"…so you want tessellated dust crystals for more precise or specialized effects, but untessellated crystals pack better, so they typically produce bigger effects."

Jaune nodded, most of this making sense to him. "So Nora mostly uses untessellated dust crystals for her grenades, like these," he pointed to a section of the SDC catalogue in front of him, "SR-40's, right?"

"Well, she doesn't use all untessellated, but… yeah, mostly." Weiss had a little laugh at that, her voice as musical as ever. "Why are you so interested in grenades all of a sudden? Trying to get Nora to use some new strategies?"

He chuckled at that, thinking of the last time he tried to get Nora to try some new tactics. "No, I don't think I'll have much luck getting her to focus on anything other than blowing everything up. But second year team leaders get an appropriations budget, and I've got to start thinking about what I'll be requesting next year." He saw the nonplussed look Weiss was giving him. "I… take it that Ruby hasn't mentioned this?"

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever might have given you that idea?"

"Don't be too hard on her. I'm getting ahead of the ball, and I only remembered because Gly- Ms. Goodwitch," he quickly corrected himself, hoping she hadn't noticed, "reminded me that I should be thinking of this early." Of course, he didn't mention that she was naked when she told him that. Or kneeling beneath her own desk. Or the seductive, breathy way she told him how badly she wanted to be a good girl for him immediately afterwards. Or-

He needed to change his train of thought right now. "I figured the grenades were the best bet, since I don't really use ammunition, Pyrrha has to use SonaTech dust rounds for her sponsorship deal-"

"And you're sure she won't consider switching to being an SDC brand ambassador?"

Now it was his turn to roll his eyes. "And I'm sure you'll be the one to personally handle that account?"

She gave him a mock scandalized look. "Jaune, this is business! But… I would certainly be here to help her with any questions she might have with the process…"

Jaune didn't really know what to make of Weiss's joking crush on his girlfriend. Or maybe not so joking. He'd learned that assuming what and who people do and don't like was something far outside of his skillset. He decided to play it off as a joke. "Just looking at grenades today, but if you're able to help, I'm sure she'd love a chance to work with you personally..." he let his voice trail with teasing innuendo.

And Weiss laughed, taking it in good fun. Probably unaware that if Jaune hinted to Nora that she still hadn't tried a lesbian experience, she'd be all over Weiss to check it out. "So this is just about Dust technology? Not looking for another chance to ask me out?" she teased him back.

Jaune blushed, embarrassed that she was reminding him of their history. "Believe me, I learned my lesson." Did he still have a crush on the beautiful girl? A little. It was hard not to—Weiss was Weiss, even if he realized that she had no interest in him, even if he'd since slept with some of the most attractive women in Beacon.

But after the night of the dance, they had buried the hatchet and started to build a real friendship, and he had no intention of jeopardizing that. He felt so foolish, so embarrassed that he'd been so preoccupied with pick up lines and asking her out, when, if he had just been a little calmer and more mature, he would have realized that Weiss was actually a really wonderful girl and a good friend. He'd been such an idiot trying to act like he was something he wasn't when, really, they actually got along really well. Weiss was, like him, a planner, with an appreciation for strategy, which gave them a lot to talk about. And with his crazy life, he actually appreciated having a wholly platonic relationship with a girl. No matter what Blake said about his intentions with her teammates, Jaune loved the rest of the RWBY girls because they were good friends—and he wouldn't trade that friendship for anything.

"And I'm sure…" suddenly Weiss had an uncharacteristic and impish grin on her face, "that has nothing to do with you and Blake dating."

Jaune's eyes went wide as he choked on his drink. How did she know that/how did she know only that? "H-how did you-"

"Blake talks in her sleep sometimes, and," Jaune didn't want to imagine what she might be saying, but Weiss's smile got wider as her voice took on a sing-song tone, "I saw her kiss you in the hall last week." Jaune's eyes went even wider. She saw him kiss Blake—nothing else, right? She certainly would have said something if she'd seen literally anything else he had done that night with Blake. He knew exactly what kiss she was talking about and what night that was—she and Velvet had concocted a scenario where they had been "driven wild" by their Faunus heat cycles and had set into him with mad abandon. If Weiss had seen any of that… Surely, she would have said something. Had she been so shocked by the kiss that she hadn't noticed that most of his clothing was shredded?

