Long story short. I have been getting spam flames from guest accounts since this story began back in chapter one. I've been ignoring it for a long time but the consistent insulting bile, combined with the work involved in moderating and removing it, has been playing with my patience.
Similarly things got a bit tough when my roof half-collapsed and I ended up ranting here a bit. I've altered this now to remove it, but allow a small message to remain.
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So there it is, just an ultimatum of sorts. Don't bother - I'm moderating guest reviews now so generic hate will be removed. I never wanted to have to do this... why would I - it's just more work? But apparently I have to...
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Beta: College Fool
Chapter 7
How dare he!?
She was the one in control, it was her who decided when and where – not to mention the manner in which they would do it. He was a tool - nothing more than a form of relief; someone to satisfy that hunger within her.
So how dare he get her excited, how dare he turn her on so much?
And then walk away?
She wouldn't stand for it. That… this slight against her. She was irresistible. A paragon of beauty and illicit lust all wrapped up into one delicious package. She was everything a man wanted in a woman, and so much more at the same time. Men had fought for her attentions, women too.
And he had just walked away from her, to spend time with his friends?
So turned on had she been, so aroused… that she'd been forced to bring herself to satisfaction alone in her team's bathroom; biting down on one hand as her fingers worked their magic on her hungry flesh. He'd left her desperate and wanting – to play with herself like some bumbling teenage girl.
No one had ever dared do that to her before. No one would be so foolish.
The night's sleep had done little to calm her frustration either. In fact, the dreams she'd had served only to irritate her more – sensual and erotic – in a manner she'd rarely experienced before. He needed to be punished for daring to put her through that. He would be punished. She'd see to it personally.
Leaving her high and dry like that; the only option was to do the same to him. She would make him want her. Want her so badly, be consumed by lust and desire until he was a mess of barely restrained need. And then she would walk away.
It would be the perfect revenge… better still if he followed her; if he begged on hands and knees for her attention, for her to touch him. The mere thought of it was enough to have her thighs rubbing together, vicious smile working its way slowly to her lips. She could imagine him now, on his knees before her as she sat on the edge of her bed.
She wouldn't accept him that easily. Words were cheap… no, she'd make him earn her forgiveness. She'd make him show her why he should have the blessing of being accepted back into her bed. Her legs stretched out luxuriously; golden eyes closed as she imagined his hands and lips upon them, slowly working his way higher. Stopping when she commanded him to - a small frustrated whine coming from his lips as she teased him.
Gods, yes…
She couldn't wait. It had to happen, today if she could manage it. Her body desired it - she desired it. There were no other tasks to be worked on; it was Friday and all they needed to do now was wait for the students to have their missions, for the scheduled time to arrive and the breach to occur. Some might say that revenge was a dish best served cold; but to her that was only whispered by fools who had not the power to achieve it.
Revenge was a dish best served blisteringly hot. So quickly that her aggressor could both recognise and remember what it was they had done to deserve it, so brutally that they could do nothing but regret ever crossing her.
It was with that thought that she brought forth her scroll; typing a quick message to her little toy.
If he wished to play games… well, she was a master of them.
"You look beautiful," his azure eyes roved hungrily up and down her form, paying particular attention to her long legs – which she'd left bare. It was the first time she'd worn her normal outfit in a while; though she hadn't expected it to be for an event like this. "Red suits you."
"I'm sure it was the colour you were looking at," she whispered. The teen's face flushed, his smile taking a chagrined edge. He took her hand in his, drawing her close for a small kiss. She smiled against his lips, biting on the lower one gently while staring into his eyes. With other people around them he didn't dare do anything to deepen it, though she could tell he wanted to.
Perfect.
It had been the work of but a few moments to lead Jaune Arc into asking her on another date. Simply mentioning their upcoming missions – and the distance it would create between them – was enough to have him ask to spend time together. The cinema had been her subtle touch, merely mentioning they should catch a move or something. Of course, the inexperienced young man had taken that idea and run with it.
So very predictable, though in this case that was hardly a bad thing.
"Let's go – I've heard good things about this movie." Jaune pulled her along, his fingers intertwining with her own in a manner she was fast-becoming familiar with. He always seemed to want to keep hold of her and the act of holding hands, in some strange way, seemed to be something he was very keen to maintain. That had never been something she really bothered with in those rare and brief encounters she had with other men. Sex had always been just that; pleasurable, passion-fuelled and fulfilling. No one had ever mistaken it for anything else – and there certainly hadn't been any hand-holding or pillow-talk afterwards.
