Sharing

AN: Just like the last chapter, this is one I've dug up from our Google docs archive and re-edited.

I know things have slowed down significantly recently and that this might be disappointing to those who got used to mine and Lone's previous, hectic update schedule, but things have just been all kinds of rough these past months. Hell, almost this past year. A lot of shit is happening and with the end of the year less than a month away we're both really tired. As such, will things change soon? I honestly can't say. I want things to change, for me and Lone to get our old rhythm back, but, as I've learned this year, neither of us control enough of our lives to be able to promise anything. School is over soon for me at least, and when that happens I hopefully won't be as stressed and tired as I am now.

If you read this author's notes, I thank you, and now, please enjoy this silly piece of fluff.

Thanks to her almost regal upbringing, Weiss Schnee had become used to many things, especially things related to food. For hours each day when she was younger she had been schooled on correct eating etiquette, which spoon or fork to use during which part of the meal, how to sit while eating or talking over dinner, how to hold her utensils and glass, and just how much was proper to place onto her fork. But when she enrolled at Beacon some of these lessons disappeared thanks to her team and friends. She became less rigid over time and now she could eat without worrying about if her fingers were on the correct place on her spoon, but she doubted she would ever become as... happy of an eater as Jaune.

He ate every meal with gusto, somehow being able to savour the taste of whatever he just shoved into his mouth while eating at a pace that made Ruby's cookie eating seem like one of Nora's beloved sloths'. According to him it was because his mom always said that a meal that didn't make you want to devour it was no meal at all.

Weiss wasn't grossed out by it, he didn't eat messily despite his speed after all, but one part of his eating habits did irk her.

He always wanted to share his food with someone. It didn't matter if it was breakfast in the cafeteria or an expensive dinner at a fancy restaurant, and it didn't matter if it was with her, Ren, Pyrrha, Blake, Coco, or Sun. Whenever he found that some food was tasty he would offer the next bite of it to whoever was willing.

The two who accepted the most often were Ruby and Nora, though on occasion Yang couldn't deny the offer that was free food. Weiss had never shared her food with anyone before. Maybe when she was little, it had been acceptable for her big sis to feed her a bite off of her plate, and her parents wouldn't have said anything about it because of how old she was, but as she grew up, she had been taught to leave a clean plate. As in, eat everything. And if you were full before the meal was over, to just try, because it was bad manners to leave food on the plate. Their family chef was world famous, and didn't like it when you 'disrespected his meals' in such a way.

That being said, Weiss could understand his habits. Having apparently grown up with seven siblings, it was no doubt that he would have been taught to share. Even if the thing he was sharing was food. His parents wouldn't have seen it as disrespectful because they more than likely had been the ones to cook the meal. But Jaune wasn't at home now, he was at Beacon, and that his sharing habits hadn't ceased yet... it was just weird to Weiss.

Whenever he offered a bit of his food, someone would raise their hands excitedly and then lean in, and he would stab some on his fork, or gather some in his spoon, and place it in their mouth. With Ruby this was adorable, in a weird way. With Nora, it was kind of scary, because her mouth was like a vacuum cleaner. With Sun, or anyone else really, it was just ridiculous. Sun seemed to just play it off like he was gay for Jaune, and the two of them got a laugh out of that. Especially considering that Sun was, in fact, very gay. That was just a fact. And Jaune being into guys, at least somewhat, made it even funnier. For everyone except her. She was just caught up on the fact that he could shamelessly spoon feed a fully grown man.

And if that wasn't bad enough, he didn't even change the spoon Before continuing to eat! Jaune Arc, her, as in Weiss hopefully Arc soon Schnee's, boyfriend, had retroactively kissed both Sun and Ren at least 50 times right in front of her. She wasn't a germophobe, but she couldn't deny it was just plain weird at times. Especially when Yang was on the receiving end of one of Jaune's forks or spoons.

Yang always looked like she was toying with the food Jaune gave her anytime he shared, and Weiss knew it was just her flirtatious nature, but it still maybe made her a tiny bit jealous. She didn't want Jaune to kiss someone that wasn't her, even if it was retroactively, but she didn't want to ask him to stop sharing his food.

So she knew she had only one option left...

She had to swallow her pride, and unlearn everything she had ever learned about etiquette and table manners. She sat to the left of Jaune, making sure she was as close to him as possible. She hung on his left arm tightly, and when the time came she was sure to be ready for it. It was a quiet day, like any other really, but today she knew she was going to potentially embarrass herself in ways that she wouldn't be able to fix. People's views of her were going to change.

