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Gateway Drug | Part Fifty-Seven

A/N: this is kinda raunchy. I'm not sorry.

Word count: 4K

Warning(s): explicit language, explicit sexual situations, mentions of drug abuse

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1981

"...Shh." Nikki chuckles out in a smile, his hand over my mouth as he comes up for a second so I can calm down. "If your parents hear you, I'm fucked."

"I'm sorry, you've been going down on me the past hour, I'm really sensetive right now, and I thought you didn't care." I whisper, quoting him from something he's said before.

He just smirks.

"I thought about it and decided if we get caught, I won't be able to do this..." He tugs my nipple with his teeth for a moment, causing me to gasp out. "...or this..." he pushes two fingers into my slick cunt and I arch my back, the delicious friction causing my body to crave more. "...or this." He goes back to where he was, his tongue working at my swollen clit.

I take in a sharp breath, trying to keep from moaning too loud as he devours me and every last drop of sticky-sweet running out of me.

"Oh, fuck, daddy." I whine out, my hips bucking up, grinding against his feasting mouth, only causing him to move his tongue faster and more deliberately.

He hums at the sound, his dark eyes glancing up at me, his hands keeping my thighs spread wide open as he sucks at my clit, making my eyes roll back, my toes curl, and a wanton moan leaves my lips as my pussy tenses and relaxes repeatedly, wanting to be filled and abused.

Nikki finishes licking the cum from between my legs, before laying beside me as my exhausted body tries to wind down.

"You don't want me to do anything for you?" I ask him, taking deep breaths, blinking slowly at him.

He shakes his head, giving me a little smile, before pulling the covers up to my chin so I don't have to.

"No, Viv, getting to eat you for over an hour straight is repayment enough." He chuckles and my face burns red.

"Quit saying it like that." I cover my face with my hands.

"That's what I was doing, was it not?"

"I guess, but you don't have to be so..." I wrinkle my nose for a second. "...I don't know."

"Oh, so you can call me 'daddy' but when I call it 'eating', it's the end of the world?" He looks at me and I narrow my eyes at him.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I deny his accusation and he raises his brows.

"Oh, please, Viv, you scream it out like a bitch in heat almost everytime we fuck around."

"Fine, then, I'll stop." I shrug and he snaps his attention to me.

"I didn't say I didn't like it, it's just amusing to hear it from you, of all people, Saint Viv."

"Shut up, Devil Spawn." I shove at his arm.

"Ow." He complains, rubbing his hand over where I hit him, pretending to be hurt.

I roll my eyes and he mocks me, causing me to shove at his arm again.

"Do it again, see what happens." He threatens and I, spitefully, do it again.

I don't have time to react before he's snatching me onto him, grasping my wrists in his hands as he tickles at my stomach, causing me to double over and try to keep from waking my parents.

"Okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" I whisper yell and he stops, allowing me to catch my breath and he laughs arrogantly, his rough palms rubbing up and down my thighs, calmly, his smile slowly starting fade as he looks up at me.

"What is it?" I ask him, self-consciously pulling the covers back around me to cover my chest.

"You're beautiful." He says lowly, his hand coming up to brush my red hair from my face.

"Don't be weird." I say in regards to whatever the hell is happening between us.

We've only messed around a handful of times and I've been trying not to get attached because there's no point. I don't need him bullshitting me just for the hell of it.

"I'm being honest, Viv. You are."

"So is every other girl you have fun with. We're already fooling around anytime either of us wants it, you can stop trying to tell me nice stuff so I'll let you between my legs, Nikki." I laugh it off, but the sting of the truth strikes through my body.

"The other girls are nice to look at, but are grade-A hangers-on. They could give less of a fuck as long they're getting boned by a rockstar, they don't care." He replies.

Apparently the look I give him is one of doubt.

"I'm always right." He states sarcastically with a toothy grin. "So if I say you--despite being a pain in the ass--are beautiful, then there's no arguing about it." He adds and I try not to make my overjoyed smile obvious, instead leaning down, pressing my lips to his.

1987

"Another vehicle, Nikki, are you kidding me?!" I scream as he simultaneously says, "don't fucking start, Viv!"

He can't be serious.

"Do you not remember that notice we got about the $5,000 a day in heroin being spent, Nikki, or did that just fly over your head? We have bills, we have have things that we need to prioritize and what do you do?! Buy another car!"

He just ignores me, grabbing a paper bag from the fridge.

I give up on fighting, tears of frustration rolling down my cheeks as I grab my car keys to just get the hell out of here.