This felt childish by comparison. Then again this was Jaune Arc – so that sort of made sense. A few clerks gave them – or more likely her – interested looks as they went through the tills. Even they could see the odd dichotomy of their relationship; particularly how calm she looked while Jaune appeared an over-eager puppy.
"Would you like a drink too, Cinder?" he asked as they shopped at the counter. The man serving behind the bar stared at her unabashedly, eyes glued beneath her neck. She could tell from the way Jaune's hand tightened that he had seen it too – and that he seemed less than impressed.
She might have encouraged his reaction; just to see another enactment of how he'd been the other night. But that would only serve to delay her plans – plus this was a little more public.
"I don't mind sharing yours," she said instead – reaching up with her other hand to pull his face to the side. Hard blue eyes left the gazing employee, meeting smouldering gold as she leaned towards him. At the last second she paused, darting her tongue out instead to lick at his bottom lip. She saw his eyes widen as she pulled away. Not to mention how he licked his lips, the better to savour her taste. "Is that okay?" she asked – nodding towards his fizzy drink and the straw pointing from it.
"Of course it is." He held it out towards her and she – seeing an amusing opportunity – leaned forward to accept it. She made him hold it as she drank, sealing her lips around the straw as her eyes remained locked with his. There was the barest hint of red left on the straw as she pulled away, making sure to draw her lips back up it as she did. Jaune Arc swallowed loudly – eyes lidded and dazed. The fool behind the till looked equally spellbound, ignoring his next customer as he watched them.
"We appear to have an audience." Cinder whispered, making sure to be loud enough that their little peeping tom could hear. Jaune's eyes snapped to the side again, a small growl escaping him, before he dragged her away from the area entirely. She allowed it with a self-satisfied smirk, wondering how far she could push his jealousy before he snapped. That would be an interesting game for another time.
"I don't like the way he was looking at you," he whispered once the two were alone - or as alone as they could be - in the foyer of a cinema complex. Cinder leaned back against a handrail behind her, making sure to pose so that her body was pushed against him, defenceless and inviting. He took the bait, hands settling beside hers, so that he had the woman pinned against the railing.
"Oh, how so?"
"He was drooling over you," Jaune growled, "like you were a piece of steak or something." The blond leaned in towards her. She watched him approach, tilting her face up towards him as his eyes drifted shut. Before, at the last moment, she turned to the side – feeling his lips press against her cheek. She felt more than heard the distressed sound he made, though she pretended not to.
"It looks like our movie is starting," she pointed towards the doors which were now open, people milling through them. "Should we go through?"
He looked like he wanted to argue. Like he wanted to do nothing more than tell her to screw the movie – and then take her somewhere else and screw her too. But there was also that hint of innocence within him which he seemed to be fighting with. "Sure," he sighed at last, putting an around her shoulder as they both walked into the dark theatre. With the lights dimmed she allowed her small smirk to surface once more, taking clear pleasure in the jumble of emotions and desires he was fast becoming.
As they found their seats and the lights dimmed, she allowed her attention to pan to what was happening on the big screen. She hadn't actually thought to suggest what they should see. Honestly, she wasn't even sure what movies were on at the moment… it wasn't something she normally cared for.
She had expected Jaune to choose some kind of nebulous action film. One rife with explosions and poor comedy, where the hero couldn't tell what was going on and neither could the audience. Instead he'd gone for a romance, though she supposed she shouldn't be that surprised. He clearly cared about her opinion from how he acted, and likely though it would be the kind of movie she'd be interested in.
In a concession to that kindness, she did try…
The heroine was some kind of innocent and idealistic teen, falling for a rake of a man. One of those bad-boy types the media seemed to be so firmly in love with. She couldn't see the reason for the attraction - from either of the protagonists. Instead, they seemed to be paired together for no other reason than that the genre of the movie demanded it. To make matters worse the girl was whiny and prone to complaining… and the man somehow found that to be an attractive trait.
