Bonding
Copyright© 2024 by Eccho Steem
Trying
Fan Fiction Sex Story: Trying - A RWBY Fanfiction that I'm cookin up that's helping me more on story aspects with serious subjects. (Uploads will be weekly, but my subscribestar will be a couple chapters ahead if ya wanna be ahead of the herd. If youre interested, you can just ask about it.)
Caution: This Fan Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/ft Consensual Reluctant Lesbian Fiction Fan Fiction Incest Mother Daughter DomSub FemaleDom
“I have eyes on the target,” Raven reports as she focuses her aim, “Awaiting command.”
“Hold,” her patron replies, “Just wait until he’s right at the edge. Right before he really takes in the sight.”
“Copy that.”
So Raven does as instructed, waiting as her victim approaches his balcony and takes the last sip of his tequila before setting it down on the table. After consuming the last drop of his alcoholic beverage, he takes a breath before stepping towards his guard rail and gazing into the distance.
“Take the shot,” Raven hears.
And with not a moment wasted, Raven pulls the trigger, shooting the man dead where he stood right in between his eyes. He falls back on the floor of his balcony, lightly spasming as blood leaks from his head and life gradually fades from his body. And eventually, the job is complete. The man’s final breath is drawn and he is no more.
“Target terminated,” Raven reports as she breaks down her sniper,
“Glad to hear it. Pleasure doing business with you.”
And with that, Raven hangs up the phone, deletes the number, and places it in a ziplock bag before destroying it. She then clears every possible aspect of her presence in the apartment before collecting her bearings and stepping out of the building in pursuit of her favorite bar.
On her way to the bar, though, her mind makes a slow but noticeable shift from the “work” mindset to a more relaxed mindset. And with this shift in gears, she inevitably is reminded of what happened yesterday with Yang. It started with a vicious fight between them and ended with a ... kiss.
Setting aside the initial shock of something so sudden and expected, there’s still the fact that they haven’t spoken about it since. They exchanged glares between each other before Raven announced her departure for work and how she expected Yang to be there when she got back.
Now, it’s something that they should definitely talk about. And Raven has every intention to do just that. But something so weird and spontaneous and wrong definitely takes a mental toll on the psyche. If Raven wasn’t so disciplined to separate her personal mindset from her focus on her job, it would be a miracle to do any work.
After the drive to the bar, she steps inside, takes her seat at the counter, and awaits the barkeep for her usual.
“Hey, Raven,” the barkeep greets,
“Greta,” Raven greets back, massaging her left temple,
“Alright, was it a hard day at work or a hard day at ‘work’?”
“Ugh, what do you think?”
Greta chuckles, preparing the beverage before saying,
“What’d she do now?”
“Same thing I told you on the phone last night. We woke up, I tried reminding her who’s really in charge of that fucking household, and she ‘fights’ me. God, whoever’s teaching that girl how to fight is just aiding in getting her killed.”
“I still think she’s holding back. You are her mother, after all.”
“If that’s the reason she’s hitting me like a fucking queer, I’ll gladly give that title up just so I can rest easy knowing there’s not a chance she’s defending herself like that. Holy shit! Lean with your punches!”
“Always a joy hearing a mother wanting their kids to improve.”
“You’re not the one fighting her. Trust me, you’d be sick after a second of looking at that.”
Greta finishes shaking the drink and slides it to Raven, saying,
“Oh, like you’re going all out on her.”
“Lucky for her, no, but there’s still something in my halfassing,” Raven replies before taking a sip, “She’s just flailing around. There’s no technique, her form’s all off, she’s actually fighting like a toddler. Hell, Ruby probably fights better than that! I ju- ... Ugh!”
Raven takes another drink from her glass in a poor attempt to calm herself down.
“Jeez, fighting’s really a hot button for you, huh?”
“That’s part of it. It’s really what she said that’s bugging me so much.”
“Oh, about...”
