Warning: This fic is rated M for a reason. Chapter contains explicit sexual content. 18+ readers only.
Note: All characters written with explicit material are 18+ for the purposes of this story.
Idea inspired by and fic betaed by Shipper of Trashy Ships.
The cold was blinding. White shrouded the entire landscape, giving it an ethereal quality to it. A woman trudged in the snow, her head obscured by by a hood from a cloak wrapped completely around her body that was even lighter than her surroundings, and her small body sinking her feet ankle deep in the snow. It crunched when she walked, slowly putting one foot in front of the other.
She saw a flag, buried halfway in the snow. The emblem of the Schnees, the snowflake, stitched across the flag. While the snowflake was the most prominent, she could barely make out the name of the specific squad of two dozen men it belonged to etched underneath the insignia. When she got within grabbing distance of the banner, there was a crack under her boot.
She lifted her foot, to find the sole coated in red. She looked where she stepped, finding a red mass of...something buried in the snow. She examined closer, and found the faintest outline of what used to be a man.
A voice behind her spoke in concern. "Lady Schnee-" He began before he was cut off by the woman holding her hand up in a fist for them to stop.
The small train of people behind her stopped.
Lady Schnee unsheathed her rapier, and used the blade to wipe off some of the copper colored mess. She looked up, farther across the snow, and saw dozens of her family's emblems buried in the snow, with their bearers likely suffering similar fates to the one at her feet.
With a sigh, she lifted her rapier across the white field. A line of glyphs stretched across the secret minefield of corpses.
The men behind her, clad in the finest armor and weapons of Atlas looked confusedly at the display.
"Well?" she said rather testily. "I can hold it for a few minutes, enough to get across most of the...battlefield."
The men still looked at the bridge of glyphs with apprehension.
Finally, Lady Schnee had lost all of her patience. With a huff she took a step onto the line of glyphs and began to walk across the field on her own, not even bothering to look back to see if her own men followed her.
Since the snow was blocked by the trees overhead Lady Schnee walked through the forest quickly.
A voice popped up from beside her "My Lady?"
She shifted her eyes to the side slightly to take in a heavily armored woman wielding a massive warhammer. "Yes?"
The barbarian almost seemed concerned as she walked. "Don't you supposed you should slow down?"
Lady Schnee kept walking forward at the same pace. "And why, pray tell, should I do that?"
The large woman's armor clinked as she rubbed her head sheepishly "Um, because keeping this pace with your...small stature...isn't sustainable?"
At this Lady Schnee did stop, and glared at the woman. "I'm quite capable of sustaining this speed for several hours, my endurance is hardly in relation to my appearance."
"Well yeah, but you also lost the rest of your retinue a while back."
The Lady looked back to find that, indeed, apart from the large barbarian, nobody from her protective group was following them. She sighed in annoyance.
"Let me guess, they're still trying to cross the battlefield?"
"Yep!" The armored one of the pair said cheerfully. But she continued in a slightly more serious tone. "So are we going to wait for them?"
Lady Schnee narrowed her eyes at the forest behind them.
"No."
She began to walk again in her original direction as she continued talking.
"We need to get there by sundown."
The chipper voice confirmed that her sole protector was still by her side.
"Really? Why? Weren't we fighting just hours ago? What's the rush?"
Lady Schnee scowled again. "That's exactly the rush. Right now, their forces are uncoordinated, troops haven't had the time to be herded into position by us or our adversaries. We need to strike while the iron is hot, before everyone in this valley gets too set into their mindsets and positions."
The woman in armor paused for a second as she considered that. But before she could say anything, she noticed a flag sticking out of the ground, this time with two golden crescents on it instead of the white snowflake that they saw before.
"But isn't it, you know, dangerous to walk up to enemy territory without any protection?"
The woman in armor glanced around, noticing the vague shapes of people in the trees. More and more of them appeared as she and Lady Schnee walked deeper into the jungle. The woman ahead stopped when they could see the wooden palisades of a camp nearby. She spoke softly to her companion. "What's your name, knight?"
"Nora, Nora Valkyrie." The woman in armor said quietly, as if to not disturb the shadowed warriors around her.
"Well Nora, this is extremely dangerous, so I'm going to need you to trust me, okay?"
Looking around, Nora really didn't feel like she had many other choices. "Yes My Lady."
"Good. Take off your helmet." The Valkyrie complied, cautiously, lifting her helm to reveal a shock of ginger hair, and a befreckled face.
The Lady Schnee smiled slightly, and lowered her own hood, revealing hair whiter than the snowfall around them, tied in a slight bun at the top that nonetheless cascaded out of it to her chest.
She shouted to the surrounding warriors and to all within the forest to hear.
"I am Lady Weiss Schnee! Second in line to the Throne of Nidavellir! Commander of the 5th Legion of The Holy Atlesian Empire! We have faced each other in battle today, and you have fought honorably!"
Every warrior who was in the area was paying attention to her now. It was good to know that her title at least commanded some respect from the natives, even if it was more fear and anger than awe like she was used to. But no matter, now to the reason she came here.
"I have come to negotiate our surrender!"
She and Nora were led through the camp. She was frankly a little insulted that neither of them were blindfolded, but she took the opportunity to take mental notes on the layout of the camp.
They stopped when they got to a ramshackle tent in the midst of the barracks. A woman with a red cloak was walking out of the tent.
"Excuse me!" Weiss said to the woman.
She stopped, and looked at the foreigner curiously.
"More of my retinue are coming, please make sure that your guards don't attack them."
The woman in the red cloak smiled softly. "Don't worry, I'll make sure that our people don't kill your men on sight."
