It wasn't the harsh rays of the morning sun filtering in through his window that woke Jaune up. Rather, it was the slight tickling sensation on the tip of his nose. Moving and twitching it did nothing to alleviate the sensation, and so he brought a hand up to scratch it. Said hand was intercepted by something else before it could even reach his nose. By somebody else.

When Jaune opened his eyes he was greeted immediately by the source of his nose's discomfort. A head of raven-black hair lay atop his chest, and mere centimeters away from his face. With each rise and fall of his chest that head moved, bringing it closer to him with every breath he took. It took a moment for his hazy and sleepy mind to become clear. To realize who she was. Why she was there. What had happened the previous night.

Pulling his head back and away from the sleeping girl who was coiled around his body, Jaune remembered everything. Miltia Malachite and he had fallen asleep in this position the previous night after... after having sex. It was a word in his mind that he was still struggling to comprehend. He, Jaune Arc, had had sex. With a beautiful girl no less. Not just beautiful. Stunningly beautiful. Someone who was way out of his league. A girl who had a body most guys could only dream about seeing, much less feeling. And feel her he had. He had felt every inch of her. He had felt inside and out of her. Just remembering the sensations he had felt last night caused his body to react accordingly. He couldn't blame it on what sometimes happened to guys in the morning.

Jaune was terrified. Petrified. He felt the warmth of Miltia's body as her bare flesh pressed up against his. He felt the paradoxically heaviness of her tiny and petite body lying halfway atop his. He did not want to move. He did not want to wake her. What could he do? What could he say? He had never done anything like this before. He had never been in this kind of position. What would he say when she woke up? What would she say? Would someone come out and say it was all a mistake? Would there be regret? Would Miltia say it had only been to make him feel better, but she was not interested in a relationship?

No. He knew how she felt about him. Melanie's words had been undeniably confirmed last night. A girl didn't make a move like this just because she wanted you to feel better about yourself. She cared for him. She had feelings for him. Why someone like her would fall for a guy like him, he didn't know. Why someone like him would fall for a girl like her, he didn't know either. Whenever he had dreamed about meeting and dating a girl, criminal enforcer was not the first description which came to mind.

But there was more to Miltia than that, wasn't there? Just like he had told Yang, there was another side to Miltia. A caring side. A shy side. One that wanted to know more about the comic books he had briefly shared with her. One that adorably struggled to work in the kitchen with him. One that loved chocolate almost as much as life itself. There was another side to Melanie as well, even if the other girl hid it better. Miltia, like Melanie, wasn't a bad person. She had been forced to deal with tragic circumstances in her young life. She had been raised with only one principle to guide her in her life - survive. Live at all costs. Do not let what happened to her parents happen to her or her twin sister. If that meant living at the expense of others... so be it.

It was selfish. Jaune wasn't deluded enough to deny that. However at the same time he also understood. Selfishness was a part of being human. Most people valued their own lives over those of others. It took a rare and special breed to put the lives of others ahead of themselves. Jaune was in reality no different. He may have once wanted to be a hero. A huntsman. A defender of humanity. But at the end of the day he had fought tooth and nail to stay alive in his battles against the White Fang. He had taken another life in order to preserve his. At his core, just like with nearly every other person in the world, he had decided to live at any cost. Therefore he could never blame those two girls for doing the same.

His thoughts drifted back to Miltia as he watched her sleep. He could feel that his heart rate had increased since becoming aware of the sleeping girl at his side. She was warm. So warm. So tiny and delicate. Jaune recalled how easily he could wrap his thumb and finger around her slender wrists. How could someone so small have the power to kill him or any other person if she ever desired to? She was so soft. How was it possible for a person to be so soft? Her skin was smooth as silk. Skin he could not stop, and never did want to stop touching.

Her ample chest was pressed up against his side. One of her arms was thrown around his own chest. One of her legs was wrapped around his. Miltia was all but clinging to him for dear life. There was no way to move or get out of bed without dislodging the girl and undoubtedly waking her up. However, he didn't want to move. Right now in this moment he felt happy. It wasn't just because he was a seventeen year old boy who had sex for the first time. He felt emotionally connected to the girl. He felt loved. Had that been her goal all along?

Jaune didn't know what he should do with his arms and their limited mobility right now. One was currently wrapped around her back while the other was free. Should that one go around her back as well? Should he stroke her hair? Should he do nothing? He didn't know. This was all new to him. Should he kiss the top of her head lovingly? Or should any such shows of affection wait until she was awake as well?

