A/N: Okay so it's been a while... I'm sorry guys. Life has been super busy and I've just not been fitting any writing into it lately. To those of you who are still following this story and especially those of you who have reviewed and been super encouraging thank you.

I guess I should do a sort of 'What happened last time' thing since it's been 8 months or something since I updated. So I left you guys in the middle of a dinner party full of rich heirs that Weiss' father had organised and there's plenty of familiar, and some unsavoury, characters who are attending. Yang has somehow managed to get an invite due to Qrow knowing Weiss' father and uh that's pretty much it?

Anyway I really hope you enjoy this and I hope to be back again soon with more- also please review with anything you think when you read this really- good, bad, whatever, it's nice to hear from all of you.

IF YOU'VE BEEN WITH ME FOR A LONG TIME I'M SORRY BUT ALSO I HOPE YOU LOVE THESE DORKS AS MUCH AS I DO AND WILL CONTINUE TO READ THIS FIC.

[PS: Thomas-chan this one's for you!]

Weiss found it was easier to fake smiles for others when sitting not far away was the one person who made her smile most.

The clinking of cutlery and mumbles of broken conversation filled the wide dining room and if it wasn't for all the company Weiss may have been able to enjoy the delicious food.

She was also suspicious about the glares the twins were sending Yang even though they were seated particularly far away from each other, but she didn't have a chance to dwell on it.

"And I was going two-hundred miles on the interstate when I thought I saw a cop car," that Winchester boy was attempting to impress her with his ridiculous babbling and Weiss wondered why his charm failed on her yet Yang need only give her a glance and her knees began to feel weak. "I mean I was driving a car made to go fast, surely it's a crime to go at such a low speed limit. Anyway I paid the sad man off; it was barely spare change but enough for him to leave me alone."

"An awful failure in our justice system," Weiss stated, looking across from her, "wouldn't you agree Miss. Xiao Long?"

"Yeah, I could hardly allow that if I was his superior."

"What do you mean?" Cardin asked, his small eyes squinting in his confusion.

"I am a close friend of Vale's chief of police and his understudy," Yang supplied, a smirk on her face that Weiss wanted to kiss away; she was glad for the mahogany table between them to prevent her affections from becoming obvious.

"Right." Cardin paled and puffed his chest out. "You aren't heir to a business then?"

"No, but I think all businesses should work with the law and not against us."

"I agree," Weiss weighed in, placing her spoon delicately into her mouth.

"What do you mean by that?" Cardin asked, addressing Yang directly.

"I mean that both law enforcement and business are important parts of our society. It makes sense for us to be on the same side."

Cardin was glaring now and Yang appeared to only get happier the more she provoked him.

"Here, here," Weiss' father broke into their staring match as he nodded along and then took a sip of his wine, "what is a good company if it cannot abide by the law?"

Weiss tried to contain the little spark of hope that began at his words.

"Well said Mr. Schnee," yang nodded his way and Weiss' gut did flips.

"If we had to stoop to the level of criminals we may as well join one of the gangs in the downtown area!" He pushed a hand through his hair. "Well, what say you to them? How would you tackle the growing gang culture in Vale?" The others at the table quieted down to listen in on their conversation.

"The root of the problem is poverty and a lack of education and opportunities."

"You believe we rich should throw our money at them?"

"Of course not." Weiss listened intently to Yang's aiming to appease her hypocritical father. "Give them money and they can spend it on drugs and weapons. They need chances to prove that they are good enough workers to get jobs. I'd probably set up some centres with free classes and interviews with employers."

His green eyes scrutinised her face for a moment before he turned to Cardin. "What do you think, boy?"

"I think they don't deserve our help or money when they are violent thieves, sir."

Yang rounded a sharp glare on him. "They steal because they are born with no choice."

"And where will the funds come from to help these criminals?" Cardin leaned across the table towards her, a leer on his ugly features. "From our pockets!"

"Don't act like you earned any of your money!" Yang furiously retorted, standing up from her seat. "These people aren't born with their pockets being lined by their daddy's cash!"

"If they've stolen before, they'll steal again: I don't trust any of them!" Cardin also pushed his chair back and stood to tower before the group.

The sudden silence was tense and had Weiss holding her breath until her father let out a loud barking laugh. "It's great to see the younger generation so passionate about politics isn't it dear?"

"Of course," Weiss' mother replied, her eyes rolling in a wide arc.

"Please, do sit back down. I'd prefer if you fought after dinner, and outside." He gestured with his hands for them to sit and, both still breathing heavily, they resumed their seats. "Now, I think we'll have a break between courses. Please feel free to roam about this floor of the house as you please. We will have dessert in half an hour."

