Problems With Dating the RWBY Girls
Chapter 44: Trifa, or: Sticky Situations
"Remind me again why we're doing this?"
Trifa paused long enough to give him a weird look. "Why wouldn't we be doing this? It's hot as hell."
"For you, maybe," Jaune said. "Admittedly, I'm a bit ambivalent."
In his defense, it was difficult to be enthusiastic about being tied to a bed by your spider Faunus girlfriend's own webs, which she shot out of glands in her hands. It weirded him right the hell out to to even think about how that was supposed to work, but no matter how much he tried to focus on literally anything else, it was impossible for him to actually do given that she just kept adding more and more webbing.
Trifa rolled her eyes. "Don't be such a baby. We had this agreement, right? We said we'd both be willing to try out new things in bed. We did what you wanted to do last night, so tonight, we're going to do what I want to do."
"Right, I get that," Jaune said. "I'm not complaining about it. I'm just… confused, I guess. Why this?"
He motioned as best as he could to the webs binding him to the bed, but that was easier said than done given that both his hands were already bound and she was currently working on his feet.
"It's a fetish," Trifa replied.
"Yes, I can see that," Jaune said, as patiently as he could.
"Then there's your answer." She put a hand on her hip. "As far as I'm aware, nobody really knows where fetishes come from. We just sort of have them."
This was the part where he made some sort of keen observation about how her having a bondage fetish could possibly be related to her arachnid heritage, but he liked to think of himself as more above-it-all than that.
Unfortunately, while he might have thought of himself as more above-it-all than that, reality had a way of proving that he was not, in fact, as above-it-all as he thought.
"Well, I guess that figures," Jaune quipped. "I can kind of understand why a spider girl would have a fetish for tying people up."
Trifa stopped and stared at him for a moment. "...I cannot believe you just said that," she stated, bringing a hand up to rub at her temples, annoyed.
Jaune grinned at her. "What can I say? I'm currently being tied to a bed. I'll take my small victories where I can get them."
"Then, truly, I hope it was worth it, because you won't be saying anything for a while," Trifa said.
"Wait, wha-"
That was as far as he got before she fired off some webbing towards his face. She must have been pretty good at aiming that stuff, because it landed perfectly on his mouth, gagging him instantly. Jaune considered trying to talk, but ultimately figured that he was better off not even attempting it – the last thing he wanted was to get a mouthful of spiderwebs. So instead, he glared at Trifa, who smirked back at him.
"So much for your big mouth," she taunted. "Don't worry, though – I'll be sure to let you out in a bit, once I've had my fun teasing you. Of course, that mouth of yours is going right between my legs when I do, but that's what you get for being such a smartass all the time. Oh, but it's okay – you'll get a chance for some sweet release, too… eventually, that is. I'll choose the when, the how, and the where for that."
Oh, she was asking for it tomorrow night. Of course, she almost certainly knew that, and was intentionally playing with him specifically because she really wanted him to dole out some punishment in about twenty-four hours. It was almost like a game the two of them were fond of playing – a sort of cat-and-mouse, or perhaps more fittingly, a sort of spider-and-fly.
And despite the position she was in tonight, Jaune knew for a fact that Trifa often enjoyed to play as the fly as much as she enjoyed being the spider.
"Now, let's get started," Trifa announced.
Jaune watched as she unzipped her black bodysuit and began to step out of it. And despite his current predicament – that is, bound spread-eagled to a bed by spider silk in just his underwear with the promise of sweet release most likely hours away – he couldn't help but stare.
Early on in their relationship, Trifa had been very modest and self-conscious about her body, almost to a self-loathing degree, in fact. She was always quick with some self-deprecating comment about how she wasn't as busty or as pretty as some of the other girls he liked to hang out with, and she took great pains to cover up the gray veins that ran up and down her entire body. Finally, after a comment too many directed towards herself, Jaune had sat down and firmly told her that he loved her for her, that meaning every part of her, that he thought she was the cutest girl he had ever met, and that he considered himself blessed to even be dating her in the first place.
He could have gone on, but Trifa suddenly bursting into tears at his declaration had forced him to stop. He had almost thought he had said something wrong up until she had wrapped her hands around him and buried her head into his chest, muttering 'I love you' over and over.
Their relationship had changed after that day. They were a lot closer and more open with each other, and less awkward. Trifa wasn't nearly as self-conscious about herself, and was far more willing to flaunt the best parts of herself – namely, her athletic physique, and her almost tomboyish looks and demeanor. They had somehow gone from declarations of love to roasting each other and laughing about it. It wasn't an orthodox relationship by any means, but Jaune wasn't about to trade it for the world.
To him, Trifa was the sexiest girl on Remnant, because he'd had the chance to know all of her. There may have been other girls who looked nicer, or who had a more ample chest, or whatever, but they weren't her, and that meant he didn't want them.
Now, all that being said, it didn't make him hate her any less for taking her sweet time doing a striptease in front of him while he couldn't do a damn thing about it.
"Oh, my," Trifa said, staring at his groin as she unclasped her bra and began to slowly peel it away from her chest, her smirk widening. "Someone's getting excited. Too bad – I'm not letting you have your fun until I've had mine, several times over."
Oh, he was going to get his revenge so hard tomorrow night, that was for sure.
"I hope last night's anal was worth it," she said.
Bitch, it was worth all this and more, Jaune thought to himself.
Finally, agonizingly, Trifa stood there, clad in just her panties, staring at him with a predatory look in her eyes. Jaune stared back, and her grin widened as she began to move over to the bed, a bit of extra sway in her step as she did. She laid down next to him, then began to trace circles over his chest with one hand while another hand went a bit further south, just enough to titillate him but not enough to actually lead to anything more.
"I've been thinking about this for awhile," she admitted. "But I was afraid you'd think I was weird for being into it."
