Note: Moderately explicit sex scenes contained. If you don't like that, feel free to skim. Thank you.

Chapter 11: Break Me

What was worse, Jaune wondered, the cold rocky ground mashed against his cheek? Or Nora's slobbery wet kisses mashed against his other cheek for, well, he wasn't sure how many times it was now. Can't accuse her of never being affectionate.

"I love you, Jauney." She said, hugging him. "Make sure you behave for aunties Yang, Weiss, and Pyrrha, and be a good boy while mama's gone. Okay?"

What was he, an infant? And what did she mean by behave? He was perfectly behaved. He just didn't like being helped much. Or at all really. He was sure the others meant well, but it wasn't fun being so helpless. Couldn't hunt for food, couldn't fight, and sometimes needed help just sitting upright. Just a day ago, he could walk around, but that same night he'd been glued to the ground, his every muscle burning like his veins were filled with oil and struck by a lighter. Fuck help.

"I… will." Had to try at least. It wasn't the girls' fault he was this way. He only had himself to blame.

"Good!" she chirped, giving him one final kiss, then a ruffle of his already messy tangle of hair. Bangs were getting too long again, falling in front of his eyes, losing its initial shape. It annoyed him in the most pointless way a tiny thing like it could, and he felt weak just knowing there was no way to cut it properly with a broken sword.

Ren, Nora, Blake, and Ruby would begin trying the campfire. Spend a few days out at the very beach they'd first landed on. Maybe rescue ships were on their way and would pass by. No way to signal them this deep in the forest. No choice then. Half the group would go. And try as he did, Jaune tried to voice his opinion on the matter.

But Ruby was apparently having none of that and promptly told him his only job was to rest. Hey, Jaune, be the leader. Ren sucks. So be the leader. Actually, no, I'm gonna be the leader now, cuz you suck. Sorry. She never said it, but he couldn't help but feel like that was how he was being viewed. Him. The Champion. He didn't need rest. He needed to be up and doing things. Destroying every goddamn Grimm that even entertained the consideration of a thought of attacking the camp. He needed to be strong again.

Being weak like this? Useless like this? That was not what a champion was supposed to do. That could not be accepted.

Oh he'd behave for now. Get the rest he was supposed to. But once he was strong enough, he'd be out there contributing like everyone else. He had to.

Then someone kneeled down to him, a pack on her back. Ruby. She looked weary, alert in the shoulders and eyes, but paler, like she'd lost a bit of her youth. Or grown out of it. Her hair was a messy tangle now too, framing and spiking out and around her face like a cluster of spider web strings hanging loose from their perches. "Yo." she smiled. A short one. But a smile nonetheless.

"Yo yourself." Jaune responded, looking up at her, "Any way I can convince you not to go?" At least not without me?

"Nope. You can try to stop me though."

"Sure, as soon as I learn to walk again in the next five thousand years, I'll get back to you."

"Like Blake would say," Ruby flicked his nose, "Don't be so dramatic."

"Blake telling people not to be dramatic, of all people." Jaune's insides protested at his unwarned chuckle. His body was even punishing him for a rare moment of levity, "Now I've seen it all."

They were quiet for a moment, and Ruby crossed her legs as she sat before him, took his hand and rubbed it with both her thumbs. She never needed to say much to him, oddly enough. Even if Ruby did like to talk when things interested her, there would always be moments when he was with her where all they needed to do was exist. A passing comment here. A joke there. No need to bring up the weather and ask how she was.

He couldn't lose that. He just couldn't.

"Ruby, come back." he croaked, "Make sure everyone does."

She nodded at him. "Everyone will be back before you know it. I promise."

"I don't want a promise." Jaune said, meeting her eyes. Saw the way she pulled back a little. "Guarantee me that it'll happen. That you'll do everything you have to and make it back. If you can't, I'll drag myself out of here by my teeth to find you. If you want me to rest, then you need to make sure I can't do that. Right?"

She nodded again, leaning close to him. She cupped his face and it was as if she didn't blink as those dull gray eyes looked into his, unwavered and attentive like an ever-watching owl. He didn't move away, either, hoping to find that conviction in his friend that he would always see there. And it was, but it was different. Stronger.