Those thoughts were chased from his head when his scroll on the table next to him began to buzz. Jaune panicked, not wanting the harsh sound to wake the girl who was so peacefully slumbering against him.

Reaching out as far as his free arm would go, Jaune was just able to snatch the scroll and bring it back to him. A look at the caller ID showed that it was Ruby. A feeling of dread passed over him. He hadn't spoken to her in days. Not since the docks. She was apparently okay. That was good. He hadn't been entirely certain. But what might she want? Was she calling to make sure he was alright as well? Or was it something else? Something he had done. Something she might have only recently learned about?

Still, he didn't want to wake Miltia. Thankfully the buzzing stopped, and Ruby was being taken to his voicemail box. He would listen to what she had to say later. Jaune relaxed his arm, and his hand and scroll now gently laid on the bed next to him.

Only the girl didn't seem to want to wait until later. The buzzing started anew, much to his chagrin. Ruby was a persistent one. She wanted to talk to him. She wanted to do it now. It was entirely likely that she would just keep calling until he answered. Now wasn't the best time to talk, but it looked as if he had no choice. He had to stop the scroll from its incessant vibrating. A gentle whisper would be far better than that.

Bringing the device up to his face, Jaune accepted the call. "Hey, Ruby," he greeted softly. He hoped that his tone of voice would give her the proper cue. "What's up?"

Silver eyes widened immediately, and he saw how Ruby's lips moved to speak, but no words came out. It took a few seconds for the girl to collect herself before finally replying. "Uh, hey, Jaune. Um..."

Perhaps it was because he was shirtless and in bed that Ruby was so awkward. Maybe she thought that she had woke him up with her call and felt bad about it. He appreciated her consideration. If there was one thing he could say about Ruby, it was that she cared greatly about others. She was the hero he had thought about earlier. One who put herself ahead of others.

"I can't talk for long," he whispered. "Are you okay?"

"I... um..."

Jaune frowned. "Ruby? What's wrong?"

There was a nervousness in her eyes. It was like she was looking at her scroll, but at the same time trying not to. "You're holding your scroll in landscape mode..."

His scroll was indeed sideways. "Yeah? So what?"

Ruby swallowed hard. "It's just... um... it's wider. I can see... her."

A cold chill ran through Jaune's body, overpowering the warmth Miltia was providing him with. Looking down, Jaune saw what Ruby must have been seeing. A sleeping girl with her head against his bare chest just below his shoulder. Ruby may have only been fifteen, but that was still more than old enough to understand the implications of what must have been going on. Of what must have happened.

When his eyes returned to Ruby's own on his scroll, it was he who didn't quite know what to say now. He said the only thing that came to mind. "Oh."

Ruby nodded, her head bobbing quickly and nervously. "I'll call you back later. I'm... I'm sorry for interrupting."

Before he could even respond the call with Ruby ended and the screen went black. He stared at it for a few more moments just to be sure it was indeed over.

That... had been unexpected. However it was all his fault. He had brought that embarrassment upon himself. Had he only held his scroll differently the camera might not have caught Miltia in its view. However there was nothing he could do about it now. Ruby knew. It was nothing to be ashamed of. And it wasn't like the girl didn't expect such a thing. She had once called both Miltia and Melanie his girlfriends. That statement was half-true now. Or at least, it might be. He still needed to talk to Miltia about that.

It was with that thought in mind that he felt the girl stir beneath him. Miltia's head lifted to reveal a pair of tired, but still brilliantly sparkling eyes. They regarded him with the same warmth they had the previous night. The same affection they had in them when he and her had connected physically and emotionally. It was a look that managed to make his heart flutter.

A soft smile played on her lips as she silently stared at him for a few moments. Finally though she spoke. "Hey."

Jaune nodded softly. Nervously. "Hey."

More silence. In comparison to her sister, Miltia was not the most talkative of girls. This new and awkward experience for both of them only compounded that. He didn't know what to say either. What did one do when first waking up with their significant other? Were they even one another's significant other? It was a detail that still needed to be hammered out.

"Did you sleep well?" she asked.

He did. He honestly did. Nightmares which had plagued him for the past few nights had been chased away. Miltia had been right about one thing. Last night had made him forget about what he had done. Both in his waking and sleeping mind. His thoughts had been on her. Her gleaming emerald eyes. Her warm and beautiful body. Her quiet voice that spoke gently to him while they made love, and moaned softly in delight as they shared the experience. Last night she had been his entire world. Not the White Fang.

"I did," he confirmed. "It was... amazing." He wasn't just speaking about his night's sleep either. "What about you?"