He did think she was weird for being into it. But at the same time, he didn't mind – she was a weirdo, sure, but she was his weirdo, and that was what really mattered. She could be as weird as she wanted to, and while he would snark at her for it, he ultimately didn't care so long as it made her happy.
Trifa shook her head. "I suppose it doesn't matter now. Anyway, let's be-"
Before she could finish her sentence, there was a loud pounding on the door that nearly caused both of them to jump out of their skin, followed by an all-too-familiar voice that Jaune had come to absolutely loathe over the past couple of weeks.
"Trifa, Adam's calling a meeting! Get your ass over there, now!"
"S-sorry, Yuma!" Trifa called back, flushing red. "I'm… sick!"
Jaune rolled his eyes. Of course it had to be fucking Yuma – it was always fucking Yuma. Jaune had never met the guy face-to-face – for some reason, Trifa was very recalcitrant to introduce him to any of the people she called friends, because she apparently didn't think they'd get along with him, though he had no idea why that was – but he already hated his rotten guts, because whenever they got up to something good in their shared home-away-from-home, AKA a cheap motel room they rented out every weekend, it seemed like nine times out of ten whenever someone interrupted them for some bullshit, it was Yuma. The other single time, it was either Perry or Deery.
Weird names, but whatever. He wasn't in any place to judge, considering he was currently being dominated by a heavily-blushing, half-naked spider Faunus who had tied him to their bed with her own webbing.
"You're sick?" Yuma echoed from behind the door.
"Yup!" Trifa replied, a bit too hastily. She even gave a small, obviously fake cough at the end of her sentence to try and prove it. "See? Really sick! Tell Adam I can't make it!"
"You know that won't work," Yuma said. "He wants all of us there, because-"
"I know, I know!" Trifa said with a sigh. "How long is this going to take?"
"Shouldn't be long," came the reply. "About an hour or so."
Trifa paused, seeming to think of something. Slowly, she looked over at Jaune, focusing on his groin. Another sly grin split her face, and Jaune couldn't help but feel like things had just gotten a whole lot worse for him.
"Go on ahead," Trifa announced. "I'll be there in a few minutes."
"Sure," Yuma answered. "See you in a bit."
And then he was gone, though Jaune's relief only lasted for a minute before Trifa stood up from the bed. She marched over to the backpack she had brought with her, humming a small tune under her breath that he recognized as one of Weiss' songs. She fished around in her bag for a bit before coming back with two objects: a hair scrunchie, and an egg vibrator attached to a remote control.
"Now then," Trifa said, approaching the bed once more. "I'll be gone for a bit, but that doesn't mean I can't have my fun with you."
Jaune knew instantly what she was planning, but he was powerless to stop it. It was over in seconds, and when it was, Little Jaune had a new egg-shaped buddy attached to it, courtesy of the hair scrunchie.
"Not too tight, is it?" Trifa asked.
For just a moment, Jaune considered nodding yes, but honestly, he was worried about what other fresh hell she had planned at this point. She had always been inventive when it came to bedroom shenanigans, but this was downright diabolical, and he shuddered to imagine what else Trifa might have bouncing around inside that skull of hers. So, firmly believing that he'd rather deal with the devil he knew, Jaune very reluctantly shook his head.
Trifa gave him another smile, and he instantly cursed himself for being so dumb as to play along. "Good," she said. Then she reached over and set the remote control to its lowest setting. It was just enough to keep him excited, so to speak, but not enough for him to actually get off from it. Her work done, she rose from the bed and began to get dressed. "I won't be long, so just sit tight, will you?"
With that, she got dressed, and then she was gone. Jaune glared daggers at her the entire time.
How can a girl that cute be this good at torture? He couldn't help but wonder to himself.
Predictably, Trifa hadn't been telling the whole truth – she hadn't been gone for just a little while, she had been gone for almost three agonizingly long hours. And even when she had gotten back and they had actually gotten into what they had planned for the night, she still made it a point to tease him for all he was worth before actually letting him feel some measure of relief. But man, what a relief it was.
And it wasn't just him who thought that, if Blake's reddening face was any indication.
"What happened next?" Blake asked.
"What do you think happened?" Jaune asked. Blake opened her mouth to respond, but he cut her off. "Don't answer that – a rhetorical question. I think you all know what actually happened after that."
"No, we really don't," Weiss said. "We're not generally privy to the ins-and-outs of you and your mysterious girlfriend's sex life together."
Oh yes, that was another of Trifa's quirks – in addition to not wanting him to meet any of her friends, she also didn't seem interested in meeting any of his friends, either. He wasn't sure what the reason was, only that according to her, it was a very good reason, so good in fact that to tell him why would diminish the sheer goodness of it, therefore he could never know.
Yeah, he obviously didn't buy that one for a second, but whatever. He wasn't dense, but at this point, he just didn't care. Trifa had always struck him as an extreme introvert, anyway – and not the shitty fake version of an introvert that people seem to think introverts are, where they're super shy and stuttery and shit, but the actual definition of an extreme introvert, namely somebody who just needed a fucking break from being around people after about an hour or so. He considered himself a lucky man that she was willing to spend days on end with him despite apparently not liking people, or so he assumed.
Anyway, normally he'd pontificate about why being around people exhausted her so much, but he was more than willing to just consider this another quirk passed on to her by her eight-legged, eight-eyed, web-spinning relatives.
"Look," Weiss said. "Just go into detail a bit and I'll get off your back."
Jaune blinked, surprised. "...I'm sorry, are you suddenly interested in my sex life with my girlfriend?"
"Who probably isn't real, by the way, considering we've never even met her or seen a picture of her," Yang chimed in, earning her a dis-interested middle finger from Jaune. They had done that song-and-dance before, multiple times, and he wasn't interested in doing it again.