Colder.

"I'll bring them back. I'll kill every Grimm that even thinks about hurting us. I swear."

No other choice but to have faith in her. This was beyond his control now. He felt like she understood what he felt somehow. About what it'd take to keep everyone safe. Someone who was ready to fight to the very brink of despair.

And she was heading out of the tent flap, the others hugging everyone goodbye as Weiss came in. She and Ruby hugged tight. Used to be the strangest thing, Weiss hugging anyone. Not so strange anymore. Then it was just him and Weiss.

It was sometimes like this. Where she'd be in the cave with him but not say anything. Not that he was complaining, there wasn't much he wanted to talk about. But since she was just there, a long row of hair falling over her shoulder since she'd long lost her tiara. Almost made her look wild in some way. An awkward contrast considering she still managed to look poised and proper even while dirty and in perhaps the most undignified conditions known to man. We all get there though. Get uprooted, flipped upside down. What would Weiss look like if she had to deal with what I did?

Then a realizing thought. Weiss was probably the only one besides Pyrrha who might have.

"Weiss?"

"Y-yes?" she'd flinched, face flushed red. Probably from the sunset light peeking in through the half open curtain. Almost made her porcelain white skin glow. Glassy and reflective. Made her seem desperately cold. In need of warmth. And it was all the more apparent to him how small she was by comparison to him. How easily she'd fit in his arms…

Not a good time to be thinking about that, moron. Jaune swallowed hard, hoped his body's urges went with it. "I guess I thought we were past the point of 'how are you?' and 'how's the weather today?' but I don't really know a better way to ask you how you're handling… all of this."

"I'm fine. It's hot outside." she paused, "And I suppose I'm handling it like you are. I'm still alive, so I have to be doing something right."

She'd a point there. "Yeah, right…"

And he did realize it was pretty hot, too. Had been like that for a couple of days. He woke up sweaty more times than not. And Weiss was almost glistening with sweat, fanning herself with her hand, flapping the chest of her dress to cool her brea—chest. Jaune closed his eyes, tried not to let his imagination get past that. "I'm sorry I kept those secrets. I should have trusted you."

She looked at him. "I wish you would have, but I understand." Then looked away. "It's easier to bottle it up, isn't it?"

"Too easy." Addictingly so. It wasn't that he never wanted to talk about them with others. It was the idea that he'd have to confront them himself, that he'd have to face those demons himself. And there was nothing quite as horrifying as facing the monster in the mirror.

"I want to make it up to you." Jaune said, "If there's anything I can do, just tell me. Okay?"

She held his eyes for a moment, then stared at the ground, mouthing something like it had slipped out and she hadn't noticed. "Jaune, can I ask you something personal?"

What even was personal anymore? He told his friends everything. He doubted there was anything else he'd try to keep secret. "Shoot."

"How many people have you… erm, slept with?"

Except maybe that. And now she was staring at him and he hoped that he wasn't blushing. Could lied and said no one, but she wouldn't believe her. Play it up and say everyone, worst case being that she might actually believe him. Neither were true, and the safest, but no less humiliating answer slipped out. "It's not exactly something I keep track of."

"That many, hm?" Of course that was an assumption she'd come to. Who wouldn't? But then, why did he care. Weiss had judged him on plenty of things in the past, this time wouldn't be any different, would it? Or was he only dredging up that bitterness again from last year? He'd promised himself to give her a chance to be better, and she so far had been trying. A better job than I have, at that.

"Think what you want. I say yes, you judge me, I say no, you won't believe me." Jaune sighed, "Besides, its not like they lasted. They never went anywhere."

"I doubt its an experience you regret, though. Right?"

He did. A lot. He remembered his first time. Remembered being excited. Remembered it being awkward. The deed was done eventually, but he could only remember how he and his partner had gotten out of it pretty unhappy. Hardly the ideal for the first experience. He wished it could have been with someone closer. Someone he'd be happy to share a shitty first experience with.

But telling Weiss that, he just couldn't. He felt vulnerable enough as it was. He needed some dignity, if such a thing still existed for him. "No, it was a good time. But… I might have enjoyed it more with someone… closer to me, I guess. A girlfriend or something."

