Butterflies

What is this feeling?

It was so fucking annoying. 

Yang didn’t know what this feeling was. Had she done too many sit-ups at the gym yesterday? No, it couldn’t be. Her stomach had been bothering her for weeks. She hadn’t the slightest clue…

But apparently Blake did, and she thought Weiss could help with it, for whatever reason. She’d shoved the heiress into the room and dragged Ruby out into the hallway with her before closing the door, leaving Yang wide-eyed where she lie on her bed, and Weiss just as baffled having been thrust into the room.

"Why I never!" the heiress snapped. "What’s gotten into her, pushing me like that?"

"Haha, beats me…" Yang chuckled half-heartedly. 

Her stomach was suddenly hurting a lot more now. 

Weiss turned her blue eyes back to Yang, narrowed but slightly concerned.

"Well whatever," she grunted. "What’s this about your stomach hurting?" she asked, making her way over to the bunks and looking up at the blonde.

Yang stiffened. “I never said… it hurt or anything…”

"Oh come now!" Weiss huffed. "What kind of idiot do you take me for? Do you mean to tell me you thought I hadn’t noticed? Make room."

"…What?"

"I said make room! I’m coming up there!" 

Yang almost fell off the bed. She scrambled, her stomach clenching uncomfortably as she had no choice but to move aside as Weiss reached up over the edge of the bunk and hauled herself over. She was still for a moment, making sure the bed didn’t sway before relaxing more.

She inched closer to Yang, quickly noticing just how flushed her teammate was.

"Come here," Weiss muttered, beckoning her forward.

Yang gulped and complied. She felt a cool hand press against her forehead and she shuddered, but in a pleasant way. Weiss hummed to herself for a moment before pulling back.

"You don’t seem to have a fever, but then again it’s hard to tell with you," she diagnosed. "You should sleep," she decided. She pushed Yang’s shoulder gently, having her lay back down and rest her head on her pillow. Yang didn’t have many other options other than to listen to her.

"I’ll try…" 

"I’ll help," Weiss offered. "Relax, you oaf. You’re so tense.” 

Yang felt like a rabbit with her belly exposed to a snowy owl. And god her stomach hurt. It hurt so much. She might just die from the pain right now-

And then there was a gentle hand over her shirt, rubbing gently, softly. 

Yang gasped a little, her eyes flying to meet Weiss’, but the heiress was calm.

"Don’t be so stiff," she reiterated. "You won’t help yourself. Just close your eyes and breathe."

Easier said than done. Yang’s heart was pumping a mile a minute, and her stomach was flipping over double time.

But she took the girl’s advice and let her eyelids fall shut, taking a deep breath. 

She focused on Weiss’ touch, cool and yet also somehow warm. There was one hand tracing calming circles on her stomach and the other was playing with her bangs. Yang sighed, feeling her lips smile.

"Weiss…"

"Hush. Get some rest."

Weiss continued her motions, even being so generous as to let out a small hum, a lullaby of sorts. It wasn’t long before she sensed a change in Yang’s tense form as it melted away. The blonde’s breathing deepened and slowed.

Yang’s stomach sure as hell didn’t hurt anymore. She was in heaven, her body disconnected from her mind. Just before she lost consciousness, a small mumbled escaped her lips without a care in the world.

"Mm I love you…"

Weiss’ eyes went wide, but only for a second. She felt Yang slip under the blanket of slumber, and Weiss decided it wouldn’t hurt to lay down beside her for a while, holding onto her softly. She leaned up to kiss Yang’s cheek.

"The feeling’s mutual, you oaf."