Chapter 62: Rondo alla turca

Coming up with titles for these related to dance music and the movements is kind of fun.

Sienna gazed at the large mirror in front of her, looking at the dress that she had pulled from the closet, the sound of several of the White Fang goons that she'd had cleaning up the apartment making her feel a little nervous, her dark skin and the tattoos marking her as someone special, someone who didn't fear pain. The beads and the very thin and fragile-looking silk were of course something that was more ornamental than functional, the colours of the bead indicating whether she was single or not, as well as her hierarchical position.

Kali wore something similar for feast days, and there definitely had been a veil included as well, but Sienna didn't think too much about that, as she began to let the burning inside her slowly wave out, pulling the dress on and turning herself around, an uncertain look in the mirror, testing her reflection against the side. Her body shuddered a little at the sight of her looking as statuesque as she was, her body trembling a little with every moment she stared at herself, dressed like the average Menagerian feast-day reveler. With the feeling of soft silk against her skin, compared to the cooler climate of Vale, it was like she had been home in Menagerie again.

'Would he like it?'

She would have to get him one, since he was the Prime, knowing that he was eligible to bring the official cloth adornment for the Prime, with the rankings only updating once a challenge had been leveled. Ghira would massacre him, with his burly frame… Kali would undoubtedly want her to be somewhat more modest, especially with how Jaune reacted to them.

'Maybe… maybe I should act like-'

The thought was dark. She did not lower her head and pretend to be an s-word for a human, but the thought of him…

'Okay, control yourself…'

She needed a drink, she needed a dick, she needed time to plan. Having him lose it and make love to her with the ferocity of an animal was something that tingled at her brain, making her shudder at the thought. It was a moment that gave her pause, as she licked her lips.

'A bit that isn't so bad…'

She remembered where her weapon was, and then shed the dress, hanging it back. The veil she found after hanging the dress again, and quickly, she pulled her clothing on again, before she went for the bottle, taking another sip from it.

'Better do what I can…'

She would make sure that Jaune wouldn't be pulverized by Ghira. She'd fought the man, she'd known how serious he took his status, even if his leadership ability was below her standards.

'I should… oh, Willow was going to be having Jaune around today, right?'

That meant there'd be no penis for her. She glanced at the bedside table, and then decided that a dildo would do well for today… as soon as the mooks were shoved out of the apartment and she'd declared a halt to her being bothered.

A good evening after taking the edge off, a movie or something, and no White Fang business to bother her right now.

'Hmm… I should play Saphocles' Sexual Odyssey… I'm overdue for some loving…'

That she knew the lead actresses was hot.

Jaune watched the lumbering bodyguard open the door for him, the man nodding his head, and he wondered whether Whitley was at his apartment or not. With Winter probably being around as well, given her earlier proposal, he wouldn't put money down on this being wholly undisturbed, but he'd take whatever battle he could win.

"Jaune!"

Speaking of Whitley, the young teenager appeared, wearing a set of clothing that Jaune hadn't expected of him. Dark red, rose-accented shirt and a leather jacket, with a set of sneakers and jeans that looked faded, stamped with several rose badges of metallic shine.

"Hey there, Whitley."

Whitley smiled, as Jaune watched how the youngest Schnee sibling strode with more confidence than he'd held before.

"How are things with her, Whitley?"

The blush on the young teen's cheeks was enough, as Jaune went for a hug, which Whitley reciprocated.

"Before I met her… before I met her, I thought I might've been gay."

Jaune had that sudden feeling of nervousness, as Whitley hugged him a little tighter.

"Now I know that I'm just Jaunesexual. Jaune… I want you to be my boyfriend."

He stiffened immediately, freezing up, and he could see that Whitley was holding on tightly, one of the doors opening and Winter emerging from her apartment, wearing her Specialist uniform, stopping at the sight of the two of them hugging. Whitley was creeping Jaune out a little, knowing that Whitley wasn't likle this, all the time, a soft groan coming from his mouth as he tried to wiggle free.

"Whitley, I'm… I'm flattered, but… But I'm already with Sienna. I'm-"

Winter approached and Whitley let go of him, looking at him.

"Don't worry, we can marry too."