"Right…" she nodded. He noticed she was fiddling with her fingers, lips pressed tight like her thoughts were storming around in her head.

"Why so curious about all of that?"

"Because…" she grunted. "I—"

The curtain flapped open and Yang had stepped through. "What's up, lovebirds? Having a little marriage quarrel?"

Weiss huffed. "Your insipid jokes are as unfunny as ever."

"I'll get you to laugh one day. But for now, Jaune needs a back massage."

"I do?"

"Mm-hm." Yang said, taking by the shoulders and turning him onto his stomach. Not much reason to fight back. It'd hurt too much and he doubted he had the physical strength to fight off even Ruby. :I bet your muscles are all knotted up. Happens to me with my semblance and my dad's so I got good at it over the years. Might help you not feel so much like you're in pain."

Jaune let out a breath. Why the hell not?

"Seems awfully convenient that you know this all of a sudden. You never offered massages to me or Blake."

"Don't pretend you use your muscles that much." He hadn't noticed, but Yang was on top of him now, straddling his lower back, and Jaune tried not to think of that too much. She leaned onto him, her chest against his back, and she playfully patted his cheek. "Jauney-boy here does, and he's the one we're taking care of, so he gets priority. Oh but don't worry, I'll do you too if you want."

"It's not you I want to do me." Weiss said. Then blinked. "A-and not in the way you're thinking, you degenerate. I'm going for a walk!"

She left and Jaune watched her go. "Where's Pyrrha?"

"Hunting." Yang said, smiling down at him. At least that's what he assumed from the sound of her giggle. A strangely chipper one, "Guess we're all alone, huh?"

"Sorry I'm not uh, better company."

"I don't know. I don't think you're that bad."

"You're just saying that to get on my good side."

"Maybe I am. Is it working?"

She chuckled a little. "Maybe. But, something else might work better. Think you can help me get some exercise?"

"You're injured."

"I know, but… I don't want to sit around too much longer." Jaune said, looking sideways at her. "Please, Yang. I'll do anything you want. Name it."

Her smile only seemed to get wider, and she hit a spot near his shoulder blade and he grunted. "Shit, that felt good. You are good at this. Seriously, Yang. Anything you want."

A pop in his back, and she said. "Okay, deal."

Jaune brightened. "Really? I… thank you, Yang. I swear, I'd sell you my heart, body, and soul, if that's what it takes to pay you back."

She grinned. "Well, I'm feeling charitable today. How about a discount?" She leaned into him again, breasts against his back. "You only need to pay me in one of those things."

Weiss stopped where she was and sighed. Stupid Yang and her silly accusations.

But, were they that silly?

Asking Jaune questions like that was stupid and invasive, beyond uncouth and inappropriate. And yet she'd felt like if she'd had a little longer with him… then what? What would she have said? What would she have done? What would he say? What would he do?

"Weiss…" She imagined. And Weiss hugged her arms at the sound of his voice. Normally she didn't think about it much. It reached that shrill, funny height whenever he was nervous and panicked. Was rather simple and clear normally. Then, the deeper, guttural voice.

The mighty roar back in the arena. Powerful. The furious volcano back with his argument with Pyrrha. Even now, while he was weak and tired, his voice had become gravely, like he'd aged a couple years. Something about that voice made her want to hear it all the time. Hear it close. In her ear. Whispering.

But she quashed that thought. A bunch of trite silliness. Just her emotions and stress trying to get the better of her. She had better ways to work it off like… like…

Oh, who was she kidding? What was the point in denying it?

It wasn't as if she was a girl without urges, the needs of the human condition. Even her corporate machine of a father and her merciless alcoholic of a mother didn't dodge that most primal aspect, they simply found that comfort in consorts. Too many times had Weiss caught a butler or servant leaving her mother's room, or a stewardess or maid leaving her father's. Never quite got used to it. Made her cringe, want to spit, remind her parents that they needed to behave like upstanding Schnee, not sex-hungry animals willing to stick it whereever they fit.

