Dance Dance Restitution, By Mallobaude

Yang was right. They needed this.

Everything looked incredible. The blonde girl had certainly done a fine job in organizing the dance. The place barely even looked like Beacon Academy anymore. It looked more like some sort of swanky night club. Not that Jaune had ever been to one of those in the first place, but if he had he imagined it would look something like this.

The place was spacious despite being packed with students. Everyone had shown up to enjoy themselves on this night. It was a break from school. A break from training. A break from reality. The burdens and hardships that came with the life of being a huntsman could take a toll on even the strongest of people, and every now and then they needed a chance to blow off some steam. To have fun. That was exactly what he planned on doing tonight.

Some of the people had come in groups. Others in pairs. But many alone. Jaune was amongst those in the last group. He didn't mind if he did not have a date. He wasn't dating anyone period. It wasn't for a lack of somebody trying, however...

A glance over to the sidelines showed the other girl who had helped plan and organize the evening's events. Bleiss Schnee. The raven-haired ex-heiress was busy fussing over a decoration of flowers. It did not seem like the girl at all to care about such things. Where Yang had fought tooth and nail to get fog machines for the evening, Bleiss had insisted on a stripper's pole. In the end Yang had caved in, for she could not see the harm in it. Nobody would use the device in the first place, and it would likely go untouched. So far that prediction came true, and the lone metal pole sat unused in the corner.

Like him, Bleiss had come alone. After enough tries even she had gotten the hint that he would not go to the dance as her date. It wasn't that she wasn't attractive. It wasn't that he had somebody else in mind. It was just that... if he were to give into her once, that would be it. She would be like a shark that smelled blood in the water. It would be an invitation for the girl to continue her pursuits of him with even more unashamed forwardness than before, if that was even possible.

There had been one person to ask Bleiss, however. One of the exchange students from Haven Academy named Neptune had taken a liking to her. Bleiss on the other hand had been less than impressed. So much so that she had threatened to eviscerate the blue-haired boy with a rusty-bladed Myrtenaster if he dared to think that he would stand in the way of her and Jaune's magical evening. She then went on a tangent about how Myrtenaster would never rust in the first place, but that her point still stood. And of course she had to finish off her diatribe by saying how she would make Jaune's point stand tall that evening as well.

In any case, he was enjoying himself. After dancing solo to a fast-paced song that sounded more like it belonged in a club than a school dance, Jaune made his way back over to the punch bowl where the rest of his socially awkward kin had huddled. Ruby was among them.

"Still hiding out back here?" he asked his fellow team leader.

Ruby shrugged, taking a sip of her drink. "Meh. I don't like dancing. Or being the center of attention."

"Says the girl who likes to wear a red cape." He nodded toward her. "Or a red dress. You know red just screams 'look at me!', right?"

The girl glowered at him, those silver eyes looking sharp as a blade. "It was Yang's idea."

Jaune smiled at the thought of Ruby's older sister attempting to get the girl to come out of her shell. Red was indeed a color that drew people's attention. It was not a good one for people who wanted to be unnoticed.

Ruby finished downing her punch before getting a refill. "Want some? It's really good."

"Sure." Jaune accepted the cup gratefully, being parched after his dance number. Taking a sip he agreed that it was good, but there was something just a bit unusual about the taste of it. "So are you sure I can't convince you to be dragged out onto the floor for just one dance?"

"Sure as sure," Ruby smiled. A small smile crept over her lips, and her voice lowered as she spoke next. "But I think there is someone who you can convince."

Jaune gave her a quizzical look before he felt a tap on his shoulder. The boy spun around to see who it was. In retrospect he should not have been surprised.

Bleiss looked up at him with an expression somewhere between jealousy and anger. Pouting lips looked as if they had something to say, but at the same time she appeared to be lost for words. Jaune was lost for words as well.

