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Sense of Semblance	By : sandman-nobody Category: +M through R > RWBY Views: 132765 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 7
Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY. I am not making any money from this fanfiction.

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A/N: Okay, so first I want to take a moment to thank each and every person who was kind enough to leave a follow, favorite, and review. Nothing makes me happier than to see people enjoying my story and looking to read more.
Next I want to apologize for the long wait. I’ve probably written this chapter four times in four different ways. But that’s only because I this is what kind of sets the tone for the entire story.
The good news is, if you read this chapter and like it, you don’t anything to worry about. Jaune won’t being going any further with girls without their permission than he does in this chapter. Sit back, relax, and enjoy.
Tag(s): Time-Stop, Groping, Light-Petting, Public-masturbation.
Girl(s): Weiss
Words: 14076
Chapter 4 – To Melt a Snow Angel
“Okay…” a hesitant sounding voice started, “how about this one?
“Loving it!” another returned.
“Um, alright. What about this?”
“You are working that color!”
“This?”
“That’s it! That’s the one! You are H-O-T, hot!” Blushing despite himself, Jaune threw the shirt he’s been holding against his chest to the bed and glared at the grinning redhead.
“Nora, this isn’t very helpful if you just compliment everything I choose!” Said girl shrugged her shoulders, happily watching from her own bed while her teammate struggled to choose a simple shirt.
“What can I say? I’m not a picky girl.”
The entirety of team JNPR rested in their dorms after a long day of schooling. Jaune stood alone in front of the closet’s full-length mirror, clothes spread around him in a chaotic mess. Nora rested on her stomach, legs gleefully kicking in the air while Ren sat watching the show, seeming more confused than anything.
“Ren, Thoughts?” Jaune tried, hoping that the only other man in the room could give him a little insight. Unfortunately, he wasn’t going to be as helpful as the blond hoped.
“It’s…” the quiet boy paused, seeming to search for the right words, “a shirt?” Curling his brow even further, it was clear the dark haired boy failed to appreciate the finer points of fashion. He and Nora really were made for each other.
“Pyrrha, you’re my last hope. Anything to add?” Nora looked ready to speak again. “Anything helpful!” he specified. Nora closed her mouth.
Out of everyone in the room, Pyrrha looked to be the most out of place. Still dressed in her school clothes in bed, she sat cross-legged with her face bent towards her lap. Trying her best to hide it, a dark cloud lingered over her deep red head – so thickly, one could almost expect actual rain to begin peppering the furniture around her.
At the sound of her name, she looked up, pain clear in her eyes to everyone but the blond. News of his date had not been accepted well. And even while putting on a brave face, fear seemed to consume the once thought invincible girl as she realized the point of her affection could be taken away before she ever had the chance to tell him how she felt. And now, all she could think about was all the time she wasted, hiding and keeping her heart hidden.
“Just tell me one more time, Weiss really agreed to go on a date? Just like that?” She tried not to sound too shocked, but Jaune didn’t seem to care. A smile on his face, he nodded while appearing to exhume happiness. The light to Pyrrha’s shadow.
“It took some… persuasion. But yea, more or less.” He held up the collard button down against his chest and stared at his reflection, trying to see what Weiss eventually would. “But I don’t think I’m going to get a second chance. So it’s really important that I impress her tonight. Any ideas?”
As much as she cared for and believed in Jaune, Pyrrha had never once thought his affection for Weiss would be returned. Not that he was lacking in any way. But more in that, she did not find Weiss to be the type of girl who would appreciate the qualities she saw in her blond leader every day. So now, the thought of her snapping him up like some kind of Nevermore left the warrior queen grasping. While also desperately fighting the urge to reach for her weapon, go across the hall, and claim what was hers.
“Let me,” she finally decided instead.
The room watched the young woman approach the closet and rifle through the small selection still hanging up. She seemed to consider for a moment before pulling out a long sleeved button up, classy, but not overdressed. She handed it to him doing her best to smile.
“There, try this. She won’t be able to resist.” Unknown to the two, on the other side of the room, Nora and Ren gave each other a shared look of sorrow, silently pitying the poor girl. “It brings out your eyes.” Pyrrha stared at them, sighing internally. Her expression showed an emotion of care and longing that sent a painful stab echoing through her chest. Jaune just smiled.
“You’re a lifesaver.” He grinned. Without thinking, his arms reached out to embrace his partner. Eyes wide, she felt his arms around her and her pain increase. She slowly returned the gesture, only to tightly pin the boy against her when her arms finally encased his broad back.
“I’m happy to help.” What a lie that was.
With his wardrobe no longer an issue, Jaune went about finishing the last preparations for his date. His wallet was secured in his back pocket. His hair was combed to perfection. And after the seventh reassurance that his breath was indeed minty fresh, he deemed himself presentable for his fair maiden. With one last wave to his team, the three members offered a heartfelt good luck before sending him off across the hall.
Jaune stood in front of team RWBY’s dorm, smiling as best he could despite the unease chewing through his stomach. It was like riding an airship all over again. Except if he threw up this time, he might have to freeze time and spend the rest of his days wandering the earth. Hopefully, it wouldn’t come to that.
Three quick wraps on the door and Jaune pulled back. Not a second later, the door swung open to reveal a grinning, positively ecstatic blonde young woman.
“Weiiiiiiss,” she sang, “your date is here to pick you up!”
Dressed in his baby blue shirt and dark pants, Jaune couldn’t help but feel like he was fourteen again. Nervously waiting for his middle school date to come to the door to the dance. Yang, featuring the overbearing parent, was all too happy to play her part. Especially at her teammate's expense. “Oh! Look how he dressed up! Weiss!” Said girl made a point of jabbing the girl painfully in the ribs with her elbow, forcing her way to the door.
“I’m five feet away you oaf,” she glared. “Clearly I can see who is at the door.” As much as she would have liked to keep this debacle from her teammates, it was fairly clear they would catch wind of it eventually. Better to tell them now than have it spring up some other time. Though, now that she was experiencing the full brunt of Yang’s teasing, she was seriously regretting that decision.
His date coming into view, Jaune perked up immediately. Long white hair only made more striking by her equally pale complexion. Despite her amazing strength, she looked so small and dainty, almost like a doll.
Unlike himself, she hadn’t seemed to bother picking out any kind of outfit. Choosing instead to wear the familiar snowflake embroidered jacket and combat dress. Hardly disappointing, its low neckline especially appealed to his less than honorable half. The pale material followed the natural curve of her breasts. And while not nearly as blessed as Yang in that area, her petite curves fit her frame to give her, her own type of appeal.
‘Time to make a good first impression…’
Stood in the doorway, Weiss seemed to take in his attire with something close to mild disinterest. Not that she would have said anything even if she was impressed. Grasping for the power in his center, he felt his aura flare around the point before bearing down. Time itself tightened and tensed, forcing everything but the smiling boy to grind to a halt.
The picturesque scene of smiling faces remained even as Jaune stepped toward his date. Unlike her peers, the snow queen wasn’t quite so excited by his arrival. As evidenced by her narrowed eyes and pinched lips. To the boy, it was no less beautiful.
He’d been giving the evening a lot of thought. Though, that didn’t mean he was prepared for the real thing. And standing in front of his crush, the only thing standing between them being the few layer of clothing, Jaune couldn’t stop his heart rate from increasing. The entirety of his attention trained on the gentle hill of her bosom.
The subtle curve of her breasts pushed against the light-blue cloth. Black frills splayed out from its plunging neckline if only there to hide the cleavage. The jacket aside, her outfit was entirely strapless. Meaning it would be all too easy to ease the material around her waist and free her breasts.
Hands stubbornly on her hips, he didn’t even need to angle her posture. His chin just reached the top of her head, only further marking how tiny the powerhouse really stood against him. Hands reached out, his ears burned a light pink. He settled on the relative safety of her ribs just below her pert mounds. Even this much earned a small shiver of delight.
Innocent enough, this was still closer than he’d ever gotten to the frigid teen. The stale air around them shifted enough with his movements to carry her soft lavender scent. Her skin was warm through her clothes. Shifting his grip, the teen raised his hands until his thumbs hooked over the top of her gown. And even then he could feel the transition of her collar to the softer mounds he would be exploring.