Jaune wasn't going to marry a man. He wasn't into men. He wasn't going to be screwing any men, least of all someone who was underage.

"Jaune, have you reconsidered? I am summoned by the General, but if you have some time, I'd like to go on a date."

Whitley's arm grabbed his own, as Whitley gave his smuggest look.

"He's going on a date with me, Winter. That girl that Weiss was upset about? That was me. Jaune is… He dresses me like a girl and then, then I'm… What I should have been."

Winter looked mortified, as Willow entered from the bedroom, having caught the last part. Willow was wearing a suit, obviously having had some business engagement earlier in the day, wearing a set of gloves that looked well-fitting to her hands, white in colour, with the Schnee emblem on the back.

"Yes, catching the two of you in bed together was the highlight of my day, Whitley… Or night."

The sarcasm went over Winter's head, as the mother and the daughter shared a look, as Winter grabbed her top and pulled it open, exposing cleavage. Jaune tried not to look too hard, knowing that Willow was there.

"Then we'll have to make you straight-er. Don't worry, even if my little brother has seduced you, we can make you right again! Young Marigold became a girl too, but I will not- I will not fail you."

Winter sounded serious, as Whitley let go of his arm, whilst Winter was still presenting her breasts. Willow didn't seem to look very amused with her daughter's open propositioning, Willow's expression slightly more wicked as time seemed to go on.

"I was just joking, sister. Jaune came over to meet with me, after he rescued me. We are friends. My girlfriend will be waiting for me to go out on a date with her soon."

Winter heaved a sigh of relief, as Jaune realized that he wasn't going to be threatened with having to stray from his girlfriends. Willow made a clicking sound with her tongue, drawing attention to herself, as her daughter and son looked at her.

"Mister Arc, I trust you are well?"

Willow had approached suddenly, laying a hand on his chest, looking at her daughter with a challenging look in her eyes, as she slid the fingers over his shirt.

"I'm eh… doing well, I'm… how are you?'

Willow's teasing smile was sweet, as she turned to her daughter.

"Winter, dear. You should be going to your General… Do tell him that I will be unavailable for dinner tonight, should he have the bold idea of such a thing. Mister Arc? Do… seat yourself. Whitley? Sit. We must talk about boundaries. If Winter did not have such pressing engagements with her work, I would give her a lecture as well, but alas…"

Winter obeyed her mother, and Jaune watched how she seemed to nearly escape for some reason, as Willow motioned for him to sit down, her gaze looking at him with an interest, as her tongue slid over her lips slowly.

"I am disappointed, Whitley… Teasing your sister like that."

The door shut, as Whitley's expression darkened a little, Willow's tone stricter than Jaune had heard it.

"I'm sorry, I heard her coming earlier, and when I saw him I wanted to- to help out. You're…"

Willow's smile was maternal, as she sighed.

"I didn't expect Jaune to be here this early… Jaune, would you be so kind as to wait for me to have finished my shower, please? There are a few things we must go over, in order to ensure that Sienna will not be too rabid…"

Her body was mature, her gaze was sultry and with that heat in those sweet eyes, as he watched her rise from her seat, Whitley motioned to get up, and his gaze following her as she pulled the jacket off, throwing it on the seat that she'd just vacated, the buttons around her chest straining a little, as Willow's tongue flicked over her lips, Whitley turning his head to his mother.

"I'm… Do have fun, I'm-"

The door burst open and Ruby appeared.

"Whitley! Oh my gosh, we should get going! I was doing my makeup, Yang was crying in her bed about something and-"

Ruby noticed him and Willow, Willow straightening herself out, raising a delicate eyebrow at the excited Ruby, who seemed to have halted midsentence as she looked at him, Jaune feeling worried for Yang all of a sudden, after the talk seemed to have left its mark.

"Oh, Jaune! You're- Ah, Whitley? Do you think we can-"

Whitley smiled at his girlfriend, before he pointed at him.

"He's going to take my last virginity…"

Ruby's eyes went wide, as Willow's face changed a little to annoyance.

"But I wanted to go first! He's cute, and we're making a movie together!"

Jaune's expression mirrored Willow's in incredulity, as Whitley moved closer to him.

"He'll be my daddy, and mother will be happy with him. Enjoy your date, mother."