Seeing the girl up close, she looked stunning. Eschewing her normally black attire, Bleiss wore a pure white dress instead. The attire was similar to Yang's, though where the blonde girl's piece left a little bit of exposed cleavage, Bleiss' had a translucent mesh which covered most of her modest bust. Jaune had half expected to see the girl wearing something completely inappropriate and exposing to try and seduce him. This, however, just screamed class.

"I see how it is," Bleiss said softly. Deprived of all of her usual passion and confidence. "You'll ask Ruby to dance but not me."

There seemed to be genuine hurt in her voice. Bleiss had never reacted like this to any of her advances on him being shot down. She always came back with even more vigor. More hope. More insanity. Seeing those bright red eyes of hers look so unusually dull was actually sad to behold.

Jaune wanted to defend himself, and to say that he just wanted to try and get Ruby to step out of her comfort zone. But when he looked into the eyes of his stalker, those words got caught up in his throat. "I-it's not like that," he stated. "I just, um, I just-"

"Jaune," Ruby said, reaching up to place a hand on his shoulder. She brought her lips close to his ear. "Dance with her."

Warning bells began blaring in his mind. But then again if Ruby felt it was a good idea...

"Are you sure?" he whispered back to her. "What about you?"

"I told you I don't wanna dance." She smiled innocently at him, her head tilting slightly off to the side. "But she does. Go dance with Bleiss."

This time the words had been spoken loudly. Deliberately. Looking over to the other girl, Jaune saw a glint of hope in her eyes. Those eyes remained averted from his own, however. As if she did not want to get her hopes up.

"But..."

"Jaune," she said with sickeningly sweet earnestness. "You wanna dance. She wants to dance. And I don't want to dance. Everyone wins!"

That sneaky little girl had just forced his hand. It was all part of Ruby's plan so that she would not have to dance. If he denied Bleiss now he would look like a total jerk. Especially after he had been caught trying to get Ruby to dance.

Resigning himself to his fate, Jaune sighed before looking back to his self-proclaimed baby factory. "Bleiss... would you care to dance?"

Her head snapped up in an instant. "Fuck yes!"

Without wasting a moment she grabbed him by the hand and with amazing strength for someone of her diminutive size dragged him to the center of the dance floor. There would be no hiding in one of the corners. She wanted everyone to see her. To see them. To know that Jaune was hers and she was his. Even if it wasn't true, that was the perception she wanted to give off.

As if the moment had been planned, a slower song began to play. Those who had been alone began to either exit the floor or find someone to pair up with. Those with partners already adjusted their style accordingly. Jaune knew all too well what would be expected of him with a song of this style. This was the kind of song where his hands would be intertwined with his partner's. Where their bodies would be pressed together. Where their faces would be mere inches from touching. Bleiss apparently knew this as well.

She was short, even in heels. Just how short was she? Four foot ten? Four foot eleven and a half at best? It was a far cry from his towering six foot one. That made the moment even more awkward than it might have been with a taller partner. It made the moment more intimate as Bleiss leaned her head against his chest as they moved.

For long seconds they swayed with the music, Jaune taking the lead thanks to his experience. Seven sisters had made him quite a capable dancer, and he did not intend to let those talents go to waste. Even if he would have preferred to not be here right now, he owed it to himself and his partner to give the best performance that he could. Anything less would be an insult.

With a hand resting on her waist, he was dangerously close to an area which Bleiss would have been more than happy for him to touch. Jaune wouldn't have been surprised if she literally forced his hand, and made some sudden motion which caused it to descend down onto her rear. And unlike most girls, she would have smiled before suggesting he go even further than that.

He heard as Bleiss took a deep breath before sighing heavily into his chest. "You smell wonderful, darling."

All things considered, that was far from the creepiest thing Bleiss had ever said to him. When she learned that Jaune did not know what his Semblance was, she had once suggested that it was the ability to get girls wet with just a glance. Because that was what happened every time his beautiful blue eyes looked into hers.

She smelled wonderful as well, though he would never speak those words aloud. Everything about her was wonderful on this evening. Her hair was done up in a glamorous style so unlike her usual ponytail. Her dress accentuated every curve of her slender body, and revealed skin which her usual black combat skirt did not. She was perfect. And she had done it all to impress him.

