Confessions (ch7)

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														Chapter 7.

A week later found them on the countdown waiting to return to classes. All major injuries had been mended; the only things preventing them from going back to their lessons this week were immense aches all over their bodies that left them more or less immobilized.

Of course they weren't really incapable of moving; they just really preferred not to get up out of bed.

That morning had found them alone together once again, Ruby and Yang having already headed off to class.

Unluckily for Weiss, Blake had been in a mischievous mood that morning and presently had the heiress pinned beneath her, looking down on her with a smirk.

"Blake, please…" Weiss groaned. "If you tickle me now, I can't guarantee your safety. You know I can't be held accountable."

But she also knew her pleas were fruitless; oh, the lengths Blake would go through just to hear her squeak so she could taunt her about it later.

With her wrists restrained by the Faunus girl, Weiss was dreary from sleep, writhing meekly beneath her. "You… you can't blame me if I re-fracture your shoulder…" she growled in one last attempt at a warning.

. . .

"'Please' won't help you now, heiress," she drawled, tone low and lazy despite the way her heart slowed from its high.

It had taken a bit of minor wrestling to pin Weiss (and a few muttered 'sorry's and apologetic kisses in between to ease the accidental pains), but the minor exertion was more than worth the effort. Weiss tried to wriggled free from her hold, but Blake's grip tightened on the wrists on either side of the heiress' head - a simple light pressure meant to quell any sudden movements.

Once Weiss stilled, Blake dipped her head, kissing the junction just below Weiss' ear before pulling back to stare down at the girl beneath her. The smirk widening playfully.

"Consider this revenge for that time you ate the leftover tuna I was saving for later."

. . .

Weiss stiffened when Blake pressed a teasing kiss to her neck.

"P-Please…" she grunted. "Although I admit I should've known better than to listen to Ruby when she told me you weren't planning to eat it, you can hardly blame me." She could almost hear the amused purr rumbling in Blake's throat along with the smirk that accompanied it.

Weiss tried another method. "You wouldn't attack a helpless invalid, now would you, Blake? I'm oh so tired and sore from the past two weeks. Would you really sink that low?"

It was more of a challenge, a dare for Blake to go through with it, just to see what would become of her if she did; if Weiss could best her just for a moment to get the upper hand, she had her own methods by which to make Blake release even her most girlish laugh.

"So what's it gonna be, Belladonna?" she smirked. "Attack a helpless heiress like a coward, or let her go and take your beatings like an honorable huntress?"

. . .

Blake quirked a brow, listening to Weiss with a hint of amusement.

"That's the problem," she teased. "I would stoop that low."

She held Weiss' gaze for a moment. A silent dare - willing Weiss to just try and escape, but her grip around Weiss' wrists was unyielding. It was probably poor of her to be enjoying this so much, but watching Weiss squirm was always entertaining, so long as she knew they were both having some amount of fun. Bending low, she stole another kiss, her lips lingering a moment too long.

"I hope you're prepared."

Hair spilled from over her shoulder (three), a small chuckle escaping her lips at the look on Weiss' face (two), and when it looked like Weiss had lowered her guard (one), Blake pounced.

Honestly, she couldn't think of a better way to spend an afternoon.

. . .

"Blake- Blaaaake!"

Her warnings were ignored entirely, just as she'd feared, as Blake dove in for the attack. Fingers poked and wiggled all over the heiress' body, not hard enough to scratch but just light enough to send shivers throughout.

She thrashed uncontrollably, twisting and curling in on herself, trying to dissuade Blake's assault. But the Faunus girl took advantage of every inch Weiss' defense exposed; if her stomach was open, she would go for that, or her neck, her arms, god her sides-

"Blake, I ca- aahaa!" Weiss squeaked, tears in her eyes that were squeezed shut from the laughter that raked her body. She flipped over onto her side, clutching her waist, but her girlfriend managed to slip under and continue to tickle her.

Weiss kicked her legs out, trying to get a hold on Blake and roll her off, but she was too weak and short of breath now. She tried to wrestle her, but it was useless, and the heiress tried to wrap the blankets around herself to use as a shield. Her chest heaved as she giggled here and there between wheezing breaths, heart racing.

"B-Blake, please…" she requested - not begged. Heiresses didn't beg. Another poke sent her back into a spiral of laughter, tears dripping down her cheeks.

She was going to be especially sore today.

. . .

Weiss' laughter filled the small room. It was absolutely intoxicating - infectious - and Blake wanted it to continue, wanted to wrap herself in the sound of Weiss' impossibly girlish giggle, interspersed with gasps of her name.

Her hands stilled out of mercy a moment later, grasping Weiss' hips lightly to keep her still as Blake took the time to catch her breath. Weiss breathed heavily beneath her, chest heaving as she inhaled, every breath a gulp for air. It wasn't long though before she was leaning in to pepper kisses across Weiss' face, taking advantage of her girlfriend's disoriented state.

