Tonight was going to be special. Magical. A night to remember. Yang had said so herself, and Weiss found herself hard-pressed to disagree.

She was practically begging the mirror to tell her something as she stood in front of it for what must have been the hundredth time tonight. Examining herself from every angle possible, she looked over her choice in dress again and again. The white number suited her, matching the color of her hair perfectly. Speaking of which, her off-center ponytail remained, hanging down over the back of her right shoulder. A part of her briefly considered doing something special with her hair to change it up on this occasion. However she realized that she did not need to. Had Jaune not mentioned that he enjoyed that uneven part of her simply because it was a part of her? She would leave the fussing over hair to Yang.

Speaking of Yang, the blonde emerged from the team's bathroom. In the mirror's reflection Weiss saw the girl roll her eyes. "Again, Weiss?"

Pale blue eyes narrowed, not bothering to look back as she turned her hips once more to get a better angle at the side of her dress. "Is there a problem?"

"No. There isn't. And that's exactly the point." Yang moved to stand next to her, lightly swatting the girl's ponytail playfully. "You look beautiful. There's no reason to keep doubting yourself."

Weiss didn't doubt herself. Despite how much she had changed as a person over the previous semester, she wasn't about to lie to herself. She knew that she was gorgeous. She wouldn't deny that for the sake of trying to sound more humble.

"I'm aware of that. However I am merely attempting to be certain that I look perfect for tonight."

Yang laughed. "Come on, Weiss. You could wear a garbage bag to the dance and Jaune would still say you're the most beautiful girl in the room." The blonde girl ran a hand through her hair, flipping a portion of it back over her shoulder as she too looked in the mirror. "I mean he'd be wrong, of course. But his opinion is still valid when it comes to just the two of you."

"Very funny," Weiss said humorlessly. "I suppose that's why you also chose to wear a white sleeveless dress for the evening? What's wrong? Was yellow not available?"

The fact that three of the girls wore dresses which matched the colors of their hair was not lost upon Weiss. Then there was Yang. For some reasons she had chosen to wear white instead of something to match her hair. Deep down Weiss knew it was the correct choice. It was hard to pull off a yellow dress. Still, it gave the heiress ammunition to use against her chief rival when it came to the looks department.

Their choices of attire were similar. Both were sleeveless pieces. Both went down to just above their respective wearer's knees. The only real difference was that the yoke of Weiss' own dress had a translucent mesh, where Yang's did not.

It wasn't often that Weiss did reveal so much skin. Her arms and shoulders were entirely exposed, as was a small amount of her cleavage. It was classy, but not overly formal. It wasn't as if she would be attending an Atlesian ball or performing on stage. It was modest, but not prudish. She did not feel the need to draw the hungry gazes of boys by showing off too much skin, but at the same time she was not afraid to show what she did have for the one boy who did matter.

"Don't be jealous because I pull it off better than you," Yang joked.

"In your dreams."

Yang had apparently finished her own final preparations, stepping away from the mirror and towards the door. "Come on. If we don't hurry up we'll be late for the opening ceremony. Ruby and Blake are already down there waiting for us."

The threat of missing the opening for the dance which she had helped to plan did not phase the girl. Sure, she could go with Yang right now and arrive early. However she knew she couldn't do that. She had a date, after all. It simply would not do to show up separately from her boyfriend of several weeks now.

The fact that she had not moved nor responded must have prompted Yang to continue. Her voice softened compared to what it had been before. "Weiss. You look amazing. He's going to love it."

"Yes," she said knowingly. "You go ahead without me. I'll be down when he picks me up."

"What time did you tell him to get here?"

"6:50."

"What!" Yang practically shouted. "You told Jaune to pick you up ten minutes before the dance started?"

"It's called being fashionably late, Yang." Weiss smiled at the mental imagery in her head. "So that when he and I arrive, our arms interlocked as he escorts me into the room, all eyes will be upon us and only us. There will be an entire room to witness our arrival."

Such public displays had grown easier to participate in since their second semester at Beacon had started. Once the gossip had begun to spread and it became a publically known fact that they were an item, hiding such things was seen as trivial and pointless to the girl. In fact it would have said more about her if she was unwilling to be seen in public with Jaune than openly making her affection known to him.