He had gotten a brand new Mercedes Benz after I had asked him to wait until we got more money from the album and the tour. He decided we had enough money and went for it.

I angrily wrap packing tape around the cardboard box packed full of Steven's things, seeing him flinch each time the tape let out a squeak from me manhandling it.

"You good, Viv?" He asks me cautiously and I glare at him.

"I married a junkie who's mission is to damn near give me a heart attack anyway he possibly can whether it's with his drug abuse or simply spending money we don't necessarily have." I state. "So, no, Stevie. I could be better."

"Oh...I'm sorry." He mumbles.

"It's called D-I-V-O-R-C-E. They're perfect in situations such as your's and could really benefit you and him." Izzy sarcastically let's out, raising his brows and I slowly turn to look at him with a death glare. "Or suffer, that's a good option, too." He shrugs.

"We don't want that." I state as Duff comes in the living room from the kitchen.

"Not what I've heard." Izzy scoffs back. "Sixx talks when he's smacked out."

"And what exactly does 'Sixx' say?" I ask, raising my brows.

I can feel Steven making motions to Izzy from behind me, and I turn to look at him only to see him pretending to rub the bottom of his jaw with his knuckles.

It's obvious he was just running his hand against his neck in a "stop" motion to Izzy.

"Uh, n-nothing." Duff puts in as an unsettling tension settles in, like the three of them are on a level of understanding that I'm not aware of.

"Guys, seriously, what does he say?" I ask.

"It's not really what he says as much as what he does." Izzy let's out carefully and Duff glares at him.

"What does he do?"

"Cries." Duff states.

"Yeah." Steven adds.

"Like a little bitch." Izzy sighs.

I look at them for a moment before deciding to not ask anything else.

"Okay, Steven, here." I finish taping his box of stuff.

"Thanks, Viv." He replies, picking the box up, and suddenly every nude magazine he owns is spilling onto the floor from the bottom of the box.

"Aw, dude, that wasn't suppose to happen." Steven states and I hand the tape to Duff when he offers to retape it, before plopping down beside Izzy.

The difference in Fred, Mick, Duff, Steven, Izzy, Slash and Axl keeping the Vanity situation from me, and Tommy, Vince, Doc, and Tansy, keeping it from me was that Vince, Doc, Tommy and Tansy were protecting Nikki.

Everyone else thought they were protecting me, instead they would constantly down Nikki about it, trying to get him to stop his shit.

It would have been nice for someone to tell me instead of having me looking like an absolute dumbass in front of God and everyone.

But I can see why they would think I couldn't handle that information at that time.

"Baby, c'mon, Tommy and I leave in a couple hours." Nikki pleads with me over the phone.

"Okay, so just days ago I was a 'psycho cunt' and you bought a brand new car a couple days ago just to spite me, and now I'm 'baby' again?" I question him.

"We fucked last night, Viv." He states and I sigh.

"We have sex because we're horny, Nikki, not because either of us are sorry for whatever we fight about." I point out and he groans.

"Just get down here and tell me 'bye', please?" He asks and I let out a breath.

"Fine, I'll be down there in a few minutes." I tell him, rolling my eyes.

How Nikki's logic worked:

Sex = apology.

I had accepted that, but a few months into '87, I realized sex didn't fix anything. It just swept it under the rug and allowed the both of us to pretend nothing was wrong.

The rug was starting to have so much dirt swept under it, it wasn't even laying flat on the floor anymore.

I shut the door of my car, Nikki waiting for me outside in his sunglasses, despite it being night out, his cocky smirk plastered on his lips at the fact that I came when he snapped his fingers, like always.

He holds a cassette out to me and I raise a brow, unamused.

"An apology for being an asshole." He tells me.

On the label reads "You're All I Need."

"Remember that song I wanted to write for you?" He asks and I nod, not necessarily knowing how to feel.

"I'll see you when you get back." I let out, giving a tight smile, opening my car door but he shuts it quickly, turning me to face him.

"That's it? No 'thank you', no 'goodbye' kiss, no nothing?" He questions me.

"I'm still upset over our fight Nikki."

"We always have bullshit fights, Viv. We say shit we don't mean all the time."

"Okay, but we're getting too comfortable saying hurtful things to each other, are we not?" I point out, and he sighs, shaking his head a little.

"We tried therapy, it didn't work, so. I don't know what to tell you."

"We went to a handful of sessions, Nikki, before you refused to go after Nona passed away." I remind him.

"Because we were both miserable in those sessions."

