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Sorry, I kept procrastinating about this - or maybe I was expertly letting time pass since my last sneak peek. Either way, here's a small section of a future story that I think (hope??) you'll all enjoy. Undecided if this will be after Diva or after Diva + a Bumbleby story, but it's in your future!
Weiss is a little...how to describe her...extra? lol She's very extra, and very thirsty, and I love her. Also, she swears quite a bit, so keep that in mind. It's part of her character in this particular story though.
As a little background, this is a mob boss AU - the Schnees are a very wealthy crime family and Ruby's a cop!
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Weiss' night might have started off slowly, but her anticipation grew as the headlights neared. Pretty soon, she could make out the vehicle’s black-and-white paint job, the sturdy metal grill, and the lights fixed to the roof. A smirk picked up her lips when the police car stopped in front of her, but her heart fluttered when Ruby hopped out and jogged over.
As much as she had visually and mentally enjoyed Ruby’s outfit at the restaurant, the patrol uniform suited her exceptionally well. Tightly fit, utilitarian, authoritative…
“I literally just passed a set of guards to get here,” were the first words out of Ruby’s mouth. “How can you possibly be in danger?”
“Well, hello to you too, Officer. Nice to see you again - at my home, of all places.” Weiss flashed a winning smile, but Ruby sighed and set her hands on her hips.
“Where’d you see them?”
“Hm?” Weiss asked before remembering the flimsy story she made up to get Ruby here. “Oh. Inside. Follow me.”
She motioned Ruby after her and headed back to the door, glancing over to see Ruby’s reaction to the impressive courtyard with its columns and arches and the annoying fountains. Ruby’s gaze snapped in every direction though, scanning for threats that weren’t there and not at all enjoying the view.
When Weiss reached for the front door, however, Ruby’s hand shot in front of hers. “Me first,” Ruby ordered before stepping in front of Weiss. She set one hand on the handle, took a deep breath, then opened it and moved through in one fluid motion.
The action presented the perfect opportunity for Weiss to ogle Ruby’s ass in those tight pants, which she took full advantage of, biting her bottom lip and following Ruby into the foyer. Ruby had paused on the other side of the door and now looked around the massive room with wide eyes and a slightly dropped jaw.
“Impressive, isn’t it?” Weiss asked, smirking as she rejoined Ruby.
“That’s one way to put it.”
“What’s another way? Extraordinary? Awe-inspiring?”
“Gaudy.”
Weiss mouthed the word to herself before exhaling.
“Fuck. You have to stop using words like that. You’ll get me all worked up.” Weiss ran her tongue across her lips when Ruby rolled her eyes, but Weiss dropped the humor entirely when Ruby unclipped the strap on her holster. “Nuh uh,” Weiss said, shaking her head. “You walk around here with a gun drawn and you’ll probably get shot.”
Ruby froze, one hand already reaching for her weapon, and gave Weiss a pointed look.
“If someone’s here who would shoot me, shouldn’t I be prepared to shoot them first?”
“You would think.” Ruby’s brow furrowed, so Weiss waved both hands in front of her. “Just…keep it holstered, ok?” Ruby slowly lowered her hand, so Weiss nodded and said, “Good girl.”
Ruby’s brow rose at the term, which slipped out but that Weiss didn’t regret in the slightest. Now that she had gotten Ruby here, the possible entertainment seemed never-ending. Of course, she couldn't resist starting with the most provocative option.
“Follow me,” she said, leading Ruby upstairs. A smile snuck onto her lips at the way Ruby jogged to catch up and position herself slightly in front. Even though Ruby had no idea where she was going, she obviously wanted to lead in some misguided attempt to keep Weiss safe. It was sweet, in a way, but Weiss had other plans right now.
After leading Ruby down the upstairs hallway, Weiss pointed at a set of ornate double doors.
“That’s where I saw them,” she lied. “And now you can draw your weapon.”