Yang shook her head amusedly. "Wow. I know you've become a lot more tolerable to deal with, but sometimes you're still as egotistical as ever."

"Says the girl who just said that she'll be the most beautiful girl in the room."

"Yeah, well, you can't argue with cold hard facts."

Weiss smiled. "Which is why I enjoy arguing with you."

The blonde stuck her tongue out at the slight. "Anyway, I'm heading out now. Just be sure you don't spend all night fooling around up here with Jaune when he gets here. You need to enjoy the dance that you helped make happen."

For a brief moment Weiss' mind betrayed her. Thankfully she did not offer a physical reaction that the blonde girl could have picked up on.

She turned, finally looking away from the mirror to set her sight upon Yang. "Excuse me, we are not going to 'fool around'," she said making quotations with her fingers. "I am merely awaiting my escort to the dance, and once he arrives we will depart. Perhaps you would know how it felt too had somebody asked you."

Now it was her teammate's lilac eyes which narrowed. "Please. I'll have you know that for the past few days I've been beating off guys left and right."

Word choice, Yang, the heiress thought cruelly. It wasn't the first time she had been given such an opening. She would pounce on it, giving her teammate a taste of her own medicine.

"Wow, with both hands at the same time?" Weiss asked with faux amazement. "Still, you really should not be proud of such promiscuity, Yang. We're just lucky Ruby wasn't around to hear this admission."

She smiled at the "sick burn", as Yang or Ruby might call it. Clearly the blonde had not been expecting it. Clearly it only now dawned upon her how the words she had used might be interpreted. Yang could have never foreseen such an attack coming from the prim and proper little Ice Queen.

Yang opened her mouth to say something, but stopped. Instead she simply chose to open the door to the team's dorm and left. She must have known that Weiss had gotten the better of her that round. There would be certain retribution sometime down the line, but for the moment, Weiss was simply pleased that she had beaten Yang at her own game. At the same time she did not know whether or not she should be horrified that she had done so.

Finally she was alone. There was nothing but her own thoughts to keep her company until Jaune arrived. A look at her scroll showed that she still had around twenty minutes until he was scheduled to arrive. That was fine. More than fine. Perfect.

The truth was that Weiss was nervous. What Yang had not known when she had uttered her little comment was that there was more truth to it than she realized. The only thing she got wrong was that it would be occurring after the dance rather than before.

As Yang had said, tonight would be special. One to remember. Weiss had made her own personal plans to make sure that statement was proven true.

She and Jaune had been dating for weeks now. During that time they had grown more comfortable with one another. Whether it was in public or private, they enjoyed one another's company. They enjoyed the physical and emotional perks which came with being in a stable and caring relationship with another. It was only natural. They were teenagers. Even those with the greatest sense of control and restraint were not immune to their natural biological urges. They were not exempt from their hormones which raged at this time in their young lives.

It wasn't as if Weiss was ignorant to that type of knowledge. When she had hit puberty, Winter deemed it necessary and proper to give her "the talk" about such subjects. In addition Weiss was well versed in biology and anatomy, just like any other field of science. She knew the secrets of her body. She knew the secrets of the male body. However up to this point all of that knowledge was merely theoretical in her mind.

It was just that for the first time in her life she felt like putting some of this information to use. It wasn't that she was planning on having sex tonight. No, not this soon. However, she did want to share more affection with him than what they had done previously. Before Jaune she had never felt that way about another person before. There was never anyone she could have imagined sharing such intimacy with. Now however, on the night of the dance, a night which Yang had touted as special, one to remember, she felt as if the time was right.

The issue was that such thoughts still made her incredibly nervous. Despite how far she had come, she still did have hang ups when it came to shows of affection. Especially new and daring ones like what she wanted to do tonight. She wanted Jaune to begin exploring her body tonight. She wanted to begin exploring his for the first time as well. The thought of it all was thrilling. Exhilarating. Even now her heart was pounding in her chest just thinking about it. To share something so personal and intimate with another was a truly special thing. One she wanted.

She also knew that she needed to calm down. If she was too on edge the night could end in disaster. She could push him away just like she had done after kissing him for the first time. She could call what she wanted to do a mistake. It would be devastating. Both for him and herself. No, she needed to relax if tonight was to go perfectly.