Weiss thanked the hired help that removed her plate and gave Yang a look that implied they were to find somewhere to discuss that dinner debacle immediately.

And she wasn't at all surprised when she heard shoes against the laminate flooring of one deserted sitting room behind her.

"And just what was th-" Weiss halted her lecture when she realised that Yang was not the person who had joined her. "Hello again, the Malachite's wasn't it?"

"Yeah but that doesn't matter," the one clothed in white stated with an air of disinterest in her tone, possibly faked but Weiss couldn't be sure. "What are you doing with Yang Xiao Long?"

Weiss was glad that she had not yet flicked the switch to illuminate the room, leaving them in the dim glow of the hallway, and she knew that her blushing face was not entirely obvious. "What do you mean?"

"I don't know how she's fooled your father but she only ever caused trouble for us."

"You know her? What do you mean?"

Weiss wasn't given an answer however as the half open door behind them was shoved open and Yang burst into the room, out of breath and red-faced.

"Weiss… please tell me I can kick that Cardin guy's ass." Her eyes searched through the gloom to spot the twins. "Oh… uh hey?

"Hello Yang."

"Fancy uh… seeing- seeing you here." Yang let out a strained laugh and swallowed loudly, closing and then leaning back against the door.

"Care to explain?" Weiss asked as she rested her hands on her hips and tapped her left foot against the wood floor.

"This is err… Mel and Millie."

Waiting no longer to be poorly introduced Mel stepped up to Yang. "Why are you even here?"

"I could easily ask you the same thing," Yang stated, no obvious viciousness in her tone like that of Mel's.

"Our parents are successful businesspeople." It was Millie's turn to approach the red-faced brawler.

"Wait you- you own Junior's?"

Mel smirked at Yang's obliviousness and Weiss was entirely uncertain how to react to this curious exchange. "Along with multiple other clubs; Junior is teaching us how to run an establishment like his- something our parents think is important."

"Ah…" Yang seemed to have a moment of clarity. "So that's why you got pissed when I got you in trouble with Junior…"

Yang was jolted forward as the door was pushed open again and low giggles filtered through from the hallway and garnered the attention of the four in the room.

A short woman, Neo if Weiss recalled correctly, stepped in first and her hand was clearly linked in another's.

"There shouldn't be anyone to disturb us here…" Winter trailed off when she froze in the doorway and caught the curious gazes being sent their way. "Ah. I think we've walked in on something."

"Yes you have," Weiss clipped, her glare turning to her sister.

"You ladies enjoy your… rendezvous, and we'll just be going somewhere else then." Winter merely smirked before Neo led her out of the room.

"Wow. Your sister works fast," Yang noted with no small amount of admiration in her tone.

Mel coughed for everyone's attention. "We'll being seeing you soon Yang. Come on Mil; they aren't worth our time."

"Uh. Bye?" Yang weakly answered as she watched the two twins saunter away and then winced when she came face to face with her obviously furious girlfriend.

"You have a lot of explaining to do Yang Xiao Long!"

"Yeah…" Yang let out a pitiful laugh and rubbed at the back of her neck. "They're just a couple of people from my past. I wasn't- I mean I kinda used them and they have a right to be angry."

"In what way did you 'use them'?" Weiss stepped closer and watched Yang's shuffling feet.

"They had a club that I wanted to box at." Weiss nodded for her to continue. "So I flirted a little and managed to get a few fights until I was a regular." Se cleared her throat. "I never technically promised them any commitment or that I would behave myself, and I kinda got a little… big-headed with all the wins and attention I was getting. So they said that I'd used them and well you know how honest I usually am so I said 'so what?' and we had a fight."

"You had 'a fight'? That was it?"

"Well it was- they're both very good at martial arts so it was a physical fight and I ended up taking out nearly all of the staff in the bar."

Weiss let out a sigh. "You idiot."

"Yeah," Yang replied, swallowing thickly as she dared to take a step closer.

"We should probably get back," Weiss numbly let out, focusing her eyes on the yellow light that spilled through the cracks where the door met the frame; anywhere but Yang's eyes. "Wait for a while before following me out or people will be suspicious."

"Uh…" Weiss didn't like the falter in Yang's usually so certain voice. "Sure. Of course."

"Good." Weiss marched towards the exit, hearing large feet clattering against the laminate flooring behind her.

"Weiss! Wait! Just- are you okay?"

"Yes." She didn't turn around to face Yang. "I'm fine."

"Well you sure as hell don't sound it."

"We can talk about this later," Weiss snapped, her hand on the door handle. "People will talk if we're gone for much longer."