That most likely meant that they were going to end up doing it again at some point this morning, but whatever. There were more pressing matters at hand, like Weiss' suddenly-blossoming sexuality and pervertedness.
Weiss crossed her arms, her face flushing red. "...Alright, I'll admit it. I'm seventeen years old and am only now recognizing what it feels like to be horny due to years of repression on behalf of my father, and I'd very much appreciate some form of stimuli I can use for my more intimate moments."
"You know you can just use your scroll, right?" Ruby asked. "That's what everyone else does."
Weiss gave her a confused look. "...Do you just shove the whole thing in there?"
Yang snickered, shaking her head. "I shouldn't laugh, but I'm sorry, it's just too easy. Weiss, you can literally go on your scroll, open up a new window, search 'big dick' or whatever strikes your fancy, and get like two billion results, all without needing to pay a cent for any of it."
Weiss was surprised. "...Truly?"
"Or," Blake interrupted. "You can be a real connoisseur of degeneracy and erotica and take the bookpill instead." She held up a small book to emphasize her point. "I can provide a few samples from my private collection, of course. So long as you don't stain the pages, that is."
"I think those pages are probably already a bit too stained to be considered clean enough to touch," Ruby ventured, earning her a glare from Blake.
Jaune shook his head. "Shit, if it means that much to all of you, I'll spell it out." He cleared his throat. "Trifa edged me for hours, that bitch. Then I came inside her a whole bunch. It was like a bucket full of mayonnaise had spilled and gotten all over her. But it's okay, because it was a safe day for her and she's on the pill, anyway. It almost made up for the fact that she edged me for so long. Almost."
"You're really salty about that," Yang acknowledged.
"Uh, you're Gods-damn right I'm really salty about that," Jaune said. "She did it on purpose, too – she knows just how to really be a pain in my ass. Gods, I love that woman like you wouldn't believe."
"Strange choice of words," Ren said.
"You'll understand once you're in love," Jaune replied. "Only someone you love that much can piss you off that much, and then immediately draw you back for more just a little while afterwards." He sighed longingly. "Tonight can't come soon enough."
Neither can you, apparently," Nora quipped.
Jaune waved her off. "I'd ask you all for some creative suggestions on how I can best get my revenge on her tonight, but somehow I don't feel like you'd all be of much help to me there. Not that I'm intending that as a dig against any of you; I'm just stating facts."
"Some taken," said Blake. "I fucked Adam Taurus."
"Yeah, but that's Adam Taurus," Jaune replied.
"...Okay, yeah, point conceded," Blake answered after a moment's pause. "But I do read a lot of erotica, so I'm pretty sure I could cook up some real spicy bedroom ideas for you if you wanted."
"I'll pass, thanks," Jaune said.
"So, just out of curiosity, how are you going to pay her back?" Ruby asked.
"It's simple, really," Jaune began. "I happen to know that Trifa really, really likes it when I'm rough with her. In fact, that's probably exactly what she's expecting me to be like tonight, as revenge for what she did last night. I mean, why else would she edge me so intensely? Unfortunately for her, I refuse to play that kind of fuck-fuck game."
"So, what, you're going to be really gentle with her, then?" Pyrrha questioned.
"You bet your ass," came Jaune's response. "I'm going to be downright romantic with her, that's what I'm going to do. I've already got a dinner reservation set for a nice Vytalian restaurant in downtown Vale. I'm thinking I'll take her out to dinner, then we'll head back to the motel, and I'll put on some really sappy romance film. And then I'll ask her to talk about her feelings and shit, before I make love to her very passionately."
"This is really heartwarming and all, but I thought there was supposed to be a punishment aspect to this," Weiss pointed out.
Jaune couldn't help but grin. "That's the beauty of it – she's expecting I'll treat her rough. See, I know Trifa pretty well – I'd bet dollars to donuts that she's currently working herself into a horny frenzy right now, wondering about all the degrading, sadomasochistic things I'm going to do to her, and how I'm going to absolutely rock her world tonight. I won't go into detail, but you all probably have a pretty good idea. Anyway, the punishment is that there isn't a punishment. It's what she's expecting, in fact I'd go so far as to say that it's exactly what she wants, but she won't get the satisfaction of it. No, instead I'm going to treat her to a nice dinner, then take her home and have a nice little heart-to-heart where I go into detail about why I love her so much, which will probably end with her crying like a baby because she's not good with her emotions despite the fact that she's an absolute sweetheart, after which I will then do everything in my power to cheer her up, which will culminate in passionate but very loving, very gentle sex."
Blake blinked. "That's… huh. You're put a lot of thought into this one, Jaune. I'm honestly impressed both at the sheer breadth of your plan, as well as the fact that it somehow manages to be completely heartwarming yet absolutely devilish at the same time."
Jaune beamed. "What can I say? It's a gift."
"You know, there's one big problem here, though," Yang chimed in.
"What would that be?" asked Blake.
"Trifa obviously isn't real."
Jaune's smile faded. "Oh, fuck..." he groaned. "Yang, don't start this again..."
"Why not?" Yang questioned. "Dude, don't you realize how this looks? You've apparently been dating her for weeks, yet we've never met her, or even seen you hanging out with her."
"Yeah, because she doesn't like people," Jaune argued.
Yang rolled her eyes. "Oh, but you're somehow the one exception there? Give me a fucking break. How did you two even meet, again? You still haven't explained that to us."
There was a reason for that, namely that it defied explanation. Not because it was bad or anything, but because it was so outlandish, even to him, that he knew none of them would believe it.
It was just after Cardin had tried to blackmail him. Jaune was pretty depressed, so he had decided to cope with it the best way a young man who wasn't yet of drinking age could: a night walk through downtown Vale. Ah, the night walk – peaceful in a way that only socially isolated and awkward loners could truly understand. He couldn't help but enjoy himself as he strolled through the city, not really caring where he went so long as his legs took him somewhere.