"It's cool, Jaune, I'm not going to tell anyone if you two want to keep it quiet." Her smile had the kind of warmth Jaune wouldn't have believed Beacon's Ice Princess was capable of at the start of the year. But, then again, a lot of things had changed since the start of the year. "I'm happy for you both."

"Well, uh, Weiss, the thing is…" he felt his cheeks grow painfully warm, "Blake and I, we're… we're not really dating, it's just-"

"That was a hookup? A one-night stand?" Jaune had to assume that the note of excitement he could swear he was hearing in her voice was just an error on his part. That wasn't… Weiss. At all. His over-sexed brain was imagining things.

"Not like, um, it's kind of a…" he searched for a word. He really didn't talk about the realities of his relationships except with people he was also in a relationship with, which meant that it always felt a little more normal than, he now realized, it actually was. "We kind of have a… a no strings sort of thing going on?"

It was undeniable at this point that Weiss's look was more fascinated than scandalized. "You're… sex-friends?"

Well, that was a new word. He hadn't really asked any of his partners what, exactly, was the vocabulary for what they had. "Um, I don't know? Maybe?"

"Oh wow. Oh wow. So, um," her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, "what's it like?"

"What? Wait, the relationship? Well," he laughed, awkwardly, trying to think of a way to describe it without violating Blake's privacy, "you know Blake, she's really romantic and-"

Her voice was barely audible as she interrupted him, "No, you know… the thing."

"What, you mean- sex?" He must be misunderstanding, he couldn't-

"Yeah!"

Oh. Well then. "Shouldn't you be asking, I dunno, Yang about this?"

She scoffed. "Yang's all talk—she knows as much about sex as Ruby does. Blake's liable to tell me more about her books than the real thing," well, Blake blended her books with the real thing, so it wouldn't be that far off, "I don't trust Nora, I can't imagine talking about this with Pyrrha," Jaune could. He very much could. "And I'm pretty sure Ren's ace."

Well, some of that was accurate? "I don't know, I don't think… I'm exactly a representative sample."

"Oh?" she asked, "You think you're so special?" Yes.

"You really won't believe it," he said with an honest laugh.

"Try me," she teased.

Alright. "So, sex… sex is great." He laughed, unable to think of a better word for it, finally leaning in to the sheer awkwardness of it all. "Though, um, it's different with each person who-"

"Each! How many?" This was the sort of eager interest Jaune would have killed for only a few months ago, but right now, he had no idea how to even process it. "And who? Is it Yang? Is that why you thought I should ask her-"

"What? Yang? Weiss- Weiss, I'm not going to, you know," he felt his blush grow, "kiss and tell. Not unless they're okay with it too," he added.

"Blake wouldn't mind. Here," she snatched up Jaune's scroll from the table. "I'll message her. How do you normally make a booty call?"

"Whoa!" He tried to pull his scroll back from her, mind still struggling to understand what was going on here. Did Weiss seriously use the word "booty call?" Did this- where was this going?

"Wait, is she not…" her voice had the gravity and excitement as though she had cracked a major conspiracy, "is she not your main girl?"

"Weiss, what is- what is happening?"

Suddenly, Weiss's face was taken over by a furious red blush, as though she'd only just realized what she'd been saying to him. Her voice dropped to a soft, almost fearful whisper, the sort of sound that made Jaune wish dearly to hold her and tell her everything would be alright. "I'm- I mean, we're coming up to the end of the year, and I…" she blinked away the tears forming in her eyes, "I've been thinking a lot about the fact that I'll be going back to Atlas for the summer, and I just I don't… I don't want to go back to being the old Weiss!"

With those words, Jaune realized that this was serious. He had heard from Ruby, when she talked about her teammates, how hard Weiss was trying to change herself, to open up and be a good friend. But it was from his newfound relationship with Blake where he realized how important this was. Blake and Weiss had clashed even more than Weiss had clashed with Ruby at the start of the year, and yet, Blake told him, they'd both changed so much and in so much the same way that Blake truly treasured their friendship. Weiss made her feel like her cause wasn't hopeless, that she could find common ground even with those she had the least faith in, and that it meant the world to her how much Weiss was trying to change.

