerburn Friday!

Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY.

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														Chapter 6.

Weiss was lost in one of the few books available at the safe house when Yang exited the bathroom from her shower. Due to her semblance, she'd never been one to use a towel for her hair for longer than a few seconds before she dried herself off with a burst of heat.

She yawned like a lion, stretching her arms up above her head as she entered the bedroom, vacant other than Weiss and herself.

Weiss peered up from her book for a second to inquire.

"How was it?"

"Like heaven," Yang sighed. "First shower in a few days, grossly enough."

"Likewise."

Weiss had showered before her and by now her hair was mostly dry. They were both relieved to be dressed in more comfortable casual clothes as well.

Yang sauntered over to the bed Weiss was occupying and sat down on the edge, leaning in to steal a quick kiss. She then reached over to the bedside table to pull out a brush.

Weiss was still smiling from the kiss and intended to finish the current chapter before giving her girlfriend her full attention. But Yang made a request of her out of the blue.

"Hey Weiss, think you could brush my hair for me?"

It didn't even register at first. Weiss kept reading for a solid few seconds before she comprehended exactly what Yang had just asked. The book slipped from her lap and closed itself as Weiss' eyes shot up, her jaw dropping.

"...I... I beg your pardon...?"

Yang shrugged and waved the brush at her.

"I asked if you could brush for me."

Weiss shook her head, trying to prove to herself this wasn't a dream.

"I... Yang, are you feeling all right?"

"Like a million lien. Why?"

"It's just..." Weiss looked her over incredulously. "I... don't think I've ever heard you say anything like that. To anyone. Ever."

"What? You're exaggerating."

"No, I'm not. Everyone knows your hair is your most coveted asset. No one is allowed to touch it except you. You've never asked any of us to brush it before. Not even Ruby."

"That can't be right." Yang tried to think back to dig up a scenario that could prove otherwise. But the more she dug the more she realized Weiss was right. "Huh... Guess I never did offer before. But it's fine. You can brush it." She placed the brush on Weiss' thigh expectantly and turned around to give her back.

Weiss didn't touch the brush, eyes wide as she looked up at her teammate's back.

"Yang, are you sure?"

"Yes, Weiss. I'm sure."

"Remember you said that," Weiss muttered.

She picked up the brush with a somewhat crushing grip and sidled closer to her girlfriend's back. It hit her that she very well might be the first person in years to brush Yang's hair for her. There wasn't a single strand of blonde locks in the brush now, and she'd be damned if there was even one in it by the time she finished.

Weiss inhaled slowly, steeling herself for the task at hand. This seemed to be a lot of trust Yang was presenting so suddenly. Everyone knew she loved her hair second only to her sister and her teammates.

Touching her hair casually in an embrace or while they were tangled together sleeping was one thing. But being specifically asked to brush it was entirely another.

It was an understatement that Weiss had experienced a lot of pressure in her life. But right now she was feeling at least half of it all over again.

She eventually managed to reach out with her right hand to gather Yang's hair, fiddling with the brush in her left. She hovered it over the tips of the golden locks before barely making contact and guiding it through two inches to the end.

Weiss immediately checked the brush to ensure no strands had been pulled out, sighing in relief. And then she looked back at all the rest of Yang's mane she had yet to touch...

"You all right back there, princess?" Yang chuckled. "Weiss, it's okay. Just brush it normally."

"That's easy for you to say. Do you have any idea how terrible I'd feel if I ended up tugging any out?"

"Weiss, I'm telling you it's fine. You take things way too seriously."

"Debatable."

But now with Yang's reassurance, Weiss started to brush a little more normally. She went up several inches to the small of Yang's back, holding the hair above the brush in place with her palm as she carefully tugged it through. Every time she met even the smallest resistance in a knot, Weiss eased the brush through with painstaking care to unravel it.

She continued up at a gradual pace, brushing through the majority of Yang's hair in the middle of her back, and then off to the sides as well. As she worked her way up she became a bit more confident, and as more and more of Yang's hair was smoothed out it allowed Weiss to brush more naturally.

