"The White Rose that holds A Mother's Promise"

"Hey, Short Stack." Qrow said as he hugged Summer from behind.

He pulled her in close, pressing a kiss to the petite rose’s shoulder. He took in her scent, chocolate chip cookies lightly accented by roses. After a long day, this is what he looked forward to.

The normally studious and dignified rose simply couldn't hold in her smile or infectious laughter. She allowed her companion's natural scent to wash over her, as the pleasant fragrance just seemed to make him just that little tad more desirable. Summer couldn't get enough of him, or what he smelled like. It may have been just a cologne he wore- but Qrow could cuddle her for hours as long as she had her face buried in his chest.

He kept pressing kisses to her cheek and neck.

Summer could feel her legs push together unconsciously, feeling his lips against her own. The sweet, petite rose could feel herself slipping over that edge, and a separate part of her couldn't wait to indulge in her beloved. She almost wished that the children weren't at home; just so she could make as much noise as she used to, during their days at Beacon.

Summer could feel him...but she was more so focused on the slowly hardening length pressed against her backside. She swayed her hips rhythmically, even pressing herself up against her love. She wanted Qrow so badly that her panties were downright soaked through, and the petite rose at least wanted to be on a bed before she blooms from pleasure.

Once positioned thusly, the petite rose shuddered underneath her companion's touch- ever yearning for the embrace of the avatar of misfortune that just so happened to be the luckiest thing that ever happened to her. Summer could barely contain her arousal. The adequately sized room seemed to smell sweet compared to the living room- a scent that could only come from the normally pure-hearted woman having thoughts that a god could only deem so....sinful.

He began to undo her corset, his fingers trying to quickly take off all the various knots and ties in the clothing. Once it was fully loosened, he took it off of her, and began to take off her dress.

The red-ombre haired woman stifled a giggle, hearing her lover's complaint. She covered her mouth, trying not to ruin the ashen-haired male's tempo- and honestly, she wanted him inside her more now than earlier.

"Hey, Short Stack." Qrow said as he hugged Summer from behind.

He pulled her in close, pressing a kiss to the petite rose’s shoulder. He took in her scent, chocolate chip cookies lightly accented by roses. After a long day, this is what he looked forward to.

The normally studious and dignified rose simply couldn't hold in her smile or infectious laughter. She allowed her companion's natural scent to wash over her, as the pleasant fragrance just seemed to make him just that little tad more desirable. Summer couldn't get enough of him, or what he smelled like. It may have been just a cologne he wore- but Qrow could cuddle her for hours as long as she had her face buried in his chest.

He kept pressing kisses to her cheek and neck.

Summer could feel her legs push together unconsciously, feeling his lips against her own. The sweet, petite rose could feel herself slipping over that edge, and a separate part of her couldn't wait to indulge in her beloved. She almost wished that the children weren't at home; just so she could make as much noise as she used to, during their days at Beacon.

Summer could feel him...but she was more so focused on the slowly hardening length pressed against her backside. She swayed her hips rhythmically, even pressing herself up against her love. She wanted Qrow so badly that her panties were downright soaked through, and the petite rose at least wanted to be on a bed before she blooms from pleasure.

Once positioned thusly, the petite rose shuddered underneath her companion's touch- ever yearning for the embrace of the avatar of misfortune that just so happened to be the luckiest thing that ever happened to her. Summer could barely contain her arousal. The adequately sized room seemed to smell sweet compared to the living room- a scent that could only come from the normally pure-hearted woman having thoughts that a god could only deem so....sinful.

"Hey, Short Stack." Qrow said as he hugged Summer from behind.

He pulled her in close, pressing a kiss to the petite rose’s shoulder. He took in her scent, chocolate chip cookies lightly accented by roses. After a long day, this is what he looked forward to.

The normally studious and dignified rose simply couldn't hold in her smile or infectious laughter. She allowed her companion's natural scent to wash over her, as the pleasant fragrance just seemed to make him just that little tad more desirable. Summer couldn't get enough of him, or what he smelled like. It may have been just a cologne he wore- but Qrow could cuddle her for hours as long as she had her face buried in his chest.

He kept pressing kisses to her cheek and neck.

Summer could feel her legs push together unconsciously, feeling his lips against her own. The sweet, petite rose could feel herself slipping over that edge, and a separate part of her couldn't wait to indulge in her beloved. She almost wished that the children weren't at home; just so she could make as much noise as she used to, during their days at Beacon.