"You sure that's it?" The concern and hint of frustration in Yang's tone was obvious. "You're not upset? Pissed off?"

Weiss wheeled around and faced Yang, who flinched at the sudden reaction. "Yes Yang. Well done." She glared up at wide lilac eyes before tilting her head and sending her a saccharine smile that revealed her sarcasm. "I am in fact 'upset' and 'pissed off'."

"Well instead of being stubborn and ignoring me why don't ya just tell me the problem so I can help you or-or at least do something?"

"It's," Weiss appeared to be retaliating before she deflated and cast her gaze at the floor, all previous fire leaving her voice. "It's just that every time I think we could make this work- telling my father about you- I get reminded as to why he'd never accept his perfect," She spat the word out like it tasted foul on her tongue, "heiress dating you."

"Weiss." Yang paused until Weiss' head shot up to catch her gaze. "Do you like being with me?"

"Yes. Of course I do."

"Do you think I'm worthy of you?"

"Yang…" Weiss took Yang's bandaged knuckles into her hands, remembering only last night when she tended to Yang's wounds. "It isn't a question of being 'worthy' of me. No matter what I may sometimes imply I'm not better than you and you're certainly not competing with anyone for me."

"Yeah, I am really hot." Yang smirked down at their hands.

"You know I didn't mean that you're just good-looking, Yang. I know that you're more than your looks and you should too."

"Then does it really matter what your dad thinks or says?"

"I…" Weiss met Yang's eyes and she felt, for the first time, like they could get through this no matter what was thrown at them. "You're right. I need to stop just living the life I think he wants me to."

"Damn right. Now let's go back and enjoy dessert- I bet it's gonna taste just as mind blowing as the rest was."

"My father did hire chefs specifically for the event," Weiss stated, turning to exit the room. "I'll see you back in there."

"Sure thing Miss. Schnee." Yang blew her a kiss and leaned against a nearby armchair.

When she resumed her place at the table a few minutes later Cardin was still glaring at her but she shrugged him off and began shovelling as much of the sweet desert into her mouth as she could without drawing attention to her poor table manners.

That was when Mr. Schnee looked across at Weiss. "Have you seen your sister?" Sure enough Yang and Weiss noticed that Winter and Neo's places at the table were still vacant.

There was a distant but obvious thud from upstairs that wouldn't have been heard if the guests hadn't quietened down to listen to Mr. Schnee's question.

"I think she may have been feeling ill," Weiss tried.

Her father wiped his clean-shaven face with a napkin and scraped his chair back. "If everyone would just excuse me for a moment. Please, continue as before."

Low murmurs broke out as he strode purposefully toward the stairs and before long Weiss leaped up to follow him, searching her whirring mind for a way to stop him.

"Father-" It was too late.

He had reached the door to Winter's room, through which low giggles could be heard, and he threw it open.

Weiss raced behind him until she stopped just behind his frozen form as he stood, taking in the scene before them.

Weiss' eyes widened in shock when she saw Winter and Neo on Winter's wide bed, sat in front of… Winter's laptop?

"What are you doing?" Mr. Schnee asked the question Weiss also wanted answering.

"Oh hey," Winter calmly began, "she's a fan so I was showing her my latest draft of the next book."

Red and panting slightly from his fast pace their father took a moment to find his reply. "I… see. This is not appropriate for a formal dinner party of which you promised to attend, Winter."

"Okay," she answered with a typically Winter-like nonchalance. "We'll be down in a minute then."

"Good." He coughed once, nodded his head and returned downstairs, but Weiss wasn't as easily fooled.

"Winter…"

"Yes dear sister?"

"Your hair wasn't in a bun earlier; it was a normal short ponytail."

"Well observed." Winter let out a low laugh. "I was also wearing underwear earlier too…"

Weiss flicked her eyes to Neo, who had a smug, suggestive grin and then revealed the pink pair of panties that had been stuffed into her pocket.

The blush that covered Weiss' face was a shocking red and she turned to flee the scene only to walk straight into yang's chest.

"What's up?" Yang asked, her arms naturally coming to rest around Weiss' back.

"Hey Yang," Winter greeted.

"She's being embarrassing again," Weiss whined into Yang's collarbone.

"That's what big sisters are for." Yang grinned at Winter over Weiss' head and then stepped out into the hallway, leaving Winter and Neo alone.

"They managed to do it when the house is full of people but we always get walked in on," Weiss complained as soon as Winter's bedroom door was shut behind them. "Wait, how did you get away without anyone noticing?"

"We finished eating and were told we could chat a bit longer or leave whenever so I snuck away."

