Disclaimer: Don't own RWBY or any of it's characters.

Rating: M (lemon this time)

Basically the summary, lol. Just so you're prepared though, instead of one POV like the previous ones, it will switch between the two of them.

Jaune breathed out with a groan, sinking a bit below the water. How could he possibly be lucky and unlucky at the same time?

He was out-of-his-mind lucky to have Pyrrha as his girlfriend, and even lover now! He knew that; everyone knew that. Seriously, look at her: smart, beautiful, extremely nice and supportive, talented in battle, those green eyes + red hair, that smile- anyway, you get it. Still somehow, she'd been drawn to his charm and his looks, apparently, and he'd utterly failed to notice until she told him straight up. And after that, he'd been fairly dazed and wondering if this was really happening; the coolest girl in school was his insatiable lover (long story), and giving him help with his fighting abilities-

Oh, yeah. Speaking of fighting abilities, that was what he meant by unlucky; the smallest things could trip him up and cost him.

He tried to go over it, everything Pyrrha had taught him as well as the movements, seeking to get better. But unknown to himself, his mind started wandering, though the focus was still on Pyrrha - soon enough, he began to see and feel their intimate sessions again. They'd come a long way in three months - almost four if you counted the three weeks where they just kissed - and he still couldn't believe it, even as he did enjoy it. Not to mention the first time shock/pleasant surprise at it all.

But of course, underneath that was the anticipation for their upcoming date, where they just might 'do it'. She hadn't directly said it, but all the little pieces fit, and he couldn't find a reason not to think she wouldn't! He'd do what he could, of course, but would he still be any good? And was he being silly, as he had a habit of being about little things that the answer should be obvious to?

He wasn't sure really.

How long he thought about this, he wasn't sure... but when he came out of it, he glanced at the time.

He sprang up. "Oh man!" he breathed in a panic, quickly getting out and splashing water everywhere. "I'm gonna be late!"

Outside, Pyrrha felt glad she'd chosen a relatively warm night for their date, even if Jaune was seven minutes late. Despite that, her body was fighting a very slight chill, and she slowly breathed in and out. Then again it had only just turned to evening, so they had some time before it could get really chilly.

She glanced out toward Beacon, wondering what was keeping him.

Her answer soon came in the rustling of bushes, drawing her attention, but nothing was there... until Jaune burst through in a hurry. However, his foot snagged on a low thorn, then he went sprawling with a 'Woah!' and a loud thump.

"Jaune!" she cried out, instantly standing up.

"I'm okay!" he said quickly, arm in the air to prove it. "I'm okay."

She was still there, helping him up quickly, quickly assessing that aside from a scratch or two he was perfectly intact. Also, his hair was still completely damp, and a few drops lingered here and there. "You didn't have to rush that fast, Jaune" she said softly. "You could have been fifteen minutes late and I wouldn't have minded."

He made a sheepish sound, rubbing his head (and stopping when he realized the result). "Sorry, I just didn't want to keep you waiting at all" he answered, wiping his hand before he slowly took her own.

She smiled, grasping his fingers back. "I'm very glad" she said, then gestured to the large blanket she had been laying on, which rested near the launch pads. "If you'd like, we can sit down-"

Even as she said that, she was gently pulling Jaune along to do so, but he resisted slightly, making her trail off. He looked more than a little nervous, but not truly scared, as far as she could tell. "Jaune?"

"I - uh" he stammered a little, gulping slightly as he glanced away for a moment. "What's the plan for our date, Pyrrha?"

She noted the evasive answer. "It's flexible, Jaune" she said gently, but when his nervousness increased, she was confused. "We can do anything we choose, so long as we agree together."

"Is um - does that include, well-" he continued, but he couldn't finish his sentence; his cheeks simply heated up. "The end result?"

She felt as if the answer was right in her face, but she couldn't see it. Rather than ask what the 'end result' was, she glanced up and tried to solve it herself. The embarrassment on his cheeks ruled out all but a few answers, one of which was their relationship, if she was correct. And if he was referring to the 'end result' of any relationship, then there were several possible-

A feeling briefly flitted across her current sensations; that of white-hot pleasure.

Oh.

Her heartbeat rose immensely, and her cheeks were pink; she was convinced of that. But more important were the words coming out of her mouth: "Jaune, that's not required!" she said quickly, close to stammering herself. "And I hadn't planned on doing that, tonight, really. But I have thought about it!"

Jaune was stunned, or maybe it was dazed. "Y-You have?" he asked, blinking before he seemed to get over it, his voice now intent. "And?"

She looked down, seeing how loose his hands were in hers. "I-" she started, before she paused, Jaune staring at her the entire time.