Yang honestly couldn't remember the last time she'd asked or let anyone brush her hair for her. She'd forgotten how nice it felt; the bristles tickling all up and down her back, Weiss' hands touching softly along her sides and shoulders...

Yang closed her eyes to relish the feeling and didn't realize she started leaning her weight back. Weiss felt the shift and gently pushed her forward again until Yang's posture was righted, then continued working.

She went all the way up, easing her way through the knots as she followed the path of the golden waves from the back of Yang's neck to the rim of her shorts.

Weiss worked diligently, until a few final trial brushes proved there wasn't a single knot left behind. With that she put the brush – which didn't have a strand in it – aside and announced her success.

"I'm finished. How... How was it...?"

Yang let out a hefty sigh and slouched back against her unsuspecting girlfriend.

"Weiss, it was great. You're so good at that."

Weiss hastily caught her around her sides to hold her up.

"Believe me, it's a relief to hear that from you."

Yang hummed, eyes closed as she turned herself slightly, slumping against the heiress as she looped an arm around her waist and rested her head against Weiss' chest. She snuggled there for a moment, relishing her moment of utter bliss.

Weiss dipped down to kiss her temple, fingers still idly playing through her tresses. After a moment Yang sat herself up and picked up the brush again.

"Lemme do yours."

"I already-"

"Weeeeiss."

"All right!"

Yang first pulled her legs up onto the bed and leaned herself back against the pillows. She slide her legs apart and invited Weiss to sit between her knees.

The heiress sat with her back stiff and pulled her knees to her chest as Yang got ready. But just before Yang made contact with the brush, Weiss made a small request.

"Please... be gentle."

It almost sounded scared.

Yang stopped what she'd been about to do and instead laid her hand on Weiss' shoulder. She coaxed her back a little, moving in to kiss the scar over her cheek.

"I will. Promise."

With that, she began brushing Weiss' hair from the bottom, with even more care than Weiss had demonstrated in brushing hers.

Yang wasn't the only one who never asked or let anyone else touch her hair.

She could only imagine the memories behind Weiss' hesitance. It was all too easy to envision she'd used to have maids back at the Schnee mansion who would prep her for events and forcibly brush her hair for her for the sake of time.

She imagined a young Weiss seated in a chair with one maid pushing on her shoulders to keep her from flinching while another yanked a brush through her hair, imagined Weiss biting back yelps of pain...

Yang caught herself before her anger could flare up. She pushed the thoughts away and channeled her rage into tenderness now as she focused on Weiss.

It was clear the heiress had already brushed her hair after her own shower, as it was almost entirely smooth. But Yang did hit a few little snags here and there.

When she did, she could feel Weiss tense up, expecting the brush to be jerked through.

But Yang never did that. She coaxed the brush through every hitch, gathering the rest of Weiss' hair with her free hand as she continued, letting the locks of silver slip through her fingers with ease. She then ran her hand gently up and down Weiss' side, willing her to relax.

"I'm not hurting you, am I?"

"No." The response was almost instant, and though Yang couldn't see her face she could hear the relief in her voice. "No, you're not hurting me."

The brawler smiled softly and leaned forward to kiss the back of Weiss' head. She stroked the brush through Weiss' hair a few more times before putting it back on the bedside table.

With that, Yang gingerly wrapped both arms around her stomach, being mindful of Weiss' newest injury and not letting the metal of her prosthetic push too hard against her right side. She eased Weiss to lean back against her chest, combing her fingers through her hair one last time to bring it to the front of Weiss' shoulder so she wouldn't put her weight on it.

Yang brought her close and cuddled up to her back, hands straying to Weiss' stomach and collar before settling. Weiss relaxed against her, resting the back of her head on Yang's shoulder as she closed her eyes.

"Thank you, Yang..."

"Same to you, Weiss."

Yang brushed her cheek over Weiss' and left a kiss on her lips.

She waited until Weiss' breathing had evened down and her heartbeat had slowed before Yang closed her eyes and let sleep come.

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A/N: I've always kinda headcanoned that Weiss had those kind of rough uncaring childhood maids before Klein came to her. And I feel she's very hesitant about people touching her hair to this day.