Willow's expression still changed little, as she let her hair down, her expression darkly amused, with her fingers threading through her hair as Whitley's hand was grabbed and then the two disappeared in a burst of petals, rose-petals left behind, Willow sighing softly, as she strode towards the bedroom.

"Do keep yourself seated… I will be just a moment."

He wasn't getting up anyways, as he watched her move to the bedroom, the door closing behind her. He could wait, since she wanted to meet with him.

'He's too early!'

She had been working, and time had been something that she'd calculated into her work time, knowing that Jaune was coming to be with her. He didn't know her plans, but he trusted her, as she entered her bedroom, kicking her heels off, letting them land near the shoe rack, not caring for the propriety or the properness. She smelled of sweat and cigars, unwomanly, like she should.

Her gaze fell onto the mirror, seeing the disheveled mess that she was, her hair loose and looking like some everyday common whore, whilst her blouse had sweat stains on it from the weather, unusual warmth making it stick.

'He must be disgusted with me.'

He wouldn't be disgusted with her, she mentally reminded herself, but that was a hard thought to banish as she shed the blouse, pushing her bra's clasp up and then pulling the garment off her. It was sadly a cage for her round breasts, the teasing from her son and his girlfriend still something that rumbled like an avalanche through her mind.

The Ruby girl had mentioned a movie, and Whitley had called him daddy… that would mean that they'd marry, which definitely was Willow's intention. Whitley approved of Jaune, Weiss and Winter were competition… but they'd understand her reasoning for keeping silent. Why would her daughters, both not very collected individuals, if Winter's track record with engaging in casual contact with her man, and Weiss' uppity bratty behaviour were any sign, as they'd not be able to keep secrets.

Winter would be married off to whoever would be able to ensure the General's power to swell, the man acting like he knew best, with the facade of 'caring', just like her former husband. Jaune did not act like that, and that was why she approved of his actions so much. Killing her husband and making himself to be the focus of a Faunus ritualistic societal tradition, being with her and loving her…

'I want to look good.'

She stepped under the freezing cold shower, a shock going through her body at the coolness of the water as she let it wash her down, the sweat droplets washed away, her hands going through her hair, as the coolness of her skin continued to seep into her body, her eyes opening and seeing Glyphs around her. She manifested a glyph above her head, the water gathering between the glyph and then pouring down on her in one spray.

It was all to prepare herself for him, as she rubbed the creams into her skin, smoothening her skin for him, the body scrub rough against her skin, as she rubbed it off with a sponge, the smell of her favourite body cream in the air, as she let her gaze linger on the knobs, her fingers tracing over the small muscles on her stomach, flexing them lightly.

'I'm not getting fat, am I?'

She'd hate to have him dislike her for being too fat, knowing that she was older than he was, with the unwanted feeling suddenly rising in her chest. Would he want someone like Sienna, who was more fertile? Would he want someone he could have children with, and throw her away after that?

'Would he be able to cherish me, even with the others trying to make him love them too?'

The nervousness and the hesitation didn't stop for one bit, as she shuddered a little at the thought of being jilted, abandoned, treated like someone who didn't deserve Jaune Arc's love, who was less than beloved.

She didn't know why, but she realized that she was nearly sobbing, uncertainty, after all that time, after all the stress that she'd accumulated.

That night, before he had made Jacques disappear in smoke and ashes, she had wanted him, she'd needed him to be there with her, and now that she had him with her, it was only the thundering crash of water against her skin that blunted the sensations that she felt, as she trembled a little at the thought of loving again, of being with him. She was a mother of three children, one boy interested in him as a father, whilst her daughters saw him as more of a boyfriend or even husband material.

She wasn't a young woman, just striking out into the world, someone who was able to be there to grow old with him, her body changed, but her mind still the same. She knew that she was attractive, that much had always stuck with her, knowing the chains of marriage at the time, and now with her recent singlehood, her body shuddering a little at the thought of not having him with her.

'I can do this, I can do this… he's a young man, he's got Sienna, he's…'

He had Sienna. Sienna was near thirty, Sienna didn't have the baggage of children that wanted to fuck their stepfather, nor the problems of having to deal with errant suitors due to how Faunus society was structured. A simpler society, where there was strength and there was something that accounted for the actions of the members of the whole.