God, Blake was weak for her. If only Weiss knew just how much that was.

"I'll consider forgiveness if you apologize," Blake said as she pulled back, trying and failing to keep the amused smile from her face. "How about it, Schnee?"

. . .

Weiss huffed for breath, graciously taking advantage of the moment of mercy Blake presented her with, though the Faunus girl still kept her securely in place beneath her. Her golden eyes laughed silently down at Weiss, and the heiress needed to brush her cheeks against each shoulder in order to dry the tears lingering there.

God, she wanted to flip Blake over so badly and teach her a thing or two-

-but Weiss was still recovering, arms weak as though filled with syrup. Blake pressed light kisses over her face, and the white-haired girl soaked in every one of them until Blake pulled away, ears twitching in amusement.

"Oh, please…" Weiss panted, glaring defiantly up at her. "Apologizing would mean admitting I was in the wrong. You know better than anyone that'd I'd never dream to do such a thing. For anyone. I'll buy you an entire crate of tuna if that's what you want. But I'll never apologize for eating that delicious bit you'd saved," she said snidely.

She knew her fate was in Blake's hands, but Weiss was convinced she could put up a fight this time.

. . .

This time there was no warning as Blake dove in for the metaphorical kill, her fingers fluttering across Weiss' sides to exact swift and ruthless revenge. Now knowing for certain the exact weak point to exploit, she did so every chance she got. She was unrelenting in her attack, and the room was set alight with Weiss' laughter.

Weiss squirmed beneath her, trying to block incoming tickling assaults with little success, but Blake could feel her stamina lessen as the seconds ticked passed. She didn't take into account her condition, and being still quite a ways away from being in tip-top shape, she could feel her muscles start to ache in response to the building resistance.

Show no weakness, she told herself. But with the tiredness, her attacks were sloppy and graceless, openings everywhere if Weiss simply took a moment to gather herself and look. Blake reached for whatever she could, hoping to bring Weiss to surrender before it all gave out and she ended up on the receiving end of a rather revengeful girlfriend.

. . .

Blake was weakening, and Weiss knew she could fight back if she just held out a little longer and waited for the right time to strike. Just like any other battle.

She was forced to endure the attack for another minute or so, her ribs sore from so much tossing and turning. Her entire body shook with laughter, arms and legs lashing out weakly as she fought for breath.

And then she went limp, completely so, not even able to move anymore as Blake continued to tickle her.

It worked.

Blake stopped her assault for just a second, but that was all it took for Weiss to surge upward and knock her sideways. Straddling her girlfriend, Weiss wrestled her until she was on her stomach with her back exposed. She then pinned Blake's arms to her sides using her knees, placing both palms on Blake's back and leaning forward a bit to keep her down.

Weiss panted for a moment now in knowing Blake was at her mercy. She wiped her tears briefly to clear her vision before she leaned down and breathed purposefully onto the girl's Faunus ears.

"Everyone knows… a cat is weak to the scruff."

And with that she slithered all ten fingers up Blake's spine and curled her nails in lightly at the nape of her neck.

. . .

A choked yelp escaped when Weiss surged forward, the sudden action more then enough to cause Blake to flinch and allow Weiss the opening she needed to swiftly turn the tables.

It was almost embarrassing. Any movement was quickly halted, arms useless at her sides when a weight settled on her lower back and caused her to sink into the mattress. Leave it to Weiss to make sure precautions were taken, and Blake huffed, attempting to blow the hair from her face.

She tried to turn, tried to shoot Weiss a mocking stare, but two hands pressed between her shoulder blades and pushed her back down, effectively keeping her from moving. Her ears flicked unconsciously when Weiss' breath trailed over the sensitive fur, and Blake was about to retort, the perfect sassy comeback just waiting on the back of tongue.

But the only sound that issued forth the second Weiss' nails trailed up her spine to dig lightly into the back of her neck, was a squeak so undignified that Blake knew she wouldn't hear the end of it for days.

"Weiss-!" Her voice had risen a few octaves, and she was left hoping that the torture was swift. That or her energy would return quickly enough for her to put up a fight. Blake was certainly hoping that, for the sake of her ego, it was the latter.

. . .

"Oh my..."

The sound Blake had just made, accompanied by the squeal of Weiss' own name, left the heiress laughing out loud again. But that only made her eager to hear more of Blake's high-pitched voice, a dire contrast to her usual monotone.

But rather than a full-on, full-force attack like her girlfriend, Weiss had a different method of attack.