"Well, it's nearly one year later and we're still miserable." I state and he furrows his brows.

"Being married to me makes you miserable?" He hisses out.

"I didn't mean it like that, I just mean--"

"--Great, well, I'll see you in five days." He cuts me short, hurt over what I said, stepping to the door.

"That's not what I meant, Nikki." I follow after him and grasp at his wrist. "I meant the both of us are getting more and more unhappy."

"I'm fine." He pipes. "I'm sorry if you're antidepressant stopped working or something but I'm fantastic, Viv."

"You're fantastic?"

"Yep."

People who are doing "fantastic" don't self-medicate but okay.

"I'll do better." He says to me, smiling down at me reassuringly. "Alright?"

I nod, and he looks me up and down for a moment before catching my lips with his.

His Jack flavored tongue meets mine, eliciting a soft hum from me as his hands hold at my waist, my fingers lacing in his hair.

We take a few steps back and I feel my legs hit the front of my Corvette. I drop the tape to push his jacket off his shoulders when he nudges for me to sit back on the hood of my car, already knowing where this is going.

His lips trail down my neck, his teeth nipping at my hardened nipples through my dress, causing me to giggle and moan simultaneously, my fingers running through his teased hair.

He stands up straight to unbuckle his belt, the sight of his prick desperate to get out of his pants has a wave of pleasure sweeping up my back, my hand pulling my dress up to run over the soft fabric of my panties, the toe of my heel gently traveling up the inside of his leather covered thigh.

He stops me just before I can trace over the bulge in his pants, his hand gripping my ankle, his fingers of his other hand untying the lace of his pants.

I sit up, reaching my hand out to free his cock, but he grabs at my jaw, forcing me to look at him.

"No, no." He wags his finger at me with a slick smile and my mouth waters when he pulls himself from his pants, precum already beading at his tip.

He sees me eyeing it, purposely wrapping his fist around his shaft to jerk of a couple of times, causing even more of the liquid to leak from him.

"Go ahead have a taste because every last drop is going in that pretty pussy so you remember who's you are while I'm gone."

My core tenses up, evidence of my arousal wetting my panties at his words and I don't hesitate to swipe my thumb across his tip, enjoying his jaw tensing at the contact, before making a show of sucking my thumb into my mouth to lick it off.

He stares at me and I blink up at him, taking my thumb from my mouth, waiting for him to make the next move.

And oh, does he.

He's impatiently pushing my dress to my hips and yanking my panties off, holding at one of my legs as his fingers trail between my legs to my clit.

I let out a harsh breath when he lightly runs the pad of his thumb over the sensitive nerves, watching my face.

I have to bite my lip in order to keep from cursing at him teasing me, and he licks his lips before taking his dick in his hand, rubbing the head against my clit, watching as my eyes close and a whimper leaves my lips.

I feel my pulse in my core, and the ache of utter need has me giving him my best "fuck me" eyes I can muster up.

"Does my little slut wanna be fucked?" He asks and I nod, looking at him with my eyes half-open.

I shudder when he drags his tip to my hungry cunt, slowly, agonizingly, sliding into me.

My back arches as he gives me the time to feel his girth stretching me, and he grins, his head falling back, his hands pushing my thighs against the hood of the car.

"I will never get over how fucking tight you are." He tells me in an almost moan, pulling back out again and slowly sliding back in, time looking down to see himself thrusting in and out of me.

"So good." I let out softly, my hands pinching at my nipples through my dress and he starts to pick up the pace, causing me to gasp and moan with every thrust as he goes deep into me, hitting my cervix.

I remember where we're at and I put my hand over my mouth to keep from drawing attention from the street incase anyone can hear me.

Nikki doesn't like that.

"Keep your fucking hand down." He orders, pulling my hand from my mouth. "I want them to know you're getting fucked, I want them to know who's fucking cock you're taking inch for fucking inch." He states, and I moan quietly at his words, still not wanting to draw attention.

My walls tighten and loosen around him as he continues to drive into me, my sounds of pleasure getting louder and louder with my loss of control and Nikki's determination.

His fingers quickly go back and fort against my clit, causing me to let out an unexpected cry, my hand holding at his wrist to try to get him to stop but he won't.

"Good girl." He praises me for not trying to hide my pleasure, grunting at the feeling of my pussy tightening around him.

The wet sound of him moving in and out of me mixed with my cries and he cursing fills my ears.

"Harder, Nikki, please." I beg, a masochistic part of me not wanting to walk right for a couple days.