"...I would like it. If the desire was mutual."

They stood there for a long silence, or it felt like it to her. She remained looking at Jaune's hands until she noticed they were not quite still, then she slowly looked up, the motion harder than she'd have liked. Jaune's expressions were going through a similar process; trying to say something, the 'should-I-or-not?', what might have been 'is-this-the-right-time?', and so on. Seeing this helped the embarrassment, just a little.

Eventually: "I- well, I uh- the feeling IS mutual-"

This brought it back full force, even making her gasp a little, but Jaune hadn't finished:

"-but I'm worried! Are we even ready for this!? Is it too early!? And why me!?" Jaune was panting heavily by the end of his outburst.

She was left staring at him, the rush rapidly diminishing as she fought against disbelief; how could Jaune still think he didn't deserve her?

Seconds passed, and Jaune jolted when he realized what he'd said, glancing down repeatedly. "Uh-uh" he breathed quietly, rubbing his head. "I-I'm sorry, Pyrrha - I shouldn't have asked that last one. I know you; you wouldn't have chosen me for, uh, well 'that' if I wasn't worthy. And if you weren't sure-"

Immediately, she wrapped herself against Jaune to stop him, surprising him ("Pyrrha?"). She smiled a bit, enjoying the hug before she pulled back, just enough to look at him. "You're learning, Jaune" she whispered simply, warmly.

He made a faint sheepish sound. "Yeah, but I've still got a ways to go" he admitted, putting his (wet) hand on his neck, which briefly confused him. "I just, I really have to work at it, removing that last - uh-"

He briefly glanced upward, then looked at her with a hesitant expression. "'Vestige'? Is that the word you'd use?"

She smiled even more, gently kissing his forehead. "'Remnant' would also work" she answered warmly, Jaune smiling a little after that.

A few moments later, she slowly glanced over at the blanket, and saw Jaune doing a little of the same in her peripheral vision. She was fairly certain things had changed; what had simply been a warm blanket for a date was now a possible platform for the 'activity' they had discussed. Still, she looked back at Jaune: "I planned tonight simply as a date; we should just start from there." she said gently. "Anything else, of any nature, is not required, Jaune."

His expression was still nervous, but he nodded. "Yeah" he breathed, then stronger: "Yeah, that's something I can live with, easy."

She smiled, gently leading him toward the blanket, making sure to wrap her arm around his.

Jaune felt the way Pyrrha hugged his arm close to her, which both pleased him and made him more nervous.

He guessed he shouldn't be surprised; they'd just indirectly said they had both thought about this and that they did kinda want to, even if 'when' wasn't clear, among other things. Still, he enjoyed it even as Pyrrha took her spot, and him right next to her. "Apple?" she asked, referring to the basket nearby. He answered 'Sure', so Pyrrha gave him a green one, though it wasn't as bright as her eyes. He looked at her for a moment, then bit into his apple-

Actually, he stopped just before that happened; something smelled off about this apple, but very faint. Something... kinda like caramel?

When he asked, Pyrrha giggled. "You're correct, Jaune. Ren prepared caramel apples yesterday, and I hadn't eaten mine, so I thought they'd still be good for our date" she answered.

He looked between the apple and Pyrrha several times. "Then - what happened to the caramel?" he asked, nonplussed.

Pyrrha got a very strange look. "Currently, it should be making their way through Nora's digestive tract, if it has not already done so" she answered mildly.

"Nora?" he exclaimed, disbelieving. "What is it with that woman and things like this!? If it's not sap, then it's nectar and if it's not that, now it's caramel? Why!?"

After the initial surprise, Pyrrha slowly dipped her head. "I am not inclined to believe I can explain Nora's behavior anymore than you, Jaune" she said softly, but with understanding. "But you may not fear; I washed these apples thoroughly after discovering this fact."

He glanced at the apple he was holding - having briefly forgotten about it - and felt distinctly relieved. "Well, uh" he breathed, slowly putting it back in the basket despite that relief, "they may be washed, but I don't I'll be eating right this second anymore" he continued sheepishly. Pyrrha merely smiled with understanding, then bit into her apple with a distinctive chomp. He looked at that for a moment before he stole a glance 'down' at her, which she didn't notice.

After a moment he noticed what he was doing, and quickly glanced away, but it wasn't lost on him. A simple question; did he want to right now, tonight in general, or did he wanna wait?

He honestly didn't have a clue - he knew waiting might make it harder, but he also didn't feel like he wanted Pyrrha right this second or tonight, at least not this moment. But as he'd said already, he did kinda want to at some point.

He was like this for a few moments, then, out of nowhere: "Pyrrha?"

