The feel of a pair of arms around my waist and a scent cascading over me is enough to make even the worse nightmares stop. It wasn't like just some random person's arms though, no they were her arms. My beautiful white haired wife.
Even though we were married a week ago we still haven't done much, you know, things. I'm still pretty childish, but Weiss is my one and only, and if holding her hand makes me feel like it's impossible to breathe then how is... sex supposed to make me feel.
My thoughts run wild with her constantly in them. If it weren't for that bastard, whatever his name may be Weiss wouldn't be so broken. I let her choose the pace we go because even though I almost died, I wasn't the one who was sexually assaulted. Weiss seemed to stir a bit only to bury her head farther into my neck. Slowly I eased myself so I was facing her body, and cuddling her.
When we used to call her ice queen we weren't kidding she was so much colder than I was. Her face was even deeper into my neck, her lips on my bare skin. I looked at her in her baby blue night gown, and me in my fuzzy pants and sports bra. Her body barely covered from the cold, I spread our blanket on her, she mumbled and incoherent thank you, before falling once again, while I am into a restless night of thinking.
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When our late Flowers Bloom~ White Rose and The Bumble Bee series
FanfictionSo this is kinda the continuation of the White Rose and the Bumble Bee. I isn't based off the current season of RWBY I am kinda just making my own plot at this rate. I own none of the rights of the character's I merely own the plot. Thank you my fol...
