His voice was rough as he whispered in her ear, breath hot as it ghosted across the exposed skin of her slender neck.
"Is this okay?" he asked, his large strong hands resting comfortably atop her delicate shoulders. Weiss felt her skin erupt in goosebumps, her breathing a little uneven as he leaned in even closer, his chest brushing against her back. His scent was a mix of clean soap, something spicy and a general musk, filling her nose and clouding her thoughts.
"Y-Yes," she stuttered. She shivered with each breath he took, her cheeks flushing a healthy rose. Gathering her resolve, she said, "You may begin."
She bit her lip to cage the startled cry that wished to spring free as his aura flowed into her, her body alight. Warmth enveloped her from the top of her head to the tips of her dainty toes, any tension leaving her muscles as a feeling of comfort and energy suffused her entire being. Her stomach swooped, her body feeling light, almost as if she were floating off the ground while her skin felt sensitive, prickly, hyper aware of the way her soft nightgown hugged her lithe body, the fabric sliding deliciously across her skin.
Why was she still in her nightgown? It was wholly inappropriate. Her exposed thighs rubbed together, her nipples tightening almost painfully, twin peaks of pure sensation.
"How does it feel?" his voice murmured quietly, lips brushing the lobe of her ear. A gasp escaped her, her lip pouty from where she had been biting down to muffle herself. Heat gathered in her belly, boiling, begging to be unleashed.
"I-I think I need more," she managed, tongue darting out to sooth her lip.
"Oh?" his hands slowly trailed along her shoulders and down her arms, the hairs at the nape of her neck standing on end. They moved to her back, firm fingers tracing the subtle lines of her muscles, shifting around to cup the slight dips of her ribs. Pure fire filled her lungs, Weiss panting deliriously as he moved lower, rubbing her sides tenderly as his aura continued to amplify her own. He paused at her hips to give them a tender squeeze.
"Ah," she cried softly as his fingers dug in gently, pulling her back until she rested against his front. He was so large, completely dwarfing her, almost surrounding her, touching her everywhere. The hard lines of his chest fit perfectly against her slight frame.
"Perhaps we need more contact?" he asked as her gown rode up, exposing more of her thighs. Her bottom rested perfectly against his pelvis and she could feel everything, the growing hardness and his well muscled thighs. Without thought, she rolled her hips back against him, the rough feeling of his jeans igniting her further. One of his hands moved around to her toned belly, fingers splayed over the spot she had been wounded, while the other dipped down to rub the silky smooth expanse of her thigh.
"Jaune," she hissed. Her eyelashes fluttered, her pulse throbbing between her legs.
"I'm glad you're okay," his lips dragged across her neck and she felt like she might die. With his fingers he traced where there should have been a scar but wasn't – all because of him. She mewled at the feeling, writhing against him. "I didn't want to lose you. I was so scared."
"You didn't," she croaked. "You haven't."
His short nails left a trail of pure desire against her skin as he dragged them up her leg and under her gown. Weiss felt her heart stutter when he found the waistband of her cotton panties, fingers toying with the elastic. Desire choked her.
"Do you think this is enough?" he asked, laying a tender, burning kiss upon her neck. "Do you want to try summoning now?"
She could hardly breathe, her body awash with feeling. Too much feeling, everything hot and heavy and tight. Every shift, every movement had her skin flush, her muscles quivering. The pounding of her heart was deafening in her ears like the rushed beat of a drum. Her body arched, guiding his hand upwards. He cupped one of her small breasts, giving it a firm squeeze, thumb teasing the pert peak through the thin material. The other dipped past the waistband of her underwear.
"I'm ready," she whimpered, almost undone. He was so close, so close, so close... "I'm ready, I'm ready,"
"You are," he growled. His voice then changed, sounding nothing at all like Jaune – but like the lead singer of The Achieve Men. "Show me what you can do, baby, show me how strong you are~! Show me what is love~!"
The loud, familiar lyrics snapped through her and with a jolt, the scene shattered like glass. Ice blue eyes flew open in alarm, her mind filled with panic, body jerking upright in fright as she fought against her blanket. On the bedside table, a scroll blared with song obnoxiously, the screen flashing the time – 6:30am. Fumbling with the device, she quickly snapped it shut, killing the sound.
Ruby grunted from the next bed over, mouth full of pillow, "Wassat?"
Heart still racing, body on fire and hands shaking, Weiss tried to steady her voice, "Nothing, go back to sleep."
"Mm," the girl hummed, twisting in her sheets. Weiss waited with baited breath, a soft snore greeting her ears after a moment, signaling Ruby's descent back into sleep.
