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Chapter 2

Three of a Kind

"Jaune…" Yang's voice inquired, more throatily than before. "Have you ever kissed anyone before?"

Jaune struggled to look at the girl in front of him. He felt the familiar rush of blood into his face as his cheeks reddened. "N-No."

The lilac eyes were locked onto his, half-lidded, as she smiled. Her teeth disappeared briefly as she licked her lips. They had felt suddenly parched.

Then she leaned in.

Jaune didn't move. He had a faint hope, but he'd never really expected this to happen. It was so sudden.

Yang leaned herself across his body, raising herself onto her knees and putting her hands on his broad shoulders. She quickly captured his lower lip between hers and then didn't know what to do. Her plan hadn't even gone this far.

So she kissed him.

She gently sucked on his lower lip. Just briefly before letting it go. But she didn't move away. Instead, she snagged it again, and again. The third time she didn't let it go, and suddenly he was sucking back on her upper lip.

Electricity ran through her and she leaned deeper into his body. Hoping to increase the sudden rush of pleasure. He pushed back with his body, his hands pulling her from behind. He was stronger than she'd thought. But he was not forcing her, she wanted this. This closeness.

Everywhere they were touching was alight with pleasure. His large hands on her back and hip. Her nails digging gently into his shoulder. His pulse beneath her fingertips. Her chest squeezed against his. Their lips.

She felt the gentle brush of his tongue against her lip. It surprised her, but she opened her mouth slightly to reciprocate. They touched, hers and his. Then they began to explore each other.

She felt the shape of his teeth before he felt the shape of hers. He sucked on her tongue for just a moment, like he didn't want to it let go. Then they seemed to wrestle for control before he explored deeper inside of her mouth. He relented and so she pressed the advantage, exploring a place she never imagined to be. And enjoying every second.

Their breaths were coming in short powerful gulps between kisses. Or harsh, raspy puffs through their noses. Their hearts were beating like jackhammers; adrenaline pumping. And both of them suddenly parted, gasping for much needed air.

Their eyes locked.

Yang's bedroom eyes shot open. This wasn't a game anymore. She wasn't just teasing him. He had just had his tongue in her mouth, and she'd loved it. Slowly her senses seemed to be returning to her, like she had been briefly lost in a waking dream.

She was sitting, straddling his lap. Her body pressed completely against his. Strong powerful arms gripped her hips close as she hugged his neck. Heavy breaths caused her chest to heave, pressed tight against him, and sending jolts of pleasure through her breast. No space seemed too existed between them.

Jaune, to his credit, immediately realized that something was wrong. His grip on her hips loosened and almost fell away. All she had to do was move and he would let her go. But he didn't remove them, he didn't actually want her to go anywhere.

Yang lowered her head, she couldn't look him in the eyes anymore. She pulled her body back but made no move to get off of Jaune's lap. She buried her burning face into his warm chest, trying to hide from the world.

"I am so, so sorry!" Came her quiet, muffled cry. Her voice reverberating gently into his chest.

Jaune placed a hand on her head, stroking her hair gently. He didn't understand what was going on. He'd felt nothing but joy only moments ago. But now Yang had her face buried in his chest. Was she crying? Did he do something wrong?

Weiss was staring daggers from the far side of the cave. The fire was burning bright and warmly between her and the others. As for Jaune, the licking flames framed and emphasized the Heiress' displeasure. He had just confessed that he had feelings for her, then he'd started sucking face with Yang.

Weiss had been curious when Yang had asked about Jaune's experience with women. She'd listened to hear more, but a gentle moan from Yang had made her look over out of curiosity. They had no decency, nor discretion. She'd moved away in an attempt to give them some privacy, but they refused to keep their voices down. She'd sat there, seething with anger as Yang and Jaune withered and moaned like a couple of demented animals.

And the entire time she wished it was her kissing him.

Jaune wasn't anything special. But that was part of his charm. He didn't have a lot of expectations or criteria. Titles and accolades hardly seemed to matter to him at all. She could be herself and he'd probably still enjoy kissing her, holding her, touching her…

She wasn't in love with him. But he could be called handsome; in a rugged sort of way. He was tall, she liked that. And he was nice. Friendly.