I don't have to ask twice, his hand's around my throat, his fingers roughly stimulating my clit while his prick mercilessly starts pounding into my weeping cunt, only causing me to moan the best that I can with him choking me.

The two of us look at each other in pure ecstacy and I smugly grin before opening my mouth, sticking my tongue out.

His hand grasps at my throat a little tighter as he leans forward and spits in my mouth, only letting his grip loosen briefly so I can swallow it.

Our bodies are now drenched in sweat and I'm growing closer and closer, squeezing around him so tightly I think he's having to force himself not to finish before I do.

I'm probably looking up at him like he's a god, mesmerized by the sheen of sweat covering his chest, his thumb of his hand around my throat softly swiping the skin of my neck, sweetly contradicting his roughness.

"Oh, daddy, I'm gonna come." I gasp out. It's been a while since I've called him that in bed and it's only motivating him to go harder. "Fuck!" I mewl, squeezing my eyes shut as I tighten around him even more before my orgasm hits and my pussy's spasming in hopes of getting every last bit of his load.

He groans from the sensation before I feel him push back into me, forcing himself against my cervix, hot cum coating the inside of me.

"What the fuck?!" Tommy screams in a high pitch, and Nikki and I startle, looking in the direction of the door to see Tommy and Vince standing there, just walking out, but being met with Nikki inside me, with his hand around my throat and me moaning.

I'm horrified, Tommy's traumatized, Vince is probably wishing he had his camera, and Nikki's...well...

"Hahaha!" Nikki let's out, pulling my dress down my legs so I don't flash Tommy or Vince. "Sorry." He says next, tucking himself back into his pants, picking his jacket up off the ground as I scramble to get off the car, wincing at the feeling Nikki's cum about to start running out of me.

My face is bright red and Tommy looks like he's about to cry.

"I came out here to tell you 'bye' and-and..." he can't finish speaking, disgust on his face.

"Nikki was telling you 'bye', too." Vince laughs out and I glare at him.

"I'm sorry we fool around, T-bone, jeez." Nikki chuckles.

"'Fooling around' is a blowjob. This," he grabs his own throat and pulls his own hair. "Is something I don't want to see Viv in."

"She's the one who's into it." Nikki argues and my eyes bug as I feel even more embarrassed.

"Nikki, what the hell?!" I ask him as Tommy looks even more worried.

"Aww, man, this is great." Vince sighs out, grinning.

"Viv, I love you, I'll see you in a few days." Tommy let's out, avoiding eye contact with me.

I don't want to face him at the moment either.

"Love you, Tommy, bye." I reply as he heads to their car that just pulled up.

I grab the tape from the ground and my panties, and Nikki takes the skimpy undergarment from my hand and puts it in his jacket pocket.

I just look at him.

"What?" He asks. "It's a token of your affection to remind me of you when I miss you on those cold, lonely nights."

"You'll be gone less than a week, Nikki."

"You want me to think of you or not?" He points out and I can't hide my smile, chuckling at his bullshit.

His eyes shift to the tape in my hand, and his face falls for a second as if he regrets giving it to me.

"Everything alright?"

"Yeah, um...just...don't take lyrics too seriously." He tells me and I raise my brows.

"What?"

The car honks the horn and he looks at them as Tommy's standing out of the sunroof.

"Dude, c'mon, we're gonna miss the flight!" He tells Nikki.

Nikki turns back to me, giving me a little smile, kissing me sweetly.

"I'll call you when we get to the hotel." He assures me, kissing me again.

"Okay, be careful." I say.

"I'm sorry, Viv, alright?" He says next, and I think he's apologizing for the "Wild Side" ordeal and buying a new car we could barely afford.

I'm about to say "I am, too" but he cuts me off, kissing me yet again.

"See ya, Sixx." He whispers, smirking to me.

"See ya, Sixx." I reply in the same tone.

With one last kiss, he's telling Vince 'bye' and making his way to the car.

I rub my lips together, noticing Vince has this amused look on his face as I step to my car.

"What, Vince?" I ask.

"Nothing. Enjoy the song." He tells me before walking to his bike.

I go home, clean myself up, change and head to the Franklin Plaza where Duff, Axl, Izzy, Slash and Steven are staying currently.

The second Steven opens the door, I'm waving the tape.

"He doesn't hate me!" I exclaim, handing the tape to Axl--who bet $50 that Nikki and I would divorce this year--as he's smoking his cigarette.

"'You're All I Need'." He reads the title, looking at Duff and Izzy who're on one of the suits' couches. "What, is it an ode to heroin?" He asks and I cut my eyes at him.