Weiss scoffed at her. "Please, that warning was for your your people's benefit, not ours."
The woman in red chuckled. "Sure princess, keep telling yourself that. Head on it, the general's waiting."
With a huff, Weiss strode forward, but while she hadn't noticed Nora on her heels the entire time, the woman in red didn't.
"Hey!" Nora exclaimed as the surprisingly strong woman stopped the knight in her tracks.
"Lady Schnee only." She said menacingly as she held what looked like a scythe in her path.
Weiss could see Nora reaching for her hammer, but a quick shake of her head had Nora slowly putting her hand back.
"I'll be fine." she said as comfortingly as possible to her bodyguard. However, for the next sentence, she fixed her eyes on the reaper that blocked her.
"If any of my people are killed, this camp will burn by tomorrow."
The reaper smirked. "You can try, princess."
She lowered her weapon and grabbed Nora's shoulder, turning her around back towards the edges of camp "Come on Valkyrie, we need to stop my people from murdering your people." she said as they walked away.
Weiss breathed deeply before she opened the flap to the tent.
She looked around the tent, and saw a tall woman with a mane of blonde hair talking to a disheveled man trying to shove a large amount of parchment into a bookshelf without it falling over.
Weiss drew upon her admittedly limited knowledge of the Arc clan from intelligence briefings. Their whole bloodline had once served Atlas as nobles and knights, but they had chosen to sully their blood with the common folk, which led to their defection long ago to Vale.
As such, there were many Arcs roaming around Remnant, but the only ones really known to people of her class were the ones on the front. The conspicuously blonde females were terrors on the battlefield, with one line of the Arc clan in particular earning victories that would've earned them many titles and lands had their family stayed in Atlas. But now they only earned the contempt of traitors, and, she'll admit, the respect gained by worthy adversaries of Atlas.
She didn't know which Arc she was meeting, but she supposed that she would be forgiven for asking, after all, it's not like she was the only Schnee on the battlefield, and Arc fertility was almost as legendary as their battle prowess.
With that knowledge in mind, she waited for the Arc to finish her conversation with the man who was desperately trying to keep the parchment from falling.
She busied herself with looking around at her surroundings. The tent was...cozy. None of the finer accoutrements of nobility that lined her own command center, no silk rugs, no desks made of fine oak, but she had to admit that it was a warm atmosphere. She found herself quite liking the wooden smell and the literal warmth of the place given that they had a furnace in the edge of the tent.
Finally, Arc looked like she was wrapping up her conversation with the servant boy. Then the blonde woman...left? It was rude to keep her waiting, but Weiss reasoned that perhaps it was a power play.
She stood there, her cloak still tightly wound around her, waiting for her to come back. After a minute, she began to get annoyed. How dare Arc stand her up like this. Weiss realized that Arc was the victor in their engagement earlier that day, but even that did not mean she should leave a guest alone.
After another minute, Weiss had hit her breaking point. The servant boy in the room still hadn't noticed she'd come in, so she cleared her throat loudly to get his attention.
"Excuse me?!" She said, startling the boy to falling over into a mess of parchment and scrolls.
"What is the meaning of this!" She said at the boy who struggled to respond.
"I'm sorry? What-"
"I was informed that I was going to speak to the leader of this army who had bested me, to discuss terms-" she continued
"Yes, I mean-" he tried to interrupt before she steamrolled over him.
"But then she leaves before speaking a word! The rudeness of you Valean plebeians, is it really so hard for Arc to show some manners and at least acknowledge I'm here!"
"Wait, 'she'? What are you, ohhhhh-" the boy said quickly as he rummaged in the pile of parchment on the floor to find something.
"I ask to be brought to the general, to my adversary, to talk, woman to woman, in a civilized manner before we escalate this conflict to something neither of us can win, but no, she leaves without a word!"
"Umm, I think I know the problem with your assessment-" The boy said as he looked around before tilting his head to look in the space under the bookcase.
"Ugh, I thought that I could, at the very least, get to know the person I fight, but apparently that's too much."
"Aha! The man said as he gripped the handle of a blade under the shelf.
As he pulled it out Weiss's hand flew to her rapier so she had it pointed at the man's gullet on reflex before he could raise his own sword. "What manner of assassination is this!" she said to him viciously.
"Ah! Not a trick! Not an assassination!" he said quickly.
He cowered behind the sword in fear, and Weiss faintly registered that while it was pointed at her, the sword was still in its sheath. Both stood in silence before the disheveled and scared man broke it. "Listen, just calm down, okay? I'm going to do something to my sword, and it should explain everything."
She was still, and silent, before she nodded at him. He slowly reached up, and pressed a hidden button on his sheath, which expanded into an upside down heater shield with the sword still attached.
Weiss was...confused to say the least. She didn't understand what was so special about a shield that expanded. And the shield didn't have any markings that indicate anything. All that was on the shield was two upside down golden...crescents.
The understanding dawned on her just as the man, who she finally realized had dirty blonde hair, spoke again.
"Heh, yeah, I'm...kind of the general around here." He said sheepishly "The name's Jaune, Jaune Arc."
Weiss gradually lowered her weapon, and Jaune did the same, collapsing the shield and laying it down on an errant table. By the time she had put the rapier into her holster, she had composed herself and was analyzing her opponent now that he was closer and was no longer buried in parchment.
He was...tall, to say the least, standing a whole head above her in way that made her frankly feel uncomfortable. His blonde hair was scraggly, and framed his face in a way that brought out the blue in his eyes.
Across from her, Jaune was thinking something similar. His eyes were drawn to her hair and cloak, before they studiously moved back to her face, where she was...observing him.