"Mmhmm," she agreed. "What time is it?"

Jaune grabbed his scroll once more to check the time. "A little after eleven."

"Fuck," she breathed softly.

He was filled with concern by her reaction. "What? Is something wrong?"

Miltia shook her head lightly. "Nah. Just... I don't usually sleep this late." She smiled, her gaze averting slightly before continuing. "I guess I must have been like, really tired."

Jaune could not help but feel his chest swell with an immature pride at the comment. He had exhausted the girl with his... beginner's skills in sex. It hadn't lasted very long. At least not as long as he would have liked for it to. However they had cuddled for a long time afterward until they had fallen asleep. He hoped the experience had been as enjoyable for her as it had been for him.

He may have taken her comment as a compliment, but he wasn't sure if it was. "Oh. Is that a good thing?"

"Mmhmm," she agreed once more. "You're a nice pillow."

That was what he had been, wasn't it? Miltia had been all but using his chest as a pillow. And with the way her arm and leg had been wrapped around him, it wouldn't exactly be inaccurate for him to have called her a blanket. Their naked bodies pressed together underneath the sheet had created an incredible warmth with their shared body heat. She was the best blanket he had ever had the pleasure of enjoying.

Jaune chuckled lightly. "Thanks. Glad you... like it, I guess?"

As if to emphasize her point Miltia laid her head back down on his chest. "Your heart is beating really fast."

Of course it was. There was a beautiful naked girl touching him. He'd have to be a zombie not to be affected by her presence. By the whole situation period.

"Yeah. You kinda make it do that."

He felt Miltia's grip on him tighten as soon as he had said those words. The leg that she had wrapped around his own shifted, and brushed against his manhood. Her head lifted up again so that she could look at him. "Oh wow," she said softly. "You're ready to go again?"

Jaune looked away, feeling his face growing warm at her feeling and commenting on his readiness. "I, uh, can't help it. Like I just said, you're... good at doing those kinds of things to me."

In his periphery he could see her smile warmly at him before she resumed making him into her pillow. She said nothing in response to his admission, but she did not need to. Her smile had been enough to know that the compliment had been received.

Now that she was awake and they were talking, Jaune was growing more comfortable by the minute. More confident. Knowing that Miltia did not regret last night, knowing that she was enjoying herself even in this moment, he grew more bold. He thought about what a boyfriend might do with his girlfriend right now. How might he show affection when first waking up in the morning? While peacefully cuddling in bed together?

One hand was around her back, and he moved the other up to Miltia's head where he began to gently run it through her short hair. It was smooth as silk, and a soft moan of contentment slipped through Miltia's lips at the feel of his fingers. Again her arms tightened around him lovingly. Protectively. Like a shield to cover his body from the outside world.

For a few blissful minutes it continued and neither spoke. Jaune almost thought that Miltia had fallen back asleep under his soothing strokes. In the warm embrace of his body. However there was one question that was on his mind. One thing he wanted to know.

"Mil?" he asked quietly.

"Mmm?"

Her hum was soft and weak. Perhaps she had been on the edge of sleep. Jaune was sorry to disrupt that, but he craved an answer to his question.

"I was just wondering. What are we now exactly?"

He hoped the question didn't sound rude. Or that he should have known how they should define themselves simply because they had slept together. He knew that he had feelings for her. He knew that she had feelings for him. However he did not want to make assumptions. He did not want to presume to know what she wanted out of this.

Miltia's head came up again, and this time she rested her chin on his chest so that she could look into his eyes as she spoke. "I dunno," she admitted. "What do you wanna be?"

He didn't quite know what his options were. Jaune would consider himself to be an old fashioned guy. Coming from a loving family of eight children, his parents had perfected the art of commitment. Genuine affection and commitment were what he knew. In all honesty that was what he would want in a relationship. It was what he wanted with Miltia. He wondered if she would want the same.

The boy shifted uncomfortably, not going with his usual tell of nervousness by scratching his face or neck. "I, uh, I guess I wouldn't mind if we were a couple."

He winced at the words. Only after they left his mouth did he realize how unromantic they sounded. But he was still new to this. Not just the physicality. Everything. What to do. What to say. What not to say. How not to sound like an inconsiderate jerk. He hoped that he had not offended her.

"That came out wrong," he said. "What I meant to say was-"

If Miltia was offended it certainly didn't show when she cut him off. "No, it's okay. I wouldn't mind either. So..."

"So I guess we're a thing now?"

He felt and saw the girl slightly shrug her shoulders. "Guess so."