He didn't know how to respond to her compliment. "Thanks?" was all he could say.

She breathed out a short laugh. It was musical. Soft and gentle like a wind chime in a summer breeze. "Your heart is racing," she added. "Do I do things to you that you like?"

Jaune swallowed hard. He would be a liar if he said that the feeling of this soft, warm girl in his arms was not pleasant. However, he knew that he was walking along a razor's edge. Too far and Bleiss would get the wrong idea. Too little and he would unfairly ruin this girl's night by giving her a lousy dance. One thing his sisters had always drilled into his mind was that dancing with another person was special. It took two to tango, as the saying went. If you didn't commit, you would ruin it for the other person.

"You do a lot of things," he said neutrally. He wasn't about to say that she was a nuisance. But he also wasn't about to say that there were small parts of his brain which enjoyed the feelings and attention she shared with him. He was only human, after all.

Bleiss lifted her head off of his chest, and those intense crimson eyes looked up to stare into his own. He felt as though they were burning holes through him. "I could do more," she offered suggestively. "If only you'd give me the chance."

There was classic Bleiss beginning to emerge once more. It seemed that agreeing to dance with her had given her ego a much needed boost. It showed in not only her eyes, but her language as well.

Deciding to try and change the subject so that their dance could be as enjoyable as possible, Jaune commented on the first thing that came to mind. "Your dress," he started. He didn't quite know where he was going with it, but he had to say something. "It's different."

She smiled as she continued to look up into his eyes. "Oh? So you've been checking me out tonight?"

Jaune rolled his eyes. "No. It's just, well, different. You usually wear black."

"A girl has to have options. You should know that, mister seven sisters."

True. Jaune knew better than most how the female mind operated. That was why Bleiss was such an enigma to him. She was nothing like he had ever encountered before. None of his seven siblings could have prepared him for her madness.

"I thought only good girls were allowed to wear white."

She feigned hurt on her face. "Jaune, are you trying to say I'm not a good girl?"

He couldn't help but laugh at such a question. Both of them knew the answer to that without it having to be uttered. "Good girls don't threaten to impale their classmates for asking them to the dance," he said referring to the Neptune incident.

"I didn't threaten to impale him," she said defensively. "I said eviscerate."

"Like that makes a difference?"

"It does," she purred. At that moment she appeared to stand on the tips of her toes, for her face grew a few inches closer to his. How was she so graceful that she could balance and dance like that in heels? "Because the only impaling I want done is by you to me."

It was one thing when she made those kinds of implications at a distance. But with one hand on her hip and another holding onto one of her own, the words sent a powerful shudder through his body. She must have felt his reaction, for that sly grin of hers only widened.

"See? That's how I know you want me too, my darling." She pressed her body closer to his, and Jaune could feel her warm, punch-scented breath on his lips. "Don't be afraid to give in to your feelings, Jaune."

Oh he was feeling things. Both inside his body and out. With so much or her torso pressed up against him it was impossible not to. With those ruby eyes glinting and sparkling in the lights above them, it was impossible not to get lost in them.

"Bleiss..."

"Being a good girl is boring," she whispered. "And so is being a good boy. So why don't you give in for just one night? Why won't you be my bad boy?"

Bleiss had mentioned once before that his heart was racing. He could feel it in his chest now. Pressed up against Bleiss' body, Jaune could feel his heart thumping against his ribcage. There was no question that she could feel it too, for he could feel hers. Bleiss' blood was pumping. So was his. In that moment all of the other dancers around them seemed to vanish. There was only Bleiss. Only this moment. Only their intertwined bodies moving with the music.

Until a loud voice pierced the haze and drew everyone's attention off to the corner.

"Woooooooo! Dance party!"

Jaune looked over to see Ruby doing the absolute last thing he would have expected to see that evening.

Hanging off of the once lonely stripper pole, Ruby had one hand latched onto it as she spun. Around and around she went, her cup of punch spilling wildly with each revolution.