Throwing her blanket aside, the white haired girl was assaulted by the strong musk of her desire, a furious blush rising upon her cheeks. Standing on unsteady feet, she was relieved to note that her sheets were damp with sweat and not much else, but a quick hand check told her that her panties were sodden, drenched through.
She'd had a wet dream. A really wet dream.
The thought startled her. She'd never had one of those before.
Neptune had never elicited such a response from her, nor had any of the boys from Atlas, back when she thought that maybe they weren't snakes looking to sink their fangs into her family legacy. If there had ever truly been such a time. She could still feel his hands on her hip, on her breasts, his white hot breath on the skin of her neck. She could still feel his fingers slipping into her panties, agonisingly close but not quite there.
She could still smell him.
Weiss rubbed her hot cheeks, flinching at the way her aching nipples chafed against her gown.
She was turning into a pervert. Her younger self would have been beyond mortified. But she couldn't help but wonder… is that what it really felt like? Such an act of intimacy was well beyond the scope of her experience. She hadn't even had her first kiss yet. The most she could claim was dancing and even then, it had been expected of her, not something she had engaged in of her own desire, even if she had enjoyed the act itself. Had her imagination captured reality? Or was it pure fantasy, something her mind had conjured from things she had read and heard about?
Weiss glared at her scroll. If only she hadn't been interrupted. And what had her alarm been? That ridiculous song from that boy band Yang was so fond of. A song Yang had played on repeat over and over until Weiss felt like she was going to tear her hair out if she ever heard another lyric. The blonde girl had been messing with her scroll again. A feeling of nostalgia washed over her, of their time at Beacon. Who would have thought that something so irritating could make her feel a little happy?
Gathering her clothes, she made for the bathroom. She was light on her feet as she darted down the hall quiet as a mouse. A light was on in the kitchen, the sound of cutlery reaching her ears. Jaune was already awake. The thought made her giddy like some sort of vapid school girl.
"Idiot," she chastised herself. "It's just training. Get yourself under control."
The shower had been recently used, the air thick with moisture and the scents of shampoo and body wash – a familiar smell, Weiss bit her lip, but it was mixed with something else, something fruity. She was quick but thorough, removing all evidence of her nightly indiscretion and dampening the raging inferno within with a spray of ice cold water. Feeling a little more stable and in control, she combed her long, white hair to a sheen before pulling it into her classic side-tail. Refreshed and ready, she stashed her dirty night clothes in the hamper, deep from any prying eyes before making her way to the kitchen, following the smell of bacon and eggs.
Her greeting died in her throat.
"Morning," Yang waved from the table in the dining room, a half eaten piece of toast dangling from her hand. Jaune entered and handed her a mug, the blonde nodding in gratitude. "Thanks."
"What is she doing here?" Weiss demanded instantly. Now she knew where the fruity scent came from.
Yang was dressed much more casually than usual, a simple orange singlet and a pair of black tights, her luscious hair pulled back into a simple messy ponytail, looking like she was about to go for a morning jog. Weiss somehow doubted that was her intention.
"Oh," Jaune looked surprised at her sudden appearance. "Morning, Weiss. Uh, Yang wanted to join us. Three heads are better than two, right?"
First Blake, then Ruby and now Yang. They kept getting in her way. Jaune unlocked his semblance for her – HER. Not them. Yet they were the ones reaping the rewards.
Weiss frowned, shaking her head. She was being childish again.
"Three is definitely better," Yang assured him. "Oh, I think the bacon might be ready."
Jaune darted back into the kitchen.
"You gonna sit or what? Jaune made us breakfast."
Speechless and more than a little peeved, Weiss stomped over and sat down in a huff, attempting to stare a hole in her teammate's big head. If Yang noticed anything amiss, she didn't show it, sipping at her coffee with a hum before devouring her toast.
"He makes a good one," she spoke up, tilting her mug. Weiss glared. "He sure knows how to treat a girl. He might make a good wife for someone one day."
"You don't usually wake up so early," Weiss accused, crossing her arms beneath her modest bust. It was well known on their team that Yang tended to sleep in if not roused by her sister and leader.
"Urgh, tell me about it," Yang said with a groan. "A girl needs her beauty sleep, right? But Jaune said this is the time you guys agreed upon – crazy, if you ask me."
"Simply ludicrous, I agree wholeheartedly. If you are feeling tired, perhaps you should go back to bed," Weiss smiled, showing her teeth. "I'll let Jaune know, you needn't worry. He will understand."
"Not a chance," she waved the suggestion aside. "I'm awake now and you guys sold me on it. I need to test the goods, see if they are as good as you lot say," she gave a sly little wink at that. "I'm feeling a little left out."