Jaune's heart swelled with pride. With happiness. He had a girlfriend. For the first time ever. She was the best he could have ever hoped for. She was strong. Tough. Dangerous. If someone knew about what she did for a living, and what she had done in the past, most would call her a bad girl. A bad influence. Someone who Jaune should not associate himself with.

However if they knew the girl underneath that rough exterior, they would agree that she was amazing. Kind. Sweet. Caring. Protective. Someone who would do all of the bad things she did in order to protect the ones she loved. She would kill without hesitation in order to keep Melanie safe. At this point Jaune wouldn't be surprised if she would do the same for him.

For a brief moment his thoughts drifted back to the man he had killed. Guilt washed over his heart. After what he did, how did he deserve to be with a girl like Miltia? Where was his punishment?

But those thoughts were chased from his mind when Miltia spoke again. "You alright, Jaune?"

Perhaps his face had twisted with worry at remembering what he had done. As he looked into those concerned emerald eyes of Miltia, however, the thoughts vanished. "Yeah," he said. He was okay for now, at least. "I'm good."

She nodded softly. "Okay."

Jaune got the impression that she didn't exactly believe him. Like maybe she knew what he might have been thinking about. If anyone would know about memories and past trauma, it was Miltia and her sister. Maybe she was all too familiar with the expression that might have been on his face. Maybe she knew it was better not to press the issue.

"So..." he started uneasily. "What do we do now?"

"Like, now-now?"

"No, in general. Do we go on a date or something? I'm kinda new to all this."

Miltia giggled. It was a light and musical laugh that betrayed any vision he had of her being a strong and badass fighter. "I think we're totally past the point of going on dates."

She had a point. Their relationship had began in a less than conventional way. Normally two people got to know one another first before sleeping together. They had skipped straight to the act before officially becoming a couple. So should they go back and do the initial steps? Or should they go forward from here?

"Heh, yeah," he agreed. "I guess that's true."

Perhaps what they had already been through counted as dating. Perhaps it counted as the courtship process. It wasn't as if the two of them had first met last night before hooking up for a night of casual sex. Jaune had known Miltia for months. They had drank together. They had eaten together. They had fought together. They had cooked together. They had done so many things that helped them get to know one another before sleeping with each other. They were already friends. Maybe the simple admission of their feelings was all that was needed. Maybe that was the logical next step.

"So what do you want to do now?" he asked. "Now-now, I mean," he added for clarification.

"I guess I kinda want breakfast."

He hadn't realized it until she said it, but Jaune was hungry. Breakfast sounded like a wonderful idea. "Yeah. That sounds good."

"There should be donuts downstairs," she said as she removed herself from his body.

A cold and empty feeling replaced where Miltia had once been. It was an unwelcome sensation. Jaune wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around the girl and bring her back down against his body once more, but he knew that they couldn't just stay in bed together forever. Especially not if they wanted food.

Jaune made a move to get up himself, but was stopped when Miltia spoke. "You don't have to get up," she told him. "I'll go get some food and bring it up to us."

Maybe the girl had read his mind. Maybe they could spend more time in bed together today. "You sure?"

"Mmhmm."

As Miltia stood up from the bed and walked over to retrieve her dress from the floor, Jaune once again got a full look at her body. As he had been thinking, she was stunningly beautiful. Slim and slender, but developed in all of the right places. In all of the best places.

Her pale and silky smooth skin was lit up by the rays of light which managed to peek through the window's curtain. It was as if the sun itself wanted to display how utterly gorgeous she was. Jaune could not help but look. And stare. And feel himself becoming aroused all over again. As he had told her, she had that effect on him.

It was clear that she noticed his hungry gaze when she looked up to see him and his attention focused on her. Her motion to cover herself was bashful and shy, as was the tone of her voice. "Jaune... you're staring."

He averted his eyes immediately. "I'm sorry," he said quickly. "It's just... you're so beautiful."

Miltia's own eyes darted down to the floor, and he saw her cheeks flush in embarrassment. "Oh."

"I'll try not to stare anymore."

The girl seemed to linger in putting her dress on all the way, and the garment hung loosely around her waist. Her upper body was still on full display for him. "No... it's okay." Jaune peeked back up at those words, and saw that Miltia had already looked back over to him. Their eyes met, and Jaune could see that there was happiness in hers. "I like that you wanna stare."

For long seconds she remained only half-dressed, as if to allow Jaune to drink in the sight of her body.

Finally though, she pulled her dress up all the way and zipped it up in back. Now clad in her familiar red dress, she made her way to the door. "You can stare more later," she said meekly. Her next words somehow came out even softer. "And I'd like to stare too..."