Ruby’s pistol practically flew into her hand, and she held out an arm for Weiss to stay put. Of course, Weiss didn’t stay put - she suppressed a smile as she matched Ruby’s cautious, measured pace to the door. She only stopped when Ruby gave her a pointed look that convinced her to raise her hands and wait. She watched with avid interest, however, as Ruby set a hand on the handle and took another deep breath. The next second, Ruby opened the door and flew through with her gun out in front of her.
“Are you kidding me…” she muttered on the other side, her weapon already lowered when Weiss strolled into the room sporting a triumphant grin.
“Well, well, well. Fancy finding you in my bedroom, Officer.”
Ruby’s eyes swept from the well-appointed seating area to the dark mahogany dressing table to the luxurious four-poster bed before landing on Weiss.
“I’m going to ask once - did you call 9-1-1 and pretend you saw an intruder?”
“Of course not,” Weiss replied, scoffing for good measure. “I thought I saw someone, but it must’ve been my imagination. My mom always said I had an overactive one.”
Weiss smiled innocently, but Ruby holstered her weapon, put her head in her hands, and groaned. Then she ran her hands up through her hair, leaving several tufts sticking straight up in a way that shouldn’t look as cute as it did.
“How many times do I have to tell you that the police department isn’t your personal security force?”
“But they’re public servants. Am I not a member of the public?”
Weiss batted her eyes, but Ruby held back whatever she wanted to say. Her gaze flitted around the room again, and Weiss beamed.
“Don’t tell me you’re getting ideas, Officer,” she teased, moving aside so that Ruby couldn't miss the bed with its plush mattress, high-quality linens, and decorative throw pillows.
“I’m on the clock,” Ruby replied through slightly gritted teeth.
“And whose clock is that? Can I buy it from them?”
Weiss smiled at the joke, but Ruby’s silver eyes bored straight through her without an ounce of humor.
“What do you think I’m going to do…throw you on your bed and have my way with you?”
Weiss hadn’t been thinking exactly that, but damn if the image didn’t send a spike of heat straight between her legs. “I mean -” was all she got out before Ruby shook her head and stormed out of the room.
“Ruby, wait,” she called out, hurrying after her.
Fortunately, Ruby stopped in the hall. Weiss wanted to press harder on the previous topic, if only to see where Ruby’s boundaries were, but she also worried that Ruby might leave right then and there. And Ruby just got there; she couldn't leave yet.
“Can I show you something?” Weiss asked instead. “I think you’ll like it.”
Ruby worked her jaw back and forth but eventually motioned, with no small amount of agitation, for Weiss to lead the way. Weiss smiled and headed back downstairs, but her thoughts firmly remained in her bedroom on the hypothetical scenario that she hadn’t realized she wanted quite so badly.
She already knew that she held a certain degree of power over Ruby, but now she wondered if it extended to things like that. She saw no reason why it wouldn't. She could convince Ruby to kiss her if she tried to. Should she try to was the larger question.
Her gaze slipped to Ruby as they returned to the foyer. Ruby’s uniform, laden down as it was by so many items, added a bit of a ruckus to otherwise quiet halls. Ordinarily, the incessant jingles and jangles would annoy her to no end, but the sound was subtly comforting as Ruby blindly followed her toward the back of the mansion.
They would have to go the long way to the shooting range, but Weiss used the detour as a brief tour, of sorts. Based on the way Ruby’s gaze swept from left to right and back again, Ruby capitalized on the opportunity. The family room, living rooms, studies, and closed doors leading to offices all earned her discerning gaze. Then they entered the kitchen, with its polished white marble gleaming under crystal chandeliers, and her eyes widened.
Weiss paused and savored Ruby’s stunned reaction to one of the most impressive rooms in the house. Even though the kitchen was well-used - everyone had to eat, after all - it sparkled as if just cleaned minutes ago. State-of-the-art appliances were thoughtfully placed around the edges of the room. At the far side, an ornate fireplace and elegant dining table waited for the next family meal or gathering. A marble island, large enough to seat ten, served as the kitchen’s focal point. It came complete with a second sink, its own chandelier, plush blue barstools, and an untouched silver tray overflowing with fresh baked goods.