Sienna had found love, but had Willow Schnee? Had Willow Schnee not held such a delusion about what her worth was, to now go and be with a young man? Was she worth the love of Jaune Arc, a young man who didn't stop to think about the consequences of his actions?

She felt the water wash away every impurity, as the Glyph dissipated with her will no longer powering it, her hands rubbing the shampoo into her hair. She could at least do a very good job of making him happy. Men were uncomplicated, they did not play the games that women did to each other, to one-up each other.

The flesh that she had on display, a set of teats that had been nursing the children that now clamoured for their mother's attention and blessing, was still pristine. She had been with her late husband the night before his death, and it had been something that she had reviled, as there was no love, no cherishing of her body.

'I can do this… I can do this, he's a young man.'

He's a young man and she was an older woman. Now, she had the freedom to choose her husband, the man who would be having the Willow Schnee be his Gods-given wife.

He was a young man who had the power to shut off the sun in her world and make it into a hell of darkness, as her heart beat faster and faster at the thought of him loving her, of being the woman that he cherished above all others, save for his girlfriend and her occasional nemesis in the arena of politicking and business.

She emerged from the shower, looking at her reflection in the mirror, taking a deep breath and then gazing into her own blue eyes, her deep breath making a shudder go through her lower body, awareness of how she looked. Perfect pale skin, her hair loose and falling down to her chest, fully unbound now, the crowns of her nipples standing erect, her fingers touching over the mounds, contrasting Sienna's own rather meagre chest.

'I've got breasts, larger than she has.'

Sienna's would grow once a child had been given birth to, a little. Her own cup size had grown a little when she had given birth to Winter, all those years ago. She had been older than he was now.

'It's unfair…'

She looked at the bottle that stood on the bedside table, the seal untouched. Her body trembled, watching the liquid within, calling her name, begging her for a little sip, to ease the nerves, the jitters and the hesitation. I would be so easy to take a sip and to feel that control over herself return, that buzz that made her body feel tingly and warm.

'It's so unfair…'

A little sip, as she walked to the bottle, knowing that it had been a gift that she hadn't put away yet, that had been put there absentmindedly by herself earlier, because she was going to put it somewhere out of sight, to be used as a gift for someone who did drink.

"What am I doing?"

Her voice was quiet, as she looked at her reflection in the mirror, seeing a woman who looked half her age there, facial features twisted in a tormented manner, her cheeks having a trail of wetness on them that she refused to believe were tears.

'I have to look good for him, I have to… He's here to feel good, we're going to… we're going to have such fun.'

The feeling in her chest, clenching and squeezing, burning and tensing, was something that she couldn't stop, her body trembling a little at the feeling that came with such need, as she stared at her reflection. She wasn't confident right now, not in control.

Her man was in the other room, waiting for her. She had made the mistake of assuming that he wouldn't be a little early, and she was paying for it. He was there and she had the opportunity. The bravado that she had mustered when he'd been unable to move was now gone, as she realized suddenly that she'd been wasting time, her glance at the clock in the room telling her that she'd wasted nearly half an hour.

'What will he think of you, when you let him wait? Sienna never lets him wait, she's never uncertain of anything!'

It was girlish worries about a boy she liked, about a boy who was the same age as her son, a feeling of being like a girl who was to meet the destined partner surging inside her. Now, with this freedom, with nothing on her schedule that could distract her, there was that nervousness that didn't make her freeze up, her body shivering a little as if it were cold, her eyes watching her expression, before she went to the dresser and pulled out the set of lingerie that she'd found for their first time, for the first time that she'd willingly sleep with a man again.

As she pulled the brassiere a little tighter around her full breasts, slipping into the underwear and tightening the bra, she looked into the mirror, looking at herself. An old woman trying to look like she was young, like she was a seductive vixen that would be able to bed her man with a whisper and a kiss.

'You're disgusting… Winter would have better chances than you do, she's still young.'

Sienna was only six or seven years older than Winter, and Willow was a whole two decades older. It was something that would put shame in the heart of any woman to even consider, and she raised the bottle to her lips, though she didn't know where she got it from.