She supposed this did explain why the theatre was mostly empty, however. In a hall that could have easily sat two hundred, there must have been less than twenty people – all spread about in small groups. Golden orbs danced to her partner beside her. He at least seemed to be interested in what was happening on the screen – eyes glued firmly to the story unfolding before them.
She wondered how long he could remain focused on it.
It started slow. Little more than her knee bumping against his, the action disguised as she stared up at the bright screen. From the corner of her eye she saw him look down, his blue eyes shining in the dark room as his gaze was caught by her long legs. She could have left it at that. She could see his chest rising and falling as he gazed at her, but it was impossible to resist the allure to go further. One finger came down to sketch a pattern onto her thigh. Back and forth she tickled her own skin, acting for all the world as though she was distractedly moving her finger about. For the briefest second she roved further, pushing the edge of her skirt up just a tiny amount. She glanced back to him. Only to see him watching the screen once more.
Hmph, she scoffed within her own mind. Trust him not to even notice. Well, if he wanted to play oblivious then she would simply have to up her game. The fingers left her leg as she instead moved to take his hand in hers. He always loved when they did that, so there was no resistance – and perhaps even a little pleasure from him - as they linked hands. He spared a brief smile for her, seemingly pleased.
She waited for his attention to drift back to the entertainment.
He didn't resist as she moved their joined hands. Even when she brought them to rest on her bare thigh. Slipping her own from his she watched his face as his hand came to settle on her skin. Blue met gold for the slightest moment, he giving her leg a soft squeeze, before he looked back up to the screen.
Hmm… too simple perhaps, even for him. He wasn't the virgin he once was so it perhaps made sense that a little bit of skin wouldn't phase him. Even if it was hers. She waited for a few moments nonetheless. Letting a few minutes tick by as she imagined his hand gliding further up, perhaps even dipping beneath the waistband of her shorts as he played with her in the middle of the cinema. It would be so deliciously sinful, that added risk of being noticed – even if there were so few others in the same theatre as them.
But of course he didn't. Too shy, too innocent – perhaps even too damn oblivious.
The movie progressed through the usual nonsense. The young woman's family didn't approve of her suitor. Not that she could blame them. He didn't seem to have any dreams or desires of his own – merely a two-dimensional character to it the necessity of the pairing. The girl on the other hand, and with her naïve attitude Cinder could only see her as a girl, was willing to run away if necessary. Trading her home and family for some kind of transient emotional attraction.
What a fool… both of them. If they truly cared that much, then why not simply keep their relationship hidden? Or the guy could always grow up and look to change himself to actually impress her family. What nonsense…
It was during an emotional kiss scene between the characters that Cinder made her next move. If the subtle approach wasn't yielding results, then it was clearly because he was too dense to pick up on it. This time however she leaned across his waist. Making sure to place her hands atop his own for support as she brushed her lips across his throat.
Jaune's arm wrapped around her shoulders. Leaning across the back of her seat as he tilted his head so that it rested atop hers. The action trapped her against his side, effectively halting her plan before it could even begin. As a low growl of frustration escaped her he even had the temerity to turn and kiss the top of her hair.
"It's a good movie," he whispered as he gave her shoulder a squeeze.
It's an awful movie, she wanted to shout – before she would push him back into his seat and force him to do something. Anything, she didn't even care what! So long as it meant the end of this, or that heaven forbid – she would get some kind of response from him.
"I'll be right back," she whispered as she disentangled herself from his grip. Jaune spared a concerned glance for her, finally tearing his eyes away from the movie.
"Are you okay?" Oh, finally – some attention?
"I'm fine, just heading to the restroom." A brief pause. As she looked down on him through her lashes. "Perhaps you'd like to come with me?"
"No, no," he laughed quietly. Somehow still mindful of the other patrons in the cinema. "I was just concerned. I'll hold your seat for you."
Am I losing my touch? The words echoed in her mind as she stood opposite the mirror in the women's toilets. One hand on either side of the sink as she inspected her face for any blemishes. She looked fantastic – as she always did. Not much makeup at all, just a little around her eyes and the smallest gloss on her lips.
She pushed back from the sink and smiled. Sexy, mysterious, dangerous… she was all of those things. Yet… he didn't seem the slightest bit affected by them. Teasing touches, tempting kisses – seductive offers. He rebuffed them all. As though… as though they were common. Standard.