He coughed quickly, gesturing to the Atlesian royal to take a seat. She unclipped the front of her cloak, revealing an Atlesian battle uniform, a white suit and pants that would be more in place on a noble at a formal ball than in a warzone. From the way she moved, Jaune could tell it hindered her movements, but it was clearly functional enough to fight in, and knew that should he attack her, she had a significant chance of skewering him on her rapier.
Weiss on the other hand also noticed much about her fellow general. He was wearing cloth clothing and a light leather vest. Not tough enough for combat, and most certainly not warm enough for the winter outside, but it seemed as though he was comfortable here in the heat of the tent in a way she was not. A quick glance around her revealed a limited suit of armor and warmer coats nearby.
She slowly sat down, moving her cloak so that it flowed around her and the chair that was offered.
"So…" Jaune started off nervously. "...I was told you wished to talk with me?"
"Yes." Weiss said curtly "I am Lady Schnee, Commander of the 5th Legion of The Holy Atlesian Empire, and I am the commander-"
"Wait, you're Lady Schnee?" he said in stunned disbelief.
Weiss was taken aback. A few months of combat, and she had already gained such a reputation, she must have made quite the impression on-
"You know, I really thought you'd be taller, I just can't believe it, I beat the Winter Schnee in combat. Shit... "
And like that Weiss's expression was back to giving away nothing. "You didn't."
"What?" Jaune said awkwardly as he was coming back from his celebratory mood.
"I am Lady Weiss Schnee, Second in line to the Throne of Nidavellir. Commander of the 5th Legion of The Holy Atlesian Empire." She stated haughtily.
"...you any relation?"
Her expression, if possible, became even more stony, though Jaune would swear he saw her eye twitch. "She's my elder sister."
"Oh."
Her lips pulled back into a sneer. "Don't worry, you weren't the only one disappointed. I thought I had lost to a real Arc."
Jaune was never good at hiding his feelings, and his face darkened just a shade. He cleared his desk of papers, sweeping them to the floor, before speaking. "Now, what is it you wished to speak of so desperately that you came here in person. Grimm?"
A small shiver came through Weiss at the mention of the dark creatures, but she recovered before Jaune took real notice. "No. Even though your camp could use a good culling, our scouts haven't reported any spikes in activity. Yet."
Jaune bristled at the remark, but simultaneously relaxed slightly. She understood the feeling. The valley they inhabited was very small, and the mountains prevented the Grimm from entering most directions, but the cramped area also made a large Grimm incursion a problem that they might not survive alone.
Jaune's voice shook her out of her thoughts. "So what's so important?"
"Do you have a map of the valley?"
Jaune rummaged in the pile next to his desk, and pulled out a large diagram of the valley they inhabited. Weiss grabbed a piece of charcoal nearby, and drew circles over various portions of the map, some large and some small.
She pointed to the little circles she had made. "These are the civilian farms that inhabited this valley before we fought in here."
She pointed to the large circles she had made. "These are the granaries that stored their grain for the winter."
She then drew large arrows across the map, that intersected with all of the granaries and the civilian farms. Jaune's eyes widened slightly "And these-"
"Are our troop movements."
She looked up at Jaune, recovered from her surprise at his quick deductions, and continued. "As you can see, our armies wiped out most of the valley's food supply with our fighting, and there are still several weeks left in winter."
"And we're both out of food."
She looked at him curiously again. This time he noticed.
"We've had to move camp twice in two weeks to get a better position, we lose food each time we do that. And after we decimated you-" Weiss's hand clenched with white knuckles at his words but Jaune continued.
"-you probably moved your camp back in the valley to do the same. So we're both out."
She breathed once and responded in a monotone voice "Correct."
"So what is your plan? I'm assuming Atlas hates cannibalism as much as us, and that you wouldn't come here without one."
Weiss was beginning to lose patience with this blonde boy, and decided to spit out her part before she said something she regretted. "There's one option, there's one major granary that neither of our forces have sacked yet as far as we're aware. It's large enough to supply both of our armies." She said as she drew one last circle outlining it.
Jaune looked the position of the granary, before nodding. "Ahh...so that's why you came to us."
Weiss suspected he knew already, but she had to make sure, this was a matter of life and death after all, and there would be no room for error. "Yes. It's marginally closer to your camp, but quite frankly, it's practically equidistant from ours and yours. If we fight over that grain, we lose everything. None of us are getting out of this alive if it's destroyed from us squabbling over it."
Arc looked pensive. "And your solution?"
"We divide it." Jaune raised an eyebrow at that. After all, Schnees weren't exactly known for sharing.
"Really?"
"Really."
"How do you propose to do that exactly?"
Weiss's answer came without hesitation. "Individual scouting parties of our most trusted troops sent into the town, both of our forces staying a quarter mile distant. Close enough to intervene, far enough to avoid conflict."
Jaune was silent, so Weiss added onto her plan. "It's either that, or allowing fate to decide which, if any, of us walk out of this damn valley alive."
Her serious look gave Jaune pause, before he slowly nodded. "I agree."
Weiss let out a breath that she felt she had been holding in for a very long time.
"So, how do we share it."
Now that was a question Weiss was much happier to deal with.
"30-70, my people's favor."
Jaune, who had previously looked more contemplative at the thought, fell out of his chair at the suggestion. Weiss stood up slightly at the sudden movement.
He picked himself up, grumbling, and stumbled to his feet. "I'm sorry you want us to do WHAT?"
Weiss was off-put by the sudden volume change, but she stood up straight to face him in the face. "You heard me, 3 out of every 10 bales of grain will go to your troops, the rest will go to my people."