Now sticking it wherever she fit not only seemed like not such a bad idea. But a temptingly good one.

How had she never noticed that most of their friend group were girls? She probably would have noticed if they were boys. But there'd been a type of security in this group, not because she was afraid of men, but the simple fact that they did not demand her attention like her team did. Easy enough to be in control of her urges when the boys were, for the most part, out of sight. Now, they were everywhere. Or just one was.

She willed her aura, heard her construct come to life, shadow looming over her. She closed her eyes, a deep welling of shame already springing up like she was being reprimanded for a grand mistake. And it was one. A mistake to topple all others. One she'd made again and again since she'd grown desperate for any kind of distraction.

It was wrong, on so many levels it was wrong. She doubted anyone knew, but that didn't change the fact that she felt like they could somehow read her mind. Were judging her. Were disgusted by her.

A hand, neither warm, nor cold, rather feelingless, if there was such a thing, touched her arm. She might have shivered, but was used to the feeling of nothing, and wasn't quite sure how to take it. It made her glad her summons obeyed her orders internally—it'd be quite a mood killer if she had to vocalize the instructions. How pathetic was that? Caring entirely too much about the romantic tone of what was little more than a toy?

It got the job done, though. And she'd liked to say it was enough, but her fingers did the job better—the warmth of the touch mattered more than the touching ironically. So even when the summon cupped her breasts, kneaded them, and she pursed her lips to search for a feeling, she came up with nothing.

Maybe it was best to skip to the end.

She lifted her skirt, felt the hand slide down her belly, to her waist, made it wait there. Imagined that he—it—was taking its time. Teasing her like a lover. Oh how she liked it. How she'd have liked it more if the person was real.

"Weiss…" a strange ability. She'd never expected her summon to talk, discovered not long after its inspiration left Beacon. So if the touch wasn't enough, and the feeling wasn't enough, why did she keep doing it? Why did she continue to do this?

Because of the voice. Because of his voice.

It parted her underwear, the feeling as dry and empty as an abandoned coffin. The basest degree of pleasure. One finger. Two. In and out and in and out. She let out a gasp, tried to sink into the ocean of her imagination. She tried to imagine something else. Someone else. Someone attractive. Neptune, maybe? Certainly handsome, certainly had experience. Perhaps a little too much, or at least, too proud of it, too much of a flirt. A good person, no mistake, but an interest that was as potent when he was around and as fleetingly forgotten when he wasn't. Sun? No, felt wrong somehow when he and Blake seemed like they were on the cusp of something. Maybe it wasn't a big deal, using him as a fantasy, but did Weiss really have room for any more shame? Ren was a flat no. No Sage, no Scarlet, and somehow even the most handsome or chiseled actor became a spectacular failure at this one infuriating task.

Except, for one.

That's where it got her, where it sucked her in. She tried to imagine the warmth, wondered if it was at all like her own body, or was it hotter. Was it like a freshly erupted volcano, trembling with power, forcing the world to heel? She let out a gasp, arched her back, three fingers now. Imagined him grunting her name, choked out his in return. Wet spilled down her leg, and she made her machine support her as her knees knocked, as her legs threatened to buckle.

How she wanted more than this. A real experience. Maybe she could die happily. What guarantee was there that they'd get out of this place alive? None. Why not be practical? Why not lay with someone? Anyone? Maybe with her summon, but it only copied the things Weiss knew of. And there were parts that, to her mounting frustration, she'd not seen. Would it have even made a difference if she had?

When would empty, emotionless husk ever compete with the warm strength and hot breath of the inspiration?

The steady rise, faster now. She almost bucked into it. Gasping, gasping, almost torn for breath. How she wanted it. Wanted him. Was this what it felt like to be in love? Did she love him? Was this the grand tale of two people, confused for their feelings and trapped in hell on Remnant, reconciling their feelings toward an ending of togetherness? At the moment, it seemed so. He and her together, laying, sleeping, kissing, him inside her. Seemed like the happiness she'd always wanted. Felt like everything she could ever need.

