Bread And Citrus (ch8)

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I'm just gonna try to get over the pain of the latest episode (6), and focus on cute fanfics where everything is fine and no one is hurt.

Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY.

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							Chapter 8.

Weiss was incredulous.

After eighteen years, she'd just had her first romantic kiss ever, with a girl who was also a novice to romance - clearly.

It had only been a few weeks since they'd met, but now it was very clear that Yang felt the same way as Weiss did.

But perhaps Yang felt just a bit more strongly.

Weiss could only stare for a moment with her jaw hanging down as she watched the blonde girl fall to the floor, evidently too overwhelmed by their first kiss to do otherwise.

But it didn't take more than a few seconds for Weiss to push herself into action. She flung the movable countertop piece aside and hurried out onto the main floor, dropping to her knees at Yang's side.

"I don't believe you!" she huffed, nervously looking the girl over.

Yang had gone to her knees and then toppled over, but at the very least she hadn't appeared to have hit her head on the counter.

But still, there was a lot for Weiss to panic about. If a customer entered right now, she'd have a lot of explaining to do, and she wasn't sure if she could manage a proper explanation for all of this.

Therefore, just for privacy's sake, Weiss stood and hurried to the main door to close it, flipping the OPEN sign over to CLOSED. Within seconds, she was back at Yang's side, kneeling down and focusing entirely on the hopeless girl.

Weiss considered calling for help; she didn't know if an ambulance would be appropriate for this type of thing. But it still wasn't normal for people to just pass out like this. What if Yang had some kind of condition?

The thought sent a pang through Weiss' chest.

Carefully, she slipped her arms beneath Yang's shoulders, making an effort to lift her up, wanting to move her to a table or sit her up straight, at the very least.

But the kickboxing girl was all muscle, and Weiss' arms gave out in only a matter of seconds. Panting with effort, Weiss knelt back down and gently laid Yang's head on her knees instead.

Catching her breath, she looked down at Yang's face. Weiss could at least take a bit of solace in realizing that the girl was making the same face she'd been making when she'd fallen asleep at one of the tables last week.

Even now, Yang appeared to be resting peacefully, if not voluntarily, but she was breathing fine and didn't seem to be in any pain.

Weiss placed a hand on each of her shoulders and shook her lightly, but it didn't rouse the other girl.

So she merely opted to wait.

She cradled Yang's head in her lap, gingerly trailing her fingernails through the blonde's bangs and tracing the outline of her face. Weiss used her palms to rub small circles over the other girl's collar, and she hunched her back just a bit to lean over her.

"You idiot..." she murmured. "I can't believe you passed out on me during our first kiss. I wasn't finished yet..."

To prove as much, she bent forward and pressed a soft kiss to Yang's forehead, pulling her closer still. White strands of hair slipped down over her shoulder and mixed with gold, and Weiss moved her lips down to Yang's nose.

"Come now..." she huffed. "You've worried me enough, don't you think? I've closed the shop for you. Please wake up now..."

She moved her mouth until it was above Yang's and kissed her softly there.

By some miracle, her plea was heard and answered.

The response was a very soft, "Mm..." from Yang, and Weiss pulled back a bit so she may see the girl's eyes.

She had only been out for a few minutes at most, but to Yang, it'd felt like a few days.

But when her senses came back to her, she started to remember where she was and what had happened.

She'd expected to wake up on a cold wooden floor with a headache.

But instead, she opened her eyes to find stunning bright blue looking back at her, and there was a softness pillowing her neck, head, and shoulders.

As soon as she realized exactly what position she was in, Yang felt like passing out all over again.

But evidently, Weiss had other plans for her.

It began with a lecture.

"You oaf!" was the first thing Yang heard, but she knew she deserved it. She flinched a bit, but there was a sheepish smile on her face.

"Haaa..." she wheezed dryly. "I... oh man, I'm never gonna live this down..."

"I'll say," Weiss snapped. "What were you thinking, just falling over like that?"