Summer could feel him...but she was more so focused on the slowly hardening length pressed against her backside. She swayed her hips rhythmically, even pressing herself up against her love. She wanted Qrow so badly that her panties were downright soaked through, and the petite rose at least wanted to be on a bed before she blooms from pleasure.

"Hey, Short Stack." Qrow said as he hugged Summer from behind.

He pulled her in close, pressing a kiss to the petite rose’s shoulder. He took in her scent, chocolate chip cookies lightly accented by roses. After a long day, this is what he looked forward to.

The normally studious and dignified rose simply couldn't hold in her smile or infectious laughter. She allowed her companion's natural scent to wash over her, as the pleasant fragrance just seemed to make him just that little tad more desirable. Summer couldn't get enough of him, or what he smelled like. It may have been just a cologne he wore- but Qrow could cuddle her for hours as long as she had her face buried in his chest.

He kept pressing kisses to her cheek and neck.

Summer could feel her legs push together unconsciously, feeling his lips against her own. The sweet, petite rose could feel herself slipping over that edge, and a separate part of her couldn't wait to indulge in her beloved. She almost wished that the children weren't at home; just so she could make as much noise as she used to, during their days at Beacon.

"Hey, Short Stack." Qrow said as he hugged Summer from behind.

He pulled her in close, pressing a kiss to the petite rose’s shoulder. He took in her scent, chocolate chip cookies lightly accented by roses. After a long day, this is what he looked forward to.

The normally studious and dignified rose simply couldn't hold in her smile or infectious laughter. She allowed her companion's natural scent to wash over her, as the pleasant fragrance just seemed to make him just that little tad more desirable. Summer couldn't get enough of him, or what he smelled like. It may have been just a cologne he wore- but Qrow could cuddle her for hours as long as she had her face buried in his chest.

Police Got Him Again, Closed RP with Praevarumlucem

“In my experience, it’s never wise to be too discerning where the money comes from.” Wolf said, “He paid twice my usual rate.”

Wolf looked to her after a moment.

"No, I'm.... alright. Just adult business." The black-to-red haired woman reassured. Just adult business. Summer wished for it to be just business. Her son could have died at any point!

Police Got Him Again, Closed RP with Praevarumlucem

“In my experience, it’s never wise to be too discerning where the money comes from.” Wolf said, “He paid twice my usual rate.”

Police Got Him Again, Closed RP with Praevarumlucem

Summer couldn’t believe what she had heard. She could feel her blood boil with her emotions at such a fever pitch. Regardless, he was her child- and a mother should do all in her power to protect her child, and guide them. At least, Summer tried to hold herself to a higher standard.

The detectives lead Wolf out into the lobby area of the station, making sure to keep his hands bound up. When one of the detectives shoved him a bit harder he would have liked, he growled.

The white-clad huntress ran over, and wordlessly wrapped her arms around her darling child. So much ran through the woman’s mind, but at the forefront of it all…was a mother concerned for her child.

He took a breath as she pulled him in close, but he knew the anger was going to come sooner rather then later.

Summer nearly boiled over at the sheer mention of Qrow aiding in…..whatever all this was suppposed to be! To the huntress, it didn’t matter what had gone wrong, or if her son had “botched a job”. In her eyes, she deserved answers- and whatever he didn’t tell her now….

“No need to yell.” He pouted, rubbying, “My ears are still ringing from that shootout I was in…” 

“I’m sorry….you were in a what, young man?!” Summer snapped yet again, as the driver side door shut. Summer couldn’t believe how upset she had been, and especially that she had been left in the dark about it all.

“IT WAS FOR YOUR OWN SAFETY!” he yelled at her, “IF YOU KNEW WHAT I AM, YOU WOULD BE IN THE FIRING LINE TOO!” 

“They could go after me, yes.” Summer finished, knowing exactly where this was going.

“I just… I’ve lost so much in my life already, mom…” He said, “I don’t want to lose you too… especially not to the kind of people I tend to hired by.” 

“And you shouldn’t shoulder all of this yourself. What happens to you if something goes wrong?” Summer questioned, raising an eyebrow.

He sighed at that, leaning into her hand.

Summer had put her worries aside for the moment, allowing her son this moment of lament. She had finally gotten through, albeit with having to show a different side of her that she had never planned on doing.

He hugged her back.

And the name made her want to storm up to Atlas with Qrow in tow. As much as Summer would have loved to get in contact with him at some point and chew his ear off; Oum knows Qrow nor Tai would allow her to get into some kind of trouble while raising her children.