But Yang had thrown herself at him the first chance she'd gotten. If Weiss hadn't interrupted them earlier; who knows how far things would have gone. She had been laying on top of him at the time.

Even now, she was sitting in his lap. It was… probably really comfortable…

Jaune looked away from Weiss. Her glare was only growing more intense and he didn't know what to do. He was definitely in trouble. But with Yang in his lap, there was little he could do to rectify the situation.

Yang pulled herself together. She'd spent the last few moments chiding herself about how it wasn't a big deal. Jaune hadn't been against it, he'd reciprocated with intensity. It wasn't like they had gone further. It was just kissing. No, it was one kiss. They technically only broke it right at the end when they came up for air. One kiss is no big deal.

Raising her head, she felt some color return to her cheeks but she quickly tried to suppress her embarrassment. She was still firmly planted in Jaune's Lap, one of his hands gently gripping her hip. The other softly caressing her hair. It felt good, not weird in any way. She liked this. Why should she move?

As her attention turned to Jaune, she noticed his attention on something behind her. Craning her neck she looked over her shoulder. Weiss, wreathed in flame, looked like she was about to destroy the world.

Yang turned her head back. Trying to avoid making direct eye contract with her teammates. She took a deep breath and then kissed Jaune full on the mouth.

Jaune had been trying to avoid Weiss' glare and failing. When a sudden softness pressed against his lips. He reacted by returning the gesture; gently returning to the intimacy from a few moments ago. Everything beyond him and Yang seemed to fade away as his grip on her hip and the back of her head intensified.

Yangs tongue took complete control of Jaune's mouth for a long moment before she pushed away from him. He was left stunned, appreciating the intensity and a little confused. Yang was smiling brightly, her breaths coming in short and fast.

"Now," She croaked briefly as she found her voice. "It's Weiss' turn."

"What!" Weiss and Jaune responded simultaneously.

The word was the same, but the meaning was clearly different.

Jaune was simply confused. He had been kissing Yang and now Yang wanted him to kiss Weiss?

For Weiss, it was a different matter. Jaune had a crush on her. She didn't know how to respond to that. How was she supposed to feel? She was appreciative of his feelings. And she liked having confirmation that someone found her attractive. But this was Jaune.

And now it was her turn for what?

Yang slowly rose to her feet, she tottered slightly as some of the feeling returned to her lower limbs. She then proceeded to pull Jaune to his feet. He stood awkwardly and shuffled his feet needlessly. Trying to readjust his pants for both comfort and concealment. But then Yang was pulling him along to the other side of the small cave.

"What are you doing?" Weiss probed, raising a hand defensively as Yang pulled Jaune towards her.

Yang stopped in front of the Heiress. A smile split her face from ear to ear. "We promised that if he told us who he had a crush on that we would reward him."

Jaune's jaw dropped. He stared at Yang for a long moment trying to remember the chain of events that led them here. Then his gaze shifted to the seated woman before them.

Weiss was turning an ever darkening shade of red. Her eyes were darting from Yang to Jaune in an animalistic panic. She was trying to remember what she'd agreed to. And even if she hadn't agreed to it; did she want to let this chance pass her by? She wasn't exactly experienced with men. And from the sounds Yang had been making, Jaune seemed…. enjoyable. But would he take it the wrong way if she said yes?

"Weiss, you don't have to." Jaune suddenly spoke up, drawing the attention of both women. "It's fine. I got an r-reward. A… a good… reward."

Yang stood shocked for a moment before growing a big, sly grin.

"Aww!" She cried happily, pulling her fellow blond into a one-armed hug that quickly devolved to a headlock. Ruffling his hair as her heart seemed to be jumping with joy. It kind of made her feel short of breath when he complimented her.

"I'll do it!" Weiss spoke up, surprising herself.

Her teammates looked at her with puzzled expressions. Weiss was suddenly feeling self-conscious again. She could sense herself blushing even more and did her best to compose herself.