'A little sip for confidence… a bit of confidence, he'll like the confidence, men like it when women want them, right? Sienna loves him, I love him, a little sip won't be-'

The taste hit her then and she coughed, realizing that she'd just drank a sip. The desire to keep on drinking, to build up that confidence and to make him feel that wonderful sensation of sex with her was stronger than she'd like. It was a sweet sip of something that burned like a flame to her lips, and she dropped the bottle, it landing on her foot.

'Fuck.'

Her actual verbal response was something a lot more vicious, a curse that most miners would remember to mean something like 'your mother's a whore and you are the child of the dog'. Not polite in the slightest, but her foot hurt.

The door opened and Jaune entered.

"Are you okay?"

He would do that for her. He'd do that for her and she'd feel embarrassed, as she groaned, holding her foot, the bottle making a stain.

"Is it okay? Here, let me-"

Warmth washed over her as all the pain evaporated and she shuddered at the feeling of the heat wrapping around her. Things felt right for the first time in history, the blood inside her body slowly starting to flow again from the shock, as she was still mostly naked, in her lingerie for the man that she wanted to woo. She was a mess, a horrible mess that didn't want to get intimate right now, not feeling like she was worth it.

She couldn't stop feeling like she was wrong, as she turned her face to him, seeing the blue eyes peer at him and his hand brush over her cheek, wiping away an old woman's tears.

"It's okay… The pain should have gone away by now. I'll-"

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss.

He tasted like salt and hope, wishes and dreams.

She felt safe and content, for the first time.

He didn't expect the kiss, as she slid her fingers into place, and then pressed her lips against his. She'd dropped a bottle of liquor, undoubtedly a gift, if he remembered the wrapper, something that she must've brought home from the meeting she'd had earlier.

He watched her as she lingered. He knew that she wouldn't be drinking again, that she'd stay sober, just like how she promised, pulling away.

"You're beautiful."

She was, moreso than her daughter. Where Winter seemed to have inherited the boldness and audacity of her father, Willow was all grace, style and eroticism.

"You are too."

Smut. Censored by the almighty censors.

A scroll rang. Willow shifted her head to the right, to where her Scroll laid, feeling how his tongue was still busy, leaning over and repelling the Scroll off her nightstand to herself, catching it with a Glyph. A handy trick, as she answered the call.

"Yes?"

Sable Arc's face on the screen looked apologetic.

"The monthly reports are a day late, Mrs Schnee. You wanted them in your mail by the evening, but it will be a little while longer whilst I arrange for the reports to be tallied and then compiled into a readable format. I'm really sorry about this."

The annoyance at inefficiency of those working below her shot through her, as she looked at the woman, her body already feeling like it was going to continue with that sensual dance after this call was handled.

"I trust in your expertise, Miss Arc. A day late is still acceptable. Have a pleasant afternoon."

The call was shut off a moment later, as she looked down at the man who was going to be hers.

"I'll continue now."

She smiled smugly.

"Schnee to it that you do."

Her eyes closed with the feeling of him continuing.

There was smut here.

"P-please? Love me, love m-"

The shrill beep of another call on her Scroll, as she looked angrily at the Scroll, and then had it pushed to her with a Glyph, Jaune catching it and handing it to her, Willow's expression rather fierce, as she looked at the caller.

"Yes, Miss Arc? If this is about the reports, that can wait, can't it?"

Sable was interrupting her brother's 'make love to his woman' time, a rare occasion for her, as she looked at the blonde woman on the screen.

"No, I- eh, General Ironwood is calling, and he-"

Willow's expression turned darker, as she felt the bile rise in her throat.

"Tell him that I'll call him at a more opportune time. Now, please, do not interrupt me."

She shut the call off brusquely and then put the Scroll on mute, putting it onto the table next to the bed before she turned to him.

"Mister Arc, now that there will be no more interruptions or intrusions or anything of the sort, please proceed to make love to me."

She noticed that her Scroll was getting another call, but she ignored it. If anyone wanted to get her attention, they'd better do it after she'd gotten what she needed!

This was getting ludicrous!

"It's okay, Willow. It's okay. I'll never leave you."

