Authors Note: this got out of control reeeal fast. Just a warning, Weiss will probably seem pretty OOC in this chapter. I had Exvnir's help with editing and cleaning up as usual.

Breaking the ice

Jaune was, surprisingly, getting used to the glares. Even with the extensive damage control Weiss, Pyrrha and Blake had done, word had gotten out of moans from Yang and words from Jaune coming from team RWBY's dorm. Naturally, this caused several reactions.

One of which being that during training earlier, many of the guys and a few girls went out of their way to cause as much damage to Jaune as possible. Festive.

Second was the increasingly dark glares he had been getting from Ruby all day, in and out of classes. Again, festive.

Third and finally was the demand for a massage he got from Weiss last night.

Oh dear.

Weiss was skeptical.

Sure she had seen what Jaune had done to Pyrrha and heard what had happened between him and Yang, she could only assume that he had given Blake a massage as well, seeing as she dragged him away to team RWBY's room. She had heard their reactions as they got massaged. And yet, she was still skeptical. She came from a higher class of society where every need was met by willing and eager servants. Weiss was no stranger to massages; she had received massages from some of the best practitioners all across Vytal.

Blake, Yang and Pyrrha however, had not.

They were not accustomed to the comforts she had lived with, they couldn't have known what a real massage was, so it was no surprise they acted that way. She would admit it looked like the boy had some skill, but she was certain that his would not surpass the skill of the professionals she knew.

Oh how wrong she was.

Cardin Winchester was angry.

No, screw that, he was furious. That weak little runt he beat up had been heard banging one of the hottest girls in Beacon!?

Ridiculous.

And yet, he had seen that during classes, when Jaune and Yang's eyes met they would both blush and look away.

And then he had been in the cafeteria when everyone saw Blake Belladonna, the resident hot bookworm and coincidentally the partner of Yang, drag him down a floor or two. He had sent people wanting to know what was happening, only to be scared off by her glares.

Man that girl was scary.

He had assumed, along with every other guy, that she was dragging him down to beat him up for having sex in the room she slept in. An hour or two later, however, he was walking to his team's dorm only to see Pyrrha Nikos, the famous celebrity, being ushered into his room with a hiss of "I don't exactly want other people to see this" punctuated right after by a moan coming from Blake.

In one last infuriating act, the little weakling had dragged his hot as all hell partner out of the library to their, room where they were not seen for hours and Weiss Schnee was seen warding people away from their room.

So, he made up a plan to get back at the little shrimp.

He convinced as many people as he could to beat down on the wimp during training, so that he would be sore and unable to stop Cardin as he forced Jaune to tell him to how he got into the same bed with three beauties.

Or at least, it was supposed to work that way.

When he considered Jaune nicely buttered up he went to interrogate the wimp. He was passing by the library only to be confronted by the three girls Jaune had supposedly slept with.

And they did not look pleased to see him.

At exactly seven o'clock PM, Jaune stepped nervously into team RWBY's room. The room was clean and all the beds were made. It smelled faintly of lavender and vanilla and was lit by several candelabras in the place of the natural sunlight, seeing as the curtains were drawn already. Weiss had her back to him; she was wearing what appeared as a white translucent nightgown. She sat on her bed, below a hanging bed with blankets drawn around it like curtains.

'Definitely Ruby's' Jaune thought wryly.

"Took you long enough" said Weiss with a frosty tone.

He stepped up to her warily, waiting to see where she wanted him to sit, before he noticed something out of place about her.

"Did you bring the ointment?" Jaune reached from his pocket the container of vapor rub.

"Weiss, shouldn't you change into a more…... opaque shirt? It's a bit... awkward if you wear that." He said, blushing and hoping she didn't react badly to his question. Thankfully, she didn't. However she did react in a way he wasn't expecting.

"You're not going to be massaging my back." She said. She turned around and directed him to sit on an armchair beside her bed, one of the ones Yang had been on a few days ago.

He sat down, but before he could ask where she wanted her massage she slung her bare right foot onto his lap.

He only stared at her in mild shock before he began to get annoyed. Seriously? He knew by her actions and tone that his flirting had gotten annoying really fast, so he had stopped after some time, but this was just humiliating. She expected him to give her a foot massage? What was he, a slave? Back massages where fine by him but a foot massage? That was just plain gross. Before he could protest he came to another realization.

He shouldn't get angry at Weiss when she had Myrtenaster pointing not so subtly towards his crotch. After all, Blake had said that the girls were planning to castrate him. As much as he wanted to think that Weiss had her moments of kindness he would not put it past her to take a stab if he pissed her off.

Not to mention, he had noticed that Weiss had a slight limp to her stride yesterday. Her leg and foot must be sore from training. Knowing that, Jaune couldn't leave her in that condition.

'Fine' he thought sourly. 'If you want to fight unfairly, so will I'

He would go all out.

