Check out time wasn't until eleven so it gave Jaune a few hours to relax in bed. He took advantage of the king-sized luxurious bed. It was much softer than the pine straw bed he had at home (or that's what he jokingly called it since his father made it himself). He channel surfed different networks that suited his fancy. There wasn't really a channel that caught his interest. Once he tuned in to a cartoon channel, he lied back in bed. He pulled his blanket for warmth. Willow wasn't in bed. She left to get breakfast for the both of them. He hoped that she got his pancakes with strawberry jam with the hash browns. He prayed to Oum that she didn't forget ranch dressing. Hash browns without ranch dressing were like a day without sunshine to the teen. Better yet, it was like without having Willow in his life.

A few days have passed since the incident with her husband. Nothing much has happened since then. Honestly, nothing has happened since neither of them has returned home since the discovery. The thought alone made him stare at the suitcases and backpack at the end of the bed. He didn't have much time to pack, let alone say goodbye to his parents and his sisters. He left a note, stating that he loved them and it was for the best.

It was ultimately a whimsical move. A risky move he may add, but a move he thought was good for the both of them.

His eyes darted when hearing the door opened. He was met with relief when seeing Willow come in. In her hand, she had breakfast. In her other hand, she was on the phone. Presumably, it was Weiss. As Jaune was about to get up to assist, she held her hand. She mouthed, "Stay in bed, dear. I will set up."

Following her request, he returned to bed. He sat up while watching Willow on the phone.

Please, dear. This wasn't a move to hurt either you, Winter, or Whitley.

I understand your feelings but understand mine.

No, I wouldn't purposefully do such a thing. I wasn't aware of your feelings toward him.

Weiss, you know I love you. I never want to hurt you. I never wanted to disband this family.

Honey, your father was going too far. He didn't have to lay his finger on him.

I know you care for him. He values you, too. Jaune needs me right now and we have to make our move.

Because if we don't, then we are both in danger. Jaune is good as dead and I won't let anyone, especially your father, harm the man I have fallen in love.

Weiss, you have every right to be mad. You do. Please, baby. It wasn't planned. It just happened.

Ok, dear, I will let you go. I love you, Weiss. Goodbye!

She rested the phone on the table. She looked at the bags as she searched for his food. "They didn't have your strawberry, but I have given you honey. Is that okay?"

Jaune shook his head in agreement as she issued out his food. "Is Weiss okay?"

There was a brief silence, but she turned to pass the silverware to him. "She has better days. Aside from that, she isn't in much of a better mood." She retrieved her items and sat at the foot of the bed. She held Jaune's hand gently as they blessed the food before eating. As they were eating, she stopped to look at his face. "I can see the swelling is clearing up. I am glad."

Jaune blushed, picking at his pancakes. "No longer you will have a decorated war hero fighting for your honor."

"Sweetness, you are fighting for my honor every day." She looked at the suitcases. "Now that we are becoming human vagabonds."

He took a bite of his pancakes. "It's only that way if we are running away from the past. Well, in a sense we are." He scratched the bridge of his nose. "I see to it as two lovers in search of a new beginning."

She rubbed his hand affectionately before kissing it. "You have a way of making this old lady feel better."

James and Autumn Rounds were the alias they have given the hotel clerk. With an additional "tip," they promised the couple asylum while their flight was hours away. The silver lining of it was Weiss making connections with some friends to arrange their flight to a place that Jacques wouldn't find and wasn't welcome either.

"Weiss said that we will have to get adjusted to the cold for a bit for their winters are harsh," she said while taking a bite of her food. She ordered the same thing, but with chocolate for coating.

"I can be in the pits of hell for all I care. As long I am with you, then all is well," replied Jaune.

Willow looked at the ceiling before turning her sights on her lover. "Jaune."

"Yes, dear."

"Is this a move you want to do?"

"Why would you question that?"

"I have never met a man who is willing to go out of his way to be with me. No one has ever gone to these lengths."

He swallowed his pancake. "When you are in love, things like that happen. It can make a person goes crazy." He looked away for a moment. "I would be a liar if I didn't say the thought of being with an older woman sounds appealing." He placed his food aside. "Seeing you alone at the diner reminded me of a skittish kitten."

"A skittish kitten?"

"Yeah. Alone and destitute in a spot that doesn't belong. Abandoned, thrown out to wither and die. Searching and looking for a place to call home." He edged closer to Willow. "I knew of you through Weiss. She never liked talking about you, in the sense of Mom and Dad. I won't go into detail about your transgressions for it was before me and you."

Willow appeared flustered. She looked as if Jaune rose her curtain.

"I knew of your drinking problem. I knew of the abuse he had given you." He balled his fist. "I knew...I knew...I knew of the times he borrowed you to others for the sake of growth in his business."

"Jaune."

"When you stood alone at that table and looking like a skittish kitten, I wanted nothing more than to comfort you and to give you a home. Before I stepped into the diner, I knew you were there. Call it fate, Willow, but those ass whoopings are minute compared to the pain of not meeting you." Jaune came to face Willow. They were at nose length of each other. "Willow Schnee, my love for you is deeper than any trench in the sea. Your value and wealth is finer than the quality of gold in this world." He pecked her on the lips. "I might be a boy. I might be underaged. I may be in high school, but I am acutely aware of the feelings of love." He pecked her once more. "And these feelings I can't help but to convey to you."

Tears were falling from Willow's eyes. Jaune used a napkin to wipe the tears.

"You were right when we were making love that night. I don't know much about you. For all I know, you may have lied about this. Jacques may not be as criminating. Maybe you set me up. For all it was worth, I would do it again if it means sharing a kiss with you."

Willow pressed her lips to his forehead. "You make this old lady such a special being right now. I love how you are making feel."