And if Weiss was worried that she might lose that… right there, Jaune resolved to help her in any way he could. He gave Weiss a sympathetic look, and signaled for her to keep going. She didn't need advice or guidance, she just needed someone to listen to her. And Jaune could do that.

"My life here is so different from what it was at home. I have friends! I get in trouble! And I don't… when I'm back home, with my… father, I know it's going to be hard to keep not being the girl he wants me to be. Boring, stuffy, lonely, stick-in-the-mud Weiss. So I want to do the things I couldn't imagine doing before I came here. Experiences he can't ever take away. I want to be bad, Jaune! I want to do things my father would hate! I want to be… sexual!" she struggled to blurt the word out.

And then she slammed a hand to her mouth as she realized what she was saying. "I… maybe not that last one. Not yet, I'm… I don't think I'm, um, ready, yet, to um, actually, um…" she looked up at him, timidly, and he gave her a look of reassurance, and put his hand on hers. It was impossible to miss how she relaxed at his touch, and as she slowly looked up, all dewy eyed, Jaune felt he might just die from it. "But… could I…" her voice was so soft, he almost had to strain to here it, "could I… watch?"


Pyrrha wasn't sure if she could breathe.

She had almost dropped the scroll when she saw what Jaune had messaged her. She had to burst away from her conversation with Nora and head straight to the room- she had to get ready- she had- she had to-

Okay, Pyrrha, she thought to herself, you have to breathe. Just like a tournament, you can't do anything unless you breathe first. It helped. She did what she could to center herself and focus on what she needed to do immediately. But this was…

Blake had always been dead-on about Pyrrha's intentions with her teammates. But was that really her fault? Blake, she knew from personal experience, was hot, Yang was sex on legs, Ruby had that precious kid-sister look that just made Pyrrha really, really want to see it all scrunched up in pleasure, and Weiss…

Oh, Pyrrha had dreams about Weiss. Having her beg Jaune for his forgiveness for her snobbishness. She would have Jaune paint her perfect face with his cum, or she would make her prostrate herself for permission to lick it out of Pyrrha's well-stuffed pussy. But… sometimes, she had other dreams. Dirty, dirty dreams that made her feel so naughty and wet, the kind she wished she could tell Velvet every steamy detail if only just thinking about it didn't make her blush.

She wanted… she wanted to watch Jaune fuck Weiss, and… and to… to watch Weiss steal him from her. Weiss was so much more desirable than she was, so much more refined and beautiful. There was a reason Jaune went after her first. She was… she was… ohhh, she'd seduce him and claim him and ohhh Velvet wouldn't be able to resist her either. She'd try, she wouldn't want to give in, but- ohhhhhh, it took a powerful will to not just start fingering herself right now.

But she needed to get ready. This had to be perfect. This was the performance of a lifetime, a challenge more daunting than anything she'd faced before.

But the more daunting the challenge, the more the Goddess of Victory would excel.


She kept herself in a dark corner of the bedroom, out of sight, waiting for her rival and her lover.

She heard the lock open, and she heard the sharp intake of air as Weiss gasped, looking around the room. "Wow, this is so… so fancy. How did you get access to a room like this?"

"Well," Jaune laughed, knowing the real reason, "there's actually a bunch of unused spaces in Beacon this year, so we were able to take advantage of it."

"You have your own kitchen!"

"Uh, yeah, but I figured you'd be more interested with the…"

"Yeah, yeah, the bedroom, but I'm allowed to get excited by more opportunities to get you to cook!" Pyrrha had to stifle a giggle at that. It was hard to not appreciate Weiss's less formal, girlish side. But as she entered the darkened bedroom, her eyes missed Pyrrha in her corner. Perfect. "But, uh, who's the girl you were-"

"You mean me?" she said, seductively emerging from the darkness and pulling Jaune into a quick, but passionate, kiss. "Oh?" she saw the stunned expression on Weiss's face, still frozen in her half-turn, her eyes drinking in Pyrrha's lingerie-clad body. "Are you so surprised to see me?"