He raised an eyebrow at that.

"That's how James has always been. Swears everything he does is for "the good of Vale". " Summer sighed, twirling a lock of hair around her finger. James Ironwood frustrated her to no end. Anyone could see that the path he walked would lead to...less than savory results.

Police Got Him Again, Closed RP with Praevarumlucem

Summer couldn’t believe what she had heard. She could feel her blood boil with her emotions at such a fever pitch. Regardless, he was her child- and a mother should do all in her power to protect her child, and guide them. At least, Summer tried to hold herself to a higher standard.

The detectives lead Wolf out into the lobby area of the station, making sure to keep his hands bound up. When one of the detectives shoved him a bit harder he would have liked, he growled.

The white-clad huntress ran over, and wordlessly wrapped her arms around her darling child. So much ran through the woman’s mind, but at the forefront of it all…was a mother concerned for her child.

He took a breath as she pulled him in close, but he knew the anger was going to come sooner rather then later.

Summer nearly boiled over at the sheer mention of Qrow aiding in…..whatever all this was suppposed to be! To the huntress, it didn’t matter what had gone wrong, or if her son had “botched a job”. In her eyes, she deserved answers- and whatever he didn’t tell her now….

“No need to yell.” He pouted, rubbying, “My ears are still ringing from that shootout I was in…” 

“I’m sorry….you were in a what, young man?!” Summer snapped yet again, as the driver side door shut. Summer couldn’t believe how upset she had been, and especially that she had been left in the dark about it all.

“IT WAS FOR YOUR OWN SAFETY!” he yelled at her, “IF YOU KNEW WHAT I AM, YOU WOULD BE IN THE FIRING LINE TOO!” 

“They could go after me, yes.” Summer finished, knowing exactly where this was going.

“I just… I’ve lost so much in my life already, mom…” He said, “I don’t want to lose you too… especially not to the kind of people I tend to hired by.” 

“And you shouldn’t shoulder all of this yourself. What happens to you if something goes wrong?” Summer questioned, raising an eyebrow.

He sighed at that, leaning into her hand.

Summer had put her worries aside for the moment, allowing her son this moment of lament. She had finally gotten through, albeit with having to show a different side of her that she had never planned on doing.

He hugged her back.

And the name made her want to storm up to Atlas with Qrow in tow. As much as Summer would have loved to get in contact with him at some point and chew his ear off; Oum knows Qrow nor Tai would allow her to get into some kind of trouble while raising her children.

Police Got Him Again, Closed RP with Praevarumlucem

Summer couldn’t believe what she had heard. She could feel her blood boil with her emotions at such a fever pitch. Regardless, he was her child- and a mother should do all in her power to protect her child, and guide them. At least, Summer tried to hold herself to a higher standard.

The detectives lead Wolf out into the lobby area of the station, making sure to keep his hands bound up. When one of the detectives shoved him a bit harder he would have liked, he growled.

The white-clad huntress ran over, and wordlessly wrapped her arms around her darling child. So much ran through the woman’s mind, but at the forefront of it all…was a mother concerned for her child.

He took a breath as she pulled him in close, but he knew the anger was going to come sooner rather then later.

Summer nearly boiled over at the sheer mention of Qrow aiding in…..whatever all this was suppposed to be! To the huntress, it didn’t matter what had gone wrong, or if her son had “botched a job”. In her eyes, she deserved answers- and whatever he didn’t tell her now….

“No need to yell.” He pouted, rubbying, “My ears are still ringing from that shootout I was in…” 

“I’m sorry….you were in a what, young man?!” Summer snapped yet again, as the driver side door shut. Summer couldn’t believe how upset she had been, and especially that she had been left in the dark about it all.

“IT WAS FOR YOUR OWN SAFETY!” he yelled at her, “IF YOU KNEW WHAT I AM, YOU WOULD BE IN THE FIRING LINE TOO!” 

“They could go after me, yes.” Summer finished, knowing exactly where this was going.

“I just… I’ve lost so much in my life already, mom…” He said, “I don’t want to lose you too… especially not to the kind of people I tend to hired by.” 

“And you shouldn’t shoulder all of this yourself. What happens to you if something goes wrong?” Summer questioned, raising an eyebrow.

He sighed at that, leaning into her hand.

Summer had put her worries aside for the moment, allowing her son this moment of lament. She had finally gotten through, albeit with having to show a different side of her that she had never planned on doing.