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"Now pay attention, Weiss. This is a very particular skill and it takes practice to get it right."
Weiss tried very hard not to roll her eyes at Blake's attitude. The Faunus was being cheeky with her and she never knew whether that was a good thing or a bad thing. In the time they'd spent at Beacon Academy - into their third year now - Weiss had been impressed with how much Blake had opened up from when they first met and became a team.
But moments like this still managed to surprise her.
Blake turned to face Yang, her partner in more ways than one. She approached slowly, speaking as she walked. "So here's how you do it: you walk up to her, place your hands like this, lower your face and..." As she spoke, Blake gently cupped either side of Yang's ample bosom before she buried her face in the blonde girl's cleavage and shook her head. Motor-boating the Yang Titties.
Yang burst out laughing at the sensation and the silliness of her girlfriend. Weiss made a face.
"UGH! Seriously?! Can't you two just get a room like normal people?"
"Oh come on, Weiss!" Yang laughed as she gave Blake a not-so-subtle pat on the butt. "It's not like my tits are just hanging out there."
Weiss grumbled something about how Yang's shirts barely fully covered her ample chest, a fact that always annoyed her a little due to her comparatively much smaller bust.
Yang leaned forward, prosthetic hand cupping her ear. "What was that, Ice Queen?"
"Nothing," Weiss said in a louder but still annoyed voice. "And why did you think this was necessary to teach me, Blake?"
Blake put a hand on her hip and fixed Weiss with a knowing look. "Because you clearly want to do the same to Pyrrha."
"I DO NOT!!!" Weiss screeched and stamped her foot.
"Smooth denial," Yang said in a very smug voice.
Weiss let out a "Humph" and crossed her arms. While she had been with Pyrrha for some time, she was still a total disaster lesbian about it. Sometimes she nearly forgot she was actually dating the walking breathing Amazon goddess who was the talk of campus ever since she set foot there. They had taken things slow, not being openly affectionate like Blake and Yang could be. Still, Weiss did have certain feelings when she saw Pyrrha. Was she really that obvious?
"Weiss, there's no shame in admitting how badly you want Pyrrha," Blake said in a more comforting voice, though the mischievous nature remained.
"Yeah, how badly you want them tiddies!" Yang added, pointing a finger gun at Weiss.
Stomping up to the taller girl, Weiss glared daggers at Yang. "We can't all have huge racks like you, Yang!"
"Oh I know," Yang brushed off breezily. "It's not easy being so endowed, but I can't blame you for wanting to stick your face in-"
"Shut. Up." Weiss jabbed her finger at Yang, mere inches from her face.
"And you," Weiss turned on Blake, "can keep that oh so helpful lesson to yourself."
Blake arched an eyebrow. "Seemed obvious for someone of your stature."
Weiss narrowed her eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"You're tiny," Yang interjected without missing a beat. She chuckled when Weiss smacked her furiously and when Blake gave her a playful punch.
"You are both insufferable!" And with that, Weiss stomped away, the sounds of Yang and Blake laughing following her as her heels clacked along the walkway.
But as she wandered the school grounds, fuming at her friends for being so... THEM, Weiss couldn't help but admit to herself, if reluctantly, that she did want what Blake demonstrated. She certainly had noticed Pyrrha's bust the first time they had met. Not to say it was what got her attention first, but it did keep her focus on the taller girl for the duration of their conversation. Well, technically she had to keep her eyes above the chest. And as much as she loathed Yang saying it, there was a slight challenge in making eye contact with someone who was about a foot taller than her. Of course there was so much to love about Pyrrha: her smile, her voice, her kindness, her athleticism, her effortless grace and poise, her muscles, her... her...
Yep. Weiss really had an obsession with the boobs.
And before she could talk herself out of it, she began walking with renewed purpose, seeking out the one person that could resolve this little issue.
Fortunately for Weiss, her search was brief. She found Pyrrha sitting on a bench in the courtyard, reading a book. She made a note that her outfit thankfully showed her cleavage, and she did a quick scan to ensure there was absolutely no one else around. Taking a deep breath and trying to steady her panicky gay nerves, Weiss strode toward her girlfriend with purpose.
Pyrrha glanced up and smiled. "Hello again!"
"Hello, Pyrrha." Weiss managed a slight smile, though it felt a little forced. She held her gaze with Pyrrha for a few seconds, then glanced down, then back up. She hoped she wasn't being obvious.
"Is there something you need?" Pyrrha asked, smile fading.
"Um... yes." Weiss couldn't think of the words to properly articulate what she wanted, so her brain went back to what Blake had told her. What she had shown her. It was so stupid, but it sounded better than trying to vocalize her desire.
And so, swallowing her pride, Weiss stepped forward, placed her hands on either side of Pyrrha's bust, and before she could stop herself, she shoved her face into the cleavage and quickly nuzzled her face against Pyrrha's warm skin.
"W-WEISS?!" Pyrrha exclaimed as she dropped her book.
Weiss pulled her head back. The satisfaction she felt for the briefest of moments now vanished as she registered what she had done and as she locked eyes with a shocked Pyrrha. "I-I..." As words failed her, Weiss heard a barking laugh. Her blood ran cold as she realized that Yang and Blake had followed her and watched the whole thing from across the courtyard, and now they were doubled over in laughter. Shame washing over her, Weiss pulled her hands back and clenched them tightly against her sides, turning on her heel to make her escape as her face turned pink.
"Weiss! Wait!" Pyrrha jumped up and quickly closed the distance, grabbing Weiss by the wrist. Weiss froze, eyes screwed shut.
"Weiss, what was that about?"
"I... I don't want... just forget this happened..." Weiss hated how tears were threatening to emerge. This went so horribly wrong. Why did she think this was a remotely good idea?
"Weiss."
As she slowly turned to face her girlfriend who would surely become her ex-girlfriend, Weiss looked up and... and...
Pyrrha wasn't mad?
If anything, she looked a little amused. Which was odd. How could she take this in stride?
"Did they put you up to this?" Pyrrha nodded her head in the direction of Blake and Yang, speaking softly so that only Weiss could hear her.
Weiss sniffed. She hastily rubbed her eyes to get the tears out. "Blake showed me... I'm so sorry, I don't know why that came over me, that was just... wrong and I..."
And the next thing she knew, Pyrrha was pulling her in for a hug, deliberately pressing Weiss's head to her bosom. She kept one hand firmly on the back of Weiss's head, and Weiss felt more than heard the soft chuckle rumbling in the tall girl's chest.
"You know, you can always ask," Pyrrha said in such a gentle voice that Weiss couldn't believe it. But that was Pyrrha: impossibly nice to a fault, and a bit of a people pleaser at times.
"You're not... you're not mad?" Weiss asked in a timid voice, glancing up as best she could.
The way Pyrrha looked down at her nearly made her legs turn to jelly. "Why would I be? I'm not one to brag, as you know, but I have to say that you have excellent taste, my darling snowflake."
At that, Weiss's face turned almost as red as Pyrrha's hair. She promptly buried her face completely in Pyrrha's boobs and clung to her back, hoping she just might suffocate in her cleavage. It wasn't enough to cancel out the sound of Yang going "Awww" before letting out another laugh as Blake apparently hit her girlfriend before joining in the laughter at their friend's expense.
"I'm going to kill them both," Weiss mumbled into Pyrrha's chest. She felt another chuckle rumble through the taller girl, a sensation she was starting to crave.
Pyrrha hummed as her girlfriend nuzzled close, stroking her hair as she eyed her friends across the courtyard. "I think I can help with that."