Weiss craned back her neck, put a hand over her mouth, let out a peal of pleasure as tittling wave rocked her from spine to rear. Bucked against fingers, that last push giving her sweet release. The stupid fantasy that they'd released together, that he was on top of her, that he was saying, "I love you." Felt so real.

Then, as always, the feelings passed, the excitement and need had dwindled. Satisfied, temporarily. Only now she felt guilty again.

Guilty and disgusting.

"Fucking… fuck!"

Jaune didn't drop the f-bomb much, Yang realized. But twenty minutes into their exercise session and she'd already counted thirty of them.

He snarled as he pushed himself up. Up to ten push-ups now, and his forehead was already matted with sweat. The scorching heat was probably a bigger contribution than she thought, but Jaune's simmering irritation had burst into a raging hurricane that Yang admittedly had some fun watching.

If he was as frustrated as she was, there was a good place to channel that power.

"Come on, you've got it," Yang said, doing one-armed push-ups on her own. It was a bit of an unfair taunt, but damn it if it didn't get Jaune motivated. "Try harder, Jaune."

"I… am!" she griped, arms visibly trembling, eyes squeezed shut. She wanted to tell him to stop. He was only putting himself in more pain and his strength would come back in time. But misery didn't make for good company, physical or otherwise.

And if she could get him to smile a little, then she wanted that too.

He eventually dropped, right on twenty-five. And he was squeezing at his biceps, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes like it was the worst pain imaginable. Yang rushed to help him sit up. "Hey, let's take a break."

"No, I want to go again."

You can go as many times as you want… Yang shook off the thought. Seemed like right on the cusp of getting there, everything he said was getting her excited. "Well, you need some kind of break. Take it from me. Torn muscles are a bitch to heal, even with aura."

"Are they? Never noticed." Jaune rolled his eyes saltily. He sat with his arms crossed, pouting like a punished child, glaring at the ground like it was his worst enemy. "I hate this. I hate being… useless."

"You aren't useless, Jaune. You're just weak right now."

"Same thing."

"If you were useless, I wouldn't waste my time on you. You can't do much right now, but you'll be a big help when you're at full strength again. Right?"

"I have to be," he grumbled. He probably didn't want her to hear that, so she ignored it.

They were relaxed near and off the offshoot ponds connected to the spring. On the other side of the cliff. Jaune had questioned this, exercising in the front was as good as anywhere else. But she'd made an excuse easy enough. Pyrrha wouldn't stand for him pushing himself, so best to stay out of sight. For one reason and another.

"Where's Pyrrha and Weiss?"

Off scouting together today, which was all of Yang's luck. Pyrrha had kept to her word and given her and Jaune space, seemed all too willing to get away. Weiss was much the same for some reason, hadn't said much waking up, hadn't said goodbye when leaving. Both of them just wanted to get the scouting started. They wouldn't be back for a few hours.

If this wasn't the gods giving her an opening, she didn't know what was.

"Will they be okay?" Jaune asked.

"They're tough. I don't think they need you to be their knight in shining armor."

"I know, but… that doesn't mean I don't get scared. What if they need us?"

"You need to trust that they're strong enough to take care of themselves." Yang said, "And take care of you."

Jaune frowned but had to resign to that. "You're right."

"I generally am."

"So humble."

They laughed a bit, and Yang felt her chest warm. She wondered if this might be enough for her, just having alone time enough to talk to him. Like a date. That was just as good as having sex, right? What did she want to bed him for if not because of this? Because of how he smiled at her, how he looked at her. For what reason, if not those?

But you didn't get what you wanted by being half-hearted.

She scooted closer to him, hooked her arm into his. Made sure his forearms pressed against her breast. To her surprise he didn't flinch, just looked at her. "I'm sweaty. You might glue us together."

"Worth the risk. Might not be so bad, being glued to you."

"O… kay." He gave a weak smile. His eyes darted a bit, she caught him looking down, just for a second. Respectful enough not to linger, but not so much that he didn't sneak a glance.

They sat in silence for a while, and Yang just enjoyed his warmth. Let out a breath every once in a while. Hard to say what she was supposed to do now. She'd messed around with boys before, but they were all usually eager, initiative, even if she had been relatively dominant in their exchanges. She couldn't feel out what Jaune would be like. And it was as surprising as it was patience-grinding that he wasn't showing much initiative. Maybe he was just nervous—having sex once or even multiple times didn't exactly cure that, at least not with different partners.