It would crush some people's hearts, but he wasn't going to abandon someone who needed him. Willow kissed him, her lips pressed tight against his own, as he felt her lightly push him off her.

"I should… You should shower. I'm-"

A hesitant look was shot at him, as he got up, pulling her up in a princess carry. He carried her into the bathroom and then into the shower, turning the knob and letting the water cascade over the two of them, brushing his hands through her hair, and Willow's face showed that deep womanly love that she felt for him. Unlike Sienna, she had been pent up and wound up by her insecurities, no doubt.

"I'll stay with you."

She smiled softly, as she kissed him again, soft and very light on his cheek.

"You will. I'll… I'll fetch one of the suits."

'The suits?'

He wasn't sure what she meant with that, but she departed from the shower.

"Wash yourself. Dirty men who make old women like me feel like I'm twenty again need to be clean."

Her teasing tone was light, as she left, stepping back into the bedroom.

She walked purposefully to the dresser, where the tailored suit had been prepared. It had been something that she'd invested time in, just to make sure that he would have something to wear. Her husband had left many suits. A dead man's clothing bore no stain, but it showed clearly whose man he was.

'The irony… Dressing my man in the clothes of the man he slew.'

Natural causes had been the least of her suspicions personally. He was a fool.

She laid the suit out, looking at it. The tie would finish the whole thing, since she'd literally ripped his clothes off.

'Well… I suppose I was a tad hasty.'

She hadn't been someone who had been modest in her needs, as she heard the shower run, and the door opened.

"Mother?"

Weiss' light voice came from the door opening and Willow felt her heart sink just a little, as her eyes caught sight of Weiss standing there, her clothes demure and not all that flashy, dark greys and light colours, not clashing with each other.

"Yes, dear?"

Weiss looked at her and then took a deep breath.

She took another one a little later.

"Winter wants to marry the boy I like."

'I want to marry the boy you two like.'

She was pretty sure that Jaune probably would get the hint that he should remain out of sight, as her eyes went to the shower. Weiss seemed not to have noticed, as she continued.

"It's…. It's not fair, mama."

Willow knew that life wasn't fair. She knew that life was a whore, a bitch and a viper, ready to crush whatever happiness you had.

"It's never fair, sweetheart. It's never going to be an easy battle, if you love a man who is like Jaune Arc."

Weiss looked at her with that owlish look, clearly not convinced.

"B-but I hope you and General Ironwood will have-"

A soft hiss, as she gave her daughter a sharp glare.

"I am already with someone, Weiss. Someone I met, before you went to Beacon."

She would steel herself. There would be no mistakes. Weiss looked down at the ground, nodding softly.

"I… I guess, Mother. Is he… is he a nice man?"

She certainly thought so.

"He is. Weiss, sweetheart? Could you wait outside for a bit? He's in the shower."

Her daughter coloured, as she got up hurriedly, making a small excuse, before she left, leaving Willow to hear the shower stop and seeing him emerge. A sexy man, to her eyes, as the scars on his body stood out. Marks from where he'd been cut on the neck, the Lichtenberg marks on his body still remaining faintly as white markings, as he looked at the suit.

"Are you seriously putting me in that suit? Wasn't that…"

She shushed him.

"My husband's suit, yes. I had it resized to better fit you. I would like to show my man off."

He looked adorably confused, like he just needed some more time to adjust to the fact that he was going to be Jaune Schnee… though she supposed that she might take his name as well.

'I wonder if it'll be Sienna Arc or Sienna Khan-Arc? I should ask.'

"But I'm-"

Willow firmed her heart as she took a deep breath.

"We're going out with our relationship, to Weiss. I refuse to let my daughters think that they've got a chance with you outside of some birthday gift or something."

The adorable expression turned more adorable.

"Birthday gif- what?"

She'd have to house-train him a little… It would be such a shame if he had little manners, but she knew that he loved her, rubbing over her stomach.

"Nothing too important, Jaune… My husband will be given the best of the best."

She strode out of her bedroom, finding her daughter looking at the Scroll, and then took a deep breath, sitting down next to her.

"I want you to relax. Don't get upset. Don't think that Mama wants to hurt you."

Weiss was surprised. Willow could understand that, as the bodyguard returned, silent and stoic.

