Jaune Ark found himself wandering the halls of Beacon alone, attempting to drown out his thoughts with the hustle and bustle of the students as they moved to a from unknown destinations, absorbed in their own worries and cares. He envied them as they went about their day, unaware of the troublesome thoughts that occupied him.

Two nights prior to this excursion, Jaune had found himself entangled with a young woman who prior to that evening he had never felt he truly knew. But now, he might say he knew her too well. They had spent the better portion of the afternoon wrapped up in one another, and all at once he had been uplifted from naivety to manhood by Nora's bountiful embrace. Though in the heat of the moment he felt it acceptable, with each hour since his waking the next day, he wondered more and more if what he had agreed to was wrong. It wasn't just the sudden passion between them, no. In truth, it was the thought of looking Nora in the eye without truly having a romantic notion in his heart. All his life he'd been taught about true love and devotion, and yet he still saw Nora as a friend, and not a lover.

These perplexing points crossed his mind endlessly throughout his waking hours, be they spent in class, training, or simply lying awake at night, watching the moon-cast shadows play across the ceiling of his dorm room. So much had they invaded his judgment that he found himself toppled three times as often during his sparing sessions with Pyrrha. And all that wasn't even taking into account what had happened with her that night.

At last, the hour drew dark, and the students began returning to their room for lights out. Jaune sighed, and resigned himself to spend another night tossing and turning as he contemplates his morality. With all the enthusiasm of a damp rag, he listlessly drifts toward his room. As he spies the door approaching, his only hope is that Ren and Pyrrha might break the silence of the evening with some chatter before he left for night training.

Luckily, Nora had agreed to assist with the Grifball team's practice, and so was not in their room between Jaune's arrival and his departure. This absence would not last though. As Pyrrha effortlessly tossed him around the roof of the school, he worried what he might say if Nora tried to strike up any conversation. For the past few days, she'd only made small talk, or had been too busy to converse, but sooner or later he would need to face her. He contemplated jumping from the roof, but then remembered that thanks to Pyrrha's regimen, the fall would do little but painfully wound him, even if he concentrated the force of the fall on his skull.

After training was over, Jaune afforded himself a hot shower, hoping to relax himself. It had no perceivable effect, and he returned to his room tired and anxious. As he settled into his bunk, he stared at the ceiling again, pretending to count the popcorn that covered it, while silently punishing himself for his actions. Somehow, he managed to get to sleep. That is, until his dreamless slumber was interrupted by a quaking.

Jaune's eyes opened suddenly, beholding the pitch black of his room. As his eyes adjusted, he noticed an unusual warmth at his right side, and when he peeled back the covers, he found a young woman, voluptuous in her tight nightclothes, nestled against him. For a moment he had himself convinced this was a dream, or perhaps a nightmare, but when he saw her wide eyes turn up to look at him he knew it to be true.

"Nora," he whispered, cautious to avoid waking the others. "What are you doing here? Go back to bed."

Nora shook her head, and pulled herself up to speak to him more closely. Jaune felt a bit of excitement having her rub up against him again, and briefly wondered if she might want something other than a word.

"You haven't talked to me in days. This is the only chance I'm going to get, so I'm taking it." Nora spoke softly, yet her natural energy emphasized every word.

"W-well it's- I mean I've been busy."

"You aren't busy now, unless you were up to something under here?"

Jaune sighed, rolling his eyes. There was no way out of this, clearly. And truth be told, he didn't want to force her away just yet.

"Why have you been avoiding me? Is it because of what we did? I thought we agreed that it was just casual."

"It was but… I guess I just feel sort of guilty."

"You didn't do anything. I wanted it. You wanted it. We're grown up, we can have some fun without it being complicated."

"Yeah well, I guess not." Jaune looked away from Nora, hoping that escaping her gaze would give him more courage. It works for a moment, but Nora forcibly pulls his face back to look at hers when she speaks.

"Jaune, you're being really uncool. You looked me in the eye and told me you didn't love me, and that's fine. But if you're going to stop being my friend just because we had one night together, this team thing is gonna blow hard for the next four years. So can you at least take out your tampon long enough to get over it?" Nora's gaze if fierce, and Jaune's resolve begins to melt. He shut his eyes, and exhales, letting the stress flow out.

"Alright, okay. Sorry. I won't be so closed off."

"I just want you to talk to me. You're my leader."

Jaune nodded and the two of them share a smile. For a moment, Jaune forgot why he was even worried. Nora's face is actually quite disarming when she's happy. As they watched each other, Jaune felt a sudden warm sensation run through him.

"Wh-what? Nora?"

As they lay there, Nora had taken Jaune in her hand, and begun playfully toying with him. She never broke eye contact, instead watching his face for every reaction. She seemed to be greatly enjoying his facial contortions as she stroked his ever growing length through his shorts.

"Shh, you're gonna wake up the others." She smiled, excited by the way Jaune writhed beneath her.

"I th-thought we said we were f-friends?" Jaune couldn't help throwing his head back as Nora seemed to hit every spot he wanted without even being told.

"We are. But you're a fucking good lay. So how's about we just… you know. Help each other out now and then? Nothing serious, just taking the edge off." She took her hand from him long enough to slip it inside his clothing, and as skin met skin the sensation Jaune felt grew ten times as intense. He struggled not to make a noise in the dark. "Go ahead and resist if you don't like it."

"You-ah! You're…" Jaune was forced to bite his knuckle to stifle a groan, and seeing this Nora sped up her motions. Jaune had had enough by now, and agreed silently to Nora's terms. "B-but you're…"

Nora slowed down, allowing Jaune enough power to at least speak his mind.

"Isn't it unfair if you're just doing this for me?" He spoke in fluctuating volume, it being the best he could manage in the current situation.

"Oho! Good point. You know, I slept like a rock that night thanks to you. It hasn't been the same since. I just figured I'd return he favor tonight to make us even. Starting tomorrow, we're fresh. Got it?" Nora did not wait for Jaune's answer, instead tightening her grip and speeding up again. The last few strokes were almost as good to Jaune as Nora's insides had been before, and he climaxed into her hand. As he came down, Nora licked her reward from her fingers, smiling. Jaune soon relaxed fully, and just as Nora predicted, felt incredibly sleepy and ready to drift off. As he shut his eyes though, he felt Nora grab hold of his left wrist, and pull it across his chest.

He turned, and before he knew it Nora had pulled his arm around her into a cuddling position. Jaune was confused, to be sure, but did not question it. Instead, he merely closed his eyes again, and let his hand wander beneath her cotton top, to cup her naked breast as they fell asleep.

Nora was gone the next morning, but thanks to her help Jaune had slept so well he nearly landed a hit during his training that night.