"Well, I wasn't exactly thinking, but-"

"My point exactly. You weren't thinking. Why? Because you're an idiot. I nearly broke my back trying to lift you up and carry you somewhere more comfortable. I closed the shop temporarily so no one would walk in on us, but I'll have you know the bakers might come out from the kitchen at any moment! If you absolutely must pass out, please try to do it at a time and place that's convenient for others," she grunted.

The best part was that Yang honestly couldn't tell if Weiss was being serious or not.

Despite the lecture Weiss was spouting at her from above, Yang was smiling all the while as she stared up at the girl from this angle.

Weiss' voice was harsh, but the hands on Yang's shoulders were gentle as they kneaded her sore muscles. Weiss' words quite literally said what she was feeling, and Yang knew her body was doing the very same.

When she observed Weiss' face, the girl's lip was trembling slightly, and her eyebrows were furrowed despite the tautness of her tone. Her real emotions were hidden behind a screen of words, but Yang could see through it like glass.

"Goodness," Weiss continued. "I still can't believe you did this, you idiot. Does it hurt anywhere? You didn't hit your head, did you? If not that's good, because I'd like to hit it myself because you're an idiot."

Yang couldn't help but chuckle at that. Weiss seemed to be offended at the sound.

"What? You think this is funny, Yang? Do you know how scary it is to watch someone collapse like that? And after we'd just-" She bit her lip in an effort to keep her emotions in check.

Weiss took a steadying breath and went on in a lower tone. "My heart almost stopped. I didn't know what had happened to you so suddenly. You'd better not do it again, Yang. Ever."

It was when she needed to sniffle back her tears when she finally fell silent, turning her head defiantly to one side to hide her expression from Yang.

The blonde was still smiling, touched by Weiss' display of affection; she'd only snapped at Yang because she'd been so worried, worried enough to almost be brought to tears now.

Moving her arms a bit, Yang turned her hands over until they'd reached up to her own shoulders to cover Weiss' fingers, patting them reassuringly.

"Hey, hey..." Yang murmured, the smile still present. "I'm sorry, okay? I never meant to worry you, that should be obvious. I didn't exactly plan on passin' out, y'know. I just..." She paused and sighed giddily.

"I'd never been kissed by such a pretty girl before, and it got to me. I was so happy and nervous and shocked and it all just piled up. But I'm alright, so you don't have to worry anymore. Sorry about making you upset. Is there anything I can do to redeem myself?"

Weiss was still trying to keep her bottom lip from trembling at the moment, but at the offer, she flashed her gaze back down to meet Yang's.

"Like I said," she sighed. "Just don't let this happen again. Please."

"Mm~" Yang nodded. "I'll do my best, but no promises! 'Cause I might just pass out every time I kiss ya since you're just so damn pretty."

"If you passed out every time we kissed, then we'd have a few issues," Weiss scolded. "Possibly medical ones, too."

"I'm kiddin', I'm kiddin'! I won't pass out anymore, okay?"

Weiss gave her a dubious look.

Yang grinned up at her.

"Alright, pinky promise." She looped her pinkies around both of Weiss' where they rested on her shoulders. Yang gave a little squeeze to prove she meant everything she'd promised.

Weiss sighed again, but seemed to be satisfied with her response.

"Fine. Now then, can you stand? I'd like to get back to work, if you don't mind."

"Hmm, don't know if I can stand yet," Yang hummed. "I might need a bit of a boost, a bit more energy. Plus, I still wanna make it up to you for making you panic so much before."

She slipped her hands away from Weiss' and instead reached up slowly, so the girl could stop her if she wanted to.

But Weiss merely remained still, until she could feel those warm palms softly cupping her cheeks. Yang coaxed her forward, smiling all the while as she kept her eyes on Weiss'.

Before long, Weiss leaned down on her own, closing her eyes as she pressed another, firmer kiss to Yang's lips.

The blonde could feel Weiss' huff of breath and chuckled at the thought of her pouting about kissing on the job.

The angle was a bit awkward, and neither expected their second kiss to be an upside-down one, but here they were on the floor of the bakery, sharing breath.

Weiss dared to use her teeth, just to nip Yang's lip in a silent manner of scolding for putting her through all of this. She felt the blonde girl smirk in response, happily accepting the punishment if it meant they got to extend the kiss a bit longer.