She didn't expect this to be an amazing first go. But a start. And starts could be messy, underwhelming. It had been for her first time.

But at least this was with someone she really wanted. Not just found attractive enough.

She leaned closer to him, kept the arm she had close, and put the other on his chest. Jaune's blue eyes found her again, and she smiled as she slowly, deliberately, closed the distance between them. So close now that she could feel his breath when he said, "Yang, what are you—"

"You know exactly what I'm doing." Yang said right then, her hand sliding down to just below his chest, "I know you're not that dense, Jaune."

His Adam's apple moved up as he swallowed. A hard swallow. His heart was already furious, she could feel it, and his body temperature seemed to match. Rising and rising like he was about to catch fire. Made the outside heat seem insignificant somehow. "But…" he stammered, "This… we can't."

Oh they could, he wanted to, she could feel it. Her hand slid down to his stomach, shifted under his shirt and he shivered. "Why not?" she dared.

"Because I… don't have a condom…" he finished lamely.

Yang chuckled. Just like him to say such a thing. Normally that might be a mood killer, but if there was one thing she liked about him, it was how honest he was. "I'm sure a swordsman like you has plenty of experience pulling out at the critical moment. I wouldn't…" her lips brushed his. "Worry about it." her hand snaked lower. "Too much."

Jaune snatched her wrist, stopped her before she could continue. Their lips so dangerously close that Yang felt once she crossed that line, she may never stop. Maybe Jaune felt the same. "I don't want to hurt you, Yang."

Oh on the contrary, if he could make it hurt a little, she'd be all for it. "You'll find that my body doesn't break that easily."

"No one's body breaks easily," Jaune said, his eyes lowered. "Its everything inside that does."

Maybe that was true, but what did it matter at this point? She could feel him getting hard, her fingers wrapped gently around him. He let out a little grunt, cute in its own way. And he was so very, very warm. She moved him, up and down, up and down, a little squeeze there, a slightly sharp jolt. He was a harp to her, letting out that sweet husky gasp that she'd fantasized about for so long, and somehow made it sound better than she could have imagined.

She squeaked as hands fastened around her ass, yanking her close, fingers threatening to dig into the skin. Suddenly she was on her knees, looking down at him, using her other hand to cup his cheek, and she could see how he wanted to lean into it. "Yang, please…"

But she didn't want to talk anymore, she brought her lips closer than ever and whispered, "Shut up, and fuck me."

She'd thought that was her moment to go, but Jaune was faster. Their lips crashed like they'd been long denied, his hot breath pouring into her mouth, grunting fury like he'd been caged for years and finally allowed a release. She had a hard time keeping up, abandoning his cock altogether so she could grasp his face and push back on him.

She didn't know if it was her strength or his willingness or some combination of the two. But Jaune was on his back and she crawled on top of him, was careful not to straddle his waist, and moved just a little higher. They broke for breath, breathing hard, but it wasn't long before they were sucking lips again. Endlessly sweet, bad breath both, and entirely ignorable.

Jaune was at her jacket now. The buttons snapped apart, and Yang was sure she heard one plink into the water. She thought he might go at her chest, but instead pushed her up, and without saying anything, convinced her to shrug her jacket off. Didn't stop there, he was already pulling up her shirt, and Yang took it by the bottom and yanked it off, moving away temporarily so Jaune could pull off his.

Glistening skin, dabbed with sweat. Muscle and scars all, like he was an elaborate sculpture, eaten at by the passage of time, but not yet broken. He was on top of her now, the grass poked at her bare back, and they were kissing once more. Jaune wasted no time hooking a thumb in her waistband, slowly pulling off her shorts, dragging his boots off with his feet. Seamless, like he'd had the practice and taken notes. Her boots were gone too, and she wasn't sure when, and she didn't care either.