Not really paying attention, he turned a corner into an alleyway, where he was immediately plucked off his feet and hoisted into the air by something sticky. A yell escaped his throat, though it was soon muffled by more of the sticky substance covering his face. His hands were quickly bound behind his back, and he was left suspended in the air by something – looking around, he saw that it was a giant spiderweb. His fear turned to sheer terror, though it soon diminished slightly when he heard a feminine voice behind him.
"Oh, Gods damn it… I got the wrong one again. How can it be this hard to find an SDC executive downtown?"
The girl lamented for just a moment before Jaune felt her start to free him, though it was with great reluctance. She brought a blade of some kind around to his face, but any fears he had of her slitting his throat evaporated when she merely cut the threads around his mouth instead. It was then that he caught his first look of her, and honestly, she wasn't what he expected.
He wasn't sure what made him say something, especially something so tired and cheesy to her as what he ended up saying. Maybe it was out of a desire to lighten the mood a bit, since she seemed pretty disappointed in herself for some reason. Maybe it was because he was stunned to be in such close proximity to a girl this cute who wasn't a friend or a family member. Hell, maybe it was just because he was still convinced he was going to get kicked out of Beacon, and he had decided that if they were going to kick him out, he might as well go out with a last hurrah of some sort, cringey as it may be. Whatever the case, Jaune deigned to open his mouth then and there, and say what was quite possibly one of the dumbest, most cliche things he had ever said.
"Didn't think I'd ever get captured by someone so cute."
She looked at him, surprised. "...You think I'm cute? Really? I mean, you'd be the first..."
He grinned at her, and the rest, as they say, was history.
"Remnant to Jaune," Yang said, snapping him out his thoughts. She gave him an amused look. "Did you have a good daydream, Sleeping Beauty? The look on your face seems like it was pretty raunchy."
"It was nothing," Jaune replied, a bit too quickly. "Look, you'll just have to take my word that she exists. Trifa doesn't like meeting new people, okay? It's nothing against you guys – hell, I'm pretty sure she's only got a small handful of friends, anyway. And no, before you ask, I haven't met any of her friends, either. In fact, the whole reason I even know they exist is that they keep fucking interrupting us when we try… you know, fucking."
"Wow, how convenient," Yang said, rolling her eyes.
"You know what? Fuck this," Jaune declared, standing up. "I'm not going to sit here and argue the merits or whether or not my girlfriend actually exists with you, not when there are much more productive things I could do with my time."
"Like what?" asked Weiss.
"Like come up with new revenge strategies for when she inevitably gets her revenge on me tomorrow for what I'm going to do to her tonight," Jaune specified.
"This is the weirdest relationship I've ever heard of, even after learning about what Ruby and Yang's parents had," Pyrrha said. "No offense, of course."
"None taken," Ruby replied cheerfully. "My mom wasn't the issue there, after all."
"So you're saying we know where Yang gets it from, then?" Nora asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I'll say nothing aside from the fact that I bet Yang is very, very similar to her birth mother," Ruby answered, crossing her arms.
Yang glared at her. "Did you forget that I raised you when your mom died and Dad was being a depressed, alcoholic asshole? It's not only within my powers and abilities to bend you over my knee and give you a spanking right now, but on a certain level, it's within my natural rights as the person who turned you into who you are today."
"So you're saying that you're the person behind Ruby's autism?" Ren questioned. "I mean, it makes sense, but I just wanted to be absolutely sure that was what you meant."
"You're all taking these things out of context," Yang argued. "Ruby is autistic because she found her way onto the DustNet at a very young age and ended up on that one artist site that shall not be named that's full of grown men obsessed with cartoon horses and blue hedgehogs, at least before Dad found out and tossed our internet router into the ocean to prevent it from progressing into terminal autism. Honestly, we should all just be thankful that she didn't end up more autistic, or worse – a furry."
They all shuddered at that, thanking their lucky stars that they weren't quite in the worst timeline just yet.
"Alright, this conversation has taken a weird turn," Jaune declared. "I'm gonna leave before it gets any weirder."
"Please do," Weiss said. "Don't get me wrong, we like you and all, but whenever you're around us, things tend to get… well, for lack of a better term, they tend to get pretty stupid. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were like a magnet for everything weird in the universe."
He was about to call that preposterous until he remembered that his first meeting with his girlfriend was her capturing her in a giant spiderweb in a back alley that was then followed by probably the worst pickup line in the history of pickup lines but that somehow also worked, so he wisely bit his tongue, instead leaving the cafeteria and heading off to anywhere but there, the whole time hoping that things eventually backed off from being as weird as they were now.
In retrospect, that was a futile hope, because not all dreams can come true, even the mundane ones.
Friday night came soon enough, and with it, Jaune's desire to see his girlfriend again. They generally spent the weekends together, renting out the same cheap motel they did almost every night, only this time for the entire weekend. And he had to say, he was looking forward to seeing how she got her revenge on him for her not-punishment a few days ago.
He wasn't quite sure why they couldn't just go back to Trifa's place. Unless she literally lived in a sewer or something, it couldn't be that bad, could it?
Anyway, that point aside, he made his way to the motel, Trifa having texted him the room number already. Speaking of things he wasn't sure about with regards to her, he still wasn't sure how she was able to afford renting out these motel rooms practically every night. Maybe it had something to do with the people working the front desk being Faunus as well, but he just didn't know, and he wasn't inclined to ask too many questions about what was ultimately a good thing for the two of them.
Eventually, he reached the motel, raising a fist to knock on the door. It came practically flying open, and he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at what he saw.
"Someone's eager," he said, taking note of the fact that Trifa was already down to just her underwear.
"Just get in here and fuck me," she practically growled. "It's been a long day and I need some stress relief."