That was why she had enlisted the help of Yang once more, even if the blonde girl did not realize it. Going to the team's closet, she rummaged around until she found a bottle from Yang's not so secret stash. It was half full of some clear liquid. It would just have to do.

It wasn't as if she had never drank before. The formal parties and galas back in Atlas served the finest wines regularly, and Weiss had partaken in more than her fair share. Sometimes it was simply to be polite. Sometimes it was out of curiosity. Sometimes it was so that she could calm down, just like she was doing now. After all, being stuck beside her father all night did little to help maintain her composure. However she did have her rule of only partaking in a single glass. She would not become like her mother. Alcohol was not a crutch for the heiress.

As she drank from the glass she had poured herself, Weiss could not help but blanch at the taste of Yang's choice of alcohol. It was wretched. Vile. Horrific. And every other negative word she could think of. Did the blonde simply have no sense of taste? Or could she not afford anything better than this? Weiss didn't know. She had only ever been exposed to the finest quality of wine before. Maybe this brand was what normal people like Yang drank.

Either way it would do the job. It would help to calm her nerves for the evening. An evening with Jaune. An evening to remember.


Jaune stood outside of Team RWBY's dorm room watching the seconds count down on his scroll. He had been there for five minutes already, as to ensure he would not be late. He wanted to arrive at precisely 6:50 to show Weiss that he could follow such simple instructions. He wanted tonight to go flawlessly. Everyone was excited for the dance. He was no different.

In his other hand he held a single white rose, which he would present to Weiss. It wasn't much, but at least it was a gesture that he was sure the girl would appreciate. He wondered what she would do with it. It wasn't enough to stick in a vase. He doubted that anyone on Team RWBY even possessed such an item. Maybe she would wear it somewhere on her dress? Her hair? Or maybe it would be discarded entirely. Even if it was the last one, he didn't mind. The rose was simply a representation of his feelings for his girlfriend. Those feelings were what truly mattered, rather than something material.

The clock on his scroll hit the fifty minute mark, and he closed it before shoving it back into the pocket of his black tuxedo. It was time.

Taking a deep breath, Jaune lightly rapped his knuckles on the door a trio of times.

For a few long seconds there was nothing. Weiss was probably on her way to open the door. It turned out that he was wrong, when he heard the voice from inside. "It's open!"

It was odd, but he didn't think much of it. Jaune opened the door and stepped inside. He found Weiss sitting on one of the bottom bunks which her team had crudely constructed.

"Hey, Weiss," he said with a smile. He lifted his hand which carried the rose, displaying it for her. "I, uh, I brought you this."

The girl gasped at the sight. It was an unusual show of emotion from her. Perhaps she was getting caught up in the moment. "For me?" she asked in what seemed to be amazement.

Jaune felt a little proud. Such a simple gesture clearly meant a lot to the girl. He beamed with pride inside. "Yup. For you."

Weiss stood up from the bottom bed, gripping the one which hung precariously above it a she made her way over to where Jaune stood. There was something about the way she walked which was off.

Or rather, the way she stumbled.

She reached him, grasping the rose with one hand while her other grabbed hold of the front of his shirt. "It'sss beautiful, Jaune! Thank you!"

Something about the way she spoke was setting off alarms in Jaune's mind. She seemed extremely happy. That wasn't too much of an odd thing for the girl anymore, especially when they were together. However... she just seemed extremely enthusiastic at the sight of a single flower.

"But not as beautiful as you are," he smiled. Growing up with seven sisters had taught him much about women. Nights like tonight meant the world to them. "You look amazing, Weiss. Somehow even more amazing than usual."

The words must have done the trick, as she looked up at him with an enormous grin. "Thanksss," she said. "And you... and you look really, really handsome."

It wasn't often that he wore a tuxedo. It wasn't often that he dressed what most would consider nice, period. However he knew from the clothes which Weiss had once chosen for him that she enjoyed the formal or semi-formal look. The black pants and jacket he wore right now were right up her alley.

"Thanks," he said in turn. She was still clinging to his torso. Almost as if she was using him for support. His pride for impressing her was quickly turning to concern. "Are you feeling alright?"

Weiss nodded her head enthusiastically. "I'm fine," she said as she began to reach up, standing on her toes. "I'll show you how fine I am."