Before he could respond she was out of his room, and on her way to go and get them some food. Breakfast in bed with her would be a delicious experience. In more ways than one.

Deciding that maybe he should get dressed as well, Jaune stood from his bed and began to gather some of his clothes.

Miltia's face felt paradoxically hot in comparison to her cold body as she walked down the hall after leaving Jaune's room. She was still a little bit sore below the waist as she walked, and her body longed to return to lying in bed beside Jaune. Being in the warm embrace of the young man turned lover was an experience she was hard-pressed to describe. It was a feeling that could not be replicated or replaced. If not for their hunger she would return to that bed right now. A place that felt safe. A place that felt right. A place where her nightmares had not dared to rear their ugly heads the previous night as she slept.

She hoped that she had been able to provide him with the same comfort which he had given her. Jaune was hurting, and she knew that. Miltia hoped that somehow, in some way, what they had shared last night might make him feel some happiness or sense of self worth again. She hoped that any nightmares which might have plagued his own sleep would be chased away. She hoped that they would be replaced with dreams of her. It might have been a egotistical thought, but she knew that he enjoyed thinking about her if the way he looked at her was any indication.

When she was dressing herself Jaune had stared at her with such adoration. Such amazement. Such... lust. The thought of him looking at her like that made her smile stupidly and blush brightly. Miltia knew she was good looking. She had garnered the attention of more than a few men over the past few years of working at Junior's club. However those creepy and drunken leers had meant nothing to her. Those men had meant nothing to her. She would have castrated them with her curved claws had any dared lay a hand on her. Melanie and Junior would have finished them off before disposing of their mutilated bodies.

However with Jaune she knew there was real emotion behind his looks. There was genuine affection. He couldn't fake what he had done last night. The assault of feather-light kisses on her lips. Her face. Neck. Body. Everywhere. The way he looked into her eyes. The way he held her tight when they had finished. His feelings for her were real, just as hers were real for him. It was because of this that she did not mind his hungry gaze. His desire to look at her. To appreciate the beauty she knew she possessed.

In particular she noticed how he appreciated two very specific parts of her. Last night he had given her breasts an inordinate amount of attention. For Miltia they had always been there. They were just another part of her body. Nothing to give a second thought about. Nothing special about them at all. To Jaune, however, they might as well have been the greatest treasures in all of Remnant.

Boys were so weird.

Miltia smiled at the thought. She could live with that. If Jaune liked them, then she was happy for him. They were after all just another part of her, and she knew that Jaune liked all of her. Not just those parts of her body. Besides. It wasn't as if she didn't appreciate parts of his body either. His broad chest. His large hands. His hard...

She blushed again thinking about his body for a change. Particularly that one part of it which she had briefly felt again this morning with her leg. Somehow it had fit inside her the previous night. It had been painful at first. She wouldn't deny that, and she couldn't hide that fact in the heat of the moment. Jaune had been slow, however. Careful. Loving. Attentive to her every need. He asked if she was okay with every pained gasp she took. They persisted, and in time it got better. Pleasure came with the pain. The experience, the connection with Jaune, had been worth the pain. Helping to make him feel better about himself had been worth it. Making herself feel better had been worth it. And it would only get better every other time afterward.

...Was she really planning that far ahead? Here she was, the morning after her first time, and she was already thinking about future encounters with Jaune. Miltia wondered if he would feel the same way. If he would desire to share such an experience with her again. Every instinct told her that he would. He was a guy, after all. A guy who could not keep his hands off of her last night. Still, she did not want to make assumptions. She did not want him to feel pressured to do anything. She had been the aggressor last night. He had been vulnerable. What if he didn't want it again? What if looking back on it now he believed it to be a mistake?

Miltia shook her head at the thought. She had not taken advantage of him. She absolutely had not. No way. ...Had she? No. Jaune had wanted it too. She even asked him after making her intentions clear. He had been the one to kiss her again. To pull her down atop him on the bed. To wrap his arms around her. To flip her over and onto her back before the two had started ripping their clothes off...

Her face flushed again, and Miltia needed to clear these thoughts from her mind before she got downstairs. It was past eleven in the morning. Melanie would undoubtedly be awake by now. The chocolate donuts would be all gone by now, but she didn't care. Miltia was far too happy right now to care about something so frivolous. She had her own sweet treat waiting for her back in Jaune's room, one that Melanie could only dream of getting to taste...