Moving her gaze to Yang, the Heiress felt her blood boil. Jaune had said his reward was good; as in good enough. Weiss was going to make him forget about Yang completely. Then he'd feel properly rewarded. It had been a brave thing to do. To open up to them.

And to tell her, personally, that he had feelings for her.

"Y-you don't… AH!" Jaune started then stopped with a yelp.

Yang let Jaune go when Weiss stared her down. She brought her hands up in an I-give-up gesture even as Jaune collapsed onto the ground. Yang smiled down at her friend.

But this smile was fake. Forced. She didn't want to give up Jaune. Not right now. Something about him tonight was exhilarating. Dangerous even. And she craved the excitement he fed her.

Jaune pushed himself into a seated position next to Weiss. He looked up at her, a bit of fear and expectation mixed awkwardly in his expression.

"You don't have to…" He repeated looking away from her.

"I made a promise." She stated simply. "Let's get this over with."

"But…" His voice trailed away as she took his big head in her tiny hands.

They were locked in each other's gaze. Weiss' expression was fearful, she wanted more time to prepare herself, despite feinting impatience. She stared into the deep bottomless sea that were his eyes; feeling some sense of romance from that thought.

Jaune's expression was stiff when the Heiress grabbed his head. He knew what was going to happen, he just wasn't sure how to start. But as he fastened onto her icy blue eyes, he could see she didn't know either. His expression softened and a small confident grin tugged at his lips.

Weiss couldn't help but smile back. He looked like such a doofus. Her eyes found his smile, it was absolutely charming. She felt herself draw closer. Only to realize that Jaune was moving towards her.

She was going to complain about him going too fast, but her protest was immediately silenced by the arrival of his lips. They were soft. Jaune gently sucked on her upper lip and she followed his lead by sucking his lower one.

It was different. Weiss' mouth was smaller, not that he was entirely surprised given Weiss' more petite frame. But with Yang, he had felt… even… somehow. With Weiss, he felt more masculine, dominant and in control.

Jaune reached up and removed Weiss' hands that were holding his face still. Then he switched to kissing her bottom lip. He pulled her arms towards him so they would wrap around his neck. This caused Weiss' whole body to shift towards him. Then he put a hand onto the small of her back and pulled her in closer. Her tiny frame was light and easy to manipulate.

The Heiress moaned deeply into the kiss as she was pulled tightly into Jaune's embrace. Once she was secured against him, Jaune let his tongue slip along Weiss' soft lips. They parted slightly, allowing him to advance further into the kiss. She offered no resistance as he explored her mouth. The woman in his arms simply moaned and squeezed him closer; as if asking for more.

Weiss coiled her tongue around his. Sucked on it and his lips. And made a few brief exploratory motions into his mouth. But mostly she allowed him to invade her. He explored her to his heart's content without wresting for control. She let him lead this dance.

Jaune returned to just kissing her lips for a time. She reciprocated, but her tongue would slip out into the space between them. He found himself sucking on it rather than her lips more and more often. So, he invaded her mouth once more and she moaned deep and pleasurably under his assault.

Then he slipped away. Breaking the kiss.

A small strand of saliva was left between them briefly. From Jaune's smiling face to Weiss' dazed expression. It suddenly broke and fell away, and Weiss seemed to regain some of her composure. But not all of it.

"T-That wa-was…" She stuttered quietly.

"Amazing. Sensual. Breathtaking." Yang finished for her.

Yang was sitting close. She had watched the whole thing. At first with some annoyance. Then she started noticing differences in how she had been kissed. Jaune was clearly far more confident than Weiss and his offensive and dominating style made Yang wonder if she should let him lead next time.

Weiss was standing upright on her knees, her body pressed firmly against Jaune's. Embarrassed, she untangled herself from him and sat back. Her vision blurred a little and she was suddenly lightheaded. She hadn't realized that she'd been leaning against him for support as well.

Jaune's hands were still holding Weiss' small frame as she sat back. She teetered a bit in his grip, but he held her upright until she was safely seated.

Then Jaune was all smiles. He had just made out with two of the hottest girls he knew. This day was on the fast track to being the best day ever. Too bad he would probably have to keep all of it a secret

Proofread and latest adjustments: May 6, 2017

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