Once the initial giggles from exposing Blake's weakest spot had died down, Weiss let the girl catch her breath. The heiress kept her legs clamped firmly on the girl's arms and trailed her hands lightly down Blake's spine, just barely enough to tickle, but nothing too extreme.

She traveled up and down slowly, meticulously, making Blake wait unknowingly for when or where her next strike would be.

Weiss went up and down a few more times, feeling the girl's ribcage expand and deflate with every feather-light press of her fingers until she paused at Blake's hips.

A tactic she had picked up from one of Yang and Ruby's spats made itself known and Weiss suddenly plunged her fingers into Blake's sides in a jumpstart, again laughing at the jolting reaction she received.

"You picked the wrong girlfriend to tickle," Weiss said, voice purposefully breathy as she leaned down over the girl's heaving back.

There was one more spot she wanted to try.

. . .

The brief respite when Weiss' attack halted was torture, and her breath came in pants muffled into the sheets. The soft ghosting of her nails up and down her spine that followed made Blake shiver, but it wasn't enough to cause laughter - a tease Weiss seemed hellbent on enjoying to the fullest.

She couldn't help the sharp inhale whenever Weiss' fingers traveled too close to the back of her neck, but for the most part, her embarrassing tendencies remained in check. It was clear Weiss was toying with her, and Blake wasn't about to stand for that. Well, figuratively, of course.

"Weiss - I swear, once I'm free, you're-" Another embarrassing squeak escaped when Weiss poked her fingers into her sides, the action sending a jolt up her sides. Her cheeks flushed red. "Weiss!"

She strained her neck to look behind her, but she could barely make out Weiss' form on her back out of the corner of her eye. Blake knew she had power on her side, and when she squirmed she could feel Weiss shift with her, but it wasn't enough to free her arms. If worse came to worst though, Blake wasn't going to sit idly by. She'd throw all of her strength into one last ditch effort, consequences be damned.

. . .

"You're precious, Belladonna." Weiss laughed, pressing a hand between the girl's shoulder blades to keep her in place. Weiss wasn't finished with her yet.

She leaned forward, stretching her arms out as she ran her nails up Blake's sides again, feeling the pattern of her ribs as Blake shuddered beneath her touch. Keeping her weight balanced on Blake's lower back, Weiss took the liberty of going down to her girlfriend's waist again and wiggling her fingers.

Once she'd had her fill of Blake's little squirms and struggles, Weiss went back to the nape of her neck one more time. She ghosted her nails there before brushing Blake's hair aside and pressing a kiss to her skin.

Now for the final attack.

Weiss leaned down, her stomach on Blake's back now as her arms snaked around to the fronts of her girlfriend's shoulders. "You'll have to forgive me for playing this card," She murmured into her ear.

Weiss dragged her palms over Blake's cheeks and then up to her temples and the sides of her head. She found the soft layers of black fur which she sought, and with almost non-existent pressure, moved her fingers to the insides of Blake's ears. The fur there was a lighter color and twice as soft as the outsides.

Also twice as sensitive.

Weiss ran her nails lightly along the feathery linings of the insides of Blake's ears, her chin resting atop the girl's head. A satisfied smirk settled on the heiress' lips in knowing she was the only person in the world who got the privilege to do this. Though she did abuse that privilege sometimes.

. . .

Blake had prepared herself for the worst, steeled her nerves to nothing short of platinum. The touches to the back of her neck had her nervous, muscles clenching in anticipation for the next strike, but the kiss pressed to her neck seconds later left her optimistically confused.

When Weiss' weight settled fully against her back, the slight purr had already started despite her initial resistance. It came automatically no matter how hard she tried to stop it, the feather-like touch nearly killing, and she all but melted under Weiss' hands, limbs going limp.

Even when Weiss' fingers trailed over the soft fur inside, the most she let out was a tiny giggle, ears flicking at the light touch. She wasn't sure whether Weiss was disappointed with the reaction - whether she was expecting something a little more lively, but Blake was honestly too amused to care.

It was a few more moments until Blake decided to bring the situation back under her control. She used all of her strength to roll, gently knocking Weiss off her back and freeing her arms, quickly moving atop Weiss. She trapped the heiress between her arms, one on either side of her head, but otherwise Weiss was relatively free to move.

Blake tried her best to sound menacing, powerful, and in control, but the purr still rumbling in the back of her throat, the tussled hair, and the flush glowing red across her cheeks probably crushed any hope for that.

"You haven't won this one, Schnee." She grinned, yet even that she had trouble with, and it crumbled into a goofy smile. Not laughing was difficult, but at least she managed that.

. . .

Weiss felt she had had her fill of domestic tickling torment and didn't resist when she felt herself being rolled over. Blake settled on top of her, and Weiss caught her breath, biting her lip as she tried not to laugh at the girl's disheveled appearance. The purrs that kept slipping past her lips were too much though, and Weiss caved before very long.