She went on for a few seconds before losing her grip and crashing down onto the floor. Her punch went with her. "Awwww no! Punch don't leave me!"

That wasn't like Ruby. Not at all. This wasn't the girl who didn't want to be the center of attention.

She had punch all over her dress. Thankfully it barely showed on the red color.

The punch. The punch had tasted weird.

Ruby was drunk. But how?

Being a good girl is boring.

Jaune's eyes darted back to Bleiss. "Bleiss, did you spike the punch?"

Crimson eyes widened, and Jaune saw a new emotion from the girl. Fear. "W-what?" she asked uneasily. "No I didn't do anything!"

He had no time for that, however. Ruby was quickly making a fool of herself, and it was clear that she was not in control of her inhibitions.

Jaune quickly released his hold on Bleiss, who reluctantly did the same. He didn't look back as he rushed off to aid his friend.

X

Bleiss watched the boy of her dreams leave her for another girl. Even if it wasn't him choosing another romantic partner over herself, it still stung. She had been so close. Figuratively and literally. She had been holding that boy in her arms. She in turn had felt like melting in his strong embrace. Even if he hadn't been fucking her brains out, it had been pure bliss. It was a moment in time she wished she could have frozen in ice dust.

One look at Ruby told the whole story. She was indeed drunk. Someone had indeed spiked the punch. But it had not been her. She had been truthful about that. However did that matter if Jaune would not believe her?

She could already see how he would begin connecting the dots in his mind. It wasn't just that she had told him that good girls were boring. In his mind he might have thought that getting him drunk would make it easier to seduce him. That this was all part of her master plan to finally bed him. To put an exclamation on this special night. However...

When she finally did make sweet, passionate love to that boy, she did not want him to be drunk for it. She wanted his full attention. She wanted his lustful gaze on all of her being. She wanted his senses to be as sharp as possible as she made him experience ecstasy the likes of which he had never dreamed. So, no. She had not spiked the punch. She would never take him while he was under the influence of any kind of drink or drug. She wanted him to love her for her, just as she loved him for him.

Bleiss made her way back over to the punch bowl, her dance now over. As she watched Jaune and Yang attend to the intoxicated Ruby, Bleiss heard a soft chuckle from beside her. "Oh man, that is just too funny."

A glance over showed the towering form of Cardin Winchester, his arms wrapped around his abdomen as his laughter deepened. "Look at little miss perfect over there wasted off her ass!"

Chucklenuts over there might have thought it was funny, but he had no idea what this little incident had just cost her. "Shut up, Winchester," she snapped.

"Relax, Schnee," he said dismissively. "Jaune-boy just needs to loosen up a bit. But by the looks of it, Ruby got a little too loose."

That she had. And now her boy's attention had been drawn to Ruby. What a disappointment.

"I was finally gonna score..." she whispered somberly.

"What was that?" Cardin asked. "Aw, are you upset because Jaune is with Ruby instead of you? Sorry, I hadn't planned on that happening."

Something inside Bleiss snapped. Planned. Planned. Planned.

Her head slowly turned to regard the amused boy, her crimson eyes glowing with a burning hatred. This boy had been the one to spike the punch. And not only had it taken Jaune away from her, but he had suspected her of being the one to do it.

"I'm gonna kill you..." she said under her breath.

The laughter subsided for a moment as Cardin looked back at her. "Huh?"

Before any more words could be spoken, Bleiss grabbed hold of the boy by his chest and threw him through the nearby doors. With so much attention on Ruby's stripper pole escapades, no one seemed to notice Cardin tumbling out of the room and into the hall. Bleiss followed shortly afterward.

"H-hey!" he shouted as he tried to stand up. And stand up he did, only not under his own power.

A set of black Schnee glyphs pinned the boy by his hands and feet against the wall. He struggled with all of his might, but the bonds of Bleiss' Semblance were unbreakable.

Alone with Cardin now, Bleiss felt her rage subside to be replaced by a new emotion. Sadness. "You stupid little fuckboy," she whispered. "Do you have any idea what you've done?"