"That's insane, in what realm of Remnant is that fair!" Jaune's volume was increasing, but Weiss was determined.
"The realm where I am trying to save lives!" She practically shouted at him.
"That plan WILL. KILL. US." He shouted back.
"IT WILL SAVE US!" She screamed at him.
"Hey, you can't go in there!" they both heard from outside.
"Stay the fuck out of my way, reaper, my Lady is in there and she's in trouble."
"If you knew what's good for you, you would not take another step forward."
"I don't need an attack dog of Vale barking in my way, if you want me, have at thee!"
Inflamed by the argument, but both realizing what was about to happen just outside their tent, the two generals mutually walked out of the tent to see Nora and Weiss's late retinue squaring off against the reaper and the blonde from earlier with a group of foot soldiers backing them up.
"What is the meaning of this!" Jaune bellowed at his men. Weiss started at the tone from the meager man, but waited for him to finish.
Nobody spoke, so Jaune glared at the two women Weiss had met.
"Ruby? Care to explain?"
The reaper, who had seconds ago been ready to disembowel someone, looked sheepish as she replied to the man.
"We...heard you in distress. Sir."
Jaune sighed. "We were arguing over a treaty, a treaty that would be null and void if you killed the bodyguards of the person we're making a treaty with." Ruby looked suitably chastised, while the rest of the soldiers milling about at least had the sense to look sheepish.
Weiss decided to take her initiative as well. "Nora!"
"Yes my Lady?"
The Valkyrie looked like she was sheepish too which confirmed Weiss's suspicion that she had started the fight, but Weiss decided to hammer the point on home. "We are guests here. If we do not treat our hosts well, they will likely retract their hospitality, and we can't afford to do that. Understood?"
She threw in a quick nod of her head to the surrounding warriors that massively outnumbered them, and Nora's paling face looked like she finally realized exactly how much jeopardy she had placed them all in by riling them up.
But Weiss realized that she needed to do more to keep her men in line. She looked up at the dark sky, moon high above, and mentally guessed the time.
"Alright, I have a new order, under no circumstances, should any of you enter the command tent until sunrise, understood?"
Nora and the others in her guard looked puzzled, so she decided to define it more clearly.
"These negotiations are delicate, complex, and loud. I cannot make a deal if I have to worry you all will come barging in if I raise my voice louder than the cry of a baby. So swear it that regardless of what you hear in there, you will not interfere."
Her retinue appeared apprehensive, but she wasn't going back into there unless she knew that she wouldn't be interrupted. "Swear it!"
Finally, her men relented and mumbled oaths under their breaths swearing to not interfere till sun-up.
Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Jaune speaking with his people.
"They will not interrupt?" She said once he got within hearing distance.
"No. Nobody's barging in until sunrise. Since you put that restriction on your people, I figured treating mine the same is only fair."
She could sense a not so subtle dig at her, but she ignored it in favor of continuing to walk to the tent.
"Is it warmer in here, or is it just me?" Weiss said as she re-entered Jaune's tent.
"It's the furnace" Jaune said as he walked to his desk. "It's too hard to turn it off and back on again. I lit it when you arrived, and even with the snow outside, the heat is going to keep building." He gestured to a coat rack she hadn't noticed that was near the entrance. "Please, feel free to take off your cloak, it may be a bit too warm, but I promise we won't freeze this night."
Weiss paused in hesitation, but she finally unclasped her cloak and placed it on the rack.
She also undid the top button on her uniform, trying to cool herself off, before seeing Jaune out of the corner of her eye taking off his vest and heavy cloth shirt and changing to a lighter cloth shirt. She caught a flash of ribs and taut muscle.
She undid a few more buttons on her uniform.
Jaune grabbed a bottle from his desk and two glasses, pouring out a generous amount for both of them. To Weiss's curious eyebrow tilt, he responded "Whiskey. I need it after dealing with particularly rowdy incidents."
Weiss still looked skeptical. "I would advise you be careful of dependence on drinks. It's not an easy taste to get rid of." But nonetheless, she grabbed the glass and downed it whole, and Jaune dutifully refilled it.
"Now that we have privacy, where were we Lady Schnee?" Jaune said they stood awkwardly next to his desk.
Weiss raised an eyebrow, and tilted the glass she was drinking from to the map she had drawn circles on.
"Right. Food distribution. 70-30 is absurd."
Weiss took a deep sip of the amber liquid. This was going to be a long argument. "My forces are larger."
Jaune's face darkened, and his back straightened slightly in annoyance, bringing more of his intimidating height to bear.
"Furthermore, my troops are more diversified. We have many classes and many work harder, and thus have higher food consumption than your people." Weiss continued, oblivious to the effect of her words
"Not that it's done much against us." Jaune muttered into his glass.
Like that, Weiss was uncomfortably close to him. He could could count the strands of hair on her, she was so close, but instead opted to focus on her eyes and equal the glare she was giving him.
"I'm sorry, what was that, Mr. Arc?" She said slowly.
It might've been the heat, or just annoyance at a dig at his position, but Jaune felt more confrontational than usual.
"I was giving an observation." He said in a monotone designed to irritate.
Weiss kept up the glare for a few seconds, before remembering that she was ostensibly supposed to be negotiating.
"Well battle prowess is not related to their consumption of food. It falls to the number of troops."
Jaune's expression tightened slightly. "And how many troops do you have?" He said in curiosity.
Weiss froze.
"You know how many troops I have Lady Schnee. Well, I suppose I could have another camp nearby, but we both know that is not likely. And while I was able to get the guards to blindfold the rest of your retinue, you got a fairly good look on the way here before. But I don't know anything about your troops."