He nodded, stepping inside as she closed and locked the door behind him. "I didn't know you were-"
She cut off his statement by fiercely pressing her lips against his, taking him off-guard. The kiss ended after a few seconds, and when it did, he found her glaring at him with a mixture of annoyance and sheer lust.
"No more of your snarky quips," she said, her voice low and husky. "I need you now."
Well, with an offer like that, how could he refuse? "How do you want me?" he asked.
"As rough as you can make it," she requested. "Treat me like I'm one of your weird friend's favorite hentai girls."
"I wasn't aware you were into-"
"Jaune, for the love of the Gods, if you don't pin me down and fuck me as hard as you can in about five seconds, I'm going to lose it."
That was his signal to get on with it, which he did. He undressed faster than he had ever undressed before, but even then, it still wasn't enough – Trifa ran out of patience when he was halfway through taking off his underwear and literally threw him onto the bed, then leaped on top of him and started to make out with him.
"What's got you so riled up?" Jaune asked in-between kisses and moans.
"Work stuff," she said.
"The usual?"
"The usual," she confirmed. "The boss is an ass, the plan is stupid and won't work, I'm as overworked as I am underpaid and underappreciated, all the good stuff."
"Maybe you should find another job," Jaune stated.
"Maybe I should," Trifa said, looking at him with some unreadable expression on her face. She shook her head. "But enough of that. Let's-"
And then, just as things were starting to get good, there was a knock at the door.
"Trifa, you in there?" came Yuma's voice. "We need this room for a meeting."
The two of them paused, and for the first time, Trifa actually looked infinitely more pissed at being interrupted than he did. "What the fuck is it this time, Yuma?!" she almost shouted. "I'm a little busy in here!"
"Busy with what?" he asked. "You masturbating in there or something?"
"Fuck off," Trifa spat.
"Much as I'd like to, I can't. We need the room for a bit."
"Who's we?" Trifa growled. "Wait, don't tell me – the usual crowd."
"Us plus Adam," came the response. "He's out here, by the way. And he doesn't seem too pleased about being held up."
Trifa instantly froze, her face going stark white. Jaune hardly had a chance to say or do anything before she leaned down to whisper in his ear.
"Trust me on this," she said. "Don't say or do anything. Don't move a muscle, or make a sound."
"What's going on?" Jaune asked.
"I'll make it up to you," she promised. As nice as it sounded, it did nothing to answer his question. But he did trust her, so he offered no resistance as she flipped him over onto his back, bound his hands behind him, and then used some of her webbing to gag him. Then she hurriedly ushered him over to the nearby closet, where she closed the door behind him. Through a crack in the door, he was able to see her getting dressed as quickly as she could.
"Just a minute!" she said. Of all things, she sounded nervous for some reason, though he had no idea why – he had never known her to be a nervous wreck aside from the early days of their relationship. Whatever had her on-edge must have been pretty bad for her to lose her composure once more.
Now fully dressed, Trifa moved over to the door and threw it open, ushering everyone inside. "Come in," she said, though it sounded very forced.
Six people came waltzing into the room, which was a more than Jaune expected – he knew Trifa had at least three friends, those being Perry, Deery, and Yuma, but the other three were a mystery to him. There was a huge man who was covered in scars and carrying a chainsword, plus a small girl with dark skin, freckles, and a very flat chest. But most striking of all was the last man to come walking in, someone who Jaune knew quite well thanks to the horror stories Blake had told him.
Adam Taurus.
He had no idea why Trifa would be meeting with Adam Taurus, at least not until he started to put two and two together. When he did, he inevitably came to the only conclusion that made sense to him.
Obviously, Adam Taurus wants to switch sides and become a good person, and he came to Trifa and her friends for help with that.
Yes, that was the obvious and only answer. It made perfect sense, because Trifa would never in a million years join a group like the White Fang – she was just too much of a sweetheart for that.
Also, there was the small fact that he was a human and the White Fang would probably cut his balls off if they found him here or something, which he wasn't willing to even consider at this point because that would both mean accepting the possibility of losing his balls and accepting the fact that Trifa had been lying to him this whole time. So he chose not to.
Yup, it sure was nice that his girlfriend was taking time out of her busy schedule to help someone become a better person, even if that someone was the world's most wanted terrorist. But that was just like Trifa to do, he supposed.
"Man, for a shady motel, this place isn't half bad," said one of the men, who Jaune recognized as Perry from the sound of his voice. "The White Fang should meet here more often."
Jaune's expression fell. ...Damn it.
"You're telling me," Deery said. "This would make a great little hideaway for White Fang members like us."
Fucking hell, man…
"You said it," Yuma confirmed with a nod. "It's no wonder that Trifa – who's in the White Fang, by the way – likes spending so much time here by herself, rather than at the home base with the rest of us. Have I mentioned that Trifa is in the White Fang yet? Because she's totally in the White Fang."
Alright, I get it!
"Thanks for calling it the home base, by the way," Perry said appreciatively. "Like, I get that it's technically a sewer, but we don't have to call it a sewer, you know?"
Well, that explained why Trifa always insisted on taking a long shower whenever she came here. And to think that he believed it was because she just liked to shower with him. Granted, that was probably a part of it considering how often she showered with him, but at this point that seemed like more of a consequence of her needing to clean off the stench of sewage than anything.
Oh, and he also now knew why she insisted on meeting up at this motel, too – because it was both seemingly being run by White Fang sympathizers and because sex in a sewer sounded very unappealing.
Anyway, all that was beside the point, the point in this case meaning 'there are a bunch of White Fang members just a couple feet away from me, I'm currently naked in a closet, and the only thing keeping them from discovering me is a wooden door that's open just a crack.' Well, if he hadn't thought that he had a knack for getting himself into messes before, he certainly thought so now.
"So," Trifa began, "what brings all of you here? I thought for sure that you'd be able to meet up at the usual spot."
"Surprise police investigation," Yuma replied.