“Yeah, about sparing Ruby from being my kid. It ... It stung. Sure did more damage than she ever did with her hands.”
“I can only imagine. Those were some strong words.”
“What am I gonna do with that girl, Greta? I’m giving everything I’ve fucking got here.”
“I wish I had the answer for ya, Raven. I honestly couldn’t tell ya. Your guys’ case is just nothing I’ve experienced before. Typically, when fists are thrown, that’s the end of the relationship until everything simmers down. And that takes months. Years even, if at all. But you guys are just hanging in there.”
“Yeah. Wishful thinking that anyone would have the answer. Fuck, why didn’t anyone tell me this parenting shit would be this goddamn stressful?! This is nothing like how they tell you it’s gonna be.”
“Yeah, I don’t know what to tell you. Just gotta wait for everything to calm down so you two can find some kind of middle ground I guess.”
“Sure. Yup, that’ll happen. I’ll let you know how that goes when we find some middle ground.”
“I’m just spitballing, Ms. Cranky.”
“I know. I know. I’m sorry. I’m just ... I’m so fucking tired.”
“I understand. You want a few more rounds?”
Before Raven can answer, the thought of the time appears in her mind. So she pulls out her phone to see it before sighing in frustration.
“Nah, I can’t. It’s almost 9 and if I’m late and she just so happens to be there, that just fuels her desire to start shit with me and I’m just not in the mood for any of that right now. We’ve already got enough to talk about.”
“Alright, well, tell her I say hi.”
“I won’t. But great therapy session as always.”
“Any time.”
Raven pays her tab as they exchange goodbyes before she heads home. As she makes the drive, the previous conversations she’s been having with Greta replay in her mind. Now, while this happens every single time, Raven’s starting to really think about Greta’s words.
At the time of initially hearing them, Raven just wrote them off as just the cliche words you’re expected to hear when telling someone of relationship problems: “Maybe find the source of the issues.” “Things might calm down if you just talk to each other.” “Maybe there’s something that you both enjoy that you can bond over.”
Raven starts taking these things into consideration. Maybe they should try to find some middle ground between each other. Maybe it is time they actually start acting like family members who love each other instead of strangers who want nothing more than to see the other dead. It’ll be quite a start. Especially since she’s tapped out on ideas, herself.
After parking the car in the driveway, Raven takes a look at the windows of the house to examine it from the outside. Nothing seems to have moved, not a single light was recently turned on, the bike’s still gone, and there’s no remnants of any other vehicle in the driveway. She’s in the clear.
After making her soft scan, Raven steps out of her car and heads inside of her humble abode. She shuts the door and heads upstairs to her room. In her pursuit, she can’t help but make her mental predictions of how the upcoming conversation will go. And she knows for a fact it’ll be uncomfortable for the both of them. How do you casually talk about your own daughter kissing you out of the blue? What could cause that?
Finding it to be a tedious strain on her mind, she decides to just leave that problem for her future self. For now, she just decides to clear her mind with a good hot shower. So after closing her room door, she strips herself completely bare as she steps into her bathroom in preparation for her riveting well earned shower.
“Like, I can’t even take a leak without her being on my ass all the time!” Yang exclaims with fistfuls of her own hair, “Who the fuck does she think she is?! You get dicked down a few times, pop out a couple girls, fuck off to God knows where for God knows why for the majority of their lives, and just decide to step back in to stir up some trouble?! What sense does that make?! Who the hell is that dumb where they think that’s how you- She jus- ugh!”
Yang practically throws her head on the headrest in defeat as she tries to compose herself.
“Uh ... huh,” poor Blake replies, bringing her car to a stop and leaning on her steering wheel as she’s at a loss of words to console her friend, “Sounds like a real conundrum.”
“You have no idea. And what makes it worse is I think I’m getting the easy version. If she’s like this now, I can only imagine what my dad was going through. God, it’s a horrifying thought. That man should get some kind of compensation with that level of patience.”