"Looking good," a male voice drawled. Cinder sighed, glancing into the mirror and to the side in order to see the man standing against the opposite wall. No one she recognised. He was as tall as Jaune with black hair, cocksure and – she supposed – somewhat attractive.
"This is the women's restroom. You might want to try next door."
"I'm not here to peek on women," the man chuckled, "just couldn't help but notice you looked a little frustrated. Take it that guy isn't exactly treating you right? He looks a little immature for you."
"Do you have nothing better to do than waste my time?" She had no loyalty to Jaune. Not to him as a person or as her apparent boyfriend.
"I could do you," the man grinned and cocked his head, "that's what it looks like you want."
Cinder scoffed, flicking her hair back. He was handsome enough she supposed. Older than Jaune for sure – which was a good thing realistically. Not to mention he had a more confident outlook on the world. Why mix things like love and business, he wanted nothing more than a quick fuck – as did she.
He, at least, wanted her. She could see it in his hungry grey eyes – not to mention the way they roved over her form.
"And do you," she smirked, walking up towards him, "think you can show me such a good time?" The man returned her smile, allowing her to back him against a nearby wall. The lust in his eyes, the increased rate of breathing.
She still had that effect on people.
It wasn't that she was losing her touch… it wasn't something wrong with her - but with him. He wasn't so susceptible to her charms, not so easy as this man. With a quick snort, Cinder drove her knee up between the man's legs. "Ugh-" he choked, collapsing to his knees as he cradled that sensitive part of him. Cinder stepped back, allowing him to look up at her. The smile was gone, as was any semblance of warmth in her expression. Instead she looked upon him like he was nothing more than an insect.
"I am not in the mood."
She didn't once look back. Leaving the broken man clutching himself in the women's toilets as she made her way back into the theatre. Jaune spared a brief smile for her as she sat down, not even noticing how she huffed and crossed her arms.
She hated movies.
"I really liked that movie," Jaune said as they sat on the Bullhead en route back to Beacon. "I thought it was great how in the end they were able to convince her family they wanted to be together."
"They could have just done that from the start, most of it was pointless." Cinder was less impressed. With the movie, with Jaune – with just about everything. So much for her glorious plan, he'd apparently proven impervious to her charms.
That just wasn't fun.
And now the night would come to an end, with her having utterly failed to get a reaction out of him – of paying him back for what he'd done to her.
"There was something else I wanted to show you – if that's okay?" Jaune smiled as he looked at her. She tried to mirror it. It felt wan and weak to her, but apparently it was enough for him. Really now, there was yet more? She was already bored and frustrated, ready for nothing more than a warm bath and a meal.
Tonight she would waste away alone with her scroll, ensuring that everyone knew their parts to play in the breach. She still hadn't heard from Adam either… she would need to call him tonight. Now wasn't the time for him to be getting cold feet. Or hooves, whatever.
"Follow me," he said once they had landed. Before immediately invalidating the instruction by taking her by the hand and dragging her off towards the edge of Beacon. To her surprise, Jaune already had somewhere set up ahead of time. Towards the edge of Beacon in a small copse of trees. Or more likely he'd asked someone else to set it up for them.
After all, he couldn't have set up a blanket and a picnic basket before their date. Not and still expect it to be here so late in the evening. The closely planted trees offered some small amount of privacy, though it looked like others had visited here before them. A small basket waited there, along with a large blanket, stretched out across the grass.
A woman such as her deserved every bit of extra effort. Even so… it was enough to make her feel vaguely flattered.
But feeling flattered did not equate with enjoyment. And as Jaune peppered her with small questions about herself, and Haven, she couldn't help but feel her patience waning. Possibly it was not his fault, he wasn't asking the wrong questions. Little things about her school life, her family. It was just that he was asking them to the wrong person. Forcing her to come up with little lies and stories on the spot.
It felt too much like an interrogation, strained her brain as she kept trying to think up more answers. The poor boy, despite his best intentions, had effectively made this date nothing more than a job for her.
"Tell me about your family." She interrupted him instead, hoping to gain a few minutes to relax herself. He oblige. Telling her about a household with eight children, all fighting amongst one another while a loving but tired mother, and a stressed-out father did their best to balance it all. She chuckled at the amusing image. Enjoying his little tales of his parents trying to find time alone when they had so many kids. The funny circumstances he or his sisters had caught them in, to which he had only realised when he was older, had actually been desperate attempts for two adults to get some physical enjoyment.