"I'm surprised Cardin hasn't challenged you to a duel or fight to the death or whatever it is these days."

"Ha." Yang took a step back to hold Weiss' hands in her own. "He wishes he could take me on but he isn't quite that stupid."

"Well good for him because I'd ruin his business if he ever laid a hand on you," Weiss promised with an insight into the terrifying businesswoman she could become.

"Remind me to never get on your wrong side again."

"Schnee's aren't known for being forgiving, I suppose," Weiss replied, tilting her head to the side.

"Are you saying you could stay mad at this cute face?" Yang leaned closer and put on her best smile.

A voice cut into their moment. "Are you girls still an item then?"

"Mother!" Weiss exclaimed as her whole body leaped up and she ripped her hands out of Yang's to place them on her own rapidly beating chest.

Yang realised where Weiss got her trademark smirk from as Mrs. Schnee waltzed up the hallway towards them. "That was an interesting interaction you had with my husband, Yang."

"…Yeah. I uh I wasn't sure- he's a hard man to read."

"He always has been," she replied. "There's a real art to figuring out just what he's truly thinking."

"Uh huh."

"He's not quite as terrifying as you all seem to think though…" she replied with an air of mystery as she continued down the hallway.

"He's like ten times more terrifying," Winter snickered at she leant against the doorframe and drew the attention of the younger couple.

"Oh shut up!" Weiss replied before dragging Yang further down the corridor.

"Well someone's in a hurry," Yang joked lightly as the pressure on her hand increased and she was yanked into Weiss' bedroom.

They burst into Weiss' room and before Yang could ask about the dizzying speed they were travelling at she was being guided towards the large bed, the backs of her knees hitting it as she was brusquely shoved on top of the soft comforter.

Weiss hurriedly shut the door before approaching the bed, giving Yang the chance to reach out and yank her onto the mattress.

"Yang!" Weiss exclaimed as they rolled across the bed, resting side by side as they faced each other.

"Yes?" Yang grinned and reached out to tuck a stray strand of ivory hair behind Weiss' reddening ear.

"Humph." Weiss crossed her arms tightly and avoided the intense lilac gaze being sent her way.

"Awww baby, what's up? You just practically threw me onto your bed now you're gonna ignore me?" Yang pouted and tried to wiggle into Weiss' line of vision.

"You didn't have to wrestle me on here."

"I didn't?" Yang smirked. "You wanna do some wrestling with less clothes on?"

"…"

Yang waggled her eyebrows until Weiss let out a sigh.

"Yes. Yes I do okay?"

"Oh." Yang seemed shocked momentarily. "Oh right! Well that can be arranged."

Weiss rolled closer and kissed the smug grin off of Yang's face, cupping a bruised cheek with her gentle hand as she felt her body be pulled closer.

She straddled Yang's middle and pushed the shoulders that raised up towards her down against the bed as she began fumbling with the buttons of Yang's jacket and shirt. Unsatisfied with her progress she leaned down to roughly press her lips against Yang's, biting and slowly tugging Yang's bottom lip as she pulled away, eliciting a low gasp from beneath her.

Weiss returned to her task of unbuttoning Yang's shirt and when immediate success was not had she let out a growl, hearing Yang's laugh in response to her impatience.

"Allow me," Yang said, a smirk adorning her flushed features.

She slowly fingered the buttons on her shirt one by one, maintaining eye contact with an increasingly agitated Weiss, who appeared to be close to simply ripping the shirt off Yang's torso.

And then, finally, Yang was beneath Weiss and wearing nothing but a yellow bra on her top half.

Yang sat up and moved her attentions to the zip at the back of Weiss' dress, pausing a moment with a questioning look before proceeding after Weiss' eager nod for her to continue.

Weiss inhaled sharply when she felt calloused, warm hands skate across her back, down her shoulder blades, and lower.

She moved to stand by the edge of the bed and shrugged the dress off her shoulders, down her frame, to pool at her feet.

"Don't get drool on my bedsheets," Weiss teased as she stepped out of the dress and approached the bed again, watching Yang's wide eyes take her in.

"You make it hard not to," Yang replied as she opened her arms and pulled Weiss onto her lap, already pressing kisses to the exposed skin at her collarbones.

Weiss breathed heavily as she felt a stirring begin in the pit of her stomach and settle between her legs at the increasingly frantic kisses and touches from Yang.

She'd been waiting for this.

And the anticipation only added to her excitement as she revelled in the sighs she elicited from Yang's busy mouth.

After all her planning and thought out preparation, those hours spent on google reading articles on how to please a woman, Weiss found that it seemed natural, easy even, to guide Yang's hand to where she wanted it and let her know she was definitely ready.