Weiss had said nothing of the sort – it had been all Ruby and Blake. Them and their stupid big mouths.
Jaune chose that moment to return, carrying their breakfast in. Weiss seethed quietly as he placed her plate down, though his small smile was enough to sooth her ire somewhat. Any awkwardness that may have developed on account of her dream had been blasted away by Yang's unexpected invasion. Annoyance had triumphed over embarrassment.
"Thank you, Jaune," she said genuinely despite the very real urge to kick her teammate in the shin.
"Would you like some coffee or tea? We only have tea bags, though."
It was sweet of him to ask – and he evidently knew she liked leaves over those mass produced horrors that most everyone else used. Had Ruby told him or was it something he remembered from Beacon? She shook her head. "No, thank you. This is more than enough."
"Smellin' good," Yang praised, pulling her plate closer when he set it down. "I could get used to this."
Weiss couldn't help but agree. The eggs were scrambled just right, light and fluffy, seasoned to perfection – and was that a hint of cheese? Delicious. Likewise, the bacon was crisp and crunchy but not burnt, the slender strips breaking apart easily with each bite. He had also prepared more toast, Weiss eagerly slathering it with butter and plucking a jar of jam from the center of the table. It was a cheap brand, they couldn't afford to be picky as their finances weren't exactly stellar, and yet it was on the right side of sweet to follow up the salty bacon.
Yes, she could get very used to this.
"Top marks," Yang smacked her lips together, patting her belly. "Thanks, Jaune."
"No problem," he collected their plates after finishing his own meal. "Meet you outside?"
As Jaune attended to clean up, Weiss followed her teammate out into the yard. Qrow had repaired the damage the best he could the night before. The ground no longer contained the Ruby and Jaune sized ditch but the broken guard rail was still a thing. They would need extra wood to repair it and repair it they would.
Yang began stretching, body shifting side to side as she worked her sides and shoulders. The morning air was cool, crisp, the sun peaking through the towering peaks as it rose in the east. The sound of a city waking up reached them, the hooves of horses clip-clopping against cobble stone paths alongside the rumbling sounds of laden ox drawn carts as they prepared for market. A couple of airships passed overhead, their fin-like sails sweeping through the air as they drifted about the city on patrol.
The pair took a moment to admire the view. Having arrived by portal, they had not seen much of Mistral. Other than their current place of residence, they'd ventured out only to Haven Academy – the rest of the city was a mystery.
"Ever been to Mistral before?" Yang asked, performing a few squats. "Like – with your family, I mean."
Weiss shook her head. "No. I always desired to visit but my father would never take us with him when he traveled here on business. In part, I think it had to do with the White Fang. Their presence on Anima is much more pronounced and so their threat could not be ignored – but more so, I suspect he probably enjoyed having prolonged time away from us."
Yang grimaced. "Sorry, I didn't mean to bring up a sore subject."
Weiss shrugged. "No harm done."
Her family dynamics would remain a constant sore point in her life but she was over letting it get her down. She had her sister – and she had her team. Not just her team, she quickly amended. Ren, Nora and Jaune.
Her friends. Her family.
She wasn't alone. Not anymore.
"So," Yang called boisterously as Jaune stepped outside. "You ready to fill me up, champ?"
"Yang," Weiss snapped. "Don't be so crude."
Jaune gave an awkward smile and chose to get down to business, "How do you want to do this? Your semblance – it absorbs kinetic energy and unleashes it, right?" When she nodded, he continued, "How does that work, exactly? Do you feel how much energy you have stored? Do you have a rough idea what an average punch gives you?"
"I think so. I mean every punch is different, some are stronger than others and give me more juice but a typical punch from the average person works out to be about the same. I can feel how much power I've absorbed and roughly know what I can do with it. A bit like an instinct, I guess."
Jaune hummed, rubbing his chin. "Okay, so I was thinking about it a bit and thought we could see if amplification might increase the conversion rate. Get more out of less, that sort of thing and then we can go from there. You follow?"
Yang looked surprised but gave another nod. "Yeah, sounds like a plan."
Weiss felt like she should be miffed at how the two decided to dive right into it without her – this was meant to be her time, after all, Yang was just an interloper – but she wasn't, intrigued at this focused, serious Jaune Arc she had only ever seen glimpses of in the past. She had never pegged him as particularly studious or interested in the finer workings of aura and semblance, yet he had quickly identified a starting point in which to experiment. Most people would have been interested in the increase in output, an obvious choice and Weiss suspected something Yang was very interested in testing out. It was no secret that the blonde took pride in being a bit of a powerhouse. Jaune, however, was more interested in how his semblance could affect input but more specifically, the rate of conversion. Yang had once been able to shatter the arm of a mech by using its own considerable force against it. But if she could replicate that feat of strength but by converting much less kinetic force, it would make her semblance magnitudes more powerful and deadly.