"Seriously, man?" Slash questions him, unamused.

"No, Axl, it's not." I state.

"Well, let's listen to it." Stevie excitedly says.

Soon enough we have it playing, hearing a beautiful piano ballad backed with Mick's guitar, Nikki's bass and Tommy's drums.

"The blade of my knife

Faced away from your heart

Those last few nights

It turned and sliced you apart

This love that I tell

Now feels lonely as hell

From this padded prison cell"

The lyrics of the first verse sound as with each passing second, everyone's looking more and more confused, glancing at each other while I try to make sense of whatever metaphor he's using.

"So many times I said

You'd only be mine

I gave my blood and my tears

And loved you cyanide

When you took my lips

I took your breath

Sometimes love's better off dead"

He can't be saying what it sounds like he's saying.

"You're all I need make you only mine

I love you so I set you free

I had to take your life

You're all I need, you're all I need

And I loved you but you didn't love me."

"Umm...Viv...I don't think this is about how much he loves you." Izzy speaks out.

"Laid out cold

Now we're both alone

But killing you helped me keep you home."

"I-Is he singing about killing me?!" I ask, nearly at a loss for words.

"I guess it was bad

Cause love can be sad

But we finally make the news."

"This bastard is singing about killing me!"

"Dude, didn't he actually try to kill you?" Steven asks me and I raise my brows.

"Tied up smiling

I thought you were happy

Never opened you--"

Duff stops the tape, snatching it from the player before tossing it on the floor and stomping it to pieces with his cowboy boot.

There's a long, long silence between all of us, and I force myself not to cry in front of all of them.

"I guess that fifty bucks is still on the table, then?" Axl shatters the silence.

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drunkdragondoes · 6 years

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Prompt: Rock AU, Qrowin smut featuring their first time together.

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“Don’t panic, Winter.”

“Qrow, I need to get from Patch to the capital of Vacuo in two days for the meeting. The airship is down for maintenance and my car, the planned method, just got totaled. How can I not panic?”

“Easy - you take my ride and pretend it’s yours while you’re there.”

“You need your car. I can’t just take that from you.”

“Whoa now - who said you’ll be taking that piece of junk with you?”

---

It was a Corvid7, a luxury sports car that was a benchmark of quality. They were up to the eighth edition now, but the seventh was still recent and thus nothing to scoff at. Winter would have lied if she didn’t recognize the brand and shape of the car. Iconic was a better term for it. She had her suspicions from the numerous times she had seen the tarp covering something in the garage as they discussed upgrades and costs to the airship. Its shape always loomed in the corner, sometimes surrounded by small pieces of equipment or other tools, as if it was waiting to be unveiled in front of her.

So when Qrow walked up to the tarp and pulled it off, she couldn’t help but take in a deep breath. Low to the ground with a dark red coat of paint and convertible top, she had seen these cars zooming around when she was still with her father.

“We found this girl at a crushing lot and we restored it together, engine and all. It was supposed to be a surprise gift to her for completing her apprenticeship, not that she needed it of course,” she watched as his hands gently drifted across the metal, almost talking more to the car than to her. “But then she got fueled up on restoring her own car, so I just helped her fund that instead.” His hand slowly fell back to his side, the sheen of the metal reflecting off onto his shirt. “And now we’ve just got this bad girl rearing to go.”

There was a jingle of keys and Winter could feel the pulse in her fingertips, the swallow of her throat before he spoke again. “Ruby and I already gave it some pretty extensive tests and it’s all green.” When she looked up, Qrow was staring her in the eye, that same smile, that inviting grin that sold her on the first set of airship upgrades from a year ago. “She’s made a few day trips here and there ‘to the farm’ as Ruby told me, but nothing like a trip from here to Vacuo. What do you think about giving her a good spin?”

He tossed her the keys, and she nearly dropped it before fumbling together a catch at her waist. “Are… Are you sure?”

“Well,” his smile grew a bit wider, “you’re certainly not saying no to the car, right?”

Having a car would be really nice right about now. Having a car meant that she wouldn’t have been in this situation in the first place. She wouldn’t have to be indebted to her business partner, of whom she constantly had to remind herself that they were just that - business partners. A wholesome, respectable man.

But she couldn’t think like this - not now when the moment was two days aways. She couldn’t afford to.

“Wh-What if it gets damaged, though?” she stuttered, a rarity in the face of anything else. “I mean, when my car - it was entirely by chance, but it could happen again.”