"So… uh I mean you sounded like you were enjoying yourself but I wanted to check?" Yang ventured, still breathing heavily and with a becoming rosy hue to her cheeks.

"Yes." Weiss let out a breathless laugh and snuggled herself in tighter against Yang's side. "I mean sex isn't as much of a big deal as everyone makes it out to be but that was certainly fun."

"Ten out of ten, would recommend?"

"Hmmm… probably nine out of ten."

Yang gasped sharply and placed her free hand, that wasn't holding Weiss to her side, against her forehead. "You wound me!"

"It was great but I believe we could do better," Weiss said as she sent a devilish smirk up at a shocked Yang.

"My goodness- are you flirting with me?"

Weiss pulled a face that exuded angelic innocence. "I'm just saying we should practice. They say 'practice makes perfect' for a reason Yang."

"I'd have to agree with you there."

Weiss wiggled a little and craned her neck round to look at the floor.

"What is it?" Yang asked. "Are you uncomfortable?"

"No… I just don't like leaving clothes strewn across my floor. It's a slovenly habit," Weiss answered as she glared at the offending articles.

"Well I'll be sure to neatly fold and put away the clothes I remove from you in the future."

The room was dimly lit, curtains closed and letting through streaks of mid-morning sunshine through a few gaps.

The group were huddled together on pieces of furniture, discussing plans in hurried voices. "Maybe we should get a board out to write ideas on, you know like an idea bored thingy?"

"Mmmm yes! A fantastic idea." Taiyang let out a fiendish cackle, some sort of homage to Shakespeare's three witches.

Before long a huge board was constructed, reminiscent of those used by detectives in murder investigations, and Taiyang was scribbling 'YANGS BIRTHDAY' across it as his two daughters yelled ideas at him.

"Fireworks!" Ruby exclaimed.

"Those flame machines you see on TV by the front door!" Yang made a motion with her hand to represent a flame jet heading upwards.

"Cookies!"

"Pizza!"

"Puppies to cuddle!"

"My darlings please slow down." Taiyang was still frantically scrawling across the board. "Fog machines are a given right?"

"Of course," Yang affirmed. "Who can we get in to be the DJ?"

"I nominate…" Taiyang paused dramatically, "myself!"

"No."

"What, am I not cool enough? Not hip anymore? I know some great- what do they say? Some... banging tunes? Some sick-ass beats? Anyway I could totally DJ at your party Yang."

"What you just said has proven otherwise. I'll get someone to do it okay?"

"Alright. I'm sure your friends wouldn't want to be deprived of 'Taiyang: super dad by day; super DJ by night' but it's your decision… and your loss," he added under his breath.

"I'm sure I'll live," Yang quipped. "Right. Now for the guest list."

"Oh!" Ruby jumped up from her seat on the couch. "Can I invite Penny?"

"Sure sis."

"What about Jaune?"

"I don't know, he's a bit of an idiot but I guess the more the merrier."

"Can I invite some friends?" Taiyang asked.

"I suppose but I don't want too many old people."

"I'm not old!" He protested. "In fact a young lady came into the store last week and said I didn't look a day over thirty." He smirked and folded his arms, accidentally scraping the marker pen he had been using to write against his shirt in the process.

"Dad-"

"No! I won't hear it. I'm telling the truth- she really said that to me."

"Dad you've just drawn all ove-"

"Now would an old person do this?" He continued to ignore Yang and proceeded to attempt some sort of headstand that resulted in his foot smacking against the coffee table. "Oh fu-fudging heck. That really hurts!" He yelled as he began hopping around the living room.

"Do I have to take you to the hospital again?" Yang asked.

"No." He winced. "I'll just walk it off…" he said as he hobbled into the other room.

"Okay Ruby any other ideas?" Yang spoke quickly before Ruby could reply, "that don't involve creating remote control death robots to put in an arena and make fight to the death."

"Oh. No then, I guess not."

A/N: See the classy fade to black I did there? Basically I didn't feel like writing smut yet and tbh I wanted to focus on the story- there's some good freezerburn smut out there if you really wanna find some and I'm definitely not saying I'll never write any for this fic but I'll let you know.

How do you think Yang handled the dinner party? Any of you guys have some funny first time experiences? (you know what I mean *wink* unless you're underage- if you a fetus then keep things safe for work) Do any of you want an invite to Yang's birthday? I have a feeling it may be one hell of a party but you'll all have to wait and see...

As always I will update when I have stuff written and please review- IM ALWAYS A SLUT FOR REVIEWS