"Y-you're s-s-sleeping," she could barely manage the word, "with P-P-P-" she stammered.

"Pyrrha," Jaune completed for her. "Yeah, she was my," and he blushed adorably, "my first. And she's the one who's been making my life absolutely insane with other girls." That she was, she thought with a grin.

But she had even more reasons to grin as she looked upon their visitor. The elegant, beautiful girl was literally panting as she stared at her. Her thoughts were written clear on her bright red face—this was something she must have imagined before, seeing Pyrrha like this. It thrilled her, know that a girl as pure, as desirable as Weiss must have struggled with lustful fantasies about her. And now she had the opportunity to make those fantasies real.

At the same time, there was a hint of annoyance in the back of her mind. She and Velvet had spent so much time thinking about how to seduce Weiss. How to subtly lure her into their bedroom, how to quietly inflame her passions or secretly reveal the pleasures they experienced to her. Could she really have just texted her: "Hey Weiss, wanna fuck?" and that would have been it?

Well, now was not the time for regrets. She gestured Weiss towards a chair she could watch from and began to lay Jaune down on the bed. She was going to mount him in reverse cowgirl, so Weiss could to get an eyeful of her, and Weiss seemed very pleased with that decision. She was more than ready, and as she slid down his length, she took a brief moment to admire how good she'd gotten at this. They had both been virgins for their first time, full of nervous uncertainty and awkward fumbling, but now, giving a full demonstration of the pleasures of the flesh to Weiss, she felt experienced, confident. Weiss's eyes were full of admiration, no, adoration, as she watched Jaune make her feel so, so good.

Her eyes fluttered, the feeling of Jaune filling her, rolling her hips as he hit her spots, all conspired to break her concentration from Weiss. But she wouldn't break that easily, and she loved watching Weiss watch her. And her eyes… She felt like a Goddess as her rival, her hated, beloved rival worshiped her with her eyes. "You're so beautiful," she mouthed, reverently. "Touch yourself," Pyrrha silently commanded in reply. And she did, her delicate, elegant fingers slowly drifting to her skirt.

Seeing Weiss's fingers delicately explore her body, Pyrrha realized that this must have been her first time, not just seeing sex, but her first time even masturbating. Her childhood, from what she knew about it, was a repressed, controlling environment, one that left her wholly unprepared for discovering herself as a sexual being. Years of repressed lust and desire were written on her panting face, melting her resistance and awakening the hot, sexy woman that had been trapped beneath the ice. And Pyrrha simply couldn't take it anymore.

She came, proudly, whipping her hair behind her and thrusting her chest out giving Weiss a view of what she could have, of the woman she could be now that the chains binding her had been loosed.

"…thank you," she heard Weiss practically whisper in her quiet, awestruck voice.

Pyrrha giggled to hear it as she slipped off of her boyfriend. How could she have ever disliked her, this sweet, wonderful girl who just wanted to watch and adore the objects of her affection?

But it seemed that Weiss wasn't quite done with her desires. "Jaune?" she asked, hesitantly, "I… I think I know how Pyrrha wants to be thanked."

She stood and stripped out of her dress. Her underwear, though fairly conservative, was lacy and elegant, a pure, virginal white that almost blended in with her pale skin. And then she unhooked her bra, exposing her breasts, small, but perfectly formed and topped with a pair of frosty pink nipples, to her and Jaune. Yes, yesyesyes, she could very much be thanked in this way. A faint pink colored Weiss's cheeks, but Pyrrha could tell, she wanted to be seen, to be appreciated. Weiss was a work of art, and that meant she needed an audience.

She strode up to her boyfriend, with all the poise of a ballet dancer. Pyrrha stepped aside, gracefully. Now it was her turn to watch, to admire the performance. And the looks on their faces… they were nervous, an electrical buzz of desire muted by uncertainty, but almost burning with pure want. Weiss strode up to him, presenting herself, her whole self to Jaune and said, simply, "Kiss me, Jaune."

And he did. He didn't hesitate in the slightest. The object of his desires for so long was now within his grasp and he didn't hesitate. Pyrrha took her seat as she watched what began as a chaste kiss grew wanton as Weiss climbed on top of him, desiring so much more.