Just over his date’s shoulder the ever-grinning face of Yang still beamed. His attention drifted to her for a just a moment, a silent thank you cast out as he remembered he had her to thank for making this possible. Without her helpful advice, there would be no way he’d be bold enough to attempt something as daring as removing Weiss’ top.
If he were honest, he knew perfectly well what he was doing was wrong. But that only meant, when he did get Weiss to fall for him, he could make it up to her by being the best boyfriend he could be. He’d only go as far as he needed to, that decision had already been made long before anything else had been decided. That being said, even if there was an amount of guilt on his conscious, he saw no reason not enjoy the actions as they were done. And watching Weiss’ dress give, and seeing more of her skin come into view, Jaune knew he couldn’t say he wasn’t enjoying it.
The material slipped over down just as easily as he’d expected. The curves of her breasts gave way to a narrow waist, making it a simple matter to pool around her womanly hips. Left in only a strapless bra, it was still enough to leave Jaune wide eyes and breathless.
This far into his teenage years, Jaune never really thought of himself as a pervert. Sure, he’d always appreciated the female form. But never any more than the next guy. But after his teammates, Yang, and now Weiss he was finding it hard pressed to uphold that argument.
A simple band of black fabric wrapped around her breasts bound her curves into place. Unlike Yang, she didn’t seem quite so keen to going commando. Appreciative all the same, it’s what laid underneath that Jaune sought. He didn’t even need to bother removing the garment. Instead, he just pulled it down like the rest.
As much as he enjoyed what he was doing, that didn’t mean that it was without purpose. Tonight he couldn’t have Weiss be the same stubborn woman he’d fallen for. He couldn’t have her seeing him as nothing more than the mooning teenage boy. And to make sure that happened, he decided it would be best to go on the offensive.
Let her feel the slight tingle of pleasure the moment she set eyes on him. Let her breath catch in her throat before she ever has the chance to lash out. Given enough motivation, even she couldn’t deny she felt something for him. And that was all he needed. A chance. An opportunity to show her how devoted, and earnest a boyfriend he would make.
As Weiss’ breasts spilled into view Jaune fully intended to complete what he intended. But first, he knew he would need at least take a moment to appreciate the view. After all, it’s not like he didn’t have the time.
Just as pale as the rest of her, the bright pink tips stood out like two lighthouses in a world of fog. Slightly reddish, their size was just as small as the rest of her. Marked by thumb sized areola and pebble-shaped nipples. Their domed shape beckoned to him to reach out. And he did just that, his hands settling perfectly around their soft texture. Before anything else, he allowed himself to indulge in a gentle squeeze, the supple orb molding to his strong, callused fingers.
The wispy surface of his aura rushed onto her pale globes as though it was acting at the behest of his intentions. Waking to the feel of his touch, her already warm flesh was defenseless against his attention. After a few minutes of being kneaded by the young man’s hands, the perk skin began to flush with subtle color, as well as a building warmth connected to her very core.
The first thing Jaune noticed as he felt his crush’s chest was how differently the flesh filled his hands compared to the much bustier Yang. The smallest on her team, even behind a girl two years her junior, it would make sense. Though, Jaune couldn’t help but marvel at the sensations. Whereas Yang’s breasts had swallowed his fingers with little resistance, in comparison this tender tissue seemed to fight back just a smidge. The womanly shape felt wonderfully firm and pert.
Still soft and malleable, Jaune enjoyed himself all the same. Rolling her breasts in his palm, he was just happy to have two bests to compare at all. If someone told him he’d even get to touch one the day before last he would have wept tears of joy.
Jaune continued to enjoy himself right up until the end. Perhaps even a bit more than he intended. Slightly swollen and flushed a soft pink, no matter what she thought of him, her body seemed to approve.
He was satisfied that he’d done his job and stepped back. It wasn’t like he was trying to get her to jump him from over the table, after all. He just needed to inspire a spark of arousal. Just enough for her to question herself and open up to the possibility of his company. After that, his blinding wit and charm would do the rest. Probably.
He gave her nude upper body one last lingering glance before fixing her back up back to how he’d found her. It was a shame, but he took solace in the fact that, by the end of the night, he’d have ample opportunity to coax the girl into a more reasonable disposition.
Bras and dresses were still very much a mystery to the inexperienced boy. Hopefully, her dress wouldn’t fall the moment he released his ability. And yet, at the same time, he couldn’t find himself minding the possibility either.
Time returning, Weiss awoke to the same irritable state; while completely unaware that anything was amiss. Stuck between two blond idiots, she found herself eyeing Jaune’s attempt at dressing himself with what could only be called contempt.
The blue of his shirt matched his eyes nicely, though she would never admit it. And it fit off his gangly limbs well enough that the budding frame of muscles shown through. Even the Nevermore nest he called a head of hair had been tamed to a partial degree. All in all, the white-haired girl was rueful to admit he’d done a fair job cleaning himself up.
Lost in her own thoughts, she unconsciously moved to cross her arms over her chest. That same instant, the new sensations of sensitive skin made itself known as the thoughtless action forced a small burst pleasure through her body. Tinted a soft pink, the color flowed up her gown and into her collar.
So unexpected, her already tight expression furled even more. Shifting one more time, her surprise turned to horror as the satin material of her underwear left a small ache of satisfaction as it shifted over her breasts. Eyes wide, she looked down at herself, trying and failing to understand what could be causing the reaction.
“Ohhh!” Yang’s voice suddenly boomed. “Looks like somebody likes what they see.” Cheeks warm and face turned downward, it would seem to anyone that she’d suddenly found herself taken by the moment.
It took much longer than she would have liked to realize that the gorilla was talking about her. But when she did, Weiss didn’t hesitate to rear back, the color in her cheeks darkening that much more as she shot the blonde a scathing glare.
“I assure you, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She scoffed. All the while doing her best to fight back the heat in her face. ‘What a ridiculous notion.’ She continued in the privacy of her mind. As stubborn as ever, a kind of shiver tingled over her shoulders and down her back. The effect was as enjoyable as it was frustrating. Which only made her want to stomp her foot that harder.
“You look nice too, Weiss.” Jaune chipped in, only adding to her irritation.
“What?” she barked. Catching him eye her blouse she couldn’t help but be a little defensive. After all, this date might as well be a hostage situation. Did he really think she was going to go out of her way just for tonight? Ha, no thank you. The sooner it was over, the better.
“Nothing!” Jaune quickly answered, putting his smile back to where it had been. “You just look beautiful is all,” his grin turned devious as he raised an eyebrow. “As always.” Weiss scoffed at his attempt and brushed past him into the hall.
“You are officially on the clock.” Over her shoulder, her pale blue eyes met his own. “And hurry up? I’m hungry.” With that, she sauntered forward not even bothering to look and see if he was following. All the while doing her best to ignore the way her breasts moved with each step. Not even two minutes in and she was already praying for the night to end.
“Oh!” Jaune gasped and turned back into the room. Yang still smiled deviously while the other two watched from inside the room. “Before I forget.” Briefly sprinting back into his room, he ignored the looks from his teammates and grabbed a small bag he’d left on his bed. Returning to the all-female dorm, he pushed past the buxom blonde and towards a seated brunette.
“As promised,” he grinned, giving the girl a smile. Ruby blinked down at the bag of cookies and frowned, markedly less excited than she’d been that morning. “I couldn’t have done this without you.” Staring up at his smiling face, the young woman’s frown only deepened.
With Weiss waiting, he didn’t bother sticking around. “Thanks again!” He called out, rushing out the door. Ruby watched him leave before turning back to the bag of sweets sitting in her lap. Glum-faced, her bed shifted with the weight of her sister sitting down next to her.
“Want a glass of milk?” Yang offered, not bothering to question her little sister’s unusual silence. Ruby frowned, but after a moment nodded her head. Yang wrapped her arm around her in a brief but tight hug before moving to get her sister’s drink.
Ah, to be young again.
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Catching up to Weiss the two continued out of the academy and towards the city. Thankfully close enough not to require airships, Jaune doubted any amount of powers would help him if he ended up throwing up on his date. Weiss didn’t care to comment on the lengthy stroll, preferring to avoid looking at the blond entirely.