He walked up to her, gently putting a hand on her shoulder and turned her towards the vehicle. “I know exactly how you feel. But tonight, just take her for a spin.” It was warm. “Imagine the cylinders pulling you through your turns. You’re listening to your own music, and then you hit the straightaways and you go. The whole road is open to you, and you can go wherever you want, take however long you want to get there. You’re in control.”

She gulped, feeling her own skin turn hot. “Are you sure?” she asked again.

“Just keep thinking that the road is at your fingertips. And when you get to Vacuo, you sell your brand like it’s worth the world.”

---

Just a loud girl with nowhere to go

The way the engine seemed to echo throughout the car was intense. Her old vehicle was modest, economy-class with just enough things to keep her satisfied. A seat that was firm enough and could be manually slid back and forth. A radio and CD player that worked. A collapsing cup holder that was just large enough to fit a good cup of coffee.

Screamin’ at the world like no tomorrow

But this car. Oh, what a bad girl she was.

Heated leather seats that just carved into all the right places. It could connect with her scroll, meaning that she could listen to the best of her favorite songs. And it came with a solid cutout specifically to put fit her beverage of choice - it wasn’t something that was thrown in where it fit but planned from the very start.

Just a loud girl, got nothin’ to hide

It was everything she wanted in a car and more. It was comfortable, and it could go fast. Really fast. Speed limits were still a thing on the highway, but the sheer horsepower behind the acceleration was something else. It made her want to race every last car on the road. It made her confident enough to win it all.

Got everythin’ I need right at my side

When it was time for the meeting and she finally pulled up at the record label headquarters from the hotel and stepped out of the car, the valet attendant’s jaw was on the floor. He fumbled through papers and pens and signatures as she stared at him through her sunglasses.

And when it finally came to handing over the keys, she leaned over the desk. The rim of her lenses dipped low, like in the movies. “Don’t scratch her up.”

Weiss and Yang worked hard to put the band here, to put Winter here. Long nights working on lyrics, early mornings practicing vocals and chords and tunes on their guitars. It was time to return the favor, and she felt like she was worth millions.

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The trip back to Patch was different. Where she had blasted down the road to Vacuo, the sense of urgency was gone and it was just a slow ride back. Where she was previously charged up and ready, here she was relaxed and thoughtful.

And as she drove back, her mind returned to the real owner of the car. As much as she did enjoy driving it, she had to give it back eventually. But even more so, she found herself realizing that as much as she was the primary one responsible for getting the deal signed, the heavy boost of confidence was a direct result of Qrow’s contribution to the effort. She was sure that she still would have landed the signing, but had her car situation gone differently Winter doubted that they would have gotten as much as they did.

Two hundred million lien was a lot of money. Even as she pulled into Qrow’s garage late in the night and parked the car right where she drove it off from, it still surprised her. She owed him, in a sense. And in that same sense, she owed herself something as well. For the past few years, she wanted her sister to succeed more than anything else. Not everything was as easy as it was now, where they had a decent brand name built up. There were some days where Winter struggled to even just finish the day - repeated rejections and unreturned voicemails left her exhausted.

Qrow’s suggestion of the airship opened a door for them. An unusual door, but a door nonetheless. And even then, she had to keep up her energy to walk through it. She really owed it to herself to take a rest and not worry about things for a little while.

Reaching for the door handle, it still felt unreal to pull and unlatch the door and she remained seated. Two hundred million lien. No more cold calling or scouring for venues to play at.

And maybe she could finally have some time for just herself.

“I can see your smile, you know.” Qrow’s voice came in through the opening and she looked up. He was smiling too. “How’d it go?”

“You know I can’t tell you yet, right?”

His grin only grew wider. “So it’s good news then.”

Her arms folded across her chest, hands tucking against her arms and plain blue blouse. “I wouldn’t be able to tell you if it was bad news either.”

“You’re still smiling, you know.”

Winter clicked her tongue, brushing a strand of hair away from her face and doing her best to sound as annoyed as possible. “Fine then. If you must know then I may or may not be receiving a sum of money from a non-descript record label.”

“So good enough, then. Congratulations.” His eyes fell to the car, “How’s the girl? She treat you right?”

She had still yet to step out of the vehicle. It wasn’t a living being - just a cold metal body that had served its purpose. But it had given her a lot of confidence. She felt like it radiated a power that spread into her. She could really do anything she wanted right now.

“Yeah, she did.” Taking a heavy breath, she stepped out of the car and closed the door. “I certainly wouldn’t mind having her around.”

