NOTE: I need to reel in my muses. They're running loose again.
"Good evening. I'm Rhys Cranson and you're watching Timeline, BNC..."
Twenty-year-old Jaune Arc was a young man of many contradictions. One being that he was very overprotective of his underaged sisters while harboring a deviant desire to be pleasured by a similarly-aged girl...so long as she was neither blonde nor within the Arc bloodline. So he when he met fifteen-year-old Ruby Rose through an online chatroom, he could not resist the opportunity to finally sate this long-suppressed hunger.
It started innocently enough. Then, he pressed his luck. And, boy, was he lucky! Ruby apparently was in that stage of exploring more of herself. Jaune was familiar with that period in a girl's life and made no attempt to hide his willingness to help her in that regard. The lewd language came naturally, him teaching young Ruby—otherwise affectionately nicknamed 'Rubes'—the miraculous experience shared between a man and a woman when they fall in love.
After a month of communicating online, inclusive of sharing pictures—photos of her pretty face made more beautiful by the reddening tips of her hair as well as photos of him and his 'work-in-progress' body (including the legendary Arc sword, of course)—they managed to set a date to meet in person. It was on a privately-owned lodge on the island of Patch which was barely an hour's ride via bullhead from Vale. No distance, fare hike, or motion sickness could hinder this thirsty youth in his journey to be with young Ruby.
Eventually, he was on the doorstep of the house. It was a large house, isolated in the wooded parts of the island which did not seem all that worrisome. He was sure there was a reason why the people who built this would choose to live this deep in the wilds where Grimm often prominent. At least the Huntsmen from nearby Signal Academy were culling the Beowolf herds.
He knocked on the door.
"Come on in!" Ruby's adorably squeaky voice called out from inside.
Jaune grinned from ear to ear as he helped himself inside, home-baked cookies and store-bought milk in hand. "Ruby~! I'm here! I got your cookies and your milk. And some extra, too~!"
"You brought your sword? Awesome!" her voice rang out from somewhere in this vast yet empty house.
For one, the place was neat. Clean carpet, pristine furniture. It was a perfect getaway for anyone wanting to really get away from Vale's urban niches. The blonde bachelor set his presents on the kitchen table beside a plate of red velvet cupcakes.
"Red velvet cupcakes, huh. You made these?" he called.
"Yep!" she replied from that closed door over there. Was she in the bathroom? Ooh, maybe he could sneak a peak. After helping himself to some of these cupcakes, of course.
"Nice," Jaune mumbled, savoring the sugary sweetness that was red velvet. Kind of reminded him of that faunus Velvet. "You got a big house, huh, Rubes."
"I know. My house is beautiful, I love my house. In fact, it's so big it can fit my whole class!"
"You're still studying at Signal?"
"Yeah! My dad and uncle are teachers there."
Huh. Good to know. He was in the homestead of accomplished Huntsmen. Boy, he would be in a load of trouble if either of her guardians were to suddenly pop in. "They live with you?"
"Yeah. But they're out on some big hunt so they won't be back for another couple days."
Score! He should have packed some extra clothes and some toiletries.
"My sister Yang, though. She made it into Beacon this year so she won't be around for much longer," she continued a little somberly.
Eh, nothing he should worry about. "Where's your sister? Shouldn't she be watching over you or something?" Come on, keep playing the big brother card while he still could. It made him a little giddy.
"She's having a sleepover with some friends so it's just me."
This evening could never get any better, despite that small muted voice nagging at him in the back of his mind...which he promptly ignored. He finished off the remaining cupcakes. They were strangely hard, as though they had been sitting out for the whole day—then again, it was probably Ruby's inexperience with baking. The girl said she loved to eat more than cook.
Come to think of it, Ruby was taking her time to pretty herself up for him.
"Where are you? Will you come out~?"
"Oh, I'm still changing. I spilled some milk earlier."
"Aww, you don't have to change, Ruby~!" the blonde cooed, a hungry smile embedded onto his face. "Remember, I brought you cookies and milk." And then some. "You might get messy again and have to change again."
A giggle. Aww, that adorable squeaky giggle that really got the cogs the animalistic side of his brain turning. "Oh! D-did you bring...did you bring protection?"
Jaune stood up. That door there. He reached for the handle, his mood and moxie up at maximum to get this party started. "Yeah~..."
Instead of Ruby, however, he was greeted by an older man a foot taller than him. He was a blonde like him and was dressed in a black suit while carrying a binder. "The only bad news about that is you're probably not going to need that sort of protection tonight," he said.
Jaune nearly stumbled back. Thankfully, he managed to maintain his footing as he backtracked until his clenched butt cheeks pressed against the corners of the kitchen table. "H-hello, s-sir!"
Oh, shit. Oh, shit! No, no, no, NO! SHIT!
"How're you doing tonight?" the man greeted a little too cheerfully.
"F-fine, sir."
He gestured at the stool by the table. "Why don't you take a seat?"
"This is twenty-year-old Jaune Arc. He came here expecting to sleep with a fifteen-year-old girl named Ruby..."
ORIGINALLY DRAFTED: November 6, 2018
LAST EDITED: November 6, 2018
INITIALLY UPLOADED: November 6, 2018
NOTE: I might follow-up with another one depending on the cogs grinding in my head.