Without anyone egging her on she was willing to acknowledge, in the privacy of her own mind, that the fool in front of her impressed her, if only for a moment. However, his appearance had never been the real issue, if she allowed herself to think on it. There was certainly nothing outright wrong with him, besides his complete lack of manors and class, of course. There just wasn’t anything that particularly interested her either.
Still, that moment of weakness was behind her. And now she could focus on surviving the next, she glanced at her watch, fifty-five minutes and three seconds. After that, she would be free, and Jaune could turn his attention of the next unfortunate girl.
Jaune led the both of them through the streets accepting Weiss’ silence with surprising ease. To be perfectly honest, she’d expected the worst. That being, him constantly nagging for her attention. Inane stories she never asked for. Pointless small talk that would do more to irritate her than entertain. He even refrained from his usual barrage of galling pet names. Not that she was complaining of course. If they could go the night without a single word, she’d be tickled pink. It was more the way he carried himself that left her staring.
If he were simply struck dumber by his nerves that would be one thing. But by his confident gate and easy expression, the blond almost seemed relaxed, which was nothing like what she was used to seeing. If nothing else, she almost would have preferred his usually sweaty self. At least then she’d know what to expect.
Before Weiss could think on it too long, the restaurant of his choice came into view, earning a look of honest surprise. Everything else seemed to fade away as she shot the boy an inquiring stare.
“Really?” she turned to ask him. “Here?”
Just another building in a long strip of shops and stores, a bold sign was hung just above the open door reading, Ginger’s House. Certainly not the most expensive restaurant in town, but it was still better than most their age bothered spending.
Jaune was proud to finally hear something close to recognition in her tone, even if it was a little insulting. He answered her with a smile that was only slightly smug.
“Expecting a burger and fries?” he led her inside the door, to which she was reluctant to follow.
Soft candles lit the room from the center of each table. Drapes of red hung off of each wall in a way that seemed to make the room glow. Here and there, other couples could be seen seated together and enjoying a romantic evening. The atmosphere was almost too warm. Especially when Weiss remembered who she would be spending it with.
“Yes, in fact,” she hummed, “minus the fries.” Jaune snorted, glad to have something close to a conversation in the making. She sent the boy a sidelong glance, the heat in her chest still present enough to make her shift uncomfortably.
It seemed he was intent on making the most of their evening. She simply hoped he wasn’t going out of his way. With a spark of fear, her mind drifted. He wouldn’t go too far just to impress her, would he? That fear only grew when she realized that yes, yes he would.
“You…” she paused, careful at how she wanted to word this, “can afford this, can’t you? Because I’m just going to tell you now, starving for the next month won’t make me any more interested in you.” Jaune looked up at her, blinking. After a moment his face broke into an honest smile.
“Weiss,” laughter glimmered in his eyes, “didn’t know you cared.” When her nervousness turned to indignation, he laughed that much harder.
“You don’t have to worry about my wallet, Weiss. We won’t have to scrub dishes just to pay for our meal.” She didn’t look convinced, dubiously recalling his cheap clothing and armor. As if reading her mind, the young man sighed, considering what he wanted to say, before continuing.
“Let’s just say I made sure to save up some money before I ran- I mean, left for Beacon.” He had to, after all. Professionally forged acceptance letters to Beacon weren’t cheap. Unfortunately, his answer failed to satisfy the nervous edge in his date’s belly who continued to frown at the upper-middle-class atmosphere. It was nothing compared to what she was used to, obviously. But it was still enough to give her pause.
After a brief wait, the woman standing before a podium called them over. Asking for a name, Arc was smoothly supplied; met with a welcoming smile. Weiss half expected to be escorted back into the street. Instead, they were waved in, led past the number of other dinners before being placed in a booth off in the corner. Weiss would have much-preferred something a little less private but didn’t allow herself to say the words out loud.
“Allow me,” Weiss stood by as Jaune went through the motion of pulling out her seat. An irritatingly flirtatious smile on his face, she was half tempted to take the other chair just on principle. Still, he was trying to be polite. Trying being the word to pay attention to. She wasn’t about to lower herself even further than the blond fool. So, being the lady that she was, she held her head up high and accepted his offered hand before lowering herself into the seat. That is, she would have, if not for time and space bending to the will of a seventeen-year-old boy.
The flickering light of the candle on their table froze in an instant. The quiet rumble of conversation in the background stopped as though a knife had cleaved through it. All of this left Jaune standing in the candlelit room, the same smile on his face and his attention drawn to the small, pale hand still clutched in his own.
She’d seen him, and she felt a spark of pleasure. Touching him, however, would deserve a bit… stronger of a reaction. Nothing extreme, but if his last attempt had left her flustered, this should defiantly make her stumble.
He brushed his thumb over her knuckles enjoying the soft skin. It was hard to imagine just how much damage this hand was capable of. But then, Jaune already knew her as the powerful huntress that she was. What he was interested in getting to know was a tad more intimate.
Like before he took his time undoing her shirt, the soft mounds of her breasts spilling into view. They’d retained their flushed appearance. Which was good to know. The way she’d acted, it was hard to think she was walking around with this to nag on her. But then, she was a Schnee. Jaune simply picked up right where he’d left off. His fingers immediately seeking out the malleable nubs of her nipples.
The whole of her breast easily fit his hands. Massaging them in light, circular motions, the tips seemed to darken from the light pink to a harsher color. And the small, elegant shape swelled and stretched until they stood on end.
It was definitely a sight Jaune never thought he’d ever see. The prim and proper girl, topless and visibly aroused. The bright red nubs almost seemed out of place on the composed face she was putting on. But that just made it more interesting. He finished up after another moment of fun, just to make sure. But he needed to remember why he was going through with this.
If he just wanted sex, he could simply have her right then and there. But Jaune prided himself knowing that even with the allowances he’d given himself thus far, he would never fall so far from the boy that dreamed of being a hero. That could be easily achieved, as wrong as it was. But no, his goal was something far more elusive and valuable.
What he wanted was her heart.
Weiss blinked, her haughty expression just a bit lighter when she felt her hand land in her date’s. Large and warm, there was nothing overtly disturbing about it. It was more that she’d allowed herself to be put in a position where it was necessary. Her sister would be so disappointed.
Halfway between lowering herself towards her chair and rolling her eyes, she became aware of the sudden ache in her breasts and their tips. Not at all the semi-painful strain of overtaxed muscled. But rather, what she was feeling could only be described as a throbbing, radiating sensation that spread through her like wildfire.
Eyes wide, her breath stopped in her throat. Which was good, because it was the only thing keeping the startled mewl of pleasure from making its way past her dignified lips. She nearly doubled over, thankful for the chair beneath her to keep her from falling on her rear in public. Her awareness of her own chest was never more obvious. But it was all she could do to keep from grabbing them in a useless attempt at protecting herself.
“Is everything alright?” Jaune’s voice made itself know. Face a molten red, the young woman looked towards him but didn’t quite have the nerve to open her pinched lips. “I’m happy to see you like holding my hand so much, but I think I’ll need it to eat.” He teased. “Or keep it. I’m happy either way.” she turned to look at their still conjoined hands, her own instinctively squeezing down on his own. She immediately pulled away. So quickly one could have guessed he was made of fire.
“I’m fine!” she snapped, entirely too sharp considering the innocence of his question. All the same, Weiss wasn’t in a state of mind to think rationally – the opposite, actually. Her heart was pounding in her chest. Whatever was wrong with her seemed to spread to the worst of places. From the tips of her breasts to the nape of her neck, and, worst of all, between her legs. Face clenched, it was becoming increasingly difficult to deny what was happening to her.
Contrary to popular belief, Weiss Schnee was no stranger to arousal. A young woman in her own right, she’d gone through all the same hormone-fueled bouts with temptation as any other girl her age. The only difference? She’d been taught to deal with them quietly and privately after having been caught indulging only once by her older sister at the ripe age of fourteen. So, to suddenly feel her body come alive in public, and on a date of all places, the young woman found herself vastly unequipped to deal with the situation.
More than anything else, she just wished knew why it was happening.