At the same time she lifted herself up, her hands drifted up to the back of his neck to pull him down. Their lips met in a kiss which he could only describe as wet and sloppy. That was when he realized it. That was when he tasted it.

Something utterly foreign on Weiss' breath.

Jaune pulled back, clear concern now in his eyes. "Weiss? Are you drunk?"

The heiress shook her head as wildly as she had nodded it before. "No," she protested sharply. "I'm not drunk."

He wasn't buying it. Not for a moment. "But did you drink at all tonight?"

It was far too early for some wild teenage prank like that to go down. He half expected someone to spike the punch at the dance... if there was even a punch bowl. But right now? Before they had even arrived? How would she have even gotten any?

"I only had one glass," she admitted. "I've had one glass before and wasss... just fine."

One glass. That made no sense. Now that he tasted what was on her breath, the smell was overwhelmingly apparent as well. She was drunk. He knew it. Even if she didn't.

"What did you have one glass of?" he asked. "I'm just curious."

"I'll show you!" she said with strange enthusiasm.

Weiss practically skipped over to the closet. After a few moments she came back, almost stumbling as she did so. In her hands she held a bottle out to him. The way she held it with one hand holding the bottom and the other on top almost made it seem like she was presenting it to him. Like she was paying him some sort of tribute.

Jaune took hold of the bottle and looked it over. He was unfamiliar with the brand, not being a drinker himself. However growing up with four older sisters did mean that he knew a little bit about alcohol. One thing on the label stood out at him in particular.

"100 proof?" he thought aloud. He looked back over to Weiss, who was merely eyeing him curiously. "And you said you had one glass of this?"

"Mmmhmm," she nodded.

"Like... a shot glass?"

"Like... a glass glass."

A glass. Of 100 proof vodka. With her body mass and probably total lack of tolerance.

That poor, poor girl.

They were not going to the dance tonight. Absolutely not. He was surprised the girl could walk as well as she was.

"It tasssted awful," Weiss continued. "Yang sucks."

So this was Yang's fault. Even if only indirectly. He had no doubt in his mind that Yang had not willingly given Weiss this to drink. Not even the blonde girl would come up with such a cruel prank on a night as important as this. No, this was Weiss' own doing. He just wondered why.

He had to make the call. At best Weiss would simple embarrass herself on the dance floor in front of the entire school. At worst she could seriously injure herself by falling into something. Or someone.

"Weiss," he began uneasily. "I don't think we should go to the dance tonight."

The look on her face was one of utter betrayal. "What? Why not?"

"Because... you're drunk."

Weiss shook her head. "Jaune. I need you. To know. Even though my voice probably sssounds really drunk right now. I am totally in control of my own mind and body."

She wasn't. But he did not want to start an argument. "Okay. That's good. I don't doubt you."

The girl seemed satisfied with his answer as she went on. "Good. For. Example. If I wanted to touch your butt it would be because I wanted to. Not because of the alcohol."

The words surprised him. However it was nothing compared to the shock when one of her hands reached around and squeezed down on the seat of his pants, earning a small squeak of surprise from the blonde boy.

It ended almost as quickly as it had started, and Weiss took a small step back to take in his reaction. "Sssee? I wanted that. Me."

For long moments Jaune said nothing. Weiss had just... touched him there. Something she hadn't ever done before. It was a bold move which shocked him. Even if the action was fuelled by alcohol, all the drink really did was bring out her honest feelings, right? That meant that Weiss was interested in him like that.

His reaction prompted the heiress to give one of her own. Icy blue eyes widened before she buried her face in her hands. "Oh my gods I just grabbed your butt like a piece of meat." Her head shook wildly as she spoke. "I'm sssorry, Jaune. You're not meat. Even if you are meaty."

It took him a moment to collect his thoughts. Despite the swirl of emotions that were raging inside of his head, his only concern right now was that Weiss was okay. Both physically and emotionally. "It's okay," he said reassuringly. He placed a hand on her shoulder, both to comfort as well as steady her.

Her fingers moved, revealing one of her eyes as she looked up at him. "Really?" she asked hopefully.

"Really," he confirmed. "Now come here. You need to lie down."

"No!" she protested. "We have... to go to the dance."

"No," he echoed. "You need to get some rest. No dancing for you tonight."