Yang's hands caressed Weiss' cheeks, fingers getting lost in her hair. In turn, she could feel Weiss' hands pressing lightly over her chest, her scent wreathing around and filling Yang's lungs.

This was only their second kiss ever, and yet it somehow felt like the two-hundredth.

They'd already found their chemistry, a natural common ground where they came together in kissing. Their lips melted easily together and lacked the hesitance of a first kiss now.

They were both much surer, and much more eager to show it.

But at the very least, Weiss was able to demonstrate some semblance of self-control as she reminded herself she was still on duty.

Once she was short of breath, Weiss pulled herself away from Yang's grip and straightened her back once again. Her face was flushed, but she was satisfied to discover Yang's was much the same.

"Aww..." the blonde pouted. "That's all?"

"Did you forget I'm supposed to be working at the moment?"

"Oh. Right."

With another huff, Weiss cleared her throat.

"Now then, can you get up? Are you 'energized' enough now?"

"To be honest, I kinda just wanna nap now-"

"On your feet."

"Yes, ma'am!"

Weiss helped Yang sit up, keeping one of her hands on the taller girl's back and the other on her stomach to support her. Weiss stood with her slowly, not wanting a dizzy spell to get the better of Yang. But they both made it to their feet without a hitch.

Once again, Yang was reminded of just how much height she had on Weiss.

The first kiss had been easy enough despite the counter in between them, and Weiss had been at Yang's same height exactly.

But now, Yang had several inches on her, and she couldn't help wondering what it'd be like to kiss her like this.

Weiss could see the desire in those lavender eyes, and she herself might've liked to find out what a third kiss while standing on the same surface would be like.

But for her job's sake, Weiss needed to push the thoughts aside.

"Some other time," she said aloud, answering both Yang's and her own question. "If you're alright now, then I've got to get back to work."

"Yeah," Yang nodded. "I'm fine, so don't you worry!"

Weiss crossed her arms and looked away.

Yang stepped a bit closer and wrapped her in a soft embrace.

"I mean it, Weiss. I'm fine now, 'kay? I'll text you when I get to kickboxing and when the class is over, too. Don't worry, yeah?"

"Not worrying is easier said than done when you've just watched the first person you've ever kissed fall to the ground like a sack of potatoes."

"Aw, Weiss, c'mon~" Yang squeezed her a little tighter to reassure her.

It was amazing what those kisses had done. Yesterday, she would've darted out at the mere thought of hugging Weiss like this, or even talking to her so extensively.

But now that their mutual feelings had been laid bare, there wasn't any need to hold back anymore.

And again, it felt as though they'd been doing this for months, hugging and kissing like this.

Weiss fit so perfectly into her arms, and Yang couldn't stop herself from kissing the crown of the girl's head.

Weiss felt the same way, as though she'd been pulled into Yang's arms like this a thousand times before. It felt so natural and comfortable, and neither of them made a big deal about it, but simply enjoyed it in silence.

Weiss said nothing for another moment, and Yang had to wonder if she was thinking of a reply or if she was merely enjoying the close contact. She felt Weiss' arms slip around her torso and return the hug briefly before she stepped away.

"Fine," Weiss grunted. "But if you don't text me, Yang, then so help me-"

"I won't forget!" Yang chuckled. "I'll be fine, trust me! And I'll come right back here after kickboxing just like I do every day! So I'll see you again soon, 'kay?" She moved her hands up to Weiss' shoulders and played idly with her hair for a moment.

Weiss glared up at her.

"What is it now?"

"Aw, nothing~" Yang sang. "Just marveling at how lucky I was that you'd feel the same way. God, you're gorgeous, did I ever tell you that?"

"You have now," Weiss said. "And while it's very much appreciated I really should-"

"Right, right. Get back to work, huh?"

"Indeed."

"Got'cha." Yang took one step back before Weiss suddenly changed her mind and stopped her.

"Hold on just a minute," she sighed. "Is that how you plan to say goodbye? Just by walking away? Honestly, do I have to teach you everything?"