"Yes?"

"There's something I'm still worried about something" he said, without conscious control. And when he realized this, his heart practically froze-

"What is that, Jaune?" she asked, looking at him curiously.

-and then forced itself to unfreeze. Great.

"Well, I-" he stammered, but managed to forge on after figuring 'what the heck?': "in addition to 'too early' and 'ready', I worry if I might get you-". His tongue would not form the word though, so he tried again, "Pr-", but it still wouldn't let him. Gah, it was driving him crazy how he couldn't even say a single word! The embarrassing implications didn't help at all though!

He didn't notice (at first), but Pyrrha's cheeks turned a dark red as her expression changed to one of embarrassed understanding. And when he did notice some seconds later, the red had lightened, somewhat. Meanwhile, he just felt horrified/excited/fearful and more at the same time as Pyrrha looked at him.

She glanced down once, then back at him. "I'm flattered by your concern, Jaune" she said shyly, something he rarely heard from her. "But there is no need to worry about that; I have been on the pill for some time."

"You're-" he started, before he just stopped, mouth open. "When did you start taking that?" he exclaimed, bewildered.

The red faded to a shade of pink, and stayed there. "About a month ago" she answered, more soft than shy now.

A month... he mentally backtracked through their intimate sessions. Finally taking off her shirt and seeing her bare breasts- no, way too early. That particularly thorough (and intense) 'exploring' of each other's genitals while still only in their underwear- no, too forward. He eventually arrived at when they'd seen each other in their underwear, though whether it was the first time or the next was hazy. When he came to, he saw Pyrrha had noticed his concentration, or something similar.

"Do you want to know why, Jaune?" she asked.

He looked at her, not sure how to respond for a sec, then he opened his mouth - but stopped; he decided it was better to ask those questions later, when he'd adjusted to this new info.

"Uh, not right now" he started, then he breathed out, thoroughly relieved. "Still, thank god" he said heartily, "I'm not ready to be a father, intentionally or otherwise!"

Because his head was tilted down, he missed Pyrrha's massive surprise + embarrassment at his words.

Eventually though, her hands gently touched his shoulders - he looked up when that happened.

"No one is ready to be parents at our age, Jaune" she said softly, though with a bit of stammer. "And those who think they are? Frankly, they are deluded."

"Agreed, kinda" he answered mildly, after a moment.

Then she tilted her head. "You really thought I'd let that happen though?"

For some reason (probably the relief), he laughed. "No, not really" he said sheepishly. "But I was still worried, Pyrrha. I guess - it just sorta came out wrong. Sorry."

Her cheeks were still pink, but she giggled, then she kissed him gently. He was surprised, but he got into it easily - however, when she pulled away, he suddenly felt like he didn't want her to.

She smiled at him. "Tell me what you want, Jaune" she breathed softly, holding him close.

"Wha?" he breathed, heart pounding; had she suddenly read his mind?

"For this date" she continued, resting her head against his. "What would you like to do next?"

Maybe it was his heart pounding, but he felt very strange all of a sudden. Seconds ago he didn't want Pyrrha to stop their kiss, and now she was holding him very close, and his heart would not stop beating (well, faster than normal). He no longer felt afraid that she'd read his mind, but he still felt... uh, 'strange' was all he could put it in. What was going on with him right now?

"Jaune?"

He realized he hadn't answered her, and strangely, he got a flash of the 'hotter' sensations they'd done. Wait a minute...

He slowly looked at Pyrrha, who was looking at him with confusion. "Pyrrha, I-" he started, then trailed off.

"Yes, what is it?" she asked, really close now.

He looked at her, really doing so, then slowly moved his hand... Pyrrha gasped at the result; his palm was now resting directly against her chest.

After the surprise wore off, she looked back at him, panting slightly. "Oh, Jaune" she breathed, eyes half-lidded.

His heart felt like a hammer now. "Oh I want to be with you, Pyrrha" he breathed, feeling something come over him. "Why am I still afraid!?"

Her answer was to kiss him, hard, and this caused his fingers to tighten their grip on her chest, which in turn caused a little sound to leave her mouth.

"Don't fight it, Jaune" she said to him. "Just be with me."

Be with me... oh those words affected him more than he understood!

Almost immediately after she said 'Just be with me', Jaune made some sort of strangled sound, then he launched himself at her. But she wasn't surprised; her instincts were simply on fire.

With delight, she returned Jaune's kiss with equal passion, pulling his head against hers fiercely. He groaned at this, both hands now against her chest, squeezing and groping. Her breath hitched at the sensations, as she always did, but she showed how much she liked it by caressing his tongue with her own. Things got hazy for a little, but she only cared about the pleasure she was giving Jaune, and vice-versa. As they 'fought', he suddenly pushed her forward, and she squeaked when her back hit the ground.