“Maybe you should take off your jacket?” Jaune supplied. “You look a little warm.” And as much as Weiss wanted to snap at him, in her elevated state the fabric seemed too clingy and constricting. She could already feel a bit of sweat building on her forehead and collar. While she loved her clothing, white tended to do embarrassing things when wet. And she found herself nodding in a terse motion.
In her chair, she shrugged out of the material. Finally free she couldn’t help but sigh in relief. The cool air against her heated skin was a small blessing. She had to resist the urge to fan her baking cheeks. Without the extra layer, she was left in what basically amounted to a strapless dress. Perfectly acceptable for the evening at hand. If a bit more than she wanted to allow the boy to see.
“Here, I can check it out front. Go ahead and start looking at the menu. Try not to miss me too much?” he gave another one of his goofy grins, and Weiss responded with a dead stare.
“One stain and you’re taking it to the cleaners,” was all she said before thrusting the garment forward. Jaune didn’t seem to mind her attitude in the least, accepting the bundle of white cloth with ease. His fingers just happened to brush along her own, the innocuous action becoming anything but as Weiss found her ‘condition’ spiking in a sudden rush.
Last time she’d been able to keep her voice from announcing what was happening to her body. This time she wasn’t quite so lucky. A mixture between distress and pleasure bleeding through. Jaune, pretending he hadn’t heard a thing, simply continued his grin.
“Back in a sec,” and wandered away he perfectly aware of the pair of the ice blue eyes widely staring at his retreating form.
Heart pounding, nipples tingling, Weiss expression was impossibly wide as she tried to rationalize what had just happened. It had only lasted a second, even less than that, but the results were the same. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, something about Jaune was making her into… this. And she wasn’t quite sure what think about that.
‘I’m sick,’ she rationalized, ‘very, very sick.’ It was the only explanation she would accept considering the circumstances. And it was definitely preferable. A hospital had to be better than discovering you were attracted to Jaune Arc.
She shivered, the mere thought enough to unsettle her stomach. The rest of her body seemed to disagree, however, as another wave assaulted her every sense. The epicenter of which focused on the juncture between her thighs. It was to her growing horror that she recognized the familiar dampness of arousal blooming in her underwear.
‘How could this be happening?’ Her answer, unfortunately, came in the easy gait of the blonde. Her mind seeming to leave her as he took his seat across from her
“Anything look good?” he smiled. She didn’t dare answer.
This didn’t make any sense. None of it made any sense. She’d spent how many months turning him down? What with his drab clothing and pathetic attempts at romance, it certainly hadn’t been difficult. So what had changed? What was different about the nervous, awkward teenage boy she’d come to tolerate, and the… guy sitting in front of her. She intended to find out.
“You seem… different,” she finally voiced, eyes narrowed as she stared at him. Jaune, hearing her skepticism felt his smile freeze on his face. The two stare at each other like this for a time, before Weiss finally continued, “Why?”
Jaune stopped for a moment, stumbling for the first time that night. However, rather than flounder and break into a nervous sweat as he’d been known to do, his composure returned shockingly fast. A thoughtful expression taking its place.
“Well,” he started, and seemed to consider his words carefully. Weiss could feel her heart still thumping against the front of her chest. Despite everything she did to put these… feelings aside and focus on the blond boy in front of her.
“Would you believe me if I said I have a new lease on life?” His smile was bashful, if only because he knew exactly how flippant a response he’d given. Weiss seemed to mirror his thoughts as her brow furled in an unsatisfied frown. He shrugged before beginning. “When I first came to Beacon, I was looking for answers. I guess you could say I found a few.”
“And those answers led to you asking me to dinner?” came Weiss dubious reply. He could say he was a changed man all he wanted, but from where she was sitting he was still just the same incessant annoyance he’d always been. Rather than flinch away, Weiss felt her cheeks brighten at the sudden warmth in his gaze as he turned his full grin in her direction.
“They told me not to waste any time.” He leaned on the table, shoulders hunching in a way that should be Neanderthal-esque, but Weiss found herself actually admiring. “To stop holding myself back and bottling everything up. Sooner or later it all comes out in some way. And I decided it was time to stop going after things half-cocked.”
It wasn’t… the worst mentality to have, Weiss conceded. And certainly displayed a certain level of maturity most boys his age sorely lacked. Deplorable table manners aside, Weiss found her heightened state of arousal allowing thoughts that might otherwise not have surfaced flow to the forefront of her mind. The worse being that he was actually beginning to fill out his once gangly frame nicely. Her eyes blinked rapidly to banish it away. But Jaune wasn’t done.
“Weiss, I know you don’t think you like me. And even if that turns out to be true, that’s fine.” A small lie. And Weiss seemed to sense it as her eyes narrowed against him. “Because, if nothing else, I get to say that I got a date with the most beautiful, and one of the strongest huntresses in Remnant. Further than I ever got before, right?”
“If you think compliments are going to make me reconsider anything than you better have a plan B, mister.” Came Weiss’ biting reply. Though, something about her tone seemed to lack its usual stinging cold. If only because of her cheery red cheeks.
The heiress turned away from the blonde, indignation chewing at her patience. Honestly, did he really think that was all it took? She’d been called beautiful all of her life, and by men with much more charm than his pathetic attempt. Unfortunately, that only raised the question of why she couldn’t meet his eyes.
Making an attempt, her heart picked up, and this time it had nothing to do with Jaune’s gift. How many times had she been forced to sit through the faked goodwill and forced compliments of those looking to gain her family’s favor? That being said, this was the first time she’d seen anyone appear so… genuine. And that, she found, was more than enough to twist her stomach.
The way he looked at her made her uncomfortable, which was why she couldn’t meet his brilliant smile. Not to say he leered at her like some young men felt entitled to. But more in that she could actually see the truth in his eyes. He really thought of her as beautiful, though that wasn’t really news. Perhaps what touched her even more was that he actually recognized her prowess as a huntress. Something her own father couldn’t even manage to do.
“So, what do you like to do in your spare time?” The question came from nowhere, and Weiss found her brow furling because of it. Torn from her own thoughts the iridescent brilliance of his blue eyes seemed to have lessened allowing her to return to her comfortable terse disposition.
“You asked me a question,” Jaune reminded her, seeing the confused tilt of her head. To which she just blinked. “Now it’s my turn. A dates a date even if it’s only once. And I want to get to know you better. So…?” He stopped, waiting for her to answer his attempt at small talk. Which she did, after five long moments of cautious consideration.
She’d made an earlier remark about dreading such inane activities as small talk. But to her surprise, the words came easily and unforced. The two’s dinner went by well enough, all things considered. The food was good, and the topics remained light-hearted. Each time it was his turn to ask her something about herself, he stayed to her interests and preferences, all but forgetting about her family or her life before coming to Beacon.
Whether by coincidence or on purpose Weiss couldn’t rightly say. But because of this, she found herself actually relaxing halfway through the meal, finding the blond easy to talk to and endeared by the fact that he actually seemed interested in such base topics as her favorite color and foods. Perhaps even more endearing than the thoughtfulness was his genuine interest in what she had to say.
He wasn’t simply going through the motions while putting on a polite expression to mask his boredom. He actually seemed interested in what she had to say. About herself, as Weiss, not the Schnee heiress. It was a welcomed change from the type of dinners she was used to attending. If nothing else, Weiss appreciated the effort.
Perhaps compelled to return his level of courtesy, she even went so far as to offer her own inquiries. Her reward being brief but amusing tales of a younger Jaune fumbling through life in a way that seemed so him. It was pleasant, despite the ice pick one would need to force the confession out of her. And she found herself silently dreading the reality of what that could mean.
A half hour came and went in the blink of an eye, and Weiss found her own eyes widening when she glanced down to see how much time had already passed. Their plates in front of them, now empty, had left them both full and comfortable, a word Weiss never thought she’d find herself associating with the young man.
“-and I think that’s when I realized battle axes were not my thing.” Finishing the story of yet another weapon he’d failed to master, Weiss found her lips lifting despite herself. Covering the response with a tactful need to dab her lips with the corner of her napkin, Jaune smiled all the same as though she’d burst out laughing. It was strange for Weiss to see how much power she actually had over his emotions. But not entirely unpleasant either.