And that thought had really just passed through her head. Since when had she become such a girly girl? One who blushed and got flustered at the thought of a boy she liked? She was Miltiades Malachite. Special enforcer for an underground crime boss. She wore razor sharp claws on her wrists and tore apart men twice her weight with practiced ease. She was not about to become some weak-kneed bimbo who lost her composure at the thought of a boy. Melanie would never let her live that down if she found out.

When she found out.

It was only a matter of time. When her sister did learn, the teasing would begin anew. It would be stronger than ever. Melanie would gloat about how she had been right all along. About how she knew her precious baby sister better than Miltia knew herself. It would be annoying. However, such was the price to pay for finally finding someone to share a relationship with. Maybe that was why Melanie kept all of her relationships brief and casual. With no attachments Melanie could never be teased about them.

When Miltia stepped foot in the club's main room her sister was there. She was sitting at one of the tables, her tall latte cup next to her and her scroll in one of her hands. The girl looked up, but said nothing.

It was odd to say the least, but Miltia was thankful for the silence. Moving over to the table where the bags sat, she found the one with the box of donuts and opened it up. To her surprise there were a couple of chocolate donuts left. Taking a cautious peek back over at Melanie, she saw her twin was smiling. Still, she said nothing.

Now she only had to come up with an excuse to take the entire box of donuts back up with her to Jaune's room. She was blanking when it came to that. Miltia took a sip of her pumpkin spice latte, hoping that it would somehow help her. It did not. And so as she stood at the table before the box of donuts and her twin sister, Miltia could not help but feel like an awkward idiot.

And there Melanie was still smiling at her. Still staring at her. All while saying nothing. Not even a morning greeting. Finally, it was too much for Miltia.

"What," the younger girl snapped.

Melanie looked up at her innocently. "Hmm?"

Miltia suppressed the urge to growl. Here her sister was again playing the innocent card. "Why are you looking at me?"

The other girl shrugged. "Why wouldn't I? I'm hot, and looking at you is like looking in a mirror."

It was Melanie's typical narcissism on display, but for some reason Miltia wasn't buying it. There was something off this morning. Why had Melanie saved her some of her favorite donuts? Maybe she shouldn't even bother in wondering. Maybe she should just appreciate the small gifts that life sometimes gave.

With that in mind she didn't care what her sister might think of her taking the entire box with her. Snatching it up, Miltia was about to turn to head back to the staircase, but was stopped when Melanie spoke again.

"Wow, you must be really hungry this morning," she commented.

Miltia stopped, but did not turn when she responded. "Maybe I am."

She didn't need to see Melanie's face to know what kind of expression was on it when she spoke next. "Yeah, I'll bet."

There was a certain knowing tone in the girl's voice. Something on the edge of teasing, but not quite there yet. It gave Miltia bad vibes. She had to get out of there, and now.

"Anything else?"

"Nah," Melanie said nonchalantly. "Just tell Jaune I said 'hi' when you get back up there."

Miltia froze in place. It took her a few seconds to turn around and look back at her sister, who had a shit-eating grin on her face. For what seemed like an eternity she didn't know what to say. Finally though, she spoke. "What?"

"You and me both know that's totally too many donuts for you," the elder twin said knowingly. "So, did my dear innocent sister get lucky last night?"

By this point Melanie had stood up and started walking over to where Miltia stood. She knew the teasing would be coming, but she was still unprepared for it. She did not want to deal with it this soon.

So she did the only thing she could think to do. She denied it. "N-no. What are you talking about?"

"Oh come on, Mil. Don't you know that I already know? You know that you can't hide your strong feelings from me. And that includes your lust~," she sang, poking the tip of Miltia's nose with a finger.

It wasn't the first time that Miltia hated the fact that she and her sister had such a Semblance. The ability to sense one another's strong emotions. Born during their harrowing experience at Mountain Glenn after their parents had died. When they had been lost and alone, save for one another. Both of them had been terrified. Devastated by the loss they knew they had already suffered. Fearful of losing one another as well. To have such a Semblance, to be able to know that the other was still alive, had been a comforting feeling once. To know that they were never alone helped them. To know how the other was feeling enabled one to sooth the other in her time of need.

It was useful for combating fear. Depression. It was good for coordinating attacks and defense in the middle of battle. However for something like this it was nothing short of embarrassing.

Melanie grabbed her by the arm and dragged her back over to the table where she was forcibly sat down. "So come on, what was my baby sister's first time like?" she continued. "Come on, I need details. What kind of stuff did you do to him?" The girl gasped, her eyes widening and a hand moving to cover her mouth briefly before going on. "No, what kind of stuff did he do to you?"