Trading blows with Yang was already a bad idea. Jaune's semblance could turn a bad idea into a death wish.
He had been the same with Blake, she realised. Focusing on how substantial they could make her clones, not on how many they could create. They were both useful applications of her semblance, fulfilling different roles and opening up varying strategies. But Weiss could see how most people could get caught up on quantity over quality, swarming tactics over a more precise approach.
"Weiss," Jaune suddenly called.
"Yes?"
"I need you to punch Yang."
Weiss felt her lips curl up against her will, "Gladly."
Jaune gave her a curious look but didn't comment, turning to Yang. "We'll test how much power you receive from her punch without my semblance and then with it, okay?"
Yang nodded, looking amused as Weiss started stretching her arms and shoulders. "Cool. Though I doubt I'll feel a thing – she is a bit of light weight."
Weiss bared her teeth.
Jaune watched patiently as Weiss adopted a very technical punching stance she had memorized over countless hours of reading and training, arms raised and feet apart, body angled slightly away from Yang. She wasn't one for fighting with her bare hands like some sort of barbarian but it didn't mean she hadn't learnt how to throw a punch if need be. Yang snickered in response.
"Can I hit her in her dumb face?" Weiss asked sweetly.
"Try it, shorty."
"Uh," Jaune searched for something to say. "She can block it. It still works if you block, right?"
Yang nodded.
Weiss took a steadying breath before stepping forward, shoulders turning and weight shifting forward into a picture perfect punch. Yang caught the blow on her arms, the taller girl taking a surprised step back as her aura flared lightly.
"Huh," Yang looked impressed. "You hit harder than you look."
"And how do I look, exactly?"
"People on the internet would call you smol."
Weiss glowered.
Before the former heiress could go for the throat, Jaune stepped forward and placed one of his hands on Yang's shoulder. White aura suffused his hand and flowed across her body, turning a pale yellow as her aura responded. A startled gasp escaped her lips, her shoulders squaring up as she straightened, her impressive bust thrust out.
"Woah," she said happily, a large smile crossing her face. "That feels awesome."
She gave her arms an experimental flex.
"You're up, Weiss."
Resetting her stance, she stepped forward and struck out. Yang blocked again, though this time she didn't rock back, her aura flashing brightly. Weiss grimaced, shaking her hand and rubbing her smarting knuckles – this time it felt like she'd punched a brick wall.
"Holy cow," Yang exclaimed.
"What? What happened?" Jaune asked worriedly.
She ignored him. "Weiss, summon something – quick!"
Weiss didn't even think about refusing, hearing the urgency in her teammate's voice. Calling upon her summoning glyph, the snowflake rotated rapidly as a large Beowolf crawled free. The white-light Grimm growled and gnashed its teeth. Yang stepped toward it and raised her fist, as if she were about to throw a punch, her hair igniting in a crackle of flame and eyes blazing red. Much to their surprise, however, she gently rapped her knuckles on the Grimm's head, more a playful tap than anything.
It was anything but.
The Grimm heeled as if struck by a punishing blow, the summoned creature staggering to the side and collapsing under the force. It flailed awkwardly, its body flaking away in motes of white light before nothing remained.
It was almost comical.
Yang gave a hoot, pumping her fist. "Oh man, that was sick!"
Jaune looked stunned. "That… worked better than I thought it would."
"How much more energy did you receive?" Weiss asked after a moment, curious.
"A little more than double," Yang revealed, her flaming hair dying down, her eyes once more a soft lilac. "But it felt different."
"Different?" Jaune questioned.
"Yeah – like even though it was double, it felt like I could do a lot more with it then I normally could, you know? If that was a real Grimm, I'm pretty sure I just broke its face," she looked at her hand with a big smile, "I guess it really does amplify everything."
"Do we know how long the amplification lasts?" Weiss asked. "After you break contact, I mean."
Jaune shook his head. "I don't know why but it seems to vary. Even when everything is the same," he gave Weiss a curious look. "How long did it last with you?" His voice was lowered, sounding grave, "When you fought against Hazel?"
There was something telling in his voice but Weiss was unable to decipher it.
"Over a minute," she revealed with certainty. "Possibly two."
"That was longer than anytime with Blake," Jaune frowned. "What about you, Yang?"
Yang clenched and unclenched her mechanical hand, "I think I used it all up when I punched the Grimm."
