Power Stolen By The Kiss(male reader x rwby) +18

Times Up

Sam's hug enveloped Ruby like a cozy blanket on a chilly winter's day. Its warmth seeped into her bones, thawing the icy grip of pain that had etched itself across her face. As Sam's arms wrapped around her, a genuine smile tugged at the corners of Ruby's lips, as if the weight of her troubles had been lifted, if only for a moment.

The sound of Sam's voice, gentle and reassuring, filled the air like a soothing melody. Each word was a balm for Ruby's wounded spirit, bringing comfort and solace to her troubled heart. It was as if Sam had dipped their words in honey, for they dripped with kindness and understanding, coaxing Ruby to find her own voice amidst the turmoil.

"Thank you, Sam," Ruby whispered, her voice tinged with a longing and wistfulness that resonated deep within her. The embrace had stirred a well of emotions within her, and she couldn't help but let them spill forth in her words. "I never imagined that Kevin and Melanie had such a long history together, especially considering how long they've been apart."

As Ruby spoke, her voice carried a hint of melancholy, like a soft breeze rustling through the autumn leaves. Memories of Kevin and Melanie's past relationship flooded her mind, each recollection vivid and poignant. She couldn't shake the image of Kevin's gaze, filled with a mixture of longing and familiarity, as he laid eyes on Melanie once again.

Sam's thumb gently brushed away the tears that had welled up in Ruby's eyes, their touch tender and comforting. "It's okay, Ruby," Sam reassured her, their voice laced with empathy. "We'll leave this shattered bar behind and go find Kevin. Meanwhile, Professor Ozpin will stay here, waiting for the police to unravel this mess."

Sam's words hung in the air like a delicate promise, mingling with the scent of smoke that seemed to cling to their presence. Ruby nestled her head out of the safety of Sam's neck, a small, steady nod accompanying the radiant smile that graced her lips. In that moment, she felt a flicker of hope ignite within her, a glimmer of faith that things would somehow find their way back to normalcy.

The tenderness between Kevin and Weiss creates a palpable energy, like a magnetic field drawing them closer. It's a love that transcends mere passion or infatuation; it's a profound, heartfelt connection to something greater, to someone who holds immense significance.

With their lips still parted, they share a lingering gaze, their eyes locked in a silent exchange. It's as if their souls communicate, wordless yet understood, as they bask in the depth of their connection.

Kevin's heart swells with affection for Weiss, a sensation that washes over him like a gentle wave. The air carries a hint of anticipation, charged with the promise of new experiences and shared adventures. He imagines guiding Weiss through her Glyphs training, their laughter blending with the rhythm of training music, as they explore the world of Rwby Beacon Academy together. Though unfamiliar with that realm, Kevin is eager to immerse himself, having been absent for months on end.

And then, as if propelled by an invisible force, Weiss's lips find Kevin's once more. A warm embrace envelops them, causing time to slow its relentless march. Their kiss becomes a symphony of sensations, eliciting soft gasps and muffled whispers of pleasure. Weiss's lips move with fiery passion, leaving small gaps for Kevin's to fit perfectly, their love flowing between breaths. Their bodies find a comfortable rhythm, as Weiss tenderly strokes Kevin's cheek, her touch a gentle caress. Kevin's uncertainty melts away, replaced by a deep longing to explore the uncharted territories of their relationship, to take it to the next level.

His heart swells with a torrent of emotions as he wraps his hands around Weiss's waist, drawing her closer. The cold, smooth surface of the training floor contrasts with the warmth radiating between them as their lips meet in a passionate dance.

Weiss's kisses trail down Kevin's neck, each one leaving a trail of tingling sensation in its wake. Slowly, she moves lower, her lips finding their way to his collarbone and then his chest.

Her fingers trace a delicate path from his soft arms down to his thighs, applying gentle pressure that conveys both strength and protectiveness. The touch sends shivers of pleasure through Kevin's body, his skin warming under the caress of her love.

"I love you, Kevin," Weiss purrs seductively, her words laced with desire. The sound of her voice and the weight of her affection cause Kevin to tremble with pleasure. As she crawls on top of him, their lips meet again in a fervent embrace. Weiss's breath becomes labored, her allure growing more intoxicating. She makes a move to unzip her training gear, revealing a silky, short-sleeved shirt, but their moment is interrupted by the ringing of a bell-a signal that training is over and lunchtime has arrived.

"Oh no, my training!" Weiss gasps, her voice filled with panic. She hastily zips up her training gear, gathering her magical equipment and stuffing it all into her backpack. With hurried steps, she rushes out of the training room, fearful of missing the closing time and jeopardizing her progress in mastering Glyphs. The thought of failing at her defensive abilities and the potential consequences weigh heavily on her mind.

Kevin blinks and shakes his head, rising to his feet. His heart races, cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and anticipation. Before he can say anything, Weiss dashes away, her heels clicking against the floor in a hurried rhythm. The training room plunges into darkness.

Taking a deep breath, Kevin surveys his surroundings. He decides to retreat to his dorm room, needing a moment to gather himself. The idea of joining Weiss and others for lunch feels far too awkward now that their intimate encounter is known. Moreover, Weiss's struggle with mastering Glyphs and her weakened defensive skills raise concerns. Kevin's reckless behavior and recent beating at the hands of Karlin and his enemies only compound the potential disaster. Permanent expulsion from Beacon Academy looms over him, especially if Karlin catches sight of him alone and vulnerable.

Kevin distances himself, making his way back to his dorm room with a sense of purpose. Deep down, he knows the reason Melanie and Red haven't taken him to the hospital's patient room. They intend to investigate how he ended up so battered and near death. If they discover the truth, he risks expulsion, branded as a reckless troublemaker. He needs their healing touch and guidance to recover, to return stronger. The alternative-a brewing war-is not a path he wishes to traverse.