“Glad you like her.” He head nudged towards his office. “You up for a drink?”

“That would be good,” she reached for her scroll, moving to lean against the car. “Could you bring a glass for me? I need to send some quick messages.”

He started walking back, tossing a quick look over his shoulder. “Heh, sure thing Ice Queen.”

As her scroll came out and the screen lit up, her eyes traced up to his retreating figure. Tall and just a bit lean, it wasn’t the first time let her eyes linger upon him. But more important was the fact that she trusted him. From the airship to advice to everything else, she had realized early on that she found herself hinging upon his words. She didn’t always agree with them (hardly ever, it seemed), but there was something valuable in his ability to bring up different points.

The light from her scroll went dark and she retapped it again to awaken it. She was greeted by a picture of Weiss, the band, her, and Qrow standing at the newly completed airship.

It was worth a try, wasn’t it?

“Alright!” Qrow’s body re-entered her vision, his back leaning against the car. He came out with two small glasses and a bottle of whiskey (the good one, she noticed), sliding one of the small cups into her hand. Twisting the cap off, he gently poured a shot of the brown liquid into her glass first before giving himself a slightly larger serving. “Cheers.”

Their glasses clinked together, and when she pulled it towards herself, she tilted her head back and let the liquid burn down her throat. When she let her head slide back forward, she saw that he was looking at her from the side of her eye.

“You usually don’t drink that fast.” His glass hadn’t been touched yet.

“You know,” she set the glass down on a workbench before looking back at him, “I think I want to get drunk.”

“In that case, here,” he handed his cup to her. “If you’re gonna get drunk, someone’s gotta drive you back after all.”

As she reached forward, she looked up into his red eyes and then back down to the amber liquid. Her hands brushed against his, lingering for just a moment longer than she expected herself to. But she eventually pulled back and downed the glass just as quickly.

And before he could voice a complaint and before she could lose her wits, she slid herself from the car to his front and kissed him. Not a peck, but with nothing fancy either. Just a kiss, one that required her to get on her toes for a little bit.

Qrow didn’t say anything at first, and there was a small flash of panic within her. But neither did he push her away. There was no motion to stop her body as she began to bring her full weight against him, claiming his half-parted lips once again and reaching deep into them.

Thank goodness for the car behind their bodies. With the way their legs were twisting against each other, there was no way that they could have supported themselves. When she pulled back, she was staring into his red eyes.

She couldn’t remember when she last kissed anyone.

“So uh…” he licked his lips, head turning a little to the side. “I guess this mean you’re okay with me asking you out on a date, then?”

The alcohol from the drinks shouldn’t have begun to kick in yet - it was too soon for that. But it added to the heat in her stomach and it was enough. “Maybe another time.” She could begin to feel him through her clothes, the hardening length pressing into her thighs. “We can worry about formalities later,” she said, beginning to undo the buttons of her blouse to reveal the simple bra beneath it. “Just give it to me tonight.”

It was a blunt approach, but she didn’t need to be fancy when Qrow just admitted that he had a thing for her. And with a lot of lien behind her, that was something she could afford to do.

The first thing she did after kissing him again was fumble at his belt. He didn’t need any additional encouragement, and she felt her body shiver as his hand traced up her stomach. He wasted no time, tongue lashing against hers and fingers sliding under her bra and pushing it up. It was a greedy touch, kneading and grasping, the lukewarm chill of the rings on his fingers softly biting at her skin.

It made her want more. With his belt undone, her hand quickly ducked in and wrapped around his length. Winter gave a squeeze, and his hiss was like music. Leaning back from his lips, she hooked his pants and slid them down just enough to release his member and stroke.

“Mov-... Moving pretty fast I see,” he said through a heavy breath..His hand trailed down, but only to her side and she let out a short, low groan. But he smiled and mimicked her earlier movements, fingers digging down into her jeans. He thumbed her hips and pulled her in for another kiss, a soft pinch making her flinch and squeak into his lips.

“Let’s skip the foreplay. I want this.” Her fingers deftly undid her pants and pulled everything down, stepping out of them and her shoes before unhooking her bra and shedding the blouse. She was naked in seconds and she was back against him, pulling down his pants and pushing up his shirt.

The heat of his cock was unreal. A finger slid against and down her front and she shivered. “Weren’t kidding about the foreplay thing.” Two strong hands moved to her hips, squeezing them before softly guiding her to his side.