She shook her head once more. "I... can dance. Trusst me. I'll show you."

There was no time to stop her before she stepped back and attempted to do what was perhaps supposed to be some sort of ballet spin. She completed one full revolution on one of her feet before she lost her balance and fell back. Her head smacked up against one of the walls with a dull thump.

"Ow..." she whined pitifully.

Jaune was there beside her in a heartbeat. "Weiss are you alright?"

The heiress winced as she rubbed her head. The only verbal response she gave was a soft mewl.

"Come on," he said as he brought an arm around her back to help lift her up. "Let's stand up, alright?"

Slowly but surely he helped bring the girl to her feet. She was so light. So tiny. It was little wonder that Yang's drink hit her so hard. He felt so bad for her. Clearly Weiss had been looking forward to tonight. Her dress was gorgeous. She was gorgeous. And now she wouldn't be able to enjoy what she had helped prepare.

He stood there with her in his arms, and it was clear that she was hanging onto him for dear life at this point even before she spoke. "Jaune. I can't... I can't legs."

Translation: she couldn't stand on her own power. "Walk?" he offered helpfully.

"Yes. Walk is the word."

Maybe now she would finally realize that going to the dance was out of the question. If she could admit to herself that she could not walk without his assistance then maybe she would finally agree to stay in tonight. And he would be there with her in her time of need.

Her words were soft and mellow as she spoke again. "Okay. I admit. I might be ssslightly... sssomething," she slurred. "But I'm not drunk."

Jaune couldn't help but smile at her continued denial of her situation. However she was at least admitting to something. That was a start. "You really need to stop with the 'S' words," he told her. "They make you sound super drunk."

"Ssshut up. My last name is 'S'."

He looked down at her confusedly. "It is?"

"Sssschnee."

"Yes," he agreed. "Yes it is."

"Why do you get to... to say 'S' words, huh?" Her eyes were tired, but they still looked up at him with her typical accusatory glare. "Mr. Yessss."

"That's not..." he started before giving up. He knew what she was trying to say. Even if the letter was on the back of the word instead of the front. "You're right. I'm sorry."

"Ssssorry," she said mockingly. At this point it was apparent to him that Weiss was purposefully emphasizing the 'S' sound for his sake.

Jaune softly shook his head and smiled. This girl truly was one of a kind. That was why he had to treat her as such. "Weiss. Let's go get you into bed, okay? Some rest will make you feel better."

She nodded wordlessly. Maybe falling and hitting her head knocked some sense into her. It was a shame that it had to be done so painfully, but if it helped her then it might be worth it.

As he guided her back to the bottom bunk on her side of the room, Jaune threw aside the sheet atop her bed. He gently helped to sit her down upon the mattress and aided in removing her heels before getting her legs underneath the covers. Finally he tucked her in, bringing the sheet up to the top of her chest.

He turned so that he could go and sit over at the room's desk, but a hand lashed out and grabbed onto his wrist. He looked back to see the girl looking at him with concern.

"Don't go," she whimpered.

It was a heart wrenching expression. He would do his best to dispel it. "I'm not leaving," he told her. "I'll be right over there all night," he said as he pointed to the chair.

Weiss shook her head. "No." She patted the empty space of the mattress next to her. "Here."

There. In bed. Next to Weiss. Jaune felt a chill run down his body. Even if there was nothing inherently sexual about sharing a bed with another person, being that close to her, that intimate... the thought was nothing short of amazing.

"Weiss, I-"

"Here," she repeated. "I want you close to me."

He frowned as he nodded. "Are you sure?"

She nodded. "Mmm."

The grip she had around his wrist was strong. Even in her intoxicated state prying it off of him would not be an easy task. She wanted to be near him. Perhaps as a source of comfort in her condition. Who was he to deny her such a thing?

After removing his own shoes he slipped into the vacant spot next to the girl. His heart was thumping against his ribcage. He was sharing a bed with the most beautiful girl he had ever laid eyes upon. Both of them were fully clothed. Neither had any expectation for it to go any further than this. Still though, it was the most thrilling thing he had ever experienced in his life. Beacon's initiation, the Beowolves in the Emerald Forest, his duel with Cardin, these were nothing compared to this moment right now.