"Please," she whispered to him, "Take me like you did Pyrrha. I want… I want her to watch."

And Jaune obliged, lying down on the bed. As she straddled his cock, Pyrrha had to appreciate just how big it looked, with the slender girl perched, nervously, above it. But at the same time, Pyrrha could see her desire dripping down her leg, and she lowered herself, a faint gasp as it first made contact with her slit. And then she made a real gasp as, suddenly, she pushed down and the head entered her. Her voice grew higher and higher as she lowered herself all the way down.

"Are you alright?" Jaune asked.

"S-so, so good, so good!" she whispered back in a tremulous voice. "M-more, Jaune, please, more!"

And then he started to roll his hips, slowly thrusting into her, making Pyrrha jealous that he had an eyeful of Weiss's backside that must be making the most delicious movements as she squirmed. But the look on Weiss's face, oh, that was something Pyrrha could just drink in. It was pure wonder, a girl who never believed she could be made to feel this good, slowly realizing that she could make the sensation even better as she started to move her own hips in time with Jaune's! She looked to Pyrrha, eyes wide with joy, like she'd just learned that every day was now Christmas, and Pyrrha felt a surge of pure happiness for her former rival.

"Oh, Pyrrha! He's good! He's so good!" She squealed as her eyes rolled up in her head, "He's fucking meeeeeee!" And she came, squirting, devolving into a giggling mess of a girl speared on her boyfriend's dick. Pyrrha couldn't help herself as she felt a powerful orgasm shudder through her whole body, the sight of Jaune claiming his crush fulfilling so, so many of Pyrrha's wildest fantasies.

Jaune slowly helped her disentangle herself from him, giving her another kiss, only for Weiss to stop him before he could get up.

"No." She placed a hand directly on Jaune's chest. "Not done." She rolled off of him, but then opened her legs, beckoning him "I want you to take me, Jaune. I want to feel your weight on me, to feel you on top of me. I want to feel you finish in me, Jaune. I want it, Jaune. I want it so bad."

Pyrrha wanted to see that quite a bit. "Do it, Jaune," she purred, "Make her yours."

"Yes, oh, yes! Make me your girl, Jaune!"

Jaune looked to his girlfriend, his face conveying that sheepish happiness that so defined the man she loved. He mounted her, and she looked so tender and delicate beneath him, but Jaune treated her so well. The air was soon filled with her happy cries as Jaune thrust and Weiss giggled about how badly she wanted it, wanted him, and Pyrrha's fingers danced in and out of her slit.

It was beautiful, it was so beautiful, and Pyrrha was so happy, so happy for everything. For Jaune, to finally win the girl who he had so pined for. For Weiss, deliriously happy to have lost her virginity, and in such a lovely way. And for herself, to be there for it all, to know that Weiss and Jaune loved her as dearly as she loved them. That there were so many wonderful, wonderful people in their relationship that she could feel so surrounded by love and desire.

But then Weiss gasped with pleasure as Jaune grunted and Pyrrha couldn't sit still any longer. She had to see it for herself as she raced over to the bed. Jaune withdrew, and Pyrrha could finally get an eyeful of Weiss, looking so pale and angelic on the bed, her puffy pink pussy oozing full of white cum.

Weiss looked over to her, somehow still looking perfectly composed in spite of the mess and her clear exhaustion, and whispered a profound, "Thank you."

Pyrrha had never felt such a rush of quiet gratitude in her life.


Weiss practically skipped back to her dorm. She felt like a new woman, all nice-y and Weiss-y, her mind, light and effervescent, trilling at the silly rhyme. Jaune had offered to walk her back to her room, and Weiss couldn't have been more delighted. She insisted that he put his arm around her, even if it might cause people to gossip—especially if it might cause people to gossip!

Tonight had been wonderful. The most beautiful girl she'd ever met, her personal Goddess had deigned to permit her to watch her make love. It had been magical. She had never been more wrong about a person than she had been about Jaune—he and Pyrrha were perfect together. And it had been so silly to be jealous, not after Pyrrha invited her to share in their relationship. Feeling Pyrrha's eyes on her as Jaune made her a woman… It only inflamed her desires more. Soon, she would make love to both of them, to feel Pyrrha's heavenly body herself, to worship perfection in every way she was ordered to.