Trifa stared at him, and he hesitated before relenting with a heavy sigh. "...One of the rookies had a negligent discharge at the hideout so now it's swarming with police and we can't go back until it's all clear."
"Wow, seriously?" Trifa asked. "Did you all not teach them gun safety or something?"
"Believe me, you're preaching to the choir," Deery said, crossing her arms. "But it's not us – it's the quality of these new recruits. It seems like everybody we get in these days is just some idiot who wants nothing more than to throw themselves against the humans for a couple kills, consequences be damned. It's been a real bad time ever since Blake left."
"Did somebody say Blake?" Adam asked, looking around.
Perry sighed. "Oh, great – now you've gotten him started."
"Where is she?" Adam demanded, rising to his feet with a hand resting on the hilt of his sword.
"She isn't here, Adam," Trifa said tiredly. "Sit down."
"Nonsense," Adam replied. "I can smell treason in this room, with my superior Faunus olfactory glands." Again, he looked around. "One of you is a traitor and is harboring a human sympathizer here. The only question is who."
Everyone instantly froze, but none more so than Trifa, who swallowed nervously and began to sweat. Jaune watched her with sympathy, testing the tightness of his bonds as he did so. If it came down to it, he would reveal himself to everyone in the hopes that it would take the heat off of Trifa enough that she could get away.
Again, Adam sniffed the air, his one good eye narrowing. "This smell… it's of a traitor. Which one of you is wearing Blake's perfume?" He looked over to Deery. "Is it you?"
"No," Deery said. "I have my own perfume I like to wear."
"Hm." Adam grunted. He looked over to Trifa. "How about you?"
Trifa opened her mouth to respond, but Adam cut her off with a shake of his head. "Actually, don't bother – you're sweating so much that any perfume you'd have on you would have dissipated by now."
Trifa closed her mouth, wisely choosing not to respond for fear of casting more suspicion over herself. Adam looked around, frowning. "Who's wearing it?!" he demanded.
Perry sighed. "...In my defense, I like the floral scent."
"Seriously, dude?" Yuma questioned. "You know Adam keeps that stuff for his own private use."
"Hey, I can't help but want to use something to cover up the stench of sewage." Perry crossed his arms. "Fucking sue me if it bothers you so much."
"Uh, guys?" Deery asked, casting a concerned glance over at Trifa. "Why is Trifa sweating bullets?"
They all looked over to Trifa in surprise, apparently not knowing what to make of it. Of course, that only made her sweat even more, which naturally prompted more questions.
"Yeah, why are you sweating so much, Trifa?" Yuma asked. "You sick or something?"
"Y-yup!" Trifa said, far too quickly. "I have a little cold, that's all! Hence why I came to the motel room so early! Haha, yup, I'm definitely a bit sick, and nothing else!"
She added a little cough at the end of her sentences, and Jaune rolled his eyes. Naturally, the other idiots in the room completely bought it, all of them nodding in understanding.
"Well, that won't do," Adam said. "Bane, do me a favor and lower the thermostat a bit – it's a little too hot in here and I don't want Trifa to overheat."
The big guy nodded, then rose to his feet, and to Jaune's horror, he began to move towards the closet. Jaune's heart began to pound in his chest as Bane (what kind of name was that, anyway?) moved closer and closer, but at the last minute, his fears were assuaged when Bane instead headed for the thermostat and lowered it by a few degrees.
"Much better," Adam confirmed.
Bane nodded in understanding and went to rejoin the others, but just before he did, he stopped and turned back towards the closet again. Once more, Jaune was concerned, and it only intensified when Bane spoke up.
"...Something in closet."
Immediately, Trifa was on her feet, running over to shut the closet door. "Oh! Silly me, I accidentally left one of my sex toys in there! Haha, clumsy Trifa, and all! Pay no attention to that!"
Everybody seemed a bit grossed out by that. "Seriously, Trifa?" Perry bemoaned. "I get that you've got needs the same as the rest of us, but come on, at least don't leave that stuff lying around. Nobody else wants to see it."
"Why not?" Deery questioned. "Is there something wrong with a woman expressing her sexuality?"
"Only in the sense that I don't leave my porn lying around, and I'd appreciate it if all of you did the same for me," Perry countered.
"I'm not generally one to take Perry's side, mainly because he's a moron, but this is just common courtesy," Ilia interjected.
Everyone looked at her in surprise. "What?" she asked.
"Oh, we just didn't realize you were here," Yuma confirmed.
"Yeah," Adam admitted. "No offense, but you kind of blend in with the white wall."
Ilia was not amused. "I have dark skin and wear a dark outfit," she pointed out.
"It must just be your lack of personality," Perry said. "You're pretty quiet, and all."
Ilia rolled her eyes. "Oh, so this is the thanks I get for taking your side for once?"
"Hey, don't shoot the messenger," Perry replied.
"You're all kind of overlooking the obvious," Deery said. "She blends into everything because she's a chameleon Faunus."
"That's racist," Ilia fired back.
"I'm a Faunus, too," Deery countered. "I can't be racist."
"So generalizing me based on my species isn't racist?" Ilia asked.
"No, because like I said, I'm also a Faunus," Deery pointed out.
"Okay, good to know," Ilia said. "So if I were to declare you a grass-eating doe bitch and hang up signs around Vale with your face on them saying it was open season on all deer Faunus, and then I went and issued fake hunting tags to any would-be deer hunters out there, that'd be perfectly okay with you and not racist at all, because I'm also a Faunus."
Deery hesitated. "...Okay, that's probably going too far-"
"Hypocrite," Ilia accused.
"Can we focus?" Adam demanded, silencing all of them. "Good. Anyway, we're here to talk about what's important – getting revenge on Blake."
"Is that why we're here?" Yuma asked. "I thought this was about how best to strike against the humans."