“Wow,” Ruby said so softly that Weiss almost didn’t hear. Noticing Weiss’ glance, however, Ruby cleared her throat and added, “This is impressive.”
“We’re finally seeing eye to eye,” Weiss teased before catching Ruby’s gaze slip to the tray of pastries for a second time. “Want something?” she asked, but Ruby immediately shook her head and backed away.
“No, thanks.”
“You should take something,” Weiss pressed, inching closer to the island. “Only Whitley eats them, but even he can’t eat all of this.”
“Then why are they here?”
“Beats me.” Weiss shrugged and held back a smile when Ruby crept closer. “Someone brings them every morning.”
“But…if you don’t want them, why don’t you figure out who that is and tell them to stop?”
“Why would I do that?”
“Because then you wouldn't waste them?” Ruby motioned with her hands as if trying to convey a complicated thought, but Weiss shrugged and picked a piece of lint off of her shirt.
“I’m sure one of the housekeepers takes the leftovers. Besides, deciding what we do or don’t eat isn’t up to me.” Ruby squinted at the remark, but Weiss grabbed the edge of the tray and pushed it toward her. “Come on, just take one. They aren’t poisoned, promise.”
Ruby glanced at the pile of cookies, muffins, and scones and nearly shook her head. But she stopped herself and, after so much hesitation that Weiss nearly said something, reached for the platter.
“Except that one,” Weiss added when Ruby was just about to touch one, then laughed when Ruby jerked away. “I’m sorry, I’m kidding. Take it.”
“You have the worst sense of humor…” Ruby grumbled while grabbing a chocolate chip cookie.
“I thought it was pretty funny.”
“Of course you did.” Ruby shook her head before taking a bite and, in a single moment that instantly burned itself into Weiss’ memories, moaned. “God…” she added while Weiss’ entire body suddenly felt covered in flames. “This is the best cookie I’ve ever had. It’s like…a cake and brownie and cookie rolled into one.” Ruby took another bite and hummed in delight. “I wish you knew where they came from.”
Weiss wished that she knew a lot of things right now, like if that moan at all approximated the sound Ruby would make in bed, but she gently cleared her throat and said, “You’ll just have to come back for more.” When Ruby snorted and rolled her eyes, Weiss added, “But I’ll try to find out for you.”
Whether or not Ruby believed that, she still hummed and polished off the rest of the cookie in an impressive three bites, then brushed the crumbs off her hands. “‘K,” she said once done. “Was that what you wanted to show me?”
“Of course not,” Weiss huffed. “You were just drooling over them like a hungry dog. Should’ve figured a cop would be distracted by a tray of sweets.”
“You have such a bad view of the police, yet you call us out here to check on you.”
“I called you out here to check on me,” Weiss corrected before smiling and stepping closer to Ruby. “So, how do I look?”
The fire renewed when Ruby’s gaze slipped down Weiss’ outfit, taking in her revealing top, skimpy skirt, and high heels before returning to her eyes.
“Unharmed.”
Weiss blew a heavy breath through her lips before pouting. “You’re no fun, you know that?”
“So I’ve been told. Only by you though.”
“That must make me special,” Weiss concluded before sending a pointed glance to the tray. “Do you want to take another with you?”
Ruby considered it so seriously that Weiss nearly laughed. Clearly, Ruby wanted another one of the ‘best’ cookies she had ever had, and Weiss wanted to hear that moan again.
“Oh, just take one, will you.” Tired of waiting, Weiss plucked another chocolate chip cookie from the tray and pressed it into Ruby’s hand. Their fingers brushed in the process, soft skin on soft skin, before Weiss pulled away and smirked. “Now, come on. I’ll show you what I actually wanted to show you.”
Weiss flipped her hair over her shoulder and left the kitchen, though she glanced back and smiled when she discovered Ruby already eating the second cookie. A cop eating a cookie was somehow cuter than a cop eating a donut. Or maybe it was just cute that Ruby thought she could decline when they both knew she wanted it.