Her only wish was that there was some way she could tell Winter about this. It felt wrong to pass such a milestone in her life and not be able to tell her sister all the juicy details.

But Jaune had brought her to the RWBY dorm, and, alas, it was time for this wonderful night to come to an end. "So," she turned to him, flirtatiously, "do I get a kiss goodnight?"

She turned her face upwards, invitingly, and Jaune's lips met hers. It started as a chaste kiss, the sort of thing she would have expected from a gentleman caller after a socially-conventional date.

But she didn't want a gentleman.

And that had not been a socially-conventional date.

She pulled him into a deep kiss. She moaned, wantonly, enjoying the feeling of knowing that this was the man who had claimed her virginity, who had taken Velvet and Blake and so many other girls as his own, who had conquered Pyrrha. He was so strong, so manly, she wanted him to press her against the door and ravish her like the common…

But that was when she realized that he couldn't do that because the door next to her was open. And if they hadn't opened it, then that meant…

She slowly turned her head to the right, hoping against hope that it wouldn't be-

Ah hell. Big, lilac eyes were locked on hers. At least, she told herself, it isn't silver. She was spared breaking her partner's tender little heart, but tensed for the mockery she'd receive instead. Except… Weiss did notice that they were wide with shock instead of her usual smug superiority, no crass jokes or puns spilling out. Yang, who lived in innuendo and implication, was wholly unprepared for encountering the real thing—a thing, Weiss realized, that she now greatly eclipsed Yang in terms of experience.

Well, she couldn't let this opportunity slide…

"You musn't tell anyone! You musn't!" She cried, shoving Yang into the room. She hoped that the tone of her voice, so overly formal and full of shocked impropriety, would let Jaune know what she was doing while she kicked the door shut behind her. Though, she had to assume, when she was this over the top, surely, Yang would catch on that she was playing a role.

"Wait, what- you- what?" Good, she was wrong! Yang was completely off balance! Weiss could have a little fun with this.

"You can't let anyone know! Please, you can't!"

"Wait, you and, and, and- Vomit Boy?"

"Oh Yang, I've been madly in love with him ever since the dance! We've carried out our relationship in secret, because I'd be utterly ruined if anyone found out! Oh please, Yang, please, you mustn't!"

Surely, she had to realize she was doing a bit. Surely someone who had lived with her for almost a year now could realize that she didn't talk like that. Really, they… Is this what she sounded like to them? Really? Well, now she had to get back at her.

"I- I won't tell anyone. Jeez, I just… I really never saw that coming… like, at all."

"I just," she bit her lip. Did she dare go that far? Right now, it was a prank, but if she asked for this, well, then she was going as far as Pyrrha did. But that thought immediately made up her mind. "I can't imagine asking this of anyone, but surely…"

Yang crouched down to meet her gaze, her voice compassionate, big sister-ly. "What do you need, Weiss?"

"I can't… bring myself to do… certain things with Jaune. He's never complained, but it hurts me to know I can't… do those things. It hurts, Yang! But, if you…" In spite of her over-the-top performance as a blushing maiden, in spite of how ludicrous the situation she was describing, the look in Yang's eyes was telling her that she was taking it hook, line, and sinker. "If you… slept with him, I could… because you're experienced in this, and I'm…"

She couldn't go this far. Surely, she couldn't possibly go this far.

Yang swallowed, hard. "…Okay," she could! "If… if it would help you two. I can… sleep with your boyfriend."

Oh, she had to text Pyrrha about this!

Thanks to Renarde for feedback on this chapter!

Eight chapters later, and Pyrrha finally acts on her crush on Weiss... completely on accident and with no actual action between the two of them. But there might be opportunities for North Pole in the future! And now Yang's in the mix! Exciting times, but it'll probably be a little bit before I get to that, because I'm looking to step back from Beacon a little in my next chapter: Criminal Intent.