"This is a small valley, you've seen my troops." She said quickly.
"Except...have we?" Jaune said with a shit-eating grin as he laid down the glass he was holding. "We've fought you. But in a small valley, you can only push so many troops forward at once before men are more of a nuisance than they're worth. We can't say for certain we know how many Atlesians are camped in this valley"
Weiss knew where this was going, but stewed in her annoyance at the flaw in her logic.
"So we can't accept any number of troops you give, much less your food distribution percentages." Jaune was on a roll and kept going, "In fact, how do we even know you have any men left, for all we know, you're trying to bluff your way into here."
"Excuse you?!" Weiss interrupted indignantly, slamming her glass into the table. "Do you know how many risks I took coming here? You slaughtered a large portion of my forces naught twelve hours ago! Any other commander would've run screaming, but instead I put my own reputation, my own fucking life on the line by coming here! Do you know why I took such a great risk?!"
Jaune was taken aback by her sudden outburst, and couldn't form a response as Weiss continued, advancing on him, finger in his face, making him step back slightly until he could feel his own desk under his ass.
"I came here because I have men to feed!" she practically screamed. "Men who will die, if they are lucky, by the sword of a comrade or an enemy, and if unlucky, from their own stomachs eating themselves from the inside out! That is the reason I came here, not some half cocked bluff to steal from you!"
She didn't calm down after her outburst, but she did take a step back so that she was not straddling the enemy general on his desk, and her eyes dropped from his face.
Jaune, to his credit, was looking apologetic after his remark, and he spoke softly with his next words. "Lady Schnee, I would like to remind you that you are not the only one putting themselves on the line here. My reputation could be sullied if this meeting goes wrong. Most other commanders would've captured or killed you by this point, and I hope that my hospitality at least tells you that I do care about the lives of everyone in this valley."
Weiss looked him in the eyes once more, with a flicker of what might be hope in her heart, but the face that greeted her could've been cut from stone, it was so expressionless.
"That being said," Jaune continued more imperiously. "When it comes to how many mouths you have to feed, the only thing that we know about your forces, is that there are significantly fewer of them now than there were yesterday."
The slap was quick, and painful for both involved. Jaune's face had a red handprint that was being wiped away by aura, while Weiss's hand was throbbing from the contact with Jaune's face.
But as Weiss remembered having to wade through the snow over a field of the corpses where a great many of her proud knights had stood, she couldn't feel any hint of remorse over the action.
Jaune was slightly staggered, but he stood his ground as the pain began to recede.
"70-30" he croaked out.
"What?" Weiss said as she waited for her own pain to dull.
"Seven of every 10 bales of grain are mine, three are yours."
"And what, pray tell, is your reasoning for that distribution?"
Jaune sneered at her. "To the victor goes the spoils."
Any anger that Weiss had lost in the intervening seconds flared right back with a vengeance and she punched Jaune in the gut. As he wheezed and was doubled over, she spoke in a very monotone voice as she turned away from Jaune.
"Counter-offer. 60-40. Atlas's favor."
That was a more equal distribution with her estimates of their opponent's troop numbers, and with her own troop requirements.
"No. I don't know how you got number that but I've not just won a great victory in war to squander the peace with ludicrous deals."
Weiss whirled around to confront him but Jaune caught one of her arms hanging by her side, and slammed her none too gently to the desk, pinning her scant inches from where they had placed their whiskey glasses. She could feel his arms wrapped around her neck, and his chest was applying pressure to her as well, adding his not inconsiderable weight to the already uncomfortable sensation of her breasts being pressed into the hardwood of the table.
She couldn't turn her head, and as such, couldn't tell what he was doing until Jaune's hot breath was in her ear.
"50-50. Final offer. Five of every ten bales of grain are mine, five are yours. Nobody can dispute that as fair."
Weiss...smiled at that. It was a vicious, victorious, strained smile, but it was a smile of a plan finally done.
She would have never walked into this camp without checking the size of the granary. Weiss knew that her troops would have some tight belts, but it was an acceptable, and mutually beneficial solution. And now that he had finally suggested it, the deal was as good as done.
She nodded, which turned into more of just a twitch of her head given how tightly Jaune held her, but he appeared to understand, and loosened his grip to let her go.
"50-50?" He said cautiously.
"50-50." She said as she held out her hand.
He grasped it firmly. "May this deal let both of our troops survive this damn winter."
"Hear hear." She said softly as they pulled apart.
Then, there was an awkward silence. Weiss, now that the adrenaline had worn off, began to take stock of herself and Jaune. Jaune was slouched with his ass leaning against his desk, while Weiss was standing a few feet away.
More specifically, she could see that he had a sheen of sweat on his face and arms from their fight, and the heat of the furnace. Sniffing herself, she found that while pinning her, he had actually pressed into her so hard, she could actually detect his scent on her. And while it might have been the whiskey in her talking, she wasn't...entirely offended by it.
As the seconds ticked on, she found herself getting lost just looking at his features, in his hardened, yet still young face. Her eyes were drawn to the way his scraggly blonde hair cascaded around his face.
Her senses felt heightened, she could count the twitches his muscles made when his hands fidgeted at the desk's edge. She began to feel something unfamiliar in her stomach, something she was not used to. An ache in her chest that made her feel like she was missing something.
She suspected that she knew what the feeling was, but she needed to test it.
Jaune was the one who broke the silence, turning from Weiss, who he'd been...admiring...and coughed for attention before speaking. "Well, if that's it, then I guess there's no point in staying in my quarters all night, I can have my aides escort you back to your camp-"
Jaune's back was to Weiss, so he didn't notice her surreptitiously pouring herself a healthy amount of whiskey, and down it in one gulp. Jaune turned to face her in the middle of his sentence and found himself being dragged down before finding Weiss's lips crashing into his.