Reaching up, she grasped Yang's shirt collar and pulled her down into a final kiss.

Yang was more pleased than shocked by the action and sweetly returned the contact, slipping her arms to either of the smaller girl's sides. She started to rub up and down gently, and Weiss felt herself relaxing a bit too much. She needed to force her lips away from Yang's and shake her head.

"Now off with you!" she said. "I'll see you back here in an hour or so, and don't forget to text me, do you hear?"

"I won't! But before I go..."

Yang reached out to the counter, picking up the daisy that had been left there since their first kiss. The strands of Weiss' hair that had been pulled loose when she'd removed the flower earlier were presently tucked back into place by Yang's soft fingers. She then slipped the stem of the flower in place over Weiss' ear and stepped back to admire the final picture.

"Perfect," she grinned.

Weiss looked away to hide another blush.

"Alright. Now go, or else you'll be late."

"Yeah! I-I'll see you soon again, okay?" Yang leaned in to press one final kiss to Weiss' cheek before she scurried out the door.

Yang was really on cloud nine this time.

She was absolutely giddy about having just successfully confessed and experienced three different kisses with Weiss.

There was no way this could be real.

She couldn't stop thinking about it all the while as she all but skipped down the sidewalk, being mindful not to dance into oncoming traffic by accident.

As soon as she arrived at the kickboxing building, she sent Weiss a message:

/I'm here! Got here just fine. See you again soon~/

Weiss replied only seconds afterward:

//Good. Just make sure you get back to me in one piece, please.//

Yang was humming to herself in the locker room, enough to pique the other girls' interest, mainly Pyrrha's.

"Are you feeling alright?" she wondered.

Yang turned to her friend and gave the other girl the widest grin she'd ever mustered.

"Pyrrha, I am ecstatic. Never in my life have I ever been better than this~"

Her performance in class proved as much. Even after a rigorous cardiac workout, Yang was still eager for more. She won all of her matches and even then had excess energy to spare.

Once class was finished, she texted Weiss again before changing and heading back out.

Yang munched on her granola bar and guzzled her water, still humming some nonsensical tune to herself as she hurried towards the bakery. She arrived to find a group of people just leaving, and slipped inside.

Weiss had just started eating her lunch when the other girl strolled in. She quickly put everything aside and stood, hurrying over to the counter. She was clearly excited to see Yang, just as much as the blonde was to see her.

But both paused on either side of the counter, clearing their throats and trying not to look like excited children.

Weiss spoke first.

"I... trust class went well?"

"It was great," Yang nodded. "I've never had a funner class in my whole life."

"Funny," Weiss mused. "All I've done for the past hour is serve customers as always, but it was immensely more enjoyable for some reason."

"Hmm~ Wonder what that reason could be?"

"I haven't the slightest idea."

They shared knowing smiles before leaning over the counter.

Weiss flashed a quick glance to the door to ensure no one was there before she indulged herself in Yang's lips.

She could taste the nutty flavor of the granola bar, and felt Yang's smirk as strongly as she felt her own. Rather than the nervous kiss this had been earlier that day with shaking hands pressed to the counter between them, now both girls had their palms on the other's cheeks, confident and excited.

But still, they needed to be aware of where they were – the hard marble digging into each of their stomachs reminded them as much.

After a minute, they pulled apart, fixing their bangs and ruffled clothes.

"So..." Weiss said, trying to get control over her breathing again. "What can I get for you today?"

It was almost humorous how their relationship had changed since yesterday. The two of them still maintained the customer-salesgirl aspects of everything – they just happened to realize they wouldn't mind sharing a kiss or two in between.

"Let's see," Yang considered. "I'll take a loaf of wheat bread, a half-dozen cookies, and two slices of chocolate cake."

With a nod, Weiss started to prepare everything.

Yang watched the swish of her white ponytail and the bounce of the flower behind her ear as she walked. So much about this scene was familiar, and yet so much was pleasantly different.

Yang got the same butterflies in her stomach, only their strength had increased tenfold.

And Weiss' heart had good reason to be beating so quickly for once.