CODA


[Scroll IM Private Group: Vale Trip]

Blake Belladonna: i dont get why people keep saying were the ndgo of beacon

Blake Belladonna: theyre obvs the rwby of shade

Blake Belladonna: back me up

Blake Belladonna: plz

Blake Belladonna: back me up

Blake Belladonna: guys

Velvet Scarlatina: Guys

Velvet Scarlatina: Guys help

Velvet Scarlatina: It's Nora

Velvet Scarlatina: She's staring at me and it's very scary

Blake Belladonna: o

Blake Belladonna: yea

Blake Belladonna: should have warned u

Blake Belladonna: she really wants in on the group chat

Blake Belladonna: my b :P

Velvet Scarlatina: How do I make her stop?

Blake Belladonna: is ren there

Velvet Scarlatina: No

Blake Belladonna: just… get cozy

Blake Belladonna: she wont actually bite

Blake Belladonna: if that helps

Pyrrha Nikos: Oh no! I'll be there in a little bit, Velvet; I'll talk to her.

Velvet Scarlatina: Oh thank the gods

Velvet Scarlatina: Quiet Nora is very scary

Pyrrha Nikos: I know. I'm so sorry.

Pyrrha Nikos: But I have an announcement to make :)

Pyrrha Nikos: I think we might have to improve the quality of our texts from now on.

Blake Belladonna: id sooner die

[Pyrrha Nikos has added Weiss Schnee to the Private Group "Vale Trip"]

Blake Belladonna: WHAT

Blake Belladonna: PYRRHA WHAT

Blake Belladonna: NO

Weiss Schnee: Hello, friends!

Blake Belladonna: WAY

Weiss Schnee: I suppose I'm a part of this now. Yes, Jaune and I were intimate last night. It was lovely, just such a marvelous night, and I dearly hope I can contribute to this arrangement you all have.

Weiss Schnee: Also… Vale Trip?

Blake Belladonna: why do u always post like that

Velvet Scarlatina: It needed to be secret

Blake Belladonna: i liked calling it sleeping with jaune

Blake Belladonna: swj for short

Blake Belladonna: not like were being subtle in the chat

Weiss Schnee: Oh, hi Velvet! I didn't know you were in this arrangement.

Blake Belladonna: she sure is ;)

Blake Belladonna: u interested in girls snow angel?

Weiss Schnee: First ground rule: Nobody may call me that. Ever.

Weiss Schnee: But that aside… well, care to find out?

Weiss Schnee: Chat sure got quiet all of a sudden, huh?

Blake Belladonna: ...pyrrha is this the real wiess?

Pyrrha Nikos: Yep!

Pyrrha Nikos: Jaune and I welcomed her into the relationship last night.

Velvet Scarlatina: GUYS I AM SORRY BUT NORA HAS STARTED HUMMING

Velvet Scarlatina: IT'S OPERA AND VERY THREATENING

Velvet Scarlatina: I AM VERY SCARED

Pyrrha Nikos: Ok! You're not in any danger: just stop texting, don't make any sudden movements, and I'll be there right away!

Weiss Schnee: Is it "Ride of the Valkyries?" I've been trying to make our teams more cultured, and I've been introducing Nora to Wagner.

Weiss Schnee: Oh, yes, you're not supposed to be texting.

Weiss Schnee: Still, I would like to know.

Blake Belladonna: so

Blake Belladonna: u and jaune fucked

Weiss Schnee: Well, I wouldn't put it like that… but yes! We did!

Blake Belladonna: made his day

Weiss Schnee: I hope so. It was magical, Blake, and I'm so glad it happened, and I'm so glad it was with him.

Weiss Schnee: I still almost can't believe it, but it's true. He was amazing.

Blake Belladonna: u sure ur weiss?

Weiss Schnee: I… know this might seem a little out of character, but I don't want to be that girl, not anymore. I don't want to be the stick in the mud, the annoying prude who doesn't know how to have fun.

Weiss Schnee: Blake, I want to try everything.

Blake Belladonna: well well well

Blake Belladonna: u came to the right place

Weiss Schnee: I'm sure I did. I want to do everything the old Weiss would be too scared to even imagine.

Blake Belladonna: i like the new weiss

Blake Belladonna: lol

Blake Belladonna: one question

Blake Belladonna: if you could be any animal what animal would you be?