Her tongue ran roughshod over his teeth, delving deep into his mouth before playfully wrestling with the tongue that already inhabited the mouth.
They broke away for air, both of them panting heavily, and Jaune's arousal beginning to stir in his crotch.
"Fuck." Weiss said as she stood with a silver trail of saliva between their lips. She had felt the ache fade when she had locked lips with Jaune. It figured that the first time she got feelings for someone it had to be a sworn enemy of Atlas.
"Weiss?" Jaune said in confusion.
"Fuck. Why the fuck did it have to be you of all people?" she muttered to herself.
Jaune was understandably a little annoyed with what Weiss was saying. He couldn't tell what she was going on about, but he understood that he was not exactly well-received in whatever thoughts she had. So he decided to interrupt them with another kiss.
"Of all the rotten, no good, idiots to fall for I-mmmpph"
This time, Jaune was on the offensive, but Weiss recovered quickly, and soon their mouths were writhing mess. When they released each other for air this time, Jaune began to trail burning kisses down her collar, and stopped at her dress uniform. His lips waited at her collarbone, running his teeth over the expose his skin, while his fingers waited at the rest of the still in place buttons on her dress uniform, waiting for Weiss to give him a signal for him to continue.
Weiss drove one of her slender fingers into the waist of his pants to grab his half-hard cock, sending a shudder through his body.
That was all the signal Jaune needed, and with a roar he tore open her dress uniform, with buttons littering the floor in his wake. Exposed in front of him were Weiss's breasts, the nipples pointing out in arousal like daggers.
He dove to her breasts, sucking gently on them like a newborn babe, before he heard Weiss make a noise.
It wasn't a moan, but more of a sound of dismissal. As if everything he was doing wasn't good enough. On the heels of the sound, Weiss's voice came from above her "I can't fathom what is possessing me to do this if you're going to be so tame…"
Jaune growled at her in response. "Let me show you…"
He sucked harder, and bit lightly into her areolae, running his tongue over the nipple as he pulled back the sensitive nub, and ground it slightly between his incisors. His quick fingers twisted the other one, rolling it between them to increase contact.
This time he did get a moan out of her, and in return, Weiss trailed her fingers up his thickening shaft, and out of his pants.
She could feel another growl from Jaune through her chest as her fingers lost contact with his cock, but she quickly put them back to work undoing his belt.
In the meantime, Jaune had switched nipples, and his mouth was working on the other on, earning another round of heavy breathing from the woman beneath him.
Weiss finally undid his belt, and his pants fell to the floor, causing Jaune to let go of her nipple, and stand up to take off his shirt.
It revealed a toned body, not a blacksmith's, or a carpenter's body, but also not the scrawny torso of Atlesian royalty that she was used to seeing. It was the body of a soldier, with taut cords under a thin layer of skin.
By contrast, Jaune finally got a good look at Weiss's uncovered top, and was mesmerized by her own musculature. Jaune had already suspected that Weiss wasn't an armchair general, but this only proved it with her exposed torso looking almost as strong as his.
Jaune, panting in arousal, found his gaze drifting downward to her breasts and they traced the pale orbs in fascination and lust before roaming even lower, gliding over her abdomen, but stopping at Weiss's still clothed lower body.
Weiss found herself in a similar state, breathing heavily as her own eyes stopped on Jaune's erect cock. It throbbed with blood, and she would swear that she could make out the veins pulsating in the turgid rod. She couldn't tell how large it was specifically, but she felt a burning deep in her core that meant that whatever the size, she wanted to take all of it.
Jaune took a step forward, but Weiss halted him with a raised hand. She backed up towards his desk, sitting down on it without dropping her arm or ever breaking eye contact.
She pulled her hand down calmly and hooked her fingers from both hands into the edges of her pants. Weiss dragged them, and the slip of cloth she used as undergarments, down torturously slowly.
A white tuft of hair peeked through first, then her pussy was exposed slowly. The pink lips positively bleeding with lubrication at being penetrated in the near future.
Weiss finished dragging her pants down to her feet, pulling off them, her socks, and her combat boots in one fell swoop, and sighing in relief at finally having gotten the heavy things off.
She heard a groan from Jaune, and she could see him grabbing his shaft tightly in one of his hands. She smirked, seeing how his face was red and how his cock practically begged to be buried in her.
Weiss shrugged the shoulders of her Atlesian dress uniform, and drifted her left hand to her quivering snatch. One of her light fingers slowly dragged itself over her slit, and her heart rate began to pound in her throat. She started off agonizingly slow, but began to pick up speed, dragging it across herself again, over and over again, faster and faster, before stopping.
She began to rub just inside of herself, going in circles slowly around her clitoris, enjoying the drawn out nature of her pleasure, before returning to dragging her finger across her aching pussy. This time she started off fast, pushing and pulling her finger at a breakneck pace, making herself bite her lip to keep from coming, and in her haze of pleasure, took a quick peek at Jaune to see if he was enjoying the show.
For his part, he looked like he was on the verge of coming, hand gripping his rod like a vice to keep from jerking himself off, precum dribbling out of his cock and onto his fingers. She could see him desperately trying not not orgasm with his face screwed up into stoic determination, and a devious smirk came onto her face.
She looked Jaune straight in his eyes, and pumped her hand over her pulsing pussy even faster, her hand becoming a blur. She opened her mouth, and the pain subsiding from her bitten lip coincided with a pulse pounding orgasm ripping through her body. Her eyes never left Jaune as she let out a luxurious moan that reached to the depths of Jaune's cock.