"And quit calling yourself an old lady," he interjected calmly. "I see a youthful spirit in front of me. Age doesn't have measure, just how you value yourself with it."

"Then what should I call myself?"

"Willow," he made a peck. "Beautiful, charming, loving, a mother," he said as he kissed her with each comment. "And one day, you can change that last name of yours."

She smiled, slapping him on his back. "Dear, even I must say you are not ready for that, yet."

He snickered. "Yeah, but can't say that I can try."

She pulled him down to the bed. "After a while, the flow will sound good. As of now, being lovers sound good to me." Willow invited her tongue into his mouth as he gladfully accepted.

"In sickness and in health, Jaune," she said in between kisses. "For better or for worse."

"Til death do us part," replied Jaune as he pulled her into their kisses.

Willow broke the kiss. She licked her lips. "I think we can make things more interesting, my love." She grabbed the container of chocolate spread and watched as the sticky substance dripped across Jaune's chest. She ran the bottle over both nipples then down his body, letting the spread pool just above his bellybutton. When finishing, she applied the honey and spread it over each nipple.

"This is going to be the sweetest pancake I have ever tasted," she said before lowering her head and licking the honey and chocolate spread off each nipple. She nibbled around each nipple, licking every trace of the sweet substance from his upper body before moving down. He licked and nibbled over every groove, dip and crevice of Jaune's body. She savored every bit that was on him. The sweet taste of chocolate, the creamy taste of the honey, and the deliciousness that was of Jaune. She dipped her tongue into his bellybutton cleaning out the sweetness left. She let out a loud sigh. "Yummy!"

"Keep going baby," cried Jaune. Willow loved it when her name changes when he was in the mood. She complied with her beloved, taking his throbbing member into her mouth. She relished in the pleasant flavor of the sweet and salty goodness. She wrapped her hand around the base, while her other hand moved to press Jaune's sensitive hips. She nibbled on his phallus before moving her mouth down and taking in as much as she could. As she moved her head back up, she sucked hard as she pressed her tongue against the head underneath.

She created a rhythm of moving down, taking as much into her mouth as he could before moving up, sucking and using her tongue to press against his member and then licking over his slit, twisting and squeezing the hand that was at the base every other time he went down.

"Willow," he hissed while covering his stifled moans.

Willow moved her hand from the base down to his balls. Fingering and playing with them as he rolled them around in his hand. Willow looked up into Jaune's face and could already tell that he was close, just by the way that he bit his lip. Just as she looked away, her mouth was suddenly full of his sweet milk. She swallowed it all and licked him clean before slithering back up his body.

"Willow, I…" It was interrupted as Willow pressed her lips against his, saving a bit of his release into his mouth.

"Let's not speak, my dear," purred Willow. "Let our bodies do to talking for us."

Jaune turned over as Willow took the bed. Willow reached for more of the chocolate spread. She turned onto her back. "You know what to do," she whispered. He poured the sauce over Willow's back. He began licking off the substance, smearing it rather than removing it. He ran his tongue down Willow's body. From her shoulder blades to her back dimples before reaching her entrance. Pulling apart his ass, he ran his tongue across the entrance, using the chocolate spread as a lubricant. He licked around her ass before pressing his tongue against her pussy. He felt her muscles give away and he shoved his tongue in deep, using his hands to press her hips back down.

She groaned into the pleasure with her head buried into the pillow. "Jaune," she managed to say as he continued licking his tongue into her pussy. He ran his fingers through the remaining chocolate on Willow's back and moved them down to her cavern. He replaced his tongue with his fingers, pushing them in and spreading his fingers to prepare her. After a few moments, he removed his fingers and used the rest of the chocolate the lubricate his throbbing member.

"Please...enter...me," she whispered gently to him. "Make...me...your...woman."

"As you wish," he replied. He closed his eyes as he thrust his dick roughly into her pussy. Jaune felt the contractions and knew that he was entering her special place. She looked with pleading eyes, allowing him the permission to enter it. He grunted as he knew he was close to coming.

"Make my pussy never forget your shape, Jaune," she cried. "Empty your load inside of me."

He threw one of Willow's legs over his shoulder to get a better angle. As he thrust in again, he heard Willow scream out in pleasure. He smirked to himself, pleased that he had hit her weak spot. He pulled out before thrusting back in, hitting that spot again and again, basking in the joy of hearing the screams and moans of pleasure that came from his beloved.

"Jaune, I'm coming," she screamed loudly as if to the heavens.

Jaune felt the gush of her juices escaping out of her pussy onto his dick and the sheets. Jaune kept thrusting until he finally released his load inside of her pussy. He continued to spurt with each thrust until the climax subsided.

They rode out their orgasm before Jaune collapsed onto her dick. As he tried to pull out, she stopped him. "Let it stay," she whispered to him. "I want to feel your warmth a little longer."

"As you wish, my dear."

"Jaune," she whispered to him.

"Yeah, Willow?"

"I love you!"

Tears were falling. Finally, she said it directly to him. She felt the tears dripping onto her back. "I love you, Jaune!"

"Say it again!"

"I love you, Jaune!"

"I love you, too!"

"Jaune."

"Yeah?"

"No matter where we go. No matter what happens, you don't have to worry about me being out of reach."

He kissed her neck tenderly. "You have never left. You have been my biggest supporter."

She turned her neck. "And that goes double for my devotion to you." The duo shared a kiss, neither caring that they were both sticky with semen, chocolate, and honey. At any moment, the front desk would call to confirm their departure to parts unknown. They were unsure what routes they would have to cross. They were fortunate to have each other.

Willow Schnee and Jaune Arc. Nothing more, nothing less.

THE END!