Miltia shook her head wildly. "Shut up, Melanie."

"Come on. Tell me. Was he good? Tell me tell me tell me."

In reality? It had been awkward. Clumsy. It had not lasted very long. Neither knew what they were doing. Neither had any experience. However none of that mattered. It had been with him. It had been their awkward, clumsy and short experience. One that she would not have traded for anything else in the world.

But despite all of that, it had indeed been good. She could not deny the fact that she had enjoyed herself. She had no regrets.

"It was..." she began before stopping herself. She could feel that she was blushing just at the thought of last night. "No. I am not about to tell my sister about my sex life."

Melanie scoffed. "Oh come on. I tell you about mine all the time."

"Yeah. I really wish you'd stop doing that."

Miltia could tell her sister was growing frustrated and impatient. "You can't leave me hanging like this. Who came first, you or him? Did he get the job done the first time? Or did he have to finish you off another way after he did? Fingers? Tongue?"

"Melanie! Oh my gods!"

"Yeah, I bet you were saying that a lot last night," she smirked. "Weren't you?"

She couldn't remember what she might have said... or screamed or moaned the previous night. All she knew was that this conversation had gotten way out of hand. "Just... just shut up."

"Ugh, you are such a prude," Melanie complained. "I mean, come on. You just banged our little huntsman and you're still being shy about this shit?"

A knocking sound filled the air, and Miltia was never more grateful for there to be somebody at the front door of the club. Anything to spare her from continuing on with this conversation was a good thing.

At first the two of them ignored the noise, but it continued. Finally it was Melanie who stood. She was probably itching for the opportunity to tell off whoever was pounding on the door.

"For fuck's sake, doesn't this idiot know we're closed?" she asked as she stomped towards the entrance.

Miltia hoped that the girl wouldn't take a swing at the person. Annoyance or not, some random moron off the street did not deserve to face the full wrath of Melanie in a bad mood.

She heard her sister's voice once more in the distance. After a few more seconds and a few more harsh words the girl returned, but she had not returned alone.

Following Melanie was a short woman in a delivery uniform. Judging by the clipboard in her hands, Miltia had to assume that this was one of the suppliers dropping off some of the essential goods for running the club.

"Through the kitchen and out the back door," Melanie said as she pointed toward the rear of the club. "Move your shit there, and then bring your shit in. Go and unlock the door now so you don't have to bug me again."

The other woman smiled and nodded, and was on her way through the club without further incident.

Melanie came back over, and was clearly annoyed when she sat back down at the table. "Fucking new dust delivery people don't even know what to do or where to go," she complained. Taking a moment to compose herself, she jumped right back to where she had left off. "So, come on. Spill. Tell me about last night."

"There's nothing to talk about," Miltia said sternly.

"Ouch. He was that bad?"

"No!"

Melanie smiled. "So he was that good? Damn, I hoped I would have been the one to break him in."

It was too late for that now. Miltia wouldn't admit it to her sister, but there was a small part of her that had acted last night because of what Melanie had said. About wanting to take a shot at Jaune herself. It would have been just sex. Melanie would have just used him for her own pleasure as she always did. Jaune did not deserve that. He deserved something real. Something with actual feelings and emotions behind it. Something she could provide him that Melanie could not.

"So are you two a thing now?" she continued.

They were. She had confirmed as much this morning after they woke up. "Mmhmm," she confirmed with a nod.

"Shit," Melanie said. "Oh well."

Still, the thought of her acting out on that fear of Melanie using him made Miltia feel a little bit guilty. Had she only used Jaune herself? Had she been a little more aggressive than she normally would have in order to shield him from Melanie's advances? If she had, was that a bad thing? Jaune was still interested in her, after all. She was still interested in him. If being in this relationship was a completely mutual decision, then what Melanie had said didn't matter, right?

Speaking of Melanie, she was distracting her at this very moment. Miltia had come down to get breakfast for herself and Jaune, and here she was gossiping with her sister about last night. Or in reality, trying her best not to gossip about it.

"I should get going," Miltia said as she looked down at the box of donuts. "I told him I'd be right back."

"Oh please. Just because you slept with him doesn't mean he gets to control when you come and go." A sly smirk curled on Melanie's lips before she spoke again. "Well, at least not when you go."

Miltia blushed once more. If this kept up her skin might permanently become a shade closer to the color of her dress.

"Speaking of cumming, please tell me you used protection."

A chill ran down Miltia's spine. "Um..."

"Oh my gods you didn't," Melanie gasped. "Fuck! I knew I should have bought you those condoms!"

