Weiss hesitated.
The warmth in her hand hadn't faded, and neither had the impulse that had pushed her to kiss Magnus without thinking. But the idea of taking things further during the ride made her stop and think.
Even if the windows are tinted... what if the driver hears us?
That was her rational side speaking, but underneath it, something else was making her breathe harder, her body tensing just a little. She could feel it, and when her eyes flicked to Asher's, she knew he could see what was going on in her head.
His hand on her waist slid down, moving to slip off her coat.
His other hand crept up against her stomach. Weiss let out a breath, so soft it was barely there, as her coat slipped to the cabin floor. Her cloak followed, and Asher tossed it behind him like it was nothing.
"I'm going to take your silence as a yes," Asher muttered, his voice teasing as he shifted her gently, pressing her down onto the seat, back first. Her legs were just open enough for him to settle between them. His right hand, which had undone her coat, glided over her thigh, squeezing gently.
At the same time, his lips came down—not on hers, but on the exposed skin of her collarbone.
The second Weiss felt it, she let out a soft moan.
"Auh..."
Asher didn't stop. His left hand moved up, tugging at Weiss's top and exposing more of her to the warm air in the car.
"Y-You're going to break the buttons," Weiss said, her face turning red as she felt him pulling at her clothes.
Asher pulled away from her collarbone for a moment.
"Then you'd better unbutton them quick, then." His answer caught her off guard, her breath catching for a second. But then, her hands moved. One by one, she started undoing the buttons on her top. With each pop, the fabric opened further, showing her flushed skin and her bra.
Asher helped her halfway through, and soon her top was rolled down to her waist.
Her chest rose and fell quickly as she realized Asher was just staring, taking in every inch of her.
"Don't stare," Weiss muttered, but there wasn't much strength behind it.
Asher laughed.
"Can you blame me?"
His left hand slid across her toned stomach, then up to one of her breasts. His fingers slipped under her bra and flicked her nipple, already hard. Weiss hated how something that small made her back arch a little and her breath catch.
"Last time I saw you like this, it was dark. Now I actually get to admire you," Asher teased.
Weiss looked like she wanted to say something back, but barely managed to open her mouth before Asher leaned down to kiss her again. One of his hands stayed on her thigh, keeping her in place, while the other teased her chest. Whatever resistance she had left seemed to melt away as their kiss deepened.
Weiss grabbed Asher's shirt, pulling him closer. Their mouths and tongues moved together, the sound filling the small space.
"Hu!" Weiss gasped as Asher's hand left her chest, tracing the edge of her underwear and sliding under the waistband of her skirt. The fabric was already wet, clinging to her and outlining her slit. The way his hand moved, close but not quite touching, made her body squirm.
"For someone who was so nervous, you gave in pretty fast," Asher whispered in her ear, making Weiss narrow her eyes, holding back another moan.
"I... can't help it," she managed, her words coming out soft and breathless.
"Hm? Can't help what?" Asher asked, pausing his movements. Then, with a smooth motion, he slid her panties aside and slipped two fingers inside her. He could feel her tighten around him, his fingers already slick as he moved them, remembering exactly where she was most sensitive.
"Oh..." Weiss's voice faded as she stared up at the ceiling, feeling Asher's fingers working against her folds. When she glanced down just enough to catch his face, she saw the smile on his lips, his eyes locked on her, all his focus on her. She loved it when he looked at her like that, giving her his full attention.
But even in the heat of the moment, she couldn't help thinking:
He's always the one in control...
She really hadn't been lying; she couldn't help herself. He knew every one of her weak spots, his fingers curling and brushing against her in ways that made her whole body tense up. The feeling was overwhelming, knowing she could just let go and he would take care of everything, leaving her lost in pleasure.
But this time, something in her resisted. Instead of sinking into that feeling, her hands pressed against Asher's chest, making him pause and glance down at her.
"Hm, what's wrong?"
Weiss didn't answer right away. She sat up, then pushed Asher back until he was sitting upright.
"You always take the lead," Weiss said, her voice low as she slid down onto her stomach, her hands already moving to his waistband. Without another word, she undid his belt, the buckle clicking loudly in the quiet car.