"That will come after we've discussed how to get revenge on Blake for being a lying bitch," Adam assured him.
"No offense, bossman, but you've got a problem," Perry said. He held up a candy bar. "Here, eat some chocolate. You're not you when you're hungry."
Adam reluctantly accepted the candy bar and went to open it, only to pause when he saw the label. "Perry?"
"Yes, boss?" Perry asked.
"Why do you have Schnee brand chocolate on you?"
All eyes turned towards Perry, even Trifa's, and he shrank beneath their gaze. "...Uh, I just like chocolate?" he said weakly.
Adam exhaled sharply, then threw the candy bar on the ground and stepped on it with his heel, grinding it down into the carpet. "Need I remind you that we are currently boycotting all Schnee brand products, for obvious reasons?"
"Wait, all Schnee brand products?" Yuma asked.
"Yes, Yuma," Adam said, impatient. "All Schnee brand products."
"How is that supposed to work?" Yuma questioned. "Because they kind of make everything. Hell, we even use Schnee-brand Dust in our weapons."
"Which we steal," Deery pointed out.
"Yeah, but that's not really a boycott, since we're still using Schnee brand stuff."
"That's ridiculous," Trifa deadpanned. "When you're shooting at someone, they are not going to know the difference between Schnee brand Dust and regular Dust."
"But what if they do, though?" Yuma asked. "What if they're a real Dust afficionado who can smell it from a distance and some shit, and right before the bullet hits them and they die, they realize we were hypocrites? That's an eternity of mocking laughter in the afterlife, and I'm not sure I can handle that even when I'm dead."
Adam shook his head. "You're being ridiculous."
"You're all being ridiculous," Trifa said. "Look, can you all please take this somewhere else? I'm sick and you're all not making this any easier on me. I'd appreciate it if you all just went to another fallback spot before you aggravate me any further or get any more chocolate stuck to the carpet."
"What?" Yuma asked, looking down at the floor in surprise, his face falling when he saw the chocolate smeared on the carpet. "Aw, fuck! We're gonna lose our security deposit!"
"Wait, we're actually renting this room?" Perry said, surprised.
"Yes, and it's under my name and my credit!" Yuma answered. "The people who own it are White Fang sympathizers, but they still run a business, you know. I couldn't in all good conscience ask to use one of their rooms as a permanent hideout, so instead I just asked for a good deal on it. But that's not going to matter now because they specifically told me not to fuck with the room, and now there's chocolate stuck to the carpet thanks to Adam."
"Don't look at me," Adam said. "Blame Perry, he's the one who brought Schnee chocolate here."
Perry rolled his eyes. "Oh, fuck right off."
"All of you can fuck right off as far as I'm concerned," Trifa announced, rising to her feet. "I am too sick and too tired to deal with this shit right now. We'll take it from the top some other day."
"Fine, fine," Adam said, clearly in no mood to deal with her. "We'll just head to some back alley somewhere and hope the cops don't find us."
"Please do," Trifa said, herding them all over to the door. "Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to get some fucking sleep already."
With that, she slammed the door behind her, though not without a parting shout of indignation courtesy of Yuma.
"Trifa, the security deposit!"
Trifa said nothing, instead she merely flipped off Yuma through the door as she made her way back to the closet and threw it open. "Sorry about that," she said. "Let me just-"
She reached out to get the webbing off him before stopping, pulling her hand away with a thoughtful hum as a thin smile crossed her face. "Actually, you know what? I think I might be in the mood for a bit of this. Yeah, we can make this work."
Jaune rolled his eyes, but acquiesced, offering no resistance as she began to undress. Once Trifa was down to just her panties, she took Jaune and placed him on the bed, then got on top of him.
"Finally," she breathed. "It's just you and me, and nobody-"
The door suddenly came flying open, and Perry stepped inside. "Hey Trifa, is my scroll in here?"
"Perry!" Trifa screeched, bringing her arms up to cover her bare chest, her face flushing red. "Get the fuck out!"
Perry blanched. "Shit, I'm sor-" His gaze traveled to Jaune, and he blinked in surprise. "...Trifa, why is there a naked human on your bed, and why are you also naked and on top of him?"
Trifa and Jaune exchanged a glance, Trifa flushing even redder than she had been, though not due to embarrassment this time. "...Haha, funny you should mention that, Perry," she began. "You see, it's because-"
"Wait, are you raping a human?" Perry questioned. "I mean, he's all tied up and stuff-"
"Yes!" Trifa said, hurriedly nodding. "Yes, I am, in fact, raping a human. I mean, I figure, why not? They've done it to us plenty over the years, both figuratively and literally. I think a little payback is in order."
Perry shuddered. "I mean, rape is a bridge too far for me – killing someone is one thing, but raping them?" He shook his head. "You're one sick little arachnid, Trifa. Still, get your rocks off, I suppose. I just want no part of it." He looked around again. "Seriously, did I drop my scroll in here?"
"Is it in your pocket?" Trifa asked.
Again, Perry blinked, but he thrust his hand into his pocket regardless, sighing tiredly before pulling it out. "...Yeah, it is. Damn it..."
"Good," Trifa said. "Now leave!"
"Alright, you don't have to shout at me," Perry said, stepping out of the room. "Have fun with your… eugh, your rape, I guess. Sicko."
With that, he shut the door behind him, leaving them alone. This time, Trifa was careful to both lock and deadbolt the door, then look down at Jaune, who gave her a questioning glance.
"I know exactly what you're thinking," she said. "And yes, I agree – they're idiots and I should leave. So, you know what? I think I will. Think there's an open spot at Beacon for me?"
Beneath his spiderweb gag, Jaune couldn't help but grin.
And so, about a week later, it was done. Jaune came strolling into the cafeteria, his arm interlocked with Trifa's, both of them wearing Beacon uniforms. He strode over to the table where all his friends were sitting and sat down next to Pyrrha, Trifa settling into his lap. Instantly, all conversation around the table died, and everyone focused on him.