Weiss blinked remembering that it was once again her turn to ask the blond a question. She opened her mouth, preparing to inquire about what music he enjoyed or perhaps another story about his teammates when she found herself stopped, something else nagging the back of her mind. She tried to push it away and to keep from broaching anything that she might otherwise regret. But then, she always had been a curious child.
Allowing her features to return to a mask of aloof disinterest, her high tone peeked in the way it tended to when people found themselves much more interested than they meant to be.
“Why do you like me so much?” Even with the best of her control, Weiss found her cheeks burning at the bold question. But she honestly could only wonder. She insulted him, berated him, humiliated him, and yet he still seemed just as enamored by her charms as the first day they’d met.
Normally she would assume that he simply wanted something from her. And honestly, she might have even preferred it. That, at least, was familiar. But as annoying as Jaune could be he simply didn’t seem the type. So that left her to wonder, what did he see in her that she didn’t?
Face still open with surprise, Jaune felt his cheeks warm at the sudden pressure. He… hadn’t been expecting that. But part of him couldn’t help but wonder, could this be a sign he was on the right track? Feeling a smile threaten his lips, he forced it down knowing the girl in front of him would only bristle – and instead, put on a thoughtful and bashful face. Weiss’ eyes glanced skittishly.
“I don’t really have a reason.” Matter of fact and no doubt lacking the emotional impact Weiss was no doubt hoping for, almost immediately she could be seen rearing up in indignation.
“Well!” she huffed, glared off to the side despite knowing she shouldn’t care in the least. “I’m so relieved to see how deep your feelings really run.” Still looking away, she couldn’t see Jaune’s wide eyes, nor his excitement upon observing her reaction. Thankfully, he already knew how to continue before she would have the chance to get too upset.
“I mean,” he stressed, amusement bleeding into his tone. Weiss’ icicle gaze now stared him down, her past coyness all but obliterated by her temper. Somehow, this seemed to fit her more. And Jaune took a moment to enjoy the direct attention.
“I mean,” He repeated, “that that’s not how feelings work. At least I don’t think so. Things like why or reason, when has it ever made sense? It’s just something you feel.” He hesitated, a nervousness taking over as he struggled to keep his tone even. “Like, for instance, maybe butterflies in your stomach or… a tingle. You look at them and just… can’t help but feel good.”
Eyes shying towards the edged of Weiss pale form, Jaune saw her suddenly stiff posture. Across from him her hard expression was gone, replaced by unease. She stared at him, hands tightly balled on the table; but otherwise didn’t say a word. But that was okay because as far as Jaune was concerned, he’d said all he needed to.
Confusion was her first reaction, and then rejection. His words had caused her heart to pick up all over again despite the comfortable peace she’d managed to find halfway through their date.
Still aroused, and still pebbled against the front of her dress, her own body’s betrayal had been pushed to the back of her mind where she could at least attempt to keep from embarrassing herself. That being said, the blonde’s words had all but pressed her face into her own hormones as she found herself considering them despite her mind screaming the alternative.
A tingle? Was that all this was? Again she was reminded of how it all started. Of his arrival at her door. The sudden flush she’d found herself suffering as soon as her eyes had laid on him. Was that how it had been for him that day so long ago? It better not have. Because that would mean all this time, he’d been feeling the same emotions and sensations as she was now. And that was not a thought she could entertain.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she found herself saying. Eyes glued to the rim of her glass, her warm cheeks wouldn’t die even as she went on to dismiss him. “This isn’t some fairy tale entertaining such childish notions as fate or love at first sight.” But Jaune just shrugged his shoulders, the ever infuriating ease and boyish expression unwavering.
“Who says it can’t be?” And then he smiled, an expression Weiss found herself unable to look away from.
She didn’t say another word. Not for a while. Eyes cast towards the last scraps of food she’d been unable to finish, her attention drew back into her own mind as she fought to reject his casual declaration. Now if only she could stop her darn heart from pounding she might actually be able to construct a coherent thought!
The way he talked and the things he said, he just seemed so sure of it all. About his feelings, about her own. Quite the bold notion considering she herself couldn’t seem to claim as such. But that admission left her reeling. Was she really confused? Had her mind been changed about the blond? But searching for the answer, Weiss’ lips tightened into a line as she realized she had to admit, yes, yes it had.
Okay, he was a bit rough around the edges. But that wasn’t anything a firm hand couldn’t resolve. And sure, a change in wardrobe was a must. But, it wasn’t as though she lacked the resources for such a venture. After those issues were dealt with, when it came down to it, she had to admit he wasn’t really so bad of a guy.
He was kind, in a kicked puppy kind of way – submissive. Which meant she’d never have to worry about such things as him attempting to order her around or any such nonsense. Plus… he really did seem to care for her. No matter what she could say about him, that could not be refuted. And maybe that was enough.
It would have to be taken slow, obviously. And it wouldn’t do to give him any clues about these thoughts. But, maybe… possibly, a second date wouldn’t be out of the question.
Weiss thought about it some more, weighing her own new feelings against what she knew about him. Part of her still knew that it was a bad idea. But an evening of sensitive skin and a dry mouth had left her brain flushed with all kinds of teenage hormones.
It was a losing battle to keep any kind of rational thought. By the time ten minutes had passed, she’d already convinced herself enough to question why she’d been so adamant to turn him down in the first place. The brief laps could only last so long, however, as she remembered she had had a reason besides her own stubborn sensibilities – her father.
The remainder was like a cold bucket of water poured over her ever warming core. It also dashed whatever ideas of selfish indulgence she might have allowed.
When it came down to it, didn’t all her problems seem to stem from her family? And this was no different. How could she possibly even pretend to think about being in a relationship without considering the effect it would have on the Schnee name. Or, more specifically, her father’s name.
What standing does he claim towards Remnant economics? What’s his family’s name? How much money does he have? How much influence? These are the questions he would ask her. Not, did he make her happy? Not even how they met. And she would have to tell him, each answer more depressing than the last.
Things like love or affection or even compatibility meant nothing in the frigid lands of her home. Even her own parent’s union had been one of convenience, a story that sounded as though it came from a century past rather than in this day and age.
Nevertheless, her father had been the son of a substantial and influential shipping magnate, the same one that was now responsible for shipping their mined dust all across the world. He’d married into the Schnee name through her mother. Though, the way he swung the title about he might as well have been born with it.
She shook such thoughts from her mind, both unhelpful and unbecoming. It wouldn’t do any good to entertain such a derisive mindset. He was her father no matter what.
The fact of the matter being, it had been a fun and quaint notion to entertain. But that was over now. It wasn’t as though she were heartbroken, after all. Maybe it would have been nice to see where these new feeling could have led to. But knowing what ultimately waited for them both at the end of it all, it only made sense to end it before it could even begin. This would be their last date.
Too busy being lost in her own mind, Weiss failed to see the conflict her sudden bout of silence caused in her date’s expression.
He watched her, casual as he could while deliberations ran through her mind. Her face swaying from reluctant to thoughtful and then back, it was impossible to tell how she’d responded to his not so subtle lead. If anything her downcast expression only made him more nervous. And grasping for what could have gone wrong, Jaune found his nerves spiking with the familiar cold grasp of anxiety.
He’d thought the date was going okay. But how could he really be sure? At the moment he was basically firing a gun in a dark room and hoping to hit a target, which didn’t leave room for much confidence. It seemed to be working, if only for a minute. But looking at her, waiting for some kind of response, self-doubt crept through his mind. Enough that he found himself seriously considering what had gone wrong.
She’d been aroused, he didn’t doubt that. The picture of her pink cheeks and warmed skin still played crystal clear in his head. But perhaps he hadn’t gone far enough? That rationality sent a sharp sensation through his belly. One that made his gaze shift a fraction of an inch from her petite features to the rest of her.
He still had twenty minutes. But that was it. After that, he would lose her forever. The only question was, how far was he willing to go to keep that from happening?
Weiss snapped out of her thoughts, movement from her date catching her attention. She was surprised to find him standing from his chair, a handful of lien on the table and his attention turned towards her in the form of a nervous, if a bit intense, smile. She answered with a cocking of her head.