She realized she was facing the side of the car, her hands falling onto the edge of the trunk and hips jutting out as he moved behind her. Perhaps the alcohol had started to kick in sooner than she expected. She didn’t even have that much, but she had nearly forgotten that it was still there. But somehow-

His hot flesh dragged against hers, sending a near crippling wave over her. “You ready?”

She she wasn’t sure if she was anxious or scared or nervous, but she felt hot all over. “Not afraid of hurting your pet project?”

There was a low chuckle, “She’s a big girl. She can take it.” Another squeeze of her sides. “Ready?”

“Yeah.”

There was a light touch against the sides of her wet folds, gently parting them as he came up to her opening. The head pushed in, going slowly deeper, and the pads of her fingers tensed against the paint of the car. And right when it was all in, he dove even further into her.

Keeping quiet was impossible and a low exhale left her lips.

“Holy-” there was a low grunt from behind her and then a hiss, “Winter.”

There was a strange sense of satisfaction with his utterance, and she began to move herself against him. Barely a breath passed before Qrow began to push and pull against her as well, their combined force rocking the car back and forth.

She realized that if things went far enough, the two of them were probably going to have sex in the vehicle at some point. But against the car was more than enticing. Even more so that it was happening right now, his strokes long and deep. Her eyes had long gone closed and head leaned forward.

“Hey Winter,” he said, slowing his pace a little, “how hard do you want it?”

“Pretty hard,” she said between breaths. “Pretty damn hard.”

“Alright then.” Another push, and he started to move faster than before.

A hand left her hip, dragging to the front and brushing against her clit and she grit her teeth, “H-Harder.” HIs fingers touched it again, this time more deliberately, lingering longer and more firmly. “Harder!”

He moved even faster, the car rocking more heavily, and the orgasm hit her. Low, drawn out moans left her lips. There was a sudden heat blooming from within her, his own climax, and she tried to push back greedily, wanting and feeling everything he did to try and drag out her own high.

When she finally brought her head up and looked back, the hot liquid slowly coursing out of her and cooling against her thighs, he was still buried inside of her. There was a small look in his eye, a little smile perhaps.

He gave another thrust, and she realized with a shiver that he was still hard. “Want it even harder?”

A part of her told her she didn’t need another go. The drunker side of her was louder and wanted it. “What do you have in mind?”

His lips grew wider as his hands took hers, finally sliding out of her. “Come on, let’s go over here.” With a soft drag, the moved only a couple feet to the back of the car and he placed her back against the top of the trunk. “If you’re up for it, turn around and lean.”

Turn around and lean? Even in her slowly intoxicating mind, she knew that this was the same position that they just-

“Oh,” she whispered to herself. “Oh shit.” The car’s trunk was just in the right spot to force her to stand on the tip of her toes to lean over. And where her hips were sticking out against the air previously, now they were really out there.

A gentle swat from his hand drew out a squeak from her. She suddenly felt more aware. The cold metal of the trunk waged war against her flushed and hot skin, and the tips of her breasts felt like they were sharp enough to scratch the paint.

His other hand lined himself up against her before sliding up to gently push her shoulder down. “Ready for harder?”

“Do it,” she took a breath. “Fucking do it.”

A sharp thrust, the angle different this time, and she found herself short of breath again. This time there was no gentle easing into the motions. No messing around, no kissing. Qrow said harder and he meant it. The car rocked back and forth with his thrusts, her feet lifting from the ground now and again.

It’s like she was floating, in a sense. Floating and taking it as deep as she could, her legs trying to part just a little further to welcome his thrusts. The side of her head had come to rest against the back windshield, her breath fogging the glass.

He didn’t say anything, no little games to play with her. It was just his cock, her breasts against the glass, her hands in his hair, the wetness, and then an overwhelming of lights and half-lived yells and groans and that heat again.

When she blinked the lights away, fingers loosening the deathgrip on his hair, she became cognisant of his weight on top of her just in time to feel a kiss on her cheek.

“Hard enough for ya, Ice Queen?” he gently said into her ear.

She chuckled and gave a kiss on his lips, just like the first one that she gave him. “Plenty hard.”

As the two of them leaned back, their loins separating, his arms went around her waist and pulled her into his warm body. As her blue eyes took in the image of the car, she could see the small stains and handprints and other marks against the dark red paint.

“Not worried about getting her dirty, huh?”

“Nothing a good hand wash can’t fix.” She saw his head turn towards a clock in the garage and she followed suit.

A quarter until midnight. Qrow gave a little breath, his arms giving her the tiniest of squeezes.

“Well, it’s late in the night and well out of order, but… still up for dinner?”

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