Against his own wishes, Jaune's own harrowed breaths caught, and his own body shuddered in passion at his own orgasm. His cock erupted with semen, spraying across the short distance of the tent to hit Weiss's leg and drip into the floor.
He was breathing heavily as his cock pulsed out the remaining cum in his body, but Weiss's lust filled eyes never left his. He turned to look at his mess and muttered under his breath.
"Fucking Atlesian tease."
Weiss smiled at him. "Well I can't possibly let that little comment slide, can I? Come here."
Jaune smirked right back. He walked up and positioned himself just at the edge of his desk where Weiss was sitting up with her legs splayed open to him.
"Well? I don't know what we're supposed to do before I'm ready to go again." Jaune said with equal parts skepticism and excitement.
Weiss smirked. "Oh, I've got a few ideas."
And like that she threw her legs onto his shoulders, wrapping them around the back of his neck. Before Jaune could react she closed them like a vice around his head, forcing his face into her freshly fucked pussy. She then pulled her lower body and his head onto the desk, causing hairline fractures in the wood, and rolled herself and subsequently Jaune over so she was straddling his face. Finally, she pulled Jaune up the desk so that he was laying down on the hard wood so he wouldn't tip over.
"So, Arc, I'm a fucking Atlesian tease, huh?" Weiss spread her legs out, dropping her wet snatch onto his face to muffle any response, and Jaune could only get out a murmur of surprise. "Well if you're going to be rude, then I guess I'm just going to have to put your mouth to other uses…"
She could feel his nose just below her clitoris, and ground it into her engorged nub. She dragged herself back, rubbing it against her again, this time with a little more urgency.
Jaune decided to take the initiative from what she could feel under her crotch, and was dragging his dexterous tongue up and down her slit with every gyration of her hips. She could feel him tracing the route her own fingers had travelled naught minutes before, and in response began to swirl her pussy on his face, making sure that his tongue found every inch of her crotch.
But she could feel her passion waning slightly from that approach, so Weiss repositioned her hips so that the hard cartilage of Jaune's nose was back under her clit, and she returned to her regular forward and backwards movement. However, she also began to pick up her pace.
She pushed her hips harder and harder into his face, trying to slam his nose into her clit at speeds that would frankly have made her concerned for her partner's safety if Jaune didn't have aura, slamming his head into the table and barely giving Jaune room to breathe before shoving his face back into her dripping pussy.
Faster and faster she went, with the table thumping with Jaune's head hitting it over and over as Weiss's pulse began to rise again, she began to pant in exhaustion and ecstasy over the pleasure that came from her pussy, and it built higher and higher. She could just feel it as she gyrated harder and harder into Jaune's face, she was so close as she slammed Jaune's head into the desk hard enough to cause a hairline fracture...and like that she went over the edge. Another pleasure filled moan came out of her as an orgasm flowed through her nerves lighting her entire body on fire in ecstasy. Her pussy erupted in juices, coating Jaune in a flood of her cum, soaking his face and hair with the fruits of his labor.
She rode out the rest of her orgasm on Jaune's face, slowly gyrating until the jolts of pleasure subsided in her. When she was done, she lifted her legs off of him, flopping her freshly fucked body back onto the table.
Jaune wiped off some of the fluids on his face with his hand. He stared at his cum soaked fingers for a second, before slowly licking it off with his tongue. Weiss, who thought she'd been done after that last round, just stared at him as his tongue wrapped around long, calloused fingers. Her heart began to pound again, and her pussy was throbbing for the third time tonight despite already riding out two good orgasms.
Jaune, finally caught Weiss's eyes with his own, in a way that seemed like he was staring into the depths of her soul, and she blushed stupidly at this display despite what they'd done merely seconds ago. Her eyes broke away, and trailed down his deliciously sweaty body once more to his crotch.
Where before her little ride on the Arc express to giddiness, his rod had been flaccid, it appeared that Jaune's refractory period was over, and his cock stood once again, thick and throbbing at the sight of a beautiful nude woman.
Once again, Weiss felt a burning, deep in her core, that meant she wanted to take all of his dick into her tight pussy, and by the look on Jaune's face, he had the same need.
She slid herself through her own juices across the desk to the edge, her ass hanging over the side of the desk, her legs splayed wide open to allow him unfettered access to her womanhood.
Jaune walked to the edge of the desk, and positioned the bulbous head of his cock at the entrance to her vagina, his glans rubbing against her vulva sending a buzz of excitement to both parties.
But Jaune stopped.
Contrary to his earlier actions, he spoke in a measured way that put her slightly more at ease. "Are you sure you want this Weiss? I can go slow."
Weiss, ever the eloquent one, paused for a second in thought before leaning forward to whisper in his ear. "No, Mr Arc, I don't want this. What I want, is for you to rail me as hard as you can, like the Valean bitch of a general you are, against your desk, until I'm fucked more thoroughly than an Atlesian whore."
Jaune was taken aback for a second, before smiling in a vicious sort of grin. "You wish is my command, Lady Schnee."
And like that, his turgid cock was removed from its place at the edge of her folds, before it was rammed into her steaming cunt.
Weiss felt her entire body move from the impact, and she felt her pussy filled to the very brim with a hard staff of muscle and cum. She could tell he was balls deep into her as they bumped against the bottom of her crotch, still swinging from the impact.
A wave of pleasure went through her, but was quickly cut short by Jaune's rod being yanked out of her. She barely had time to breath before he slammed into her again, shaking the whole desk as her ass dragged the table with her.