"Ma'am, there are several parcels for you in the receiving room, please inspect them after you have dealt with your personal time."

Weiss was distracted by the man, who had the uncanny ability to be very quiet whilst he moved, a good move for a bodyguard, she supposed.

"Thank you, I will look at them when the day looks a little brighter. I will…"

The door opened and Jaune came wandering in, Weiss opening her mouth, whatever she was going to say dying on her lips as things seemed to click, taking a deep breath and then exhaling, looking up to the ceiling.

"Hello, Weiss."

The suit looked rather charming, especially with the SDC markings on the side. Weiss swallowed a few times, taking deep breaths, and Willow could see tears.

"Mother… mother told me about her feelings. F-for you."

Weiss was dealing with it well, and Willow wondered whether Winter would take it just as well, as she rubbed Weiss' shoulders.

"It's not fair. It's not fair at all."

Jaune would be stupid enough to give her daughter hope that there would be a chance for her later.

"He's the man I love, Weiss. I'm sorry."

Weiss nodded, and she hugged her mother tightly, Willow feeling the closeness.

"It's not fair."

That it may not be. Willow found herself not quite caring.

"Winter will be upset too."

Winter would grow a little by getting disappointed. She'd have to enforce some Atlesian law or something to get her daughter out of the claws of that mechanical robot man… She didn't trust General James Ironwood as far as his eyelashes. There was something wrong with the man.

"Don't tell her. I'll do whatever I need to spring her free. She needs to have authority over her own life, even if the military wishes to use her for our connections."

Weiss looked down at her hands, pouting like a little girl again.

"Jaune can't take aim and just unload a whole volley of Dust bullets on the General, can he?"

Jaune had the ability to look adorable no matter what he did, and she wondered whether there was more to be done after he'd done just that. A man who was willing to kill for his lover was definitely getting bonus points.

"Well, if it comes to that, we'll simply have to arrange for an accident."

A faulty load of Dust crystals for the General's personal craft with a manual ignition, primed and ready to create an industrial accident. Technology hadn't really been frozen since the first dust plane had taken to the skies, after all.

It was a little tragic, she supposed, but Jaune and her daughter were giving her looks of disbelief at her own suggestion of murder.

"You hang around Sienna too much."

Willow was reminded of the little vial with the liquid in it. That might be fun to have.

"You're going to be visiting me again tomorrow. I am owed more love."

She spoke imperiously, and her daughter made a choked sound.

"Mother!"

Willow frowned at her daughter.

"Your father was not satisfying me in bed, Weiss. I am picking a man who can at least give me three to four orgasms. Per hour."

Jaune looked surprised, but Willow was being blunt about it. If her daughter held any illusions that she'd be in the running after this, then there was no reason for Willow Schnee to hold back. She did not let some teenage girl steal her man away.

"But-!"

Weiss looked like she'd object, and Willow looked at the man she loved.

"No. I don't care about your objections. Winter will be dealt with later, since her bratty behavior just reflects badly on me."

She was not going to have the problem of a daughter who thought that she could outdo her mother in the art of seduction! Weiss would learn to understand that.

"Ah… I'm… mother?"

Willow smiled, and she motioned for Jaune to come closer.

"I… I hope you're happy."

She was very happy, wrapping her arms around her man possessively, Jaune leaning against her, like he should, his arms wrapping around her and she felt happiness go through her.

"He's my man, Weiss. He's my man."

She could be selfish for a while. She was rich.

"We need to have a talk about you acting like Sienna. I'm not a birthday gift."

Willow looked at him with an innocent expression on her face.

"Would I lie to you, Jaune? If they're good girls, they can get you for a birthday. Or a weekend."

Jaune looked like he'd say something about it, but Willow was watching her daughter's expression more than that of her lover.

"Yes, Weiss. You honestly can't think that I would not share him with my family? He's a huntsman, Weiss."

Weiss gave Jaune a wistful look, as Willow brushed her hand through his blonde hair. He was a handsome man, especially when he wore his suit like that, and he knew that she loved him.

"But-"

Willow kissed her man's lips, as she turned her gaze to Weiss, breaking the kiss and smiling at her daughter.

"But nothing, my dear."

