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Yang loves her job, being a stewardess on a private jet is entirely different than when she worked for public airlines. Those days were not fun, having to keep a bright smile and iron restraint from breaking hands that 'accidentally' brushed up against her cleavage.
Working for the Schnee's was much better because, nine times out of ten she was oggled by attractive women. Specifically Weiss Schnee who had slowly, very slowly, warmed up to her, those are her favorite flights.
Yang has a bright smile as Weiss boards the plane, she looks pissed off at who knows what. She's learned it's usually something her father has done, because yeah, she's flown with him and he's a dick. Yang can't imagine living with the man.
"You okay?" Yang asks, she only puts on an air of professionalism when Weiss is with someone else, but today it's just them and the pilot.
"Rough day, get me the usual?" Weiss doesn't stop, moving to the large lounge chair, setting her bag on the desk in front of it, Yang knows she's going to work the whole flight.
She lets out a quiet sigh and heads behind a curtain to the small bar that is fully stocked, mostly with tequila, Willows preferred. But Yang reaches for the single bottle of gin instead, she'll have to tell Klein they need to restock.
Once the drink was made she moves back out to Weiss who, predictably, was typing away on her laptop, a set of glasses perched on her nose that looked absolutely adorable. "Gin and tonic for the lady," Yang says with a wink getting a huff of a laugh from the other. "Anything else you need?"
"No, thank you." Weiss says, taking a sip of the drink, Yang can't understand it, she's always been more of a whiskey person. "Please, sit." She says, gesturing to the chair on the other side of the table.
Yang's brows rose, this was new, they were friendly but Weiss had never invited her to hang out in this part of the plane. "I shouldn't... If your dad finds out..." She trails off, she'd get fired on the spot.
"Unless you plan on telling him he won't know." Weiss says, finally looking away from the screen, adjusting her glasses. Cute. "Besides I know you just sit on the bench back there until I need you. Please stay, be comfortable." And there was almost an undertone of begging, Weiss doesn't want to be alone.
Yang nods once. "Alright." She says moving to sit in the seat and- "Oh fuck these are nice..." Yang groans, sinking further into the leather.
"Have you never sat in them? Even when we aren't here I mean?" Weiss asks, a small tilt to her lips.
"Nah, this gig is way better than public airlines, don't want to do anything to get fired." She says before meeting Weiss' gaze. "And the company isn't so bad either."
Weiss' face flushes slightly, turning back to her computer, but there's no sound of typing. "You're not so bad yourself." She says softly, before setting back to work.
Yang lets out a quiet laugh but lets it be, opting to relax, eyes closing, she'd been exhausted lately so really she couldn't be blamed for falling asleep.
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Yang wakes to a shatter and curse, immediately jumping out of the chair and looking around, no Weiss. She mutters out her own swear before darting behind the curtain, as expected Weiss is there, shattered glass on the ground.
"Weiss, why didn't you-" Yang's eyes widened, the sight of blood dripping down her hand. "Fuck Weiss you're bleeding! Give me your hand." Weiss stares at her for a moment before extending her arm, "This is going to sting a bit, but just hold on." She reaches around the shorter girl, grabbing one of the napkins and wrapping it around her finger. "Alright hold that tight and go sit back down, I'm going to find a first aid kit."
Weiss just nods and disappears out from behind the curtain, it only takes Yang a moment to remember where the first aid is before meeting Weiss back out in the main room. She looked far more upset than she had earlier, it made Yang's gut twist.
"Alright," Yang starts softly, kneeling down in front of Weiss, the table pushed away for the moment. "Let me see your hand." And once again, she silently complies as Yang takes the paper towel off, the cut was small, thankfully. "Alright this is going to hurt a bit." Yang says, before putting antiseptic on it and following it up with a band-aid. "All set, it's small so you won't need stitches or anything."
"Thank you." Weiss says quietly and Yang sits back on her knees, glancing up, she still looks upset.
"What's bugging you Weiss?"
"Nothing." She says defiantly, pushing her glasses up and Yang just levels her with a look. "Fine. My father is threatening to take away my inheritance unless my productivity increases and give it to Whiteley, even though I already have the highest productivity of anyone in my family including my father!" She groans, dropping her head in her hands.
Yang probably should think, but she's always been a woman of action, especially when someone's troubled. So she places a hand on Weiss' leg, over the fabric of her pencil skirt, the girl's eyes raising to hers, slightly wide. "Weiss if I know one thing about you, you're stubborn as hell, you'll get through this." She shoots a smile, "But you won't get anywhere if you work yourself to death, you need to relax okay?"