“I don’t know about you, but I could use some exercise after all this food. Ready for the park?” he asked. Again, Weiss noticed a certain lilt in his tone, but not one she could immediately recognize. Rather, she found her thoughts falling back to her earlier consideration of the blond earning a resigned grin.
“That sounds lovely,” she answered. And it did. She might have decided to give up on any kind of relationship with the boy, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy what remained of their evening. He’d proved to be a gentleman, or at least as much a one as he could manage. And she figured she could, at the very least, behave in kind. Which is why, seeing him approach her side of the table, Weiss did her best to ignore the increase in arousal his presence seemed to inspire. Although, the sight of his outstretched hand did give her pause. Biting her lip, her cheeks were already warming when her smaller, daintier appendage reach out at a cautious pace.
Setting in the calloused warmth, she waited anxiously for the burst of arousal – but was instead caught off guard by another sudden event. That being, Jaune’s face lowering to their embraced appendages. Lifting her hand to meet him halfway, the sensation of his lips laid a chaste brush along her knuckles. It was over in an instant. But oh, how much can happen in even that short of time.
Jaune was prepared, already slowing time as he brought her hand to his lips. Freezing at the moment of contact, he lingered for a moment, the gentle smell of her skin suddenly much stronger. And the soft texture of her hand giving easily under his lips. He took this as a moment for himself. Pulling away after a moment to settle his nerves.
Releasing her, she remained in that position, hand outstretched and eyes wide with exclimation at his forward gesture. He knew she would no doubt blink at the out of place action. But after everything he’d already done that night, for what he was about to do, he needed something a bit more… intimate.
Ready to stand up, her body was turned in his direction, the pale expanse of her legs braced against the floor. Jaune allowed his eyes to follow them all the way up to where they disappeared into her fluffy white skirt. Feet locked into place, he struggled to swallow around the knot that had been forming in the back of his throat.
He would be lying if he said this wasn’t one of the first things that had come to mind when planning for the date. That being said, Jaune was relieved to be able to say he at least hadn’t hoped for it to be necessary.
Was he excited? Well of course he was. How couldn’t he be? But that fact didn’t distract from the discomfort of knowing he was still going to be forced to invade even more of Weiss’ privacy.
Fidgeting, he lowered himself until his weight settled on a single knee in front of her frozen figure. Long in both leg and torso, even bent as he was he still managed to level his eyes with her own. Admiring the pale blue color, another moment passed before his gaze fell back to her waiting legs.
His head flashed back to Yang, and how it had felt removing her shirt that first time. Somehow this seemed… more. More than what he couldn’t say. But definitely more.
Reaching out, his hand settled on her knee; hard but still warm under his hand. Poised to stand, her legs were already somewhat parted. This made the flimsy curtain of her skirt that much more daunting. Doing his best to keep from passing out, he forced himself to work his way higher. Watching the ethereal light of his aura move and shift with each inch he dared to steal for himself.
This, in of itself, brought with it a curious realization.
Caught up in the progress of his hand, which was now just inches from the line of Weiss skirt, the brilliance of his aura seemed to be glimmering in another location as well. That being, a soft but apparent light glimmering through the front of her shirt. Jaune’s eyebrows rose in confusions.
As far as he’d been able to tell, his aura disappeared as soon as he stopped touching whatever he’d been focusing on. At least, that’s what it had done when he’d tested it. That being said, there was no denying the color and movement of his aura clinging to the delicate place of her body.
It was faint, and nowhere near as bright as the smoke like material that now coated the girl’s left leg. But there was a clear amount of something shining through the layers of her clothes. And all without his touch.
This all came as a blunt reminder of how little he knew about this power of his. Did he even understand what it could do? Jaune stored the information in the back of his mind, adamant to find out what it could be when he had the chance. Such as, when he wasn’t in the middle of looking under a schoolmate’s skirt. Which immediately brought him back to the matter at hand.
His finger brushed the material of her skirt like he would a dangerous animal about to bite. The cloth itself was soft and surprisingly light for something that was supposed to protect her in battle. But then, her style had always relied on speed and range to take to opponents down. She could probably fight in the nude and it would still suit her style. Of course, that brought an image to mind that Jaune forced himself to push away – or at least shelve for later.
Jaune moved from his position to get a bit closer. Hands under her skirt, he urged the material higher and higher as more and more of her smooth thighs spilled into view. Anticipation and arousal mounting, after a long breath, the first splash of color came into view in the form of a pair of muted blue panties.
Unlike her bra, which was simple enough to serve of purpose, this part of her wardrobe looked styled in a somewhat exaggerated fashion. The frills especially caught him by surprise, wavy white cloth circling the waistband. And in the very center of her pelvis, the smallest white bow had been sewn into the fabric.
Now, Jaune wasn’t a stranger when it came to feminine underwear. Eight women in one house resulted in a good number of bras and panties when laundry day reared its ugly head. A chore he himself had been assigned to at one point. That being said, this was the first time he’d gotten the chance to see the fabled garment actually worn by a woman. And Jaune found his cheeks burning at the sight of the thin material wrapped around Weiss’ pale hips. Opening her knees just a bit more, the crotch of the underwear was pushed into view. And Jaune found himself growing light-headed.
It was a small amount of relief knowing he wouldn’t need to actually remove anything to get the job done. Something about exposing that part of her just didn’t sit right with him. The material was thin enough that he should be able to work through it. Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on who you were, this didn’t deny the fact that he would still be touching this aspect of her person. A moment and realization that the boy didn’t take lightly. Even moving towards his goal, he made sure to regard her body in as respectable a manner as the situation provided.
The skirt stayed up on its own, frozen by his spell. Trailing a hand along the top of her thigh, the skin seemed to cook with a gentle heat just a fraction higher than considered normal. Shifting towards the inside of the soft, firm surface, this sensation only increased – and continued to do so as he made his towards the apex of her person.
The blonde found himself surprised at her warmth. To match, the skin here seemed flushed with a pink color swirling beneath the skin. The hue darkened further up her limbs, eventually disappearing just underneath the blue material. The slim strip of fabric was just big enough to cover the fact of her sex. And just small enough to expose the point where her legs met. Reaching this point, a small shutter rushed through his body. One that shook his nerves as well as his hands as the heat seemed to take a turn – becoming slightly damp much to Jaune’s fascination. This all came to a point when his fingers finally settled on the front of her underwear, soft skin giving under his firmer fingers.
It took a moment to absorb the light of his aura before the physics of Weiss body return. Wet and humid, the slick arousal that had been building in her lap since the start of their meal returned to its liquid state as soon as it broke free from time’s shackles. Without restriction, it seeped from Weiss shielded lips and into the cotton it was now pressed against. Leaving a small but noticeable dark line in the otherwise spotless garment.
Jaune felt his eyes widen as the sensation of something wet broke against his fingers. Pulling back, she had been worked up enough that a small amount had bled through the sewn material onto his fingertips. Clear and sticky, Jaune brought it close to his face in a way that would have horrified her if she’d been aware of his actions. Its easy musk slowly seeped into the surrounding air.
Well, that about proved he’d been doing something right in his execution. Just not enough to actually change her mind about anything. Seeing the proof of his efforts emboldened him some, and he regarded her open legs with a firmer focus.
Returning his hands where he’d been, Jaune cheek’s burned as soon as he realized, sight or no, he could actually feel the individual folds of her sex through the material. He should have been expecting it, and he chastised himself a bit for not thinking of it sooner. But captured by the new discovery, Jaune allowed his fingers to begin a slow, cautious path up the crease of her sex.
Already aroused, the swollen skin of her vagina responded the only way it could, increasing the amount of liquid already seeping onto the crotch of her underwear. The thin line of moister soon began to spread, the heat and humidity of her lap swelling enough that even Jaune could take notice.
The skin between her legs was soft, giving easily under his touch. Jaune tried to pay a small amount of attention to what he was doing, seeing if there was a particular way she enjoyed being touched. After all, once she let him do this of her own volition, it would be nice to be able to surprise her. That said, Jaune’s light touches grew firmer as time went on. The increase in friction being just what that part of her body craved.