His belt thrashed like a snake cut in half as he snatched at it. "Fuck." she grunted, the damn thing just not coming loose. Seemed Jaune was having a similar problem with the back of her bra. Avoiding it entirely by pulling the bra cups down. He spread his legs around her, let her finally break the buckle apart, and yanked the bastard out like a loose piece of string, tossed it away with all her might. The reward for her efforts? Jaune abandoned her lips, and she missed it for all about a second.

Then he was kissing her neck.

What did they look like to the animals, or the plants, or the Grimm if they were watching? Like two strange, unfathomable creatures rolling around naked. Shame, they might think. Disgusting, perhaps. Who the hell cared? The world could be watching and she couldn't give even an ounce of a shit. And apparently, neither did Jaune.

His right hand eager. Down from her chest, brushing her stomach, slipping between her reluctant legs, hard suck on her clavicle to convince her to spread her legs. Back-arching heat as fingers slipped inside, kneading at her, wet sounds reaching her ears. It made the popping of Jaune's lips against her neck all the louder, like he'd had a taste and it wasn't enough. His other hand on her breast, cupping, rubbing, finger-tickling her nipple.

"Come on, fuck me." she gasped.

"Say please," he grunted. Oh, damn him, damn him straight to hell.

"Please," she begged. He could have teased her more, held back longer, she might have begged more if that's what he liked. But he didn't keep her waiting.

His strong arms coiled around her like the grip of an anaconda, so powerful even though she was stronger than him by leagues. Especially now of all times. But right now, it felt like she was nothing in his arms, wanting to be a stick easily snapped by him, knowing he never would. She secured her arms around him, their chests pressed damn near to fusing, like his whole body might swallow her. Then, the touch. The break in the gap. The hard warm fill.

Back and forth, in and out. Slow, wet, warm, patient. Went from desperate to slow, and Yang melted to his kiss. Warmed to it, brought her legs up and clasped them around his waist.

Then, animalism. Furious barbarism. Both of them a clumsy, gasping, rhythmless mess at the start. Then he found his beat and she let him know that by digging her fingers into his back, nails scraping at the scar. He bucked, she jerked in tandem. Shooting pleasure, wet slap after wet slap, and she could feel him grunting in her mouth, felt herself moaning back, urging him not to stop.

This was what love felt like. Had to be. The moment their lips parted, she tried to say it, "I-I love—" he was kissing her again, moaning something in her mouth. "Ra…" she guessed.

Building, building, Yang tensed up, hugged Jaune even tighter. Broke from their kiss so she could bury her cheek into the crook of his neck, moaning and gasping. She felt she might fall apart, break into uncontrollable shakes, but she held as close to him as she could, eyes squeezed shut. She loved him. Oh, she loved him with all her heart. If she could have no one else, she wanted him. Could feel his feelings for her, long changed from their first kiss. Why else would there be such passion?

"Ra…" Jaune grunted again.

Her body shook with an overwhelming feeling. Like a river beating at the walls of a dam. Cracks, leaks, threatening to burst through. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum." Her vision swam, he fingers dug into his back like claws. She loved him. Loved him more than anything. She arched her back and let go all restraint and said...

"Pyrrha…" Jaune shuddered. And something hot spilled inside.

Yang Xiao Long's body did not break easily.

Her heart, however, was a different case entirely.

Alright, Ima level with you guys right now. I hate sex scenes, I hate reading them, I hate watching them, and I just in generally dislike smut in many of its forms. I read a story for the story. And the few sex scene I don't hate, usually forward the plot in some way and aren't just titillating for the sake of it.

But I can't become a better writer if I don't at least try to write one, and thankfully I've been reading a series that does a good job with sex scenes in making them engaging and important for the plot. With this chapter, I may need to bump up the story rating, so just letting yall know. I'm sorry if you dislike sex scenes and I'm completely fine with you skipping this chapter or just giving it a quick once-over. But I decided to break out of my comfort zone and try it, at least.

Also I shut down my fan support account, I've decided I'm not comfortable taking money, that's just no who I am. But my job is loosening up on me so I'm not as stressed as I was before, so now I can write more freely. As a result, you will still get updates like normal. Anyway, I hope yall enjoyed this chapter and I'll see you in the next one.

ISA