"Let me down from-"

"Shut up!" she snarled. "You think it's funny to fuck with people? You think it's all a game? How about we play a game called 'castrate the fuckboy'? You wanna play that? Huh?"

There was real fear in Cardin's eyes as he stared into her own intense orbs. Everyone in Beacon knew her reputation. A girl with no filter. A girl who did things that no one else would. To Cardin, he probably believed that she would in fact grab Myrtenaster and relieve the boy of his manhood. She could not say that she was not sorely tempted to do just that.

"No, please! I'll-"

"You'll what?" she said darkly. "Scream? I can make sure no one will hear a word as I chop those nuts from your limp dick."

Another glyph appeared over Cardin's face, and his words and protests quickly turned to muffled sounds as he was prevented from making too much noise. It would have been a very useful tool had she wanted to take Jaune in a public setting, where his own moans of pleasure would have given them away. But now she would never have an opportunity to do that.

"So what do you think, fuckboy? You wanna play my game?"

She removed the glyph for a moment to hear his reply. "I'll confess!" he cried quickly. "I'll tell Jaune it was me!"

Bloodlust quickly left her blood-red eyes as the glyphs holding the boy to the wall disappeared. "Do it. Now. Run!"

Cardin nodded quickly as he picked himself off the floor and dashed back inside the main hall.

Bleiss reached out with an arm to prop herself up against the wall. Her head hung down and she closed her eyes. "Please believe me," she whispered to no one.

X

Ruby was going to be okay. That was good. Yang was busy taking her back to their dorm room. Her night was over prematurely.

Jaune wondered what he should do with his time now. There really was nothing left to do, and for a moment he wondered if he should retire early as well. He had his fill of dancing. The punch was tainted. And his best friend was gone now. There was no longer any reason to stay.

That was when he felt another tap on his shoulder. Expecting to see the white-clad Bleiss once more, Jaune was surprised when he saw the far larger, but somehow less imposing Cardin Winchester towering over him.

"J-Jaune," he said uneasily. The boy had never been this nervous while speaking to him before. "I just have to say, it was me. I spiked the punch. Not Bleiss."

As quickly as he had come, Cardin left once more. His face was pale. He looked terrified, as if he had just faced a near-death experience. Jaune could only assume he just had.

A look around the room showed that Bleiss was nowhere to be seen. Had she left? A chill gripped his heart. The only reason she had come was to be with him. To dance with him. And when he had broken apart from her to tend to Ruby, he had accused her of spiking the punch. He had no proof. It was merely the first assumption that came to his mind.

He felt horrible.

After scanning the room for a few more seconds he realized she was gone. Perhaps she had gone back up to her room with Ruby and Yang?

When Jaune stepped out of the room and into the hall he saw her. Her arms were wrapped tightly around her torso as she leaned against the wall. Her dejected eyes were staring down at the floor.

As Jaune approached her he tried to say her name, but the words were caught in his throat. The noise, however, got her attention.

"Jaune," she said softly. "I..."

"I know," he said reassuringly. "I'm sorry."

Bleiss nodded. But she didn't say a word. How unlike her. This must have hit her hard.

"I was wrong. I'm sorry," he repeated. "I jumped to a conclusion and I was wrong."

"Yeah. You were."

The fact that she agreed with him made him feel even worse. His recklessness and stupidity had hurt another person. He never wanted to do that to anyone. Even the girl who harassed him on a daily basis.

"What can I do to make it up to you?"

He saw a flash of red as those eyes of hers moved to regard him. "I want to finish our dance."

That request was surprisingly tame from the girl. "Is that all?"

"Well... if you really want to make it up to me, you can make this a night to remember."

There it was. He felt guilty, but not that guilty. "Bleiss, I'm not going to sleep with you."

"I wasn't going to say that," she said defensively. Her somber tone had quickly disappeared and was replaced with something more akin to defiance. "Why is everything always about sex with you?"