"Oh, I'm terrified." She feigned a gasp. "The big bad Blake Belladonna isn't going to show any mercy this time, is she? Oh, what will I do? What can I say that will beg her to spare me?" The purr grew louder, and Weiss ducked her face into the side of the pillow to stifle the laughter.

"Come here." She couldn't hold back any longer and reached up to interlock her fingers behind the back of the girl's neck. Slowly, she drew her girlfriend downward to rest on top of her, cradling Blake's head to her collar as she felt the pleasantly-familiar vibrations of a purr spreading throughout her chest and delving into Weiss' own.

She kissed between Blake's ears, rubbing them gently in apology for the tickle attacks.

"Ugh, I'm so sore. My ribs are killing me…" she grumbled with a huff. "I hope you'll take responsibility for this." She moved her hands up and down Blake's shoulders, waiting for their excited pulses to slow together.

. . .

So, mission to appear intimidating was a failure, but the resulting action wasn't without some reward as Weiss tugged her down and into a welcome embrace.

Blake couldn't help the laugh that escaped, echoing Weiss when the ridiculousness of it all had become too hilarious to ignore and she shifted to settle on Weiss' right side, a habit that would be rather difficult to break even now that all their injuries were almost fully healed. Her head rested near Weiss' collar, one arm draped across the girl's stomach.

"Responsibility?" She purred, the aches slowly prickling to life in her body as well. "As I recall, this was all your fault. In fact, I don't think I ever heard an apology." She snickered softly to herself, wrapping her arms around Weiss and squeezing softly. "No mercy," she teased, tilting her head up to brush her lips against the underside of Weiss' jaw.

. . .

"Excuse me? You tickled me first," Weiss muttered. "So unfortunately, you won't be hearing an apology from me. Instead, I'll just buy you ten tuna sandwiches, all right?" She looked to her side to face Blake, sliding one arm beneath the girl's head so Weiss could run fingers through her hair.

She glanced absentmindedly at the clock on the bedside table and let out a grunt. "Were we supposed to go to class today? I can't remember… Oh well. We can go grab some food later, perhaps."

Weiss rubbed one hand over the back of Blake's shoulder, bringing her free hand to the front of the other, knowing they were sore after all of the movement they'd just engaged in. She turned slightly onto her side and closed her eyes, letting the feeling of the soft mattress and blankets absorb into her skin. She was still for a few moments, simply enjoying the feeling of Blake's presence, listening to her breathing mixed with a few purrs here and there.

"Blake," she mumbled. "You're also going to have to take responsibility for my grades, because I don't think I'm ever going back to classes at this rate."

. . .

Blake chuckled, the scolding sliding off her skin without any real weight. They didn't have any classes to attend until next week, but in the scheme of things, all that boiled down to was two days. The weekend actually, and after that it would be back to the monotony of the daily grind - something Blake had no desire to return to if she was being completely honest.

She had grown used to this - this closeness, and while she didn't think it would disappear once the stress of classes came rushing back, it would be missed.

"I warned you," Blake muttered, trying to lift the blame even as Weiss closed her eyes. "I warned you that I was going to be a horrible influence. It's your fault for giving in." She exhaled, stretching out tired muscles, and then settled closer to Weiss. Before she could think about it, she brought up a hand to brush away the hair that had fallen across Weiss' face.

"But if you're so set on compensation, then I'm willing to lend you a hand. The text books are all horribly biased anyways."

. . .

Weiss raised an eager eyebrow at the word 'compensation' as Blake snuggled closer.

"I'd like some compensation very much," Weiss breathed against her lips. She cupped the Faunus girl's cheeks and brought her close, allowing her eyelashes to tickle eskimo kisses along Blake's soft skin.

Then, she indulged herself in those familiar lips, feeling Blake's purr hard against her pulse. Weiss let Blake have her fill as well, knowing full-well this was one of their last days to be completely alone together.

Luckily for her, Blake seemed eager to give compensation in that form.

. . .

"That, I can do,"Blake purred, locking her arms around Weiss' torso and deepening the kiss, working her lips slowly over Weiss'. Weiss' heart thrummed softly against her chest, flitting beneath the vibrations rolling up Blake's throat.

Gradually, the kisses slowed, and the pulse soon followed. Before Blake knew it, Weiss was quiet and still, eyes closed in relaxation as she succumbed to a small nap.

Blake yawned at the sight of her, the absolute picture of comfort, in spite of a few residual aches, but the idea of a nap was certainly enticing.

So she closed her eyes and curled up on Weiss' collar, the purr still persisting even after her consciousness faded.

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A/N: Fluffy tickles, my favorite plotline ever.

To contrast this nonsense chapter, one more chapter to go, a bit more hurt/comfort.