Jaune cleared his throat. And before he could even get the words out, Weiss tugged at his hoodie. He smiled and looked down at her, and that's the moment he died. Weiss' expression was one of silent pleading, and it was just so cute that Jaune couldn't help the fact that his heart skipped at least a million beats. Meaning it stopped working for a very long time.

"Can I have a bite of that, Jaune?" She asked in a small voice.

Despite technically being a zombie at this point, Jaune smiled, happily spearing one of his sauce covered meatballs and bringing it to his Snow Angel's mouth. "Of course, Snow Angel." He ignored the shocked looks everyone around the table were giving them, none of them apparently able to comprehend the prospect of Weiss Schnee being fed by anything, and just kept smiling as he waited for Weiss to take his meatball into her mouth.

Weiss stared at the small, brown ball being offered to her, feeling as if it was taunting her, with cheeks that felt like someone had covered her face with fire dust. This was the most embarrassing thing she could remember ever doing in public, and that included the time where she drunkenly got Jaune and Yang to kiss. Biting back every shred of pride and looking into Jaune's eyes for support, she slowly opened her mouth and let Jaune push the meatball into her maw before her lips closed around it.

The sight of his blushing Angel closing her lips around the fork was honestly enough to put Jaune into a coma for the next nine years. He could feel her pull a Yang and taste the meatball with her tongue before pulling it off the fork. Yang was nearly shutting down from how cute it was, and Blake honestly couldn't take her eyes off the scene. It was like all of her shipping dreams were coming true once again. Ruby couldn't stop gushing to herself how cute her partner was, and everyone else, well they were just staring in amazement.

Jaune watched Weiss chew and then swallow, and she kept her eyes firmly on Jaune, to avoid any more embarrassment. She didn't say anything more, but she opened her mouth again, and Jaune died for the second time. This time he swirled some of the noodles onto the fork, and then gently placed it in her mouth again. Her taste buds exploded in joy at the taste, which suddenly seemed much greater than it ever had before, and much better than the boring salad on her plate. She couldn't stop the small moan from escaping.

Across from them at the table, Yang fainted and fell backwards off her chair, though no one noticed.

Weiss was blushing madly, Jaune was smiling happily, Ruby was bouncing in her seat, Blake was furiously writing notes, and Pyrrha's heart imploded as she watched more and more of Jaune's food disappear, the food she wanted to be fed to her. Nora and Ren merely shrugged, Nora digging into her pancakes and Ren going back to sipping his tea.

As the 6th fork of food left Weiss' beautiful and soft lips, Jaune got an idea. He picked up another meatball with sauce and brought it to his Snow Angel's lips, but just Before she had the chance to close her mouth around his fork he quickly brought the meatball bearing fork to his own mouth. He bit into half the yummy... well, meat of the meatball, seeing Weiss' lips tighten into a cute pout, before leaning down and offering his Snow Angel the tasty food with a smile.

Weiss accepted, another small, happy moan coming from her chest. Though she was terribly red in the face, she felt that she could absolutely get used to this. Jaune feeding her felt surprisingly good, and her heart warmed every time he brought a bit to her lips. Whether it was with his own, or a fork. Jaune pulled away, offering her the biggest smile he could before he took a bit for himself. Weiss felt a little left out when he did, but turned back to her salad with a pout.

She poked at the mountain of green and red and purple on her plate, and felt a sense of emptiness when she took a bit. Maybe the salad, much in the way that his spaghetti did, tasted better when it was fed to her by Jaune. She, once again, tugged on his hoodie and offered him a pleading look.

Jaune looked down at her plate of salad, then at her adorable yet heartbreakingly pleading expression and he knew he needed to help his Snow Angel more. He picked up his fork again and quickly impaled one of the unsuspecting and, probably, innocent tomatoes on Weiss' plate, bringing it to her lips. She quickly munched down on it and Jaune felt his heart begin beating again only to skip a beat from the absolutely deadly amounts of cute Weiss was projecting. He watched her chew on the red vegetable before swallowing and opening her mouth for more.

Another tomato disappeared, and then some green lettuce, then some of Jaune's pasta again, and then a piece of gurkin...

Weiss smiled, cheeks still flushed. She didn't know how, but Jaune did make food taste far better.

Sooner or later, everyone got bored of watching (everyone except Blake, who was still very much interested and furiously taking notes), and her salad was gone. Weiss curled up to his side and laid her head on his shoulder as he finished off his own food, and when he was done as well she pulled him down for a kiss. "Thank you, Jaune..."

"Anything for you, my Angel."