She watches a blush rush across pale skin, confusion taking over Yang's features until it clicks. Oh. Her words, her hand placement, the fact she's literally on her knees in front of the girl, it doesn't exactly scream innocence. She was halfway to correcting the situation but Weiss spoke up before she could manage.
"What did you have in mind?" It was quiet, but the way the girl was staring at her, pupils blown at a misconception, it was clear what she wanted.
She shouldn't, she could get fired if anyone found out about this, but still... The thought of tasting Weiss, having the girl moaning her name, it sent heat to her core, she really fucking wants to do this.
"Well," Yang starts, eyes carefully watching for anything that says she's crossed a line. "it is my job to help you relax, however you need it." She lets her hand wander a bit higher on her thigh, a sharp breath from the other. "What do you need from me Weiss?" Yang lets her voice dip at the end.
Weiss squirms slightly, that flush falling further down her neck, "You're going to make me say it aren't you?"
"Just want to make sure we're on the same page." Yang says conversationally. "I want to hear you say it, tell me you want me to fuck you."
Yang's lips curl slightly at the way Weiss' breath hitches, "Yang, please, I... Need you to help me relax."
"That's not what I asked." Yang's right hand went to Weiss' other leg, sliding up her thigh, a wicked smirk on her face as she stared up.
"Yang, I need you to fuck me." Weiss says, and there's still desperation, but it's a demand, one Yang is more than happy to comply with.
"See, that wasn't so hard." Yang mutters, moving her hand to the zipper of that damn pencil skirt, Weiss eagerly lifting her hips to help Yang slide it and her underwear to the floor. It would almost certainly get wrinkled, but they can't find the will to care.
"Gods you're perfect," Yang groans at the sight of Weiss absolutely drenched, and she hasn't even been touched yet. "I wish I had the time to absolutely ravage you." Yang says, gripping Weiss' ass to pull her to the edge of the chair.
"W-We have a few hours," Weiss manages, staring down with lidded eyes.
"Oh baby, it would take a lot longer than that." She says it as a threat, a promise, "Maybe one day I'll show you." And Weiss is already whimpering, at her words alone, but Yang's impatient, she wants to taste the heiress now.
Yang leans forward, eyes locked on Weiss' as she licks a broad stroke, both girls groaning. Weiss threads a hand into her hair and she almost pulls away, but Yang finds she doesn't hate it, it drives her further.
"You taste so fucking good," Yang says darkly against her, not giving Weiss time to react before she leans forward lightly sucking her clit. That gets a lovely reaction, a silent gasp as her back arches, hand tightening in her hair. Fucking amazing. But Yang pulls back, tongue giving teasing strokes, ending with a flick to her clit.
"Yang... Please..." Weiss whimpers, pushing her hips forward, searching for more.
"I've got you Weiss." She mutters, hand sneaking up, letting two fingers slowly push into the heiress who let out the most beautiful moan. Yang sets a slow pace, ignoring the pleas and tugs against her hair as she slowly thrusts her fingers forward. "It's kind of amazing to watch you squirm around my fingers like this."
"Yang please-" Weiss gasps as Yang firmly curls her fingers, "Fuck me harder."
That's all Yang wanted, the normally put together heiress swearing because of her. She grinned, fingers picking up speed, curling with each thrust it left Weiss keening, pulling her head closer, hips grinding. Yang leaned forward, tongue running light circles around her clit before sucking.
It was a beautiful sight as Weiss came, a loud moan of Yang's name, back arching and gods she wished she could see the heiress completely naked. Yang didn't stop though, she kept up her ministrations until Weiss collapsed bonelessly, whimpering quietly.
Only then did she pull back, locking eyes with Weiss as she sucked her fingers clean, the girl above her letting out a groan. Yang places gentle kisses down her legs as Weiss' breathing evens out.
"That was... Very good." Weiss says between breaths, making Yang raise a brow.
"Only good huh?" Yang muses, nipping Weiss' thigh, "Guess I'll just have to do better, we do have a few hours after all."
Yang smirks as Weiss' eyes go wide, Yang burying her face forward once again as the heiress whimpers from overstimulation. Weiss gets loud the more she orgasms, but neither can find it in them to care if the pilot hears, merely driving her towards another peak.
Fifteen minutes before they land Yang helps Weiss get dressed, fetching her a bottle of water, before turning back to her with a smirk. "Welcome to the Mile High Club Weiss."