"Okay, I'll bite," Yang said. "Jaune, who the hell is she?"
"I'm so glad you asked," Jaune said with a grin. "Go on, Trifa. Introduce yourself."
"Hi, everyone," Trifa said with a wave. "I'm Trifa, Jaune's not-so-new girlfriend. I say not-so-new because we've been going steady for a while now."
"Wait, she was real the whole time?" Ruby asked.
"You're Gods-damn right, she was real the whole time," Jaune confirmed. "Now then, let me hear it."
"Hear what?" Weiss asked.
"Oh, nothing much," Jaune specified. "Just an apology from everyone at this table for not believing in me."
They all reluctantly grunted out apologies, and Jaune gave a content sigh. It sure was good to be right.
"Wait, Trifa?" Blake asked, surprised. "Is that you?"
"Blake?" Trifa asked back, raising an eyebrow. "What are you doing here?"
Jaune's grin faded. "Wait, hold up. Why do you two seem so confused about this? I've literally mentioned you both to each other multiple times before."
"We didn't know that for sure," Trifa protested. "It could have been some other Blake."
"Or some other Trifa," Blake added. "Seriously, the odds of you knowing both of us are pretty astronomical. Can you blame us for being surprised?"
"...Yes?" Jaune ventured. "Considering I've used Blake's last name before and specified that Trifa is a spider Faunus to all of you. And if any of you say that there could be another Blake Belladonna or another Trifa the spider Faunus, I'm going to fucking lose it."
"Wait, she's a spider Faunus?" Pyrrha asked, shying away. "Um… no racism intended, I just really, really don't like spiders."
"I feel you," Trifa said. "I also don't like spiders."
"Wait, what?" Jaune asked.
"Yeah, I'm arachnophobic," Trifa specified.
"Trifa, you are a spider. How does that even work?"
"I don't have eight legs and eight eyes, and I also don't liquefy people into paste and suck their insides," she pointed out.
"Debatable," Weiss said. "From what Jaune's told us, you do plenty of sucking."
"Oh, so now you all believe me," he said.
They all ignored him, and Trifa nodded. "Indeed, I do. Not even going to try and act like I don't enjoy doing it, either."
"Wait, hold on," Ren said. "Does this mean we've finally managed to add yet another person to our inane conversation group?"
"It seems like it," Weiss said. "Congrats, Trifa. You're officially one of us."
"That'd feel a lot better if it wasn't coming from you," Trifa said. "I mean, I'm not a part of the White Fang anymore and I no longer hate humans, but you're a Schnee, so..."
"Weiss isn't that bad," Ruby argued. "Sure, she's prickly and all, but she won't brand you or anything like that."
"We'll see about that," Trifa said. "For now, I suggest keeping her away from any hot metal objects, at least when Blake and I are in the room. Also, wow, is this really what you people do all day? Just sit around and have these stupid conversations about nothing?"
"Yes," Pyrrha confirmed.
"...Okay, yeah, this beats the hell out of being in the White Fang. At least here I won't have to fetch some psycho's coffee for him every day."
"No, that's Miss Goodwitch's job," Nora said. "Oh, that reminds me."
She pushed over her carton of milk, letting it splash on the floor, then cleared her throat. "Clean it up, Goodwitch!"
Glynda came into the room, grumbling under her breath as she used her semblance to mop up Nora's spilled milk, then left. Nora looked very proud of the whole thing.
"You know, you can afford to be a bit nicer to her," Jaune said. "She works hard and has to deal with Ozpin all day."
"Yeah, well, she also gave me detention the other day for chewing gum in class," Nora said. "I'm not sorry."
"Wait, you mean I get to order around a human and they just have to do what I say?" Trifa asked, raising an eyebrow out of curiosity.
"No," Nora said. "But you're free to make as big of a mess as you want and then tell Goodwitch in particular to fix it."
Trifa had stars in her eyes. "Beacon is so fucking cool! I'm glad I came here. What do you say we all go break some stuff?"
"Sure, I'm pretty bored," Yang said. "Just don't break anything too expensive or irreplaceable – we don't want to really piss her off, after all."
As everyone else took off to make Glynda's life miserable, Jaune couldn't help but feel like he'd created a monster of some kind.
But hey, Trifa was now at Beacon with him, so he still considered it a massive W.
Man, I love Trifa. I don't even know why, really – it's not like she did anything of note in the show aside from get her ass kicked. But she's got a nice, unique design, and I she's one of those characters where we're shown just enough about her to get an idea of what she's like, but not so much that we can't write our own original backstory for her and stuff like that. There's lots of room to improvise with her, which I really like. Also, she's nominally a villain, and like I've mentioned before, I'm a huge sucker for hero/villain pairings.
Well, that and I just like writing the villains acting like complete goofballs, because it's inherently funny to me. Hence why this chapter turned out the way it did. Sure, I could have done some big showdown with Trifa confronting Adam and demanding to be let out of the White Fang or something… but instead you get Adam freaking out about perfume and Yuma whining about his security deposit, because why not?
I really liked writing for Trifa, to the point where this is probably one of my favorite chapters so far. I'm thinking that I'd like to do a serious fic pairing her and Jaune together in the future at some point specifically because I liked the way they interacted here so much, but that's probably a ways away still, especially because I still have another serious fic that has to be finished, which is… well, it's coming. Eventually.
Next up: a return to the Wild Cards, with what I imagine will be one of the harder ones to get right, but I'll certainly do my best.
Oh, and before I forget: thank you all for the well-wishes when it comes to my job hunt, I really appreciate that. Haven't gotten much of a response yet, but I'm not really in any hurry at the moment, so I'm fine with waiting for a bit.
Next update: Saturday, July 10.