The nervousness had been exchanged for confidence for the both of them, although it all was still a bit difficult to believe. Everything had happened so quickly, and only a few hours ago.

Weiss rung up the order and Yang paid. But before she could take her things and head out, she requested one last thing.

"Will that be all?" Weiss wondered.

"Actually, there's oooone more thing I'd like~"

Yang leaned over the counter once more and puckered her lips a bit.

Weiss had been about to indulge her until a group of passerby outside the shop caused her to freeze. She held her breath and tried to act natural, and Yang reopened her eyes to find Weiss stiff and nervous.

The blonde frowned; she could understand this was difficult for Weiss, because lunch break or not, she was still in her father's shop.

Leaving her food for the moment, Yang ushered Weiss away from the register. She herself skirted the display cases until she found herself at the movable countertop.

Weiss followed her there, and here at the corner of the shop, they were out of immediate sight of passing people.

Yang lifted the countertop and moved closer, reaching out to rest her hands on Weiss' hips with a smile. Weiss remained on the elevated step, keeping their faces level as she wrapped her arms around Yang's shoulders and kissed her again.

Yang all but purred against her lips, placing kiss after kiss on Weiss' soft lips, always being sure to pull back so they could both catch their breaths. The shorter, lighter kisses went on for a few minutes, the calming music of the bakery providing a comforting soundtrack.

Then, the kisses became a little longer, a little fuller.

Finally, they pulled away, but only their lips.

Yang stepped close and wrapped Weiss in her arms, resting her chin on the girl's shoulder. Weiss did the same, hugging Yang's back and tucking her face into the side of her neck as she caught her breath.

Yang closed her eyes and sighed blissfully, taking in that familiar scent.

She still couldn't believe it. Just a few weeks ago she'd fallen head over heels for Weiss, and only yesterday had she resolved herself to confess as much.

She still wasn't sure if this was all real, if Weiss had really returned her feelings and kissed her four separate times today alone. She still wasn't even sure if Weiss was actually in her arms right now.

But the tickle of breath against her neck and the gentle thumping of a heartbeat against her own told her otherwise.

Yang rubbed her hands slowly over Weiss' petite back, nuzzling into her hair.

"Is it real...?" she mumbled. "I don't know, Weiss. I really don't know..."

"Must I prove it to you?" Weiss shifted slightly and kissed her cheek, the one that had been bruised a few days ago. "I can't be sure myself, but too much says this is real, so I'm willing to accept that. You should, too."

Yang nodded, and Weiss heard a whimper.

"Yeah... You're right..."

"Yang, don't cry." Weiss could already feel a few warm drops of liquid seeping into her shoulder. "Please don't do this to me."

"But they're happy tears!" she sniffled.

"Yes, but I'm still working. I can't afford to start crying as well."

"Fine..." Yang did her best to wipe the tears away, and Weiss helped her a bit, catching them on her fingers before kissing Yang's nose sweetly.

"Text me when you get home," she murmured.

Yang nodded.

"'Kay. I'll see you tomorrow, Weiss."

"Yes you will."

They moved apart enough to share one final kiss for the day.

At last, they found the strength to let the other go and stepped back.

"This sucks," Yang grumbled as she walked back to collect her food. "I already feel cold just not hugging you."

"It's summertime, Yang," she chuckled. "I'm sure you'll be warm enough, at least until you come back tomorrow."

"Is it alright if I come early again?" Yang wondered.

"Of course it is. You're free to come whenever you'd like, you know."

"Okay!" She wiped her arm over her eyes and grinned once again. Gathering the food in her arms, she shared one last glance with Weiss. "See you tomorrow. I'll text you."

"Alright. Have a good evening."

With that, Yang took her leave, and Weiss watched her go.

And as she bit into her gift brownie, something told Yang that Weiss had kissed it for her.

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A/N: Ahhh finally they can hug and kiss~

Ch9 preview: But before she could enter the empty shop, Yang stopped herself when she heard something.

It was the music coming from the shop's radio, but it wasn't just that. There was an angelic voice singing along to it, one she recognized instantly as Weiss'.