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Oh, please say to me
You'll let me be your man
And please, say to me
You'll let me hold your hand,
You'll let me hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
And when I touch you, I feel happy
Inside
It's such a feeling that my love
I can't hide,
I can't hide,
I can't hide
I Wanna Hold Your Hand by The Beatles
Weiss Schnee falls in love with Ruby Rose like a whirlwind. Like she's a song stuck in her head, catchy and charming with that sugar-sweet smile and those moonlight eyes.
The night that Weiss meets Ruby, filled with alcohol to numb the sting of her father’s disapproval, is everything she was told to expect and nothing like she wanted. Ruby is charming and chivalrous like a knight from stories her grandfather would tell her while she snuggled into his side in her four-poster bed. She's kind and offers her own bed to the weird drunk girl her sister's girlfriend knows from school, and Weiss would be mortified if she could remember most of it.
The morning after is better and worse all at once. Weiss can hardly remember the woman at first, but when she does her heart beats in double time and she finds it hard to breathe. And meeting her again is almost like seeing the sun for the first time. Like her whole life was locked behind doors thick and metal, lined with rubber and changed shut. Meeting Ruby the second time was the breaking of the damn, releasing a flood of sunlight and warmth that fills Weiss as if she was drowning. In a good way.
It’s been three years together and Weiss learns more that she can add to her list of reasons to love Ruby Rose , but there was something about how well Ruby’s hand fit in hers. Tan and calloused and just a little bigger, the younger woman’s hand wrapped securely around hers.
She hold’s the younger woman’s hand in hers, stroking the back of her knuckles as they curl together watching a movie. It’s not a movie she’s particularly interested in, but she’s familiar with the plot and characters since it’s from Ruby’s favorite movie series, but she spends most of her focus on tracing the tendons in a tightened wrist.
Ruby tenses and makes a punching motion with her free hand, laughing when her favorite hero makes her way on screen. She shifts to do another punching movement but pauses when Weiss holds firm on her hand.
Another giddy laugh as she leans into Weiss’ shoulder, “What are you doing?”
“Memorizing your fingerprints, what else?” She scoffs and smiles, as Ruby laughs pulling her into a tangle of limbs. Weiss is pressed against Ruby’s chest as long legs tighten around her, and Ruby claims both hands for her own.
“Well, I should memorize yours as well!” Weiss squeals as Ruby’s hold on her tightens. The redhead holds one hand firm and the other one close to her face. “Though I’m already very skilled at knowing my girlfriend.” She says it with a giggle like she’s about to tell a bad joke, and Weiss smiles. “Wait a second…”
“Hm?”
“You’re not Weiss! What have you done with her!” She’s worried for a moment with how serious Ruby sounds, but her smile betrays her.
“Oh am I not?”
“You look like her, but these fingerprints are off…” Ruby tightens her hold on Weiss and her free hand, and she sighs into the hold. “I wonder if you taste like Wiess-”
“Wha- Ruby!”
With a playful smile, the younger woman stick’s Weiss’ pointer finger in her mouth. It’s warm and wet, and for a moment Weiss is just annoyed before she feels Ruby’s tongue swirl around the captured digit. Her face heats and she squirms.
“ Ruby- ”
Releasing the digit with a pop Ruby smiles proudly, “That’s my Weiss!” The older woman flushes deeply, shying away from Ruby’s grasp. The redhead giggles chasing after her, reaching for both hands. “Weisssss~”
Weiss finds herself pinned, each hand securely captured by Ruby’s rough tan hands as she moves closer with a playful smile. She tries to pout, to look away despite her flushed cheeks, but Ruby sees through her, as usual. The taller woman places a playful kiss just under a flushed ear and sinks lower for another one, and Weiss sucks in a sharp breath. Ruby descends lower, placing warm breathy kisses along the collar of Weiss’s oversized shirt.
“ Weiss …”
She tugs Ruby’s hands down adjusting the younger woman’s position over her so that she’s sitting and Weiss can press soft kisses to her knuckles. “ Ruby …”
The look in silver eyes tells Weiss that it’s had the desired effect. Her heart beats fast as Ruby scoops her into her arms and they continue watching their movie. This time, however, Weiss is pressed close to Ruby’s chest, both hands firmly in her grasp as she listens to her girlfriend’s thundering heart.