Jaune was the first to make a move; he pulled apart from their kiss, making her gasp with want, and dug his fingers into her shirt. He pulled it up with great force, and she barely got her arms up by instinct. With this motion done, she was now bare from the waist up, and Jaune wasted no time pulling her against him. She gasped when their bodies collided, as well as when his lips found her neck, specifically just under her jawbone.

But she would not be passive; she grabbed Jaune's shirt in return and pulled it up, forcing Jaune to pause in his actions. As soon as she finished, Jaune's fingers were at her waist, digging in thoroughly. The hot touch made her gasp, but she refused to let that stop her; she did much the same with his waist. For the next stretch of time, they struggled with each other.

Then just as she was preparing for his next move, Jaune seemed to stop, blinking a bit.

The sudden slowdown confused her a little, until she saw that Jaune's initial burst of passion had passed; he was returning to the slower-more-romantic (but still hot) awareness, instead of somewhat-blind overwhelming passion towards her. Inside she felt a little relieved; she had nothing against the latter, as she did like it, but she preferred the former most times. Immediately after that, she realized that they were both completely naked, and shyness threatened to return.

They've felt each other up, thoroughly, but they hadn't seen each other this way yet. Across from her, Jaune seemed to be going through something similar.

Quite some time passed, or it felt like it. Jaune repeatedly glanced down at her, and though it made her nervous, she did not attempt to cover herself beyond her chest - and neither did Jaune, during her own glances. "Pyrrha" he breathed nervously, his arms around his stomach, as if he were chilly.

She scooted closer, gently bumping her shoulder against his, simply leaning against him. "Jaune" she breathed softly, liking the feel of his arm on her back. They stayed upright for awhile, though Jaune did move his other hand to her hair after a little while.

She smiled; she enjoyed that too.

However, soon she noticed Jaune moved both hands into her hair, his fingers moving across her circlet. "What is he doing?" she wondered, hearing the small chain jingle from his movements.

She soon got her answer: Jaune hesitantly started to lift it up from her hair with one hand. A little breath escaped her lips, but after that, she felt strangely warm about this.

Jaune slowly continued to lift up her circlet, though he had to slide it down her ponytail before he could fully remove it - but after that, he looked at it for a second before placing it beside her clothes. She slowly lifted her bangs, which had been dislodged by this action, just in time for Jaune's look. They gazed at each other, both fully conscious of his other hand in her hair, which was toying with the thick scrunchy keeping her hair as it was. She slowly nodded, and after a little pause, Jaune started to pull that off too.

The full weight of her hair lightly hit her back, and she felt strangely shy, just like the first time. She remembered it vividly:

She had just exited the bathroom after a shower, fully clothed, and about to finish setting up her normal appearance. However, just as she started to hold her hair up, Jaune had come across her and stopped in his tracks. She didn't know why, but she'd felt shy about Jaune seeing her like that. Jaune had looked very amazed though-

-which he definitely seemed now. "Wow, Pyrrha" he whispered, breathless. "You're - you're amazing, better than I'll ever be."

"Jaune-" she started, tucking her hair behind her ears.

"I'm serious" he said, making her pause. "I'm okay at fighting right now, and I'm getting better. And I'm not bad-looking, right?" he continued, with a sheepish chuckle. "Well, I'll be a hero someday, but I - *sigh* I-I couldn't have gotten this far without your help."

Truly surprised, she stared at him. He'd been resistant to her help since the beginning, even after he accepted; that must have taken quite some effort to say. Deep on the inside, she was overjoyed.

"You know, it's weird" he breathed after awhile.

"Hmm?"

"My heart's pounding, hard, but I feel calm" he said, in a strange tone. "How am I calm when we're like this?"

He hadn't looked down when he said that, but her cheeks turned pink. "Our bodies act strangely sometimes, Jaune" she whispered simply, slowly stroking his cheeks with both hands (he shivered).

He slowly brought his hands up, gently moving across her arms, which made her shiver as well from the hot touch. "Maybe-" he breathed, both of them sitting closer together than before. "It's that 'last warning' that there's no going back?"

"Perhaps" she breathed softly, starting to lean in.

He started to do the same. "Why are we still talking, Pyrrha?" he wondered wryly.

"I don't know."

After that, their lips touched again - but what started out as gentle soon became increasingly heated.

She knew deep down there was no going back, and nothing would stop them now. But she wouldn't want it any other way.

Got a bit long, so I decided to split it between the build-up here, and the actual lemon next :)