It was during his next tale, when she was placing a deliciously sweet strawberry between her lips, that she caught his pause. Jaune's blue eyes were focused on her – though he looked away once she caught him. With a heavy swallow, he continued the story.
Oh?
She quickly glanced aside, trying to force a neutral expression onto her face despite the sudden rush of power she felt. She had to be certain though…
And so she granted him a few more minutes. Listening to him talk about some kind of regular trip to the lake his family often took. It was during the tale that she leaned forward, placing a single hand on his lap as she reached across him for the flask of cordial. She'd have preferred wine. But there was nothing sweeter than the strangled sound he made. Nor the rigid hardness beneath her palm. She pulled back, pouring some out for the both of them without so much as glancing in his direction. His breathing was heavy as he took the glass from her.
Feather-light touches, little tilts of her head. He loved her neck - she knew that for a fact. And he struggled to keep his eyes from it as she brushed her hair back, revealing the creamy expanse of skin.
Seeing him struggle to look away was amusing.
Seeing him try to resist, infinitely more so.
Her hand snaked out to snatch another strawberry, golden eyes meeting blue as she bit down on it. He watched her. Watched as juice ran over her plump lips to dribble down her chin. With an impish smile she leaned forward, pressing the remainder to his lips while giving him a clear view of her cleavage.
A hand latched onto her wrist, the world spinning as he pulled her forward. Her back landed on soft fabric, his settling atop it. She didn't have the time to think of anything else. Not when the sky was suddenly blacked out and juicy lips were upon hers.
"You…" Jaune growled once he released her, leaning above her with one hand behind her head, the other on her shoulder. "You are impossible."
"Wh-" he didn't wait to hear it, diving back down once more. Cinder moaned into his mouth, his tongue playing against hers. The taste of strawberry and Jaune Arc all she was able to comprehend. She could have pushed him away but instead found her hands grasping wildly in his golden mane, trying with all her strength to somehow pull him closer. To ensure that he could not escape.
"Look what you do to me." Another kiss, lips almost painful against hers. "First at the cinema," his face dipped a little lower, teeth grazing across her delicate throat – before his tongue and lips connected a second later. "Now here as well… how cruel are you?"
"Cruel?" Cinder whispered past a haze of lust. "Whatever do you mean?" So he had noticed her actions at the cinema, and been affected by them? The knowledge had her purring in delight. Especially as his eyes raged like a stormy ocean. He looked angry. Angry, but also full of lust and need. Need for her.
"You know full well…" Those eyes narrowed. "No… you did it on purpose, didn't you?" She didn't answer. Didn't have to really. Not when she couldn't hide the victorious smile that spread across her face. It didn't fade, even after he sealed his lips to hers once more, dominating her in the only way he could. "You drive me insane!"
"I do?" A coy smile.
"I can't resist you…"
"Tell me more."
"Damn you," Jaune growled before initiating another battle between them. All tongue, lips and wandering hands as they fought. Something incessant buzzed from nearby. The familiar tone of her scroll demanding her attention.
Jaune pulled back, a short sigh as he opened his mouth to speak.
She wouldn't allow it. Tearing the scroll out and tossing it to the side, she grabbed him by his hair and dragged him back down. Neither of them heard the ringing stop – nor did they perceive anything else as he pushed down on her. Only the two of them, the heat and how soft each felt.
"What am I supposed to do with you?" Jaune sighed as he leaned down on her, pressing a brief kiss first to her forehead, then her nose, before finally moulding to her lips.
"You're supposed to stop talking." She hissed back, legs rubbing against his as golden eyes drifted shut.
And to her mounting pleasure...
He did.
Cinder gets her revenge, or does she? Things heat up – if that's still possible – while the time until D-Day ticks down. As always, things to be read between the lines.
This chapter was pretty rushed and didn't all get to College Fool on time. Mostly because we had a bad storm here and my roof has collapsed – which is pretty bad! So I've spent all this weekend – and bank holiday Monday – trying to mitigate the damage while also stave off the massive loss of heat.
Good job I filled up on oil for our boiler like two weeks ago. Because I've a feeling I'm going to be going through a lot! Fuck my life…
Anyway, next chapter 11th April
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