"Melanie!"

Miltia recalled how her sister had teased her about Jaune so long ago. Melanie had wanted to purchase birth control for her back when she had still been in denial about her feelings for the boy. Back when those feelings were still only beginning to form. Somehow Melanie had known even back then. Or maybe she hadn't, and had simply gotten lucky in her teasing.

"I don't wanna be an aunt!" the other girl wailed. "Kids are so gross!"

"Melanie, I'm not pregnant!" Miltia insisted. "He pulled out!"

"You'd better not be. If you are Hei's gonna totally cut off Jaune's dick. Then neither of us can have any fun."

Miltia swallowed. How would Junior react to finding out that she and Jaune were a thing now? How would he react if by some chance she did get pregnant? In all honesty she did not know what the man would do. She was so familiar with Junior, and not knowing how he would react to this did cause her to feel uneasy.

"That's it," Melanie continued. "If you and Jaune are gonna be screwing, then we're going out and buying you like a whole case of condoms later today. And we're gonna make an appointment to get you on the pill. I am not gonna be an aunt this young. And I am not gonna put up with some disgusting crying brat living here with us."

She hated the idea of going on such a shopping trip with Melanie, but she was right. It was better to be safe than sorry. "Fine..."

"Don't you 'fine' me," the older twin lectured. "If you're gonna screw around you gotta do it right. Wrap it before you tap it."

"Yeah, I guess you're totally the expert on taking dicks, aren't you?"

"Oh fuck you," Melanie spat. "You don't get to pull that shit now that you're taking one too."

"One," Miltia smiled, holding up a single finger.

Melanie looked as if she might continue arguing angrily, but in the end all traces of anger left her face before smiling. "You're so lucky I love you. I'm not even gonna try to steal him away from you."

"Whatever."

At this point Miltia didn't even know how long she had been downstairs for. Jaune was still waiting. She wondered if he would get worried if she took too much longer. She decided that she had had enough of Melanie for the morning. She wanted to enjoy her tasty chocolate treats. She wanted to enjoy her other tasty treat as well.

She stood from the table, grabbing the box. She was just about to speak when she heard a loud and terrifying sound.

She turned just in time to see the fiery ball of orange and red tearing towards them from the back of the club.

"Melanie!" she screamed as she dove forward, tackling her sister down to the floor.

Now fully dressed, Jaune wondered what was going to happen next. Sure, he would eat breakfast with Miltia. But what about after that? How was he going to deal with Melanie? How was he going to deal with Junior?

He could still recall the words from the very large and scary man from a few days ago. Words that promised his certain death should he ever hurt the girls. Now that he thought about it, those words were very reminiscent of those a father might give to a boy who was dating his daughter. Both Miltia and Melanie were just like Junior's daughters, weren't they?

His new girlfriend was taking a while. It had been a good ten minutes since she left. Maybe even fifteen. Maybe he should go down and check on her. Or would that be too clingy? He didn't know how he should act around her. He wanted to show that he cared, but he didn't want to smother her. Then again maybe she might not mind being smothered. She had certainly enjoyed clinging to his body last night and this morning. She had loved cuddling with him. Maybe it was just because they had been in the privacy of his room. It was a question he would be sure to ask when she returned.

All such thoughts were cast from his head when he heard a horrific booming noise from underneath him. The entire building shook, nearly causing him to lose his balance.

"What the..." he gasped before his mind began to put the pieces together. That noise. That shaking. It could only have been one thing. Something had exploded.

Jaune threw the door open and dashed down the hall as quickly as his legs would carry him.

Author's Note: So after a chapter of nice fluffy happiness, I end it like that. As the saying goes, always leave them wanting more.

The what/who/why/how of the situation should be pretty clear. But if you want any clarification before next chapter comes out, just leave a review to send me a PM about it.

Last chapter I got the feeling that some people don't like Glynda that much. Sure, she comes off as a bitch because of her abrasive personality both here and in the show. But remember she's not a bad person. Glynda just doesn't have all the knowledge that we do about Junior and the twins. If I could make a Game of Thrones comparison, she's like Ned Stark walking into the throne room at King's Landing to see Jaime Lannister sitting on the throne next to the king's dead body. All Ned knew was what he saw and assumed happened. Not reality. So he judged accordingly.

Anyway, I want to thank everyone for reading and reviewing. Thank you for your support. It's that support which helps inspire me to get chapters out as quickly as I do. This one took only four days to write. Hopefully I won't leave you hanging too long with this cliffhanger.

I hope you enjoyed the chapter.