And yet it somehow became even better the moment Weiss threw an arm over his chest, nestling close against him. Jaune complied with her silent request as he lifted an arm of his own and wrapped it around her back. The move only spurred her on, and soon enough her head was resting in the crook of his arm.

They laid there for long minutes, neither saying anything. What needed to be said? What could be said? In this moment Jaune did not feel as if he had to say anything to convey how he felt for her.

Weiss, however, must have felt differently as she broke the silence. "I'm sssorry," she whispered.

He looked down at her to see that her head had not moved. Her eyes were closed against his chest. "For what?"

"Tonight. Was supposed to be special. Now it's ruined."

Her words couldn't have been further from the truth. No, tonight was not ruined one bit. "That's not true," he said.

"It is," she insisted. "We were supposed to go to the dance. And now we can't."

The poor girl. She truly must have felt awful. He gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "It's okay. As long as I'm with you I know we'll have a great time."

A soft moan slipped through her lips as she nuzzled into his chest more. A few seconds later she spoke. "Jaune."

"Yeah?"

"I like you."

He smiled, his hand idly stroking her long white hair. "I like you too."

Her voice was sounding softer by the moment. More tired. The movements of his fingers through her hair was deliberate. He wanted to help her fall asleep. The sooner she slept the sooner she could wake up feeling better.

"No," she disagreed. "I mean I like-like you."

He knew what she had meant all along without any clarification. Still, he would humor her. "I feel the same about you."

Weiss' grip on him tightened at the sound of those words. "Good."

She was almost there. Her words were so soft at this point that she was on the edge of sleep. She just needed a little push over the edge.

So he hummed. Like he had done so many times before to assist putting his younger sisters to sleep, he hummed a simple lullaby. His hand moved from her hair to her back, gently rubbing it to sooth her body. He could feel Weiss' grip on him begin to soften as her body relaxed.

"I can't wait for tonight," she whispered. "I hear the music. Let's dance."

She was out of it now. It wouldn't be long. "Okay. But I need you to get some rest first."

"...kay."

A few seconds later she was gone. A look down at the girl saw her breathing even out. Every soft heave of her back made the boy smile. Weiss looked so calm. So at peace. So beautiful.

Even the small sliver of drool which was hanging from her mouth and onto his chest did not detract from that beauty. A small part of him was tempted to get his scroll out and take a picture of if just so he could tease her later. However he declined to do so in the end. This was a moment that was for his eyes only. One that he would treasure for the rest of his life.

For long minutes he just watched her sleep. Making sure she was okay. When it became apparent that she was happily resting he felt a weariness of his own begin to tug at him.

Jaune closed his eyes, slipping into the most blissful sleep he had ever experienced.


Noise. A soft noise broke him from his slumber.

His girlfriend was still curled up in his arms. The lights above hurt his eyes as he took in the room around him. It wasn't his dorm. What time was it? How long had he been out?

The door opened, and the muffled voices from the other side came into full effect as a trio of familiar faces stepped inside. Once they laid eyes on the pair in bed they stopped in their tracks.

All three had expressions of surprise on their faces. Ruby was the most vocal of them as she brought her hands up to her face, attempting and failing to suppress an excited squeal. Yang looked at him with a shit-eating grin on her face. Clearly she had the wrong idea.

Weiss began to stir in his arms, and Jaune was quick to bring a finger up to his lips to quiet the other girls down. They did so, noticing that Weiss was still asleep.

The door gently closed, and the others stood there not knowing what to do. Not knowing what to say. Even if they had wanted to, they knew they had to be quiet lest they awaken a sleeping heiress and suffer her wrath.

As Yang approached them she must have noticed that both were still fully clothed. "When you two didn't show up we thought that you were off being naughty somewhere," she whispered. She pointed to the sleeves of his tuxedo. "But I guess it looks like you didn't get lucky after all."

Jaune looked at Yang and smiled. "Lucky," he said amusedly, as he looked down to the face of the sleeping snow angel in his arms. "I already am."


Author's Note: Believe it or not this was not the extra chapter I spoke of at the end of the story. This is just an idea that was discussed, and one I really wanted to write.

Since I won't be covering more of the canon storyline, are these kinds of omakes something you'd like to see more of? Rather than writing a few hundred thousand more words, just focus on individual moments like this? Let me know.

I hope you enjoyed this little bonus.