Just touching, nothing invasive, those were the limit’s Jaune had instilled on himself. But even this proved to be an exciting prospect. Switching between the whole of his hand to individual fingers, the crease of her sex slipped easily over the lone digit. Allowing him to see the way the pale blue fabric pressed between the petals.
Caressing each one, a smile bloomed across his face to see her inner lips were especially sensitive, an increase in heat and dampness marking this as truth.
This went on for… five minutes? Fifteen? It was actually pretty hard to keep track of time when you weren’t a part of it. Not to mention, you know what they say about having fun. The result being a much hotter, and much more moist Weiss Schnee.
The skin of her thighs were now a bright red. And the faded blue of her underwear had all but been dyed a midnight blue with the combination of her juices. The stain consumed the front of her crotch which continued to drip down her center and towards her rear. Peeking underneath he could even see a small mark starting to seep into the seat’s cushion. It was actually kind of amazing seeing just how much wetness could flow from such a small girl.
It was hard deciding when it was time to stop, for… multiple reasons. His own pleasure aside, Jaune pulled his hand back after a few more minutes only to find the appendage covered in the young girl’s liquid pleasure. He stared at the glistening substance with no small amount of awe,
He didn’t know how this was going to turn out. Erring on the side of Caution, he’d pushed her sex as far as he knew how to employ. Whether this actually worked or not, he had no way of knowing. But he did feel confident that he had earned some kind of effect. For better or for worse, it was time to reap what he’d sown.
Wiping himself clean on the tablecloth, he went about correcting her position and clothing. Skirt laid flat, and legs returned to their much more modest position, she looked exactly how he’d found her – sans a slightly pinker set of knees.
Using her outstretched hand as a guide, it was all too easy to take up his own position. His face, on the other hand, was just a bit harder to rein in. The picture of her open legs and panty-clad sex had all but been burned into his mind. And as he glanced towards her shocked expression, all he could do was think about what lay underneath that thin scrap of soggy cotton.
A flash of light surged throughout the room. Not that anyone but Jaune could see it. Soon, the stagnant air began to stir, and the low hum of conversation rose back towards a comfortable volume. Jaune pulled his lips from her knuckle as soon as he felt her flinch back with awareness. His flushed cheeks and thundering heart were all but impossible to quell even as he stared into her blue eyes. Utterly unaware of the sensations about to crash through her.
Weiss bit her lip, a wrinkle forming between her brows as she tried to decide how she felt about him doing such a thing without her permission. She all but forgot about her earlier cautious and why she’d been nervous to touch him in the first place. That is until a curiously sudden sensation made itself known between her legs.
Bypassing her breasts all together, it struck directly at her core. Leaving her mind in a kind of white noise. Already wide-eyed, her expression didn’t change with the exception of her pupils dilating wildly. Instead, her face seemed to shift, as her gaze dragged to literally any other direction.
She remained frozen for a handful of moments. Yet, even immobile, she couldn’t stop the blood in her face from flowing and flowing, until her cheeks appeared to glow against the gentle light sat in the middle of their table. Eventually, the heat between her legs became too much for her to just ignore. And she found her breath quickly escalating until the fabric of her gown strained against the deep intake of air thrusting the small orbs out towards the boy kneeling at her feet
“I need to use the restroom!” The words flew from her lips before she could even think to be embarrassed by them. Unaware that her exclamation had drawn the attention of even other patrons, she lifted herself to her feet with Jaune’s still offered hand.
Stood upright, the sudden crack of electricity between her legs didn’t subside. Her legs wobbled, now with the added side benefit of feeling her lower lips suddenly heavy and swollen. It was nearly enough to send her falling onto the floor. She resisted the urge, thankfully, her expression turning frantic as something warm began to drip down her inner thighs. Her brief moment of cognition left her once again as she returned to the reality of white nose. Her body acted on instinct as she hurried as fast as her legs could carry her to the nearest bathroom.
What she must look like, and what the other customers must think, did not escape her notice. But, between intestinal distress and the truth, the young woman wasn’t actually sure what she preferred him to believe.
Said blonde stared after her, a new kind of worry gurgling up from the pit of his stomach. But watching her disappear into the nearby ladies room, there wasn’t much he could do except worry. Worry that he’d actually managed to hurt someone this time. Worry that he’d let his dream of a perfect date get carried away. And worry that there was still a chance for his plan to work.
Left to do nothing but wait, he made his way back to his seat and sat back down. An anxious expression taking place as he could only hope that Weiss was okay.
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Weiss wasn’t okay.
Locked in one of the five stalls available, her breathing wouldn’t settle no matter how long she sat there. The muffled sound of her gasps were the least of her problems, however, as she struggled to control the steady pulsing between her legs.
Shaking with each step, she’d hardly had enough time to check and make sure she had the room to herself before locking the door. But even solitude wasn’t enough to ease the stress of what she found happening to her body.
A fine line of sweat covered her forehead and underneath her arms. It was disgusting, not at all a state a young lady should find herself in. And yet even that wasn’t as bad as the mess she’d found under her skirt. Just the sensation of her panties fixed to her skin by her own juices sent horrified shivers down her spine. And when she dared to lift her skirt to try and see what could be affecting her, the humid smell of herself reared up in full force, as ripe and musk-laden as a wild animal.
Weiss immediately forced the fabric back across her lap, cutting off the scent but unfortunately leaving the memory of its heavy aftertaste disturbingly sharp. Tears would have come to the surface, but it seemed her body was a bit busy expelling every other liquid in her body! Huffing, she did her best to calm her racing heart.
Fist gripping her skirt, she couldn’t help but press the fabric between her legs. Answering the never-ending call for attention, the small admission arched a bolt of pleasure up her core, and her breath halted in a muffled squeak. Aghast at what she’d just done, she couldn’t quite find the strength to remove the offending hand. Instead, she actually found herself moving to press even harder against her swollen mound.
‘Disgusting, in public, what would father think,’ all of these ran through her mind. But slowly increasing the weight of her ball up fist between her legs, her breath only seemed to grow shorter and her pulse faster. It happened without her intending to, slow but firm motions of her fist against her center. The resulting pleasure was impossible to ignore, earning a clenched expression of breathless bliss.
Once again, Weiss was no stranger to pleasure. Or, at least as much as a person was able to give oneself without help. That being said, it had never felt like this, making her all the more lost as to how it had happened. The only conclusion being available stemming from a certain blond with impossibly blue eyes.
Her body was worked up enough that any kind of mental stimulation would have sent her thighs quivering and knees numb. Unaware of this fact, when the admittedly boyishly handsome face of her date sprang to mind her body seemed to thrum deep in its core, seizing her lips in a tight clench – both of them. The top of her breasts heaved with her breath as she shook her head in a hope to clear her thoughts, to no avail.
A kiss on the hand. Surely she couldn’t be so sensitive as to lose herself after something so bland? But something appeared in her mind, just a few words the blond had spoken at the very beginning of their meal.
‘They told me not to waste any time. To stop holding myself back and bottling everything up. Sooner or later it all comes out in some way.’
Poor advice from a boy who couldn’t possibly understand her at the time. But, locked in a bathroom stall and furiously attempting to resist the urge to rub herself into even an even worse frenzy, Weiss found herself giving the suggestion another thought.
Could this be what was happening to her? Some kind of… hormonal or emotional backlash? But a backlash of what? School hadn’t been going so long that her private time had been so forgotten. But if not sexual frustration, then she couldn’t really understand what other form of torture she was experiencing.
Her thoughts returned to his handsome face, her sex riddled mind lingering on the slim figure of the boy who had kissed her hand. How the candlelight warmed his already tan skin or the way his shoulders had pressed against the back of his shirt. Less than repulsive, her body responded in kind with the fantasy-like rendition of Jaune Weiss was playing in her mind, without even realizing.
‘You think you don’t like me, I’m just asking for a chance to show that you do.’
Good lord, did she? Weiss hadn’t thought so, but her body had been arguing against that statement throughout the night. Tingling and flushing every time the blonde had come within so much as an inch of her person. The prospect that she’d been feeling such things the entire length of her time at Beacon was a startling one. And forced her to consider how such a thing was even possible. Had she really grown so cold that she couldn’t even feel like a regular person?