This time, she ignored the beautifully filling feeling in her, and wrapped her legs around Jaune's back for stability, while simultaneously grabbing the edge of the desk with her hands to keep from getting pushed off.
Jaune pulled out again, and threw himself into Weiss's quivering pussy, driving his staff into her, causing another wave of pleasure to flood Weiss's body.
This time, the force was so great, Weiss's fingers made indents in the desk where she had gripped it to keep from moving, her aura flashing slightly at the force.
Jaune moved faster and faster, pistoning his cock in and out of the abused pussy, slamming it into the wet hole, with his own pleasure growing with each thrust.
Weiss could feel her orgasm building, and she released one of her hands to shift over her clitoris for stimulation, timing her finger's thrusts with the cock driving itself into her body.
Each thrust brought another wave of pleasure and pretty soon Weiss's hand and Jaune's cock were blurs rubbing out Weiss's cunt.
Finally, Weiss could feel her pleasure reaching its peak. Her heart rate had accelerated to a roaring in her ears, and her breath was starting to catch. One last thrust from Jaune and a quick bit of friction over her clitoris took her over the edge and she almost screamed in ecstasy from the orgasm that rippled through her body.
Jaune kept fucking her through the first shudder, and the second shudder, and all the subsequent dwindling shudders of her coming off of her cumming around his dick.
Her quivering pussy around his cock only excited him more as he reached his own orgasm, feeling the pulses of blood and pleasure going through his cock as he reached the point of no return.
"Weiss…" he said in a strained voice. "I can't-I'm going to-" Weiss leaned upward towards his ears, wrapping her arms around his neck, whispering to him. "It's okay, do it inside me, cum in me…"
And with those words, any measure of self-control on Jaune's part was lost, his pace got more frantic, building up more pleasure in Weiss's spent pussy before his cock exploded in her with cum.
Jaune felt the thick ropes of semen coating the inside of Weiss with spunk, and the shuddering pleasure of finally being able to release his load in her. Weiss, having been already keyed up, and taken over the edge by his final thrusts, came around his cock as well, with a lesser but still satisfying orgasm.
Jaune's cum came in more and more subdued bursts, but it was more than enough to begin to spill out of her spent cunt, white semen dribbling out of her well fucked hole. He slowly removed his cock from her, her pussy contracting slightly as if it didn't want its toy to leave it.
Weiss was well and truly done for the night, and by the looks of it, Jaune was too. But she couldn't help but take one more look at his cock at half-mast, as it dripped with Jaune's juices, as well as her own. With a last naughty thought on her mind, she reached out to the spent rod, and trailed one of her manicured fingers up its length, coating it with semen and her own juices. and looked Jaune dead in the eye.
She slowly stuck her finger in front of her, and now that she had Jaune's attention, stuck it all the way into her mouth, and sucked it clean of their fluids. The finger pulled out of her mouth with a light pop as Jaune stood there, enraptured at the display.
With that, the spell was broken, and Jaune looked sheepish again as he rubbed the back of his head. "This tent has blankets to rest on should you want to sleep here, though there's scarcely room for one on there. I'll leave if you would like some privacy."
Weiss rolled her eyes at the suggestion, and grabbed his arm.
"Hey, what're you-" he managed to get out before Weiss practically threw him onto the blankets that served as a makeshift bed, before shrugging off the Atlesian dress jacket that had somehow stayed on throughout their entire tryst, and joining him.
When he looked at her, confused, she rolled her eyes again and responded. "Atlesian tradition. Sharing body heat is important during winter." She neglected to mention that her status meant that she rarely was able to partake in the tradition, and that it was well warm enough in the tent, but he didn't need to know that.
He looked like he was about to protest, but Weiss cut him off with a harsh glare that brokered no comments.
"Alright" he said cautiously.
Jaune turned his nude body onto his side, facing away from her, and Weiss curled her own nude form up into him, her breasts pressing into his back and her legs wrapped around his.
She was happy, she was warm, and while she might have been in the middle of enemy territory, in the arms of a general that had tried to destroy her and her troops mere hours ago, she also felt paradoxically…safe.
Weiss stood on a small hill overlooking the granary they had worked so hard to share amongst their peoples. She was back with her troops, but Weiss couldn't help but ruminate on them morning she had woken up to earlier that morning after her...encounter...with General Arc.
They'd woken up with far larger hangovers than they'd expected, and a little bit more embarrassment than was strictly necessary on both sides. Jaune had cooked a small meal, and together they had worked together to make sure they were both presentable enough to announce the new treaty. Both of them had many marks and stains on them, but fortunately, Jaune had his armor, and Weiss had her cloak to obscure any truly scandalous details.
They'd left his tent finding that their people had not in fact started any wars while they were gone, so Jaune hurried Weiss and her retinue back to her camp before they were missed, and her subcommander, one Lie Ren, initiated a revenge attack.
Weiss had explained her deal to her officers, who were now transferring half of the grain to their camp to eat for the winter. Furthermore, they had finally gotten orders from the capitol, which meant that they could finally leave this gods-forsaken valley once the snow had lessened. But something about that made her stomach twist slightly in longing. It wasn't anything about any particular attachment to the valley, but more about the people in it. More specifically, one person in it.
She looked across the field to where the Valean forces lay. She couldn't see him from this distance, and even if she could, it was not like she could do much given that she was surrounded by her men. Waving like a damsel who pined for a knight would hardly inspire or endear them to her.
But she still looked.
She knew, deep down, that she would probably never see that strange general again. She knew that she would be sent to the far corners of Remnant to deal with another battle, another war far away from him.
But she still looked.
And deep down, somewhere inside her, she hoped she would find that strange general again.
Little did she know how prophetic her hopes would be…