His touch was feather light at first, almost gentle. He was feeling for tense muscles which were usually a good place to start. He felt the slightly throbbing part and smirked to himself. 'Jackpot.'

Weiss was silent as she watched Jaune stop his administrations and began adding some amounts of vapor rub onto his hands with no expression. Just as she opened her mouth to yell at him to get started before she got angry, he quickly pressed down.

Weiss would vehemently deny in the future that what came from her mouth was a moan the moment the massage began. But as much as she would deny it, it was. And it was a loud and breathy moan. He pressed down, shifting his hands to grasp her right foot and started working on it, using a combination of his aura, the vapor rub and his talent to concentrate solely on the task at hand, putting forth as much effort he could.

And it showed. Dear God did it show.

"Hah…"

"Oh!"

"R-right t-there…"

"Ah~"

Jaune smirked on the inside, getting some satisfaction at the flabbergasted look on her face.

'How can he be this good?' Weiss thought incredulously as she moaned. 'He has had no formal education in massaging that I know of, he has never even experienced a proper massage, so how is he better than anyone else I have ever been too!?'

Then he took her other foot with his other hand, and all thought was wiped out by just how damn good it felt to have him massage her feet.

"So Cardin, I hear you have been getting angry at Jaune," asked Pyrrha.

"Yes, I hear you were getting pretty pissed after hearing some rumors about us and him," Yang said

"So, are they true?" Cardin said a little too quickly

Before anyone could clear the situation, Yang spoke.
"Yep. They are true. And guess what Cardin? He is better than you ever will be. His powerful hands on my body…" she trailed off, shuddering in delight. "There is just no comparison."

Cardin was fuming.

Blake, having been around Yang for quite a while now was quick to catch on.

"After he and Yang went at it, I knew I had to have a turn. He had me moaning for so long. I can't wait for him to have time to go again with me, the feeling is amazing."

Steam was practically coming out of Cardin's ears.

Pyrrha finally got it; they were talking as if they had sex, but not explicitly stating it. Since he didn't know all they got was a massage he would think they did sleep together.

"He decided to use his aura when my turn came around." She said, smirking inwardly at the not so subtle jealous looks she was getting from the two girls. "He lasted hours before we finally had to call it quits; it took every ounce of self-control not to lock him in that room with me."

Cardin was red faced, but also despairing. Hours!? He hadn't showed that kind of ridiculous endurance during their fight, had he been holding back?

"And now Weiss is getting her turn, I can't wait till we go to bed so we can talk about how much she loved his hands on her body." Yang finished with a dreamy expression to seal the deal. "Can't wait for another session~"

Cardin snapped. Or at least, he tried too. He had barely managed to shout "YOU FUC-" before his legs were struck down and had his crotch kicked for good measure, knocking him to the floor and making him wail in pain.

"Idiot" Yang said, receiving furious nods from the other two.

Pyrrha was about to walk away and head back to her room when her shoulder was grabbed by Blake.

"So, he used his aura huh…?" Blake asked in a suspiciously dark tone.

'Shit.'

Jaune was getting a little nervous. He didn't who did it, but at some point either she had pulled his hand or he moved his hands up. Without warning he was massaging her lower thigh. Jaune was leaning towards the former, seeing as she had yet to yell 'Pervert!' at him.

His thoughts were confirmed where after a few minutes of her now louder moans she grasped his wrists and pulled his hands to her inner thigh, at the same time pulling back the hem of her dress to expose skin and a flash of black lace.

'Not really her color' Jaune thought somewhere in the back of his mind that was not currently having an aneurism because of how close his hands were to her panties. At this point he was leaning towards Weiss to have a better position in massaging and thus getting a perfect view of her face. Naturally, he was going scarlet.

"Uh, Weiss?"

She responded by pulling his hands farther, laying his hand on a place he wasn't quite comfortable even touching, much less massaging.

"Weiss."

This time she grasped the back of his head, pulling him a little too close to her heaving face.

Okay, that's it; this is where he was drawing the line.

"Weiss!"

Abruptly her eyes focused as she took in the scene in front of her. One of her hands was leading Jaune's hand to her black panties, the other pulling his face directly in front of her own.

She screamed.

Jaune blew past Yang and Blake, having already seen Pyrrha off at her room. Weiss soon followed, wearing a ruffled nightgown, having disheveled hair, her entire face flushed and Myrtenaster in her right hand.

"Get back here Arc!" she shouted at him, and was about to summon an ice prison before Blake placed a hand on her shoulder, calming her down just slightly. Yang was staring at her with wide eyes.

"The hell happened in there?" Yang asked the still fuming girl.

Having time to recollect her bearings, Weiss began to blush even more, if that was possible. She hadn't acted out of anger, more shock as she realized while looking back on it that she had been the one pulling his hand and head towards her.

She didn't answer her teammate's question, but simply muttered to herself, "He seriously needs to give me another."

Yang smirked and Blake chuckled at this, both thinking the exact same thing.