Fishing

"Go fish." Ruby said, Yang having just requested the aces from her hand but was saddened to find that her sister held not one.

Yang tsked and reached for the pule of cards, plucked one from the top and saw to her surprise, an ace. She was one closer to her goal of once again defeating her sister in this brutal game of go fish.

"Do you have any… two's?" Ruby pondered a moment, eyeing her sister with a dangerous glower but Yang took it in stride and didn't react but to shake her head.

"Go fish."

"Damn." Ruby hissed and took a new card, an ace.

The game continued on and on throughout the coming twenty minutes, Ruby eventually gaining but three sets while Yang took the rest. Yet another failure in her compendium of boardgames. Sighing out in dismay, Ruby glanced to her surroundings. They'd claimed a table in the library having initially planned to study a bit but had found the studying utterly boring and moved onto something more fun.

Weiss wasn't there, apparently her father had arrived in Vale and she was going to have dinner with him at this neat restaurant in the city. Ruby's attempts at getting Weiss to take them with having proven unsuccessful. Strange considering she even made use of her puppy eyes. No one survived the puppy eyes. Including herself, hence why she never looked in a mirror when she made them.

But no, apparently Weiss just wanted to have dinner with her father. Though she did look a little fidgety. Ruby just placed that as excitement and most certainly not nervousness. Why would Weiss be nervous, its just her father.

Blake though was there, she'd been stuck staring at the same page of her book for the past twenty minutes. It must have been really interesting if it caught her imagination like that, Ruby thought. Often Ruby herself would be stuck in her imagination, one time she'd been so enthralled within a weapons magazine that she'd forgotten about the plate of cookies next to her. She was devastated when she woke up only to find but crumbs in their place. Her sister, father and not mother soon to be second mother, having eaten them all each time they walked past her. It was then she vowed to always eat her cookies no matter what.

"The ropes gripped her tight, they squeezed her bosom like plump peaches. They ground against her crotch eliciting a faint houndish cry as her neathers moistened against the knot grinding against her sensitive button. Her clothing incapable of harbouring any resistance against the alluring tightness enwrapping her body. No soon did he approach gripping his katana, its end sharp as he guided it towards her slit, parting her panties to the side to reveal their pinkened, moist confines ready to be cut by his sword… quite the choice in literature you have, ms. Belladonna." The sudden voice arriving behind Blake caught the three by surprise and all head spun to see their new teacher. Mr. Evans stood directly behind Blake, a smile on his face as he glanced over her shoulder, continuing to read the chapter of 'studying' she was busy with.

"His blade inched against her womanly lips, parting them as he slowly pushed deeper. Her voice, not by her will escaped her in a lusting moan as he gripped her hanging waist and prepped himself for a merciless plunge that would undoubtedly rend from her sanity only to replace it with the heart of a beast in heat. And then suddenly, his-" before he could finish, Blake glanced to her novel, swiftly scanned its contents and realizing what it was, went scarlet and rapidly slammed shut the book. Its true cover hidden behind a false grimm biology cover stolen from one of the other books she had in her collection.

Her amber eyes were bolted wide, lips sucked in and steam raising from her head while her bow hung limply, pleading for her to be forgotten. To not deal with the embarrassment of having that read out to her team.

Besides her, Yang's rose one eye wide and glanced between their smirking teacher and her blushing partner. The actions Blake had taken been the final nail in the coffin, "wow. And here I thought you only read that stuff in bed."

Blake trembled and shrunk in on herself. In doing so, her nostrils flared and breathed in a familiar entrancing scent. The same that had taken all her attention since the day prior. Her eyes flicker, her mouth opened and as she hunched over a small trickle of drool escaped her lip. But not a second later did her mind jostle, the recognition this time weakening the effects to merely and catnippish odour she could resist but would still be attracted to given enough time around its origin. She feared what she may end up doing to him if she lost too much of her sanity.

Seeing Blake unresponsive to her teasing prod, Yang glance to Ruby and smirked at the faint flush of her sister. As innocent as Ruby was, she was still able to realize the intent behind the words professor Evans had said.

'Right… him,' she thought casting him a narrowed glare. She still wasn't quite sure how to think about him. She was thankful undoubtedly for bringing back Summer whom they were planning on heading to in a bit. But she still couldn't quite accept him considering the fact he unabashedly said he was a murderer. She needed to know more about him before she'd ever accept him as a person.

"Girls. Good to see your taking your 'studying' seriously. Though I must say, the topic this one is learning is quite the… dangerous, type." He moved around Blake and to the head of the table, finding no end to his amusement at the sight of Blake's shaky eyes jolting to him like an tiger in heat. He could see her throat rumbling a bit but every time a noise, a yowl he was guessing, threatened to escape, she would clamp her lips tight and wrap her fingers around her throat, thumbs jabbing into her windpipe to still the noises of her yearning.

As he looked around the table and then the library where a few odd groups could be seen, students from every year. He couldn't see one character in particular, the one who always nagged about studying. "Where's Weiss. I'd expect her to be the one actually studying out of your team." he questioned with hand on his hip.

Yang and Ruby shared a look and Ruby shrugged. "She's out. She's having dinner with her dad in Vale."

Parc paused, eyes blinking rapidly then slowly, then not at all. "Jacques Schnee… is in Vale…" he blanked, "and he's having dinner with his daughter…"

"Uh yeah, is that wrong?" Yang huffed.

"Oh no, not at all. Damn strange yes, especially considering Weiss' whole point of coming to Beacon was to get away from him. Anyways, that's another thing, do you know where they're eating at?" his pda found its way into his hand, its screen flickering to life.

"Why do you want to know?" Yang questioned, her caution not hidden behind her narrowed visage.

"Humour me."

"I… uh… I think its was the… the Charles?" Ruby shrugged and answered.

"Charlatan. the Charlatan…" a rough, coarse voice came from Blake, her thumbs still pressing tight into her throat. Saving her from crying out.

With a quick nod, Parc inputted the restaurants name into the search engine but found only their website and a map. Nothing about anything happening there, which was either a good thing, or possibly a bad thing.

"Great, thanks." he began to back away, "anyways, I'm gonna run off to Vale and make sure Weiss survives the night. You three have fun, and oh, Blake, you should probably go get changed." he winked, his body flickered and, in his place, lingered a squall of feathers that soon dissipated in much a similar form as Ruby's petals.

Confusion trickled through the team as relief filled Blake, no longer having to reign in her vice now that his scent was gone. Though still locked in her nose, torturing her animalistic urges to mate. As that instinct reigned, she ground her legs together and felt something… wet. She froze, leaned back and glanced down to her skirt. At first nothing seemed wrong but as the wet sensation remained she began to realize her malady and what his words meant.

Her chair scratched noisily against the varnish of the wood and she bolted to her feet. Her book gripped tight in hand as she made her way rushing towards the exit of the library without a second word to her team.

As she did, Yang noticed a light gloss on Blake seat, a puddle one might say. Her lips curled, eyes narrowed to slits and her scroll magically appeared in her hands, snapping some evidence she could use to tease her favourite partner.

"Hey Yang…" Ruby uttered earning her sister's attention from the various angles of the chair she was taking.

"Yeah Rubes?"

"What did he mean by he's going to make sure Weiss survives the night? She's not in danger is she?"

Yang's finger came to linger over her scroll. Her mind clanking about as it processed her sisters question. "Weiss'll be fine. Plus, it's not like her dads helpless." she shrugged.

"Mmm… I hope so." except, why did Ruby suddenly feel so nervous, like something bad was going on and she wasn't there to help.