Jaune could not believe that she of all people had just asked the question. He laughed. He could not help but have any other reaction but laughter. It was simply so insane that he could barely wrap his mind around it.

Bleiss pushed herself off of the wall, and it was apparent that her normal confidence had returned. "Tell you what. You don't even have to finish our dance if you just give me one little thing."

"I already said no sex."

She giggled. "Come now, if I meant sex do you really think I would have said 'little'?"

Jaune couldn't help but swell with pride at the compliment. It was stupid and immature, he knew. But he didn't care. He was a guy after all.

"So what is it you want then?"

"Just a kiss."

His eyes widened. "W-what?"

"Just a kiss. On the lips." She moved closer to him until their bodies were almost touching as they had during their dance. "No ass grabbing. No grinding. Nothing. Just one little kiss."

She had already given more than he could have expected or hoped for with those conditions she had set. Nothing overtly sexual. No groping. Just a kiss. He could do that to apologize for his accusation, right?

"Okay..." he agreed reluctantly. "Just one kiss."

"Just one kiss," she confirmed happily.

"Right. Okay. Well, here it goes..."

Jaune had never kissed anyone before. He didn't know what he was doing, really. Sure, he had seen plenty on TV and in movies. But doing it himself? And with Bleiss of all people? It was a little bit intimidating to say the least.

He closed his eyes, tilting his head ever so slightly so that their lips would align properly. Just a kiss. Just one little kiss. That was it.

So it came as quite a shock when he felt hands grab hold of his face and hair and pull him down to her level.

Bleiss' lips crashed against his, her tongue quickly parting his lips and invading his mouth. It danced with his own just as their bodies had danced earlier in the evening. Jaune tasted every bit of her mouth. He tasted alcohol-tainted punch. He tasted everything.

His mind was racing and blank at the same time. He didn't know what to do or how to react. Time seemed to stand still as the girl ravaged his mouth with her own, and strangely enough he did not mind. He did not know how long they stayed like that, but finally it seemed that even Bleiss had to separate in order to get some air.

Jaune inhaled deeply. The kiss had taken his breath away. Judging by how much oxygen Bleiss was sucking in, it had done the same to her. There was a look of pure and utter bliss in those bright crimson eyes of hers.

She reached out to place a hand upon his chest. "Your heart's racing again, darling. Did you like it then?"

He did. Though how could he ever admit it? How could he ever admit that this girl who had seen fit to harass and stalk him had taken his breath away? That she threatened to make his heart burst from his chest? That she was in this very moment threatening to make him see her in the same way that she saw him? That he had enjoyed every bit of that kiss?

Maybe he didn't need to say anything.

Jaune grabbed Bleiss this time and pulled her up to him. This time it was he who pressed his lips against hers. This time it was she who was caught off-guard. There was no tongue this time. There was no hunger like there was before. What there was, however, was emotion. True and genuine emotion. There was enjoyment. There was care. Because loathe as he was to admit it, he did care for this girl. He realized that the moment he felt so completely and utterly guilty about falsely accusing her of spiking the punch. About making her feel bad. He didn't want to make anybody feel bad. Not even her.

When they separated, Bleiss could only look at him with wide-eyed shock. "Jaune?"

He shook his head softly. "I'm just really, really sorry," he said, trying to justify the second kiss. "That's all."

He nodded once as if to confirm his statement to himself before turning and leaving. As he did he heard the sound of the girl leaning back against the wall and sliding down to sit on her backside.

It took a few seconds for her to speak. "I knew it!" she shouted. "I fucking love you!"

Jaune could not help but smile softly as he turned a corner. Then reality caught back up with him. He realized what he had just done. He had not only been kissed by Bleiss. He had just kissed her.

He had to be tipsy. Drunk. Wasted. It had been the punch. Yes. He had drunk the same punch Ruby had. That was the only explanation.

He did not like Bleiss. Nope. Not one bit.

Mallobaude: So I've written three Bleiss one shots now. I do have an idea for a full length Bleiss story. Would anyone want to read that?