Her voice was determined, as she got up, brushing her finger over Jaune's cheek before it slid down.

"He's the man I chose. He's the man who cared for me when I was drunk, who showed that he had balls."

The grip on said balls made the young man squeeze, and Sienna probably would have just whipped his manhood out without another word, but Willow had more class than that.

"I wanted to fuck him, Weiss. I wanted to show him what a woman would do to the man who saved her life. I wanted to fuck him so badly before he… before he saved me. He held me. He held me and told me that it wasn't going to be like that, that I was still your mother."

Jaune was making small sounds, but Willow didn't mind that, as she found it quite amusing, that feeling of control.

"And I won't let you two take him away from me. He will be your stepfather."

Weiss shrank in on herself again, as she looked at her with that heated expression barely fading, Jaune's expression turning redder, as she let go of his junk, her tongue sliding over her lips. She was getting excited again, and the thought about just doing a Sienna-Khan move right here and showing her daughter how a woman was willing to pleasure her man was… appealing.

"I… I'm sad, mom. I'm…"

Weiss looked like she wanted to cry, and Willow reached out to hug her daughter, Jaune making a sound in the back of her throat, as her motherly instincts rose once more. She hugged Weiss and then turned her head to Jaune, giving him a glance, a sympathetic look on his face.

"I'd best go. Weiss, I'm sorry."

Weiss had a bit of trouble responding, as Willow hugged her daughter, holding the child as a child should be held, even if she was seventeen.

"Have a pleasant evening, Jaune. I'll visit your family soon… after some arrangements for the Vytal Festival conclude."

Jaune returned home, feeling how it was different now, as he entered, catching the eye of his oldest sister Vivian, who was dialing something onto the weapon in her lap. The feeling was already starting to grow, as her expression changed.

"Oh, that looks fancy… Been with your girlfriend again, Jaune?"

He nodded, as he lightly tugged on the tie, surprised when it came off.

'Okay, a clip-on tie…'

"Well, I kind of made someone pretty upset."

Weiss hadn't been very happy, he knew. She'd been in Willow's arms, trying to keep her crying under control, and he resolved himself to send a message to Willow to inquire how things had gone.

'How are things with Weiss?'

The response took a while, as Willow undoubtedly had better things to worry about, as he saw six messages from Sienna, one inquiring about how things were with Willow, whilst three of them seemed to be about something else, and another…

'We're coming tomorrow to visit your mother. Expect us at ten. Kali wishes to meet your mother.'

'I think we should buy a cake or something…'

He'd need to inform mom that they'd be having more guests.

He glanced at Vivian, who had finished her tuneup of her weapon and was already pushing the final cylinder into her weapon, igniting the crystal to show the flame licking at the edge of the nozzle.

"Eh, Viv? Mom is in the kitchen, right?"

Vivian nodded, and he smiled.

"Alright…"

The last message was more ominous than the one before it.

'We need to talk about the final challenge. Ghira and Kali and myself against you.'

He saw his mother's back and he took a deep breath.

"Mom? We're… getting some Faunus guests tomorrow, along with Sienna."

His mother's head turned, quizzically looking at him, whilst Camellia, who currently was peeling the potatoes with her girlfriend, whose hair was now a beautiful shade of dark green mixed with sea blue.

"Oh, that's nice. They won't be doing anything weird, right?"

Jaune certainly hoped not.

"Not to my knowledge. It's the Chieftain of Menagerie and his wife, I don't think I will be- Sienna actually wants to become a part of the family, so I think they won't…"

A brief image of Ghira Belladonna declaring that due to some Faunus ritualistic stuff, he was to marry into the family came to mind and Jaune shuddered.

"They'll just be visiting. Ghira and Kali are married, so their position is still maintained. The only one you should be worried about is me."

Eve's voice came from behind him, and he felt her arms snake around his waist, pulling him close and licking his ears.

"I am not giving up."

Jaune gulped.

This was complicated stuff.

Smut stuff is on Archive, a la censorship prudish standards. People seem to dislike my work enough that that's still the mandated position, so yep... Go there for some Schnee loving.

I'm having some serious issues with my health… Yaaay. Nerves burning like hell isn't fun. I can't sit still for long stretches of time, so writing isn't really able to happen.

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