Thoughts of her father immediately sprang to mind. His frigid expression and heartless demands that put stress on their entire family growing up. In her heated state, the older man actually did quite a good job of calming her enflamed blood. If only by a fraction. But remembering her childhood and the way she had been brought up began to build a flame of a different type in her veins.
Of course it was possible. She’s spent her entire life around the man that seemed to personify what it meant to be heartless. Sure, he would pretend to care. So long as it benefited him. But his self-serving attitude was no secret among his children. Who had at one point seemed to compete with each other just for his favor.
Winter had been the smartest among them, leaving the first chance she had. But against her little brother, the sole male heir, Weiss had always felt a kind of pressure. To be better. To work harder. To prove, without a doubt, that she was most deserving among them. It was only later after the damage had already been done, it seems, that she began to understand just what it meant to be the type of person her father recognized.
But not soon enough. It appeared she was more like her father than she had thought. A realization that shook her even more than the throbbing between her legs.
Don’t embarrass the family name. Remember your status. Never make a scene. You don’t get to be like other girls.
Memories of her father’s admonishments rained down like ice. It was no wonder she denied her own feelings and emotions. She’d never been allowed to so much as have them, appearance taking priority. Even tonight, just a few minutes ago when she’d recognized a spark of fondness for Jaune, her first reaction had been to think of her father. To push her feelings down until they were forgotten. Well, they didn’t seem like they wanted to be forgotten. And the alternative being the numb disposition of her father, Weiss found herself focusing back on the heat in her lap and the shocks of pleasure still singing through her body.
By now the small motions of her hands had been augmented by a rocking of her hips. Seated on the toilet, her legs had opened to accommodate the position. Awkward and lewd, Weiss first reaction was to reject the pleasure, to be ashamed of it. Certain realizations coming to light, she found herself second-guessing her guarded reaction. An anxious expression furling her brow.
With purpose this time, she allowed her hand to open and cup the heated space through her skirt. Curling her fingers into the crease of her lips, the direct attention was rewarded with more of the tingly warmth that poured up and through her body from this point. Her tight expression didn’t relax even as she closed her eyes. But it was enough to allow the fact that she was in a bathroom to fall towards the back of her attention.
She was already close. She’d been close the moment she’d woken from Jaune’s spell. The only thing holding her back had been her own iron will, a thing she’d finally allowed to let go – albeit slowly. Resulting in the familiar, but alien sensation of her own body clenching into a single clenched muscle.
Her mind returned to Jaune, her interpretation of the situation urging the action. As pleasure crested and broke like waves of the sea, his ever-present grin flashing on the back of her eyelids. It had been annoying at first, infuriating as he’d continued to persist. But now all she could feel was bliss.
The coppery taste of blood splashed against her tongue as her lip broke under the strain of her clenched teeth. Besides the now desperate gate of her breathe, she all but swallowed the sounds of her release. Euphoria and endorphins flushing through her pink form. But, like all drugs, the decisions made in the middle of and after the rush quickly clashed.
Her mind was slow to return. An uncharacteristically relaxed smile paying on her features. But with awareness came realization. Both of the fact that she was still in a very public bathroom, as well as the musky scent that now perfumed the private enclosure. Her cheeks erupted. The nagging sensation of arousal that had been plaguing her all night was finally gone. But in its place remained shame, indignation, as well as the memory that the object of her newfound affection had been waiting for her the entire time she disappeared t-… to pleasure herself.
Even thinking about it left her eyes wide. Of course, this was nothing to compare to the knowledge that he was still waiting for her. Stinking, soaked, and entirely unprepared to face him as she was.
She couldn’t go out there. Weiss realized this to be a truth akin to the sun would set, and the moon will rise. Even if she was still figuring her feelings out for the blond, she knew she couldn’t let him see her like… this! She crossed her arms across her hypersensitive torso.
If anyone told her even an hour ago that she would feel self-conscious because of Jaune Arc, she would have laughed in their face. Obviously, this wasn’t her ideal date, but it was enough to make her at least consider what her feelings towards Jaune were. And, as impossible as it seemed, she didn’t want to turn him off of her before she ever had the chance. And somehow, waking out of the bathroom reeking of sex did not seem the best way to start any kind of relationship.
She rose on shaken legs, actually needing to lean on the pallet of textured plastic separating the stalls. Thankfully no one else had walked in on her episode, a relief by any standard. But she still felt the need to creep out in slow, quiet motions; eyes scanning for anyone she might have missed. She hadn’t been in the most aware state of mind, after all. Seeing no one that could put her face and name to the crime, she breathed a small sigh of relief, emphasis on small.
Could she sneak out? If she avoided their side of the restaurant, she felt that it would be the best options. But there was always the possibility that he was waiting for her out front. The fear of the unknown and her slightly scrambled coordination made any prospect of walking out into a room of patrons less than ideal.
It was while she fretted over this that a small rectangular window caught her eye high up on the far wall. Should she? Could she? She gave it a long hard stare before sighing.
Her father had been right about one thing. Her life would have certainly been much easier if she’d just stayed home.
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Jaune checked his scroll for what must have the hundredth time since his date had disappeared – the bright display of time constantly reminding him of how badly things had gone. The panic of watching her run off had bled away for the most part. But a more rational fear still gnawed at the pit of his belly, the lack of knowledge and understanding of his power really hitting home.
He should have practiced more. He should have at least tried to consider what his power did to people. He’d seen one result, Yang, but even that was questionable now that he looked back on it. He’d just been so excited about finally getting with Weiss. Maybe a little too excited if he was honest. If he’d been more rational, more thoughtful, this whole mess might never had happened. It might even have gone in his favor. It seemed, even with the power that could shake the world, it didn’t change the fact that he was still Jaune Arc.
Jaune’s self-deprivation paused a moment as a waitress approached him. His attention immediately shifted, expression opening to see what she had to say,
“Is she okay?” his tone was earnest. After twenty minutes had passed, he’d been forced to send somebody in after her. He hoped there was nothing seriously wrong, but time alone with nothing but his thoughts had concocted a myriad of horrifying and debilitating outcomes from his influence. He was pretty sure his lingering aura hadn’t actually begun to eat away at her skin. But better safe than sorry, right? The waitress lips pinched into a line.
She was an older woman, maybe twenty-seven. Dark, almost black, hair grew and ended at her chin in a manageable bob. Pretty by most standards, at the moment her features were somewhat twisted in a formal expression that Jaune didn’t really recognize. Eyes wide she attempt at a smile that just didn’t qualify. Almost like she was trying her best not to appear in a certain fashion. She opened her mouth to speak, hesitating for a handful of seconds before sound actually followed.
“I’m very sorry sir. But it seems there is nobody currently in the female restroom.” Beneath the professional politeness laid a small fleck of pity for the young man who had obviously gone through quite a bit of trouble to put the night together. She stood another few moments, a conflicted expression playing across her already tight face. Finally, whatever moral battle she’d been fighting came to an end as she added, “sorry.” Pity coming out in full force, she quickly made her way back to the rest of her tables. Leaving being a wide-eyed young man.
Oh…
A/N: Alright people, that’s it. That’s as bad as this story is going to get in terms of Jaune taking advantage of women or convincing them that they have feelings for him. Only outside stimulation. Nothing invasive, even if he does move or remove underwear in the future. I understand that for a few of you this will make you more than a little uncomfortable and that you do not wish to continue reading. And for that, I apologize and understand.
But for the rest of you, I hope you enjoyed the chapter and are looking forward to more. Especially because in the next chapter we are going to get our first, actual sex scene. I know it’s taken a while but I really needed the chance to build the characters and their relationships first to make this the compelling story you all seem to enjoy.
Next chapter –Alternatives: Faced with Weiss’ seeming rejection and the reality that he needs to understand how his powers work, Jaune decides to reveal a bit of his abilities to his partner, who seems only too willing to help. Meanwhile, Weiss continues to struggle with her now confused feelings while the rest of Team RWBY is forced to watch in confusion. Will she come to terms with what she thinks she wants before it’s too late? Or will she be forced to watch as he’s snatched up before she ever gets the chance? Read to find out.
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