Blake’s voice comes in over the radio, broken up by static and what sounds like gunfire: “We need — everyone out of that room so we — relic. Winter, can you — distraction — ?”
Winter has to fight not to react. Theo and Raven are debating hotly over the table in the centre of the room, Qrow is pacing and muttering to himself, and Cinder —
Cinder is staring at her, eyes wide. She must have heard Blake too; Winter can see the gears turning in her head, formulating a plan. The access hatch to the relic is directly under the table everyone is arguing over, meaning they’ll have to work to draw Theo and Raven away from it first before they can get them outside. It’ll be hard convincing them to move, unless there’s something to demand their attention specifically, which means —
Winter hasn’t exactly tried to form a summoning glyph in a different room before, but she has no real doubt that she can manage it. She closes her eyes and tries to visualise the corridor outside Theo’s office, the lockers, the elevator, the fine layers of dust lining the shelves. If she can fake a Grimm attack convincingly enough, she can draw them out into the courtyard and get RWBY into the vault. Her summons aren’t exactly the most Grimm-like, but if she uses gravity Dust she can maybe get them to be less identifiable.
She opens her eyes in time to see Cinder surge across the room and kiss her.
Winter’s mind goes blank. Cinder’s hands come up to cup the sides of her face and hold her closer, tangling in her hair, thumbs cradling her jaw. “Uh,” Qrow says, and she can’t bring herself to care. Cinder is kissing her. Cinder is kissing her.
She barely registers that they’re moving until Cinder turns her, driving her up against the table and pushing past Theo and Raven. The shock of it makes Winter gasp, and Cinder takes this as her cue to deepen the kiss. Her hands move from Winter’s face to cradle the small of her back, her hips, pressing them against each other; her lips are chapped and she tastes a little like woodsmoke, and Winter wonders why they’ve never done this before, how she could have possibly gone her entire life without this —
“Uh,” Qrow says again, “guys?”
Cinder responds by hooking her hands under Winter’s knees, which she absolutely didn’t know she could do, and lifting her up onto the table. Oh my god, Winter thinks faintly.
“This is what I get for working with a bunch of teenagers, I guess,” someone mutters. Any indignation Winter might have felt vanishes when Cinder bites down on her lip.
She’s distantly aware of movement — someone taking something off the table they’re making out on; feet shuffling awkwardly past them — and then a door slamming, a loud groan from the corridor outside. Cinder pulls away immediately, and Winter lets out a very undignified noise in response.
Cinder swallows thickly. “They’re gone.”
“You kissed me,” Winter says intelligently.
“It worked, didn’t it?”
Ah.
She clears her throat, feeling — something complicated. “Not the distraction I had in mind, but I suppose it worked.”
Cinder nods, looking flushed. “God, Raven’s never going to respect me again.”
“Why not? You’re a good kisser.”
“Stop flirting with me, it sounds wrong. I’ll call RWBY; you can barely talk.”
“Well, maybe you shouldn’t have —”
Cinder pauses halfway to radioing in, suddenly grinning. “Are you saying you didn’t want me to kiss you?”
Winter opens her mouth, thinks the better of it, and shuts it again. Cinder’s smile turns sharp.
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FILL: Team RWBY
Date: 2025-05-30 03:05 pm (UTC)fandom: RWBY
ship: winter/cinder
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Blake’s voice comes in over the radio, broken up by static and what sounds like gunfire: “We need — everyone out of that room so we — relic. Winter, can you — distraction — ?”
Winter has to fight not to react. Theo and Raven are debating hotly over the table in the centre of the room, Qrow is pacing and muttering to himself, and Cinder —
Cinder is staring at her, eyes wide. She must have heard Blake too; Winter can see the gears turning in her head, formulating a plan. The access hatch to the relic is directly under the table everyone is arguing over, meaning they’ll have to work to draw Theo and Raven away from it first before they can get them outside. It’ll be hard convincing them to move, unless there’s something to demand their attention specifically, which means —
Winter hasn’t exactly tried to form a summoning glyph in a different room before, but she has no real doubt that she can manage it. She closes her eyes and tries to visualise the corridor outside Theo’s office, the lockers, the elevator, the fine layers of dust lining the shelves. If she can fake a Grimm attack convincingly enough, she can draw them out into the courtyard and get RWBY into the vault. Her summons aren’t exactly the most Grimm-like, but if she uses gravity Dust she can maybe get them to be less identifiable.
She opens her eyes in time to see Cinder surge across the room and kiss her.
Winter’s mind goes blank. Cinder’s hands come up to cup the sides of her face and hold her closer, tangling in her hair, thumbs cradling her jaw. “Uh,” Qrow says, and she can’t bring herself to care. Cinder is kissing her. Cinder is kissing her.
She barely registers that they’re moving until Cinder turns her, driving her up against the table and pushing past Theo and Raven. The shock of it makes Winter gasp, and Cinder takes this as her cue to deepen the kiss. Her hands move from Winter’s face to cradle the small of her back, her hips, pressing them against each other; her lips are chapped and she tastes a little like woodsmoke, and Winter wonders why they’ve never done this before, how she could have possibly gone her entire life without this —
“Uh,” Qrow says again, “guys?”
Cinder responds by hooking her hands under Winter’s knees, which she absolutely didn’t know she could do, and lifting her up onto the table. Oh my god, Winter thinks faintly.
“This is what I get for working with a bunch of teenagers, I guess,” someone mutters. Any indignation Winter might have felt vanishes when Cinder bites down on her lip.
She’s distantly aware of movement — someone taking something off the table they’re making out on; feet shuffling awkwardly past them — and then a door slamming, a loud groan from the corridor outside. Cinder pulls away immediately, and Winter lets out a very undignified noise in response.
Cinder swallows thickly. “They’re gone.”
“You kissed me,” Winter says intelligently.
“It worked, didn’t it?”
Ah.
She clears her throat, feeling — something complicated. “Not the distraction I had in mind, but I suppose it worked.”
Cinder nods, looking flushed. “God, Raven’s never going to respect me again.”
“Why not? You’re a good kisser.”
“Stop flirting with me, it sounds wrong. I’ll call RWBY; you can barely talk.”
“Well, maybe you shouldn’t have —”
Cinder pauses halfway to radioing in, suddenly grinning. “Are you saying you didn’t want me to kiss you?”
Winter opens her mouth, thinks the better of it, and shuts it again. Cinder’s smile turns sharp.