A/N Hey, uh, it's me. I had this chapter partially done just laying around, so I thought I'd complete the cinderruby portion of it to my liking. Idk if this means I'm continuing this story or not, but I just wanted to finish this. It's funny how you change over time to how you view certain ships and whatnot anyway, enjoy this, this is half written by 16-year-old me and the other half (plus editing) by 20-year-old me.

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She paced the classroom in anticipation, her arms crossed over her chest. She checked the clock that hung above the whiteboard, 2:55. Late. Cinder walked back to her desk and took up a pen in her hand and scribbled down the time and date followed by 'Ruby'. She dropped the pen on the desk and opened the bottom right drawer taking out a compact makeup mirror and crimson lipstick. She applied it making sure it was perfect and ran her fingers through her hair and groomed the stray hairs.

"Uh, Miss Fall?" a voice questioned from the door.

The student teacher looked up from the mirror and in an instance, wore her casual smirk.

"This is the second day this week that you've been late Ruby." she tsked, "What am I going to do with you, hm?" Cinder placed her mirror and lipstick back into the drawer and crossed her arms over her small desk and beckoned her over.

"I would appreciate if you didn't do anything... I'm already devoting all this time to you since I lost the bet..." Ruby groaned adjusting her skirt

Cinder's eyes sparkled for a moment before beginning, "Now I need you to dust the bookshelf and organize the books on it by the author's name." She spoke firmly and pointed at the bookcase behind her.

Ruby walked beside the desk her student teacher sat at and frowned looking up at the old, loose bookcase. She sighed and picked up the spray and cloth left on her desk and climbed up a small step ladder placed in front of the shelves.

As Ruby reached her hand high to wipe own the upper shelves, Cinder sat still in her desk with a book in her hands. Of course, she couldn't deny that the sight of the girl stretched upwards was leagues more interesting than the ink of her book. She leaned back in her chair so she was closer and glanced up her legs. At the angle though, to her dismay, the skirt she requested for her to wear still covered her too conservatively for her liking. She frowned at the lack of wardrobe and sat up keeping her eyes on Ruby. She sauntered over and placed a hand on her back. Ruby jumped in shock, yelping and turned around looking down on her superior.

"O-oh! Sorry you startled me, I, uh, zoned out" Cinder stepped back expectantly, and she stepped down from the ladder.

"I think the bookshelf is done for the time being" she tightened the gap between them forcing Ruby to look up at her. She was flushed.

Ruby gulped at the proximity, everything about her was inviting. That delicate smirk, so sure and confident, her skin which appeared smooth and soft, her black mane with every hair in place, even her posture erect but relaxed, and she walked as if she was a panther toward its cubs, or prey, Ruby really didn't know, and her eyes…

"Is there, uh, something else you want me to do?" She cut the eye contact and looked down shyly, it felt too intense when neither looked away. Ruby reasoned it was because Cinder just had fiery eyes, too bright, too engaged from the usual glance between her and someone superior than her. The closest to that kind of intensity was her and Blake, but that was built from years of dedication of friendship and tons of devoted personal time, not like the mere months she had known Cinder. She felt a twinge of fear.

"Yes." Cinder replied too sultry. Ruby snapped her head up and held her breath, "I would like you to-"

A noise erupted from the door.

"Excuse me? Miss Fall?" Blake spoke. The seventeen-year-old stood just inside the classroom, all in her sight was Cinder by the bookshelf, her back turned to her. Cinder placed a firm hand on Ruby's shoulder practically feeling the blood rushing through her and trapping her in place.

"May I help you, Belladonna?" She spoke without turning.

"I, uh, I was wondering if you could help me with some feedback?" She stepped closer to the teacher. Cinder sighed releasing her grip on Ruby's shoulder and turned slightly revealing glimpses of red hair to Blake. Cinder's eyes were bold, staring down the teenager ask if telling her that it was a bad time.

"Of course, I'm always happy to help my students." She feigned completely turning around and walking to Blake, a false smile smeared disappointedly on her face. Ruby was completely revealed to her now and Blake's eyes immediately darted to her. Ruby appeared different to her, something happened but she didn't know what.

"Thank you," Blake spoke bluntly, trying to infer to Ruby she was interrupting her help, "I wanted to know how to better identify inflections with the speaker of this story,"

Ruby felt the cue and promptly left, racing down the hall, when she turned the corner into the staircase she paused, her chest throbbing uncontrollably, and she felt herself softly panting. 'What am I doing?' she realized to herself, she shouldn't have made that bet with the weird feelings she had, but she knew she couldn't easily escape from her superior and now she was trapped. She fell to the floor, a small wave of dust fleeing from her legs. She sat and thought about her feelings. Why was she feeling the way she was? Why was she so scared and excited? She had never felt this extreme of emotions before meeting that woman and now all the sudden she was symptomatic of a hormonal teenager? Yes. Yes that had to be right, it was all just a coincidence, Cinder- Miss Fall wasn't-couldn't have been doing anything wrong don't they swear an oath or something? Yeah probably, that was it, I am just acting crazy, she reasoned.

Satisfied with this conclusion, she stood sliding up the wall for support. She looked at her skirt, pushing down the doubts she had of her condition by anxiously thumbing the soft material. She thought of her friends, who had mild feelings toward other superiors all the time, it was normal, she knew even Jaune thought Miss Fall was cute by the attempts at neater writing on his assignments-no one else helps markin- SHOVE IT DOWN she thought again, she knew Weiss would occasionally help mark freshman assignments-but you mark your classmate's- STOP! She smacked her face and-

"Ruby?" It was Blake.