“Hm ... Well, maybe that’s what you’re both missing.”
“Explain.”
“Well, with her constant controlling interference and your ... unyielding rebellion, no wonder you’re both clashing all the time. Like, look, you’re both living under that roof. That’s not changing. So why make it so uninhabitable for each other with all that exhaustion. I mean, have you guys actually ever even sat down and ... you know ... talked? Like, actually talked. No ad hominems, no scathing remarks, just a sit down chat?”
Yang doesn’t answer, taking her friend’s words into consideration. She’s right. Every word they’ve ever exchanged between one another has been nothing short of inflammatory words. There has never been any kind of civil discussion between the two.
“My point exactly,” Blake continues, “How do you expect that environment to be at all liveable if you two can’t even ... talk? Would that be too much for you both?”
“Easy for you to say. You’re not there. She initiates everything. It’s all ‘My roof’ this ‘I’m your mother’ that. How are we supposed to mediate if I can’t get a word in edgewise? Kinda defeats the whole purpose, doesn’t it?”
“Well, as much as I believe that’s not true, I’ll play along and pretend like it is.”
“Screw you, too.”
“In any case, the solution’s simple. Just show her that you’re trying. We don’t not know what’s going on in her head. Maybe she’s feeling guilty for walking out and this is her trying to make up for it, maybe she’s just that much of a controlling bitch. Regardless, you’ve gotta make the first move with maturing. Your anger feeds off of each other and that burns you both out and exhausts and frustrates you and the cycle repeats. So why not break that cycle and start the process of fixing the relationship by swallowing your pride and expressing to her that you’re sick of the fighting and you’re ready to grow up and move on like an adult?”
“Hmm ... You know what, that’s actually ... not as bad as I thought you’d make it sound ... But that’s too much work and touchy feely. And that’s gross.”
“Well, that’s just my suggestion. You’re your own person. Not only that, but you know the situation better than I do. So tackle it however you see fit.”
“Will do. See you girls tomorrow, alright?”
“Sounds like a plan.”
They exchange hugs before Yang steps out of the car and walks to the front door to the house with Blake driving off. On her way to the door, Yang takes notice of Raven’s car being in the driveway. And she doesn’t need to look at the time to know that it’s late as hell. And considering their inevitable conversation that’s already going to take place, the upcoming travesty that is her typical spiel of being late will just add to the impending doom. Yang can barely even stomach the thought. But it’s something she knows she’ll have to endure. So she takes a moment to mentally prepare herself before turning the knob and opening the door.
But to the blonde’s surprise, Raven’s nowhere to be found. Not in the living room, the banister, the kitchen, nowhere downstairs. Confused, she takes out her phone to see the time, thinking she may have miscalculated. However, she was right about it being late. It’s almost 10. So where could Raven be?
Deciding not to question it, Yang just closes the door and heads upstairs to her room. Maybe she’s just sleeping. So she’ll at least have the night to herself for peace. If only for a moment. Sure, tomorrow’s definitely gonna be when they’ll have their talk, but that’s tomorrow. Tonight’s Xenoverse grinding time.
After ascending the stairs, Yang barely even makes it two steps to her room before Raven’s door opens, putting a damper on Yang’s mood. Not only because her plans for playing her game have been abruptly and brutally murdered, but this also means that they are gonna talk after all. But those disappointing thoughts instantly come second once Yang sees what Raven’s wearing: her indistinguishable black silk bathrobe. Not nearly as revealing as what she previously conjured in her mind, but that doesn’t exactly make her feel any better.
“Hey,” Raven greets in a low tone, trying her best to be as non threatening as possible.
Yang can’t even respond. Her brain completely forgets how to form words or any other thought. All that’s going through her mind is that weird dream she had just a couple nights ago. It’s getting to the point where her mind is filling in the missing blanks of how Raven looked in her subconscious.
Raven, seeing the discomfort in her daughter’s face and mistaking it for her not wanting to converse, takes a breath before saying,
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