Other than the hum of the engine and the occasional bump in the road, the silence made every sound seem extra loud.
She pulled his pants and underwear down together, and his length sprang free. After what he'd done to her, it was no surprise he was already hard. Looking at him from her position, her head between his legs, she hesitated for just a moment.
Then she reached out, wrapping her hand around his shaft and stroking him. With him so close, she could feel the heat, the way he throbbed, and the scent that filled her senses.
Biting her bottom lip, Weiss muttered, "You're always teasing me when we do this... now it's my turn."
"You say that like you don't like it when I tease you," Asher replied, his eyes half-lidded as she tightened her grip around him.
"Shut up," she mumbled. Sticking out her tongue, she slowly ran it up from the base of his cock, not breaking eye contact. Asher grumbled something under his breath, but his voice caught the moment he felt her tongue on him.
That reaction was all the encouragement Weiss needed.
She picked up the pace, her hand and tongue moving together, shifting Asher's length so she could cover every angle. Sometimes she pressed her lips against him, forming a seal as she tasted him.
Eventually, she reached the head, taking it into her mouth until it disappeared into the warmth of her throat, then another few inches more. Even though she was still figuring things out, Weiss's tongue kept moving, circling his cock even as she swallowed him. She only stopped when she reached her limit, Asher feeling himself press against the back of her throat.
A muffled sound escaped her, prompting Asher to say, "You don't have to force it if you can't-"
He didn't finish, because suddenly Weiss took him all the way to the base.
"Aah... You—are you using your aura?" Asher asked, disbelief clear in his voice as he looked down and saw his whole length disappear into Weiss's mouth. Whether it was the sudden force or the way her gag reflex seemed to vanish, Asher was almost sure she was channeling her aura.
He hadn't even known aura could do something like that.
"Weiss..." Her name left Asher's lips in a tone she'd never heard from him before. She paused, looking up to see him with his head tipped back, his face lost in the feeling.
That's when she felt his hand slip into her hair.
"Keep going," he told her, his voice steady but not forceful. The way he held her guided her more than anything else, and she listened. Her head started moving again, bobbing up and down even faster. She could hear the sounds in her own ears—her throat working, the quiet sucking whenever her lips left Asher's shaft.
With her head down and Asher barely keeping it together, he didn't see the look on Weiss's face, like she couldn't believe what she was hearing from herself.
Am I really making those noises?
It felt unreal, but there was no denying it, and as Asher's hand tightened in her hair—a sure sign he was close—she knew the truth: she was more aroused than she'd ever been before.
"Weiss..." The way he said her name now was a warning, his hand relaxing so she could pull away if she wanted. But she didn't. She leaned in, falling into a steady rhythm, her mouth working like she was determined to draw everything out of him.
"Fuck." It might've been the first time she'd ever heard Asher curse, but she barely had time to process it. His hand pressed on her head as he came, hot liquid filling her mouth and sliding down her throat. Unsure what else to do, Weiss just swallowed.
It tastes weird...
Not exactly bad, but not like anything she'd tasted before. When Asher's hand finally dropped away, he let out a long breath. Weiss pulled back, catching her own breath and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as she sat up.
"You know, if that was your first time, you might be a natural," Asher said, his voice a little rough. Both of them were sweating now, the cabin thick with heat and the scent of sex.
Weiss glanced over and let out a small laugh.
"I don't think that's the compliment you think it is."
Asher raised a brow, smirking. "Oh? What, the Schnee heiress can't take a compliment about her 'intimacy' skills?"
"Hm..." Acting thoughtful, Weiss crawled across the seat. Asher's eyes followed her until she reached him, straddling his lap, her clothes barely hanging on.
She leaned in closer.
"Maybe later, when I'm thinking straight. But right now... I need you." The heat in her eyes hadn't faded at all. Stopping Asher earlier had only made her want him more. Her hips rolled forward, and Asher felt her wetness rubbing against his length, even as he was still catching his breath.
"If teasing you makes you this bold, I think we've got a problem," Asher said, one hand finding her hips and the other squeezing her soft curves. Weiss kept moving her hips, grinding herself against him, almost without thinking.
"Just put it in already," she whispered, leaning in until their foreheads touched.
She didn't need to ask twice. Asher lined himself up and pulled her down, slow enough that she could feel every inch as he filled her. Weiss gasped against his ear, her body stretching and adjusting to the sensation.
Asher didn't even get a chance to ask if she was okay before she started moving on her own. Her hands gripped his shoulders as she slid up, almost letting him slip out, then sank back down again. By her second bounce, Asher was thrusting up to meet her, matching her rhythm.
"Aaah!" Weiss cried out, her voice echoing in the small space, not that she cared at this point.
"How are you even better the second time?" Asher said as they moved together. Every thrust was followed by a wet sound that left no doubt about how soaked Weiss was. Each time she came down, the clap of their bodies echoed in the small space.
Weiss's eyes flickered open as her hands slid from his shoulders to around his neck. That's when she noticed, from this angle, she had a perfect view out the tinted window of the escort truck. They were still driving through Mantle. She could see people walking on the street, a few even glancing in her direction.
She knew there was no way they could see her, but the thought still sent a sharp, embarrassed thrill through her, making her squeeze even tighter around Asher and move even faster.
"Damn it... You've ruined me," Weiss blurted out, the realization that the idea turned her on making her voice shake.
"Huh, what did I do?" Asher asked, sounding genuinely confused.
"I- I never would have done this with anyone else, it's your fault..." Weiss whispered, her voice barely above a whimper as she felt Asher's length hit just the right spot inside her.
"It's all your fault I'm thinking like this..." The words tumbled out like she was talking to another version of Asher in her head, and whatever she was thinking just made her want him more. Even if he didn't get exactly what she meant, Asher kept moving, their pace building as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside her.
Her body bounced and ground against him, her breath coming in ragged pants and desperate moans. The only thing keeping her steady was Asher's hands gripping her, guiding her through it.
"I... I'm going to-"
She didn't finish her sentence, but Asher nodded with a groan, replying, "Me too."
Burying her face in his neck, Weiss breathed out, "Inside... I want it inside, please!"
The desperation in her voice was all it took to push Asher over the edge.
"You really... shouldn't say that kind of thing to a guy," Asher managed, his grip tightening as he pulled her down for one final, deep thrust. He reached further than before as he came, the feeling of warmth spreading inside her sending Weiss over as well.
"Ungh!" Her body locked up, arms squeezing around Asher as she shuddered and came, her muscles fluttering around him. She trembled a few more times before her senses returned, her body going partially limp and settling against him. For a while, all that filled the air between them was the sound of their ragged breathing.
After a couple of minutes, Weiss finally spoke.
"I'll take that compliment now..."
Asher nearly laughed, his hand gently stroking her back.
"Yeah, you might have to give me a second to think of a new one, especially after that."
Weiss hummed, nodding slightly as she rested against him.
"Fair enough."
They stayed that way a little longer before finally pulling apart to clean up and get dressed. Weiss, her body still weak and shaking a bit, crawled over to grab her underwear, which had somehow ended up across the seat. She broke the silence as she pulled it on.
"You know, since I agreed to stay and help you with Mantle... I'm probably going to have to put my Huntress plans on hold."
Asher, in the middle of straightening his shirt, paused and looked at her.
"Really? Are you sure?"
Weiss thought for a second, then nodded.
"Yeah. I still want to, but... I think there's a lot we—well, I—could do here if I stay. Also..." She glanced back at him, her cheeks still pink.
She didn't need to say it—her look said enough.
If she left for Beacon Academy in Vale, they wouldn't be able to see each other.
"You know, I don't want you giving up on your dream just for me."
That made Weiss laugh quietly.
"It's the fact that you don't even realize how big your ego is that makes it impossible for me to be mad. I'm staying because I want to help Mantle. And I'm not giving up anything, just putting it off for a while."
She went quiet, her eyes drifting over Asher before she added, "Though I'll admit my priorities might be a little skewed."
Asher chuckled.
"Well, as long as it's your decision."