The question was why did the times vary so much? Weiss thought the answer was obvious.
Hands on hips, she puffed out her modest chest. "So it worked best for me? As a member of the Schnee family, I suppose this is to be expected."
Yang frowned. "Come again?"
"Genetics. Superior genetics. I have that which the others lack," she explained pompously. "Such strong breeding would, of course, bring about the best results. High class aura, the pinnacle of semblance – I think to best use our time, Jaune should focus on amplifying myself."
"I can see a place or two where those genetics are inferior," Yang snipped, very obviously looking at Weiss' chest.
Weiss scowled. "Only a simpleton would associate size with superiority. Excessive fat is only a sign of-"
"Excessive fat?" Yang spluttered angrily, cutting off her teammate. "Excuse me? Just because you have the figure of someone still trapped in the early stages of puberty doesn't mean-"
"How dare you!"
"I'm not the one who-"
"Take that back right now-"
"Geez, can't you brats take this somewhere else?" a grouchy voice called. Qrow hobbled out into the yard looking like he had gone twelve rounds with a bottle of bourbon and lost. "You're loud enough to wake the dead."
"I am simply explaining to your bloated niece that I have a certain standard of bloodline that she lacks," Weiss said imperiously, ignoring that Qrow was Yang's uncle and shared blood ties.
"And all I'm doing is pointing out the ways she is lacking as a woman," Yang emphasised this by crossing her arms beneath her breasts and exaggerating their size. Qrow shot Yang a look of disgust before glancing Jaune's way. The blond shrugged with a hopeless look on his face.
"Riiiight. And I'm sure you needed to do this first thing in the morning."
"We were training with Jaune's semblance. He charged me up to see how it would interact with-"
"Woah, woah," Qrow cut her off. "Right, new rule. No more training out here in the yard."
Weiss looked like someone had spit in her face.
"What?" Weiss snapped. "I thought the whole point of this down time was to train. Jaune needs to put—we need to work together to discover his potential."
She very nearly stomped the ground in petulant anger but restrained herself at the last moment, settling for a glare.
Qrow looked at her curiously. "Can it, Ice Queen. After that stunt yesterday, Oz decided it would be better for you lot to use the rooms at Haven for training. With Leo gone and the other professors absent, the place is empty. We practically have free reign of the place while the police conduct their investigation."
Weiss felt her cheeks redden.
"V-Very well. I accept these new arrangements."
"Now scram," Qrow made a shooing motion with his hands. "I'm not the only one you woke up – that black cat partner of yours looks to be in a foul mood."
Yang grimaced.
Foul might not have been the right word but Blake was definitely something. She was seated at the dining room table, her hair a mess and eyes half-lidded as she stared at the wall. Her head would bob every few seconds, only for her body to jerk and straighten in alarm. She didn't even notice them enter, though when she finally did recognize their presence after Yang tentatively called out, she looked ready to murder someone.
Maybe foul was the right word after all.
"Coffee," she growled, amber eyes digging into her partner.
"Right," Yang said.
"Black," Blake continued roughly.
"Right, right, black coffee, coming right up," Yang trudged into the kitchen leaving Jaune and Weiss with one pissed off cat faunus. Qrow had remained out in the yard.
"Sorry," Jaune apologised sheepishly.
Blake settled for a glare.
"Uh, are you feeling hungry?" he asked slowly. "I could make you some breakfast. You know, that is if you want…"
The glare lessened.
"That... would be great," Blake muttered. "Thank you."
"Right – scrambled eggs and bacon sound good?" When she nodded, Jaune turned to Weiss and gave her a smile, "keep her company?"
Weiss watched in betrayal as he fled into the kitchen without waiting for a response, leaving her alone with her catty teammate. Weiss met Blake's mulish look with a sigh, lamenting another missed opportunity to train with Jaune.
Something was seriously not right. Was having some alone time with her former classmate really too much to ask for? She needed to find a way to get him alone so it was just the two of them with no distractions and no pesky, nosy teammates to get in the way. Or cantankerous, boozed up huntsmen, for that matter. Then and only then would she get to experience his hands on her slim body once again.
In the name of training, of course.
AN: So yeah, a bit of insanity mixed with a sprinkle of seriousness. It is cool to think about how Jaune's semblance can react with others and what they might be capable of with his aura backing them up. I still haven't watched volume 7 but a friend of mine has and told me some interesting things about Jaune's semblance. Like the fact that he can apparently use it on himself to amplify the rate in which his aura recharges. I can't believe that still isn't listed on the RWBY wiki with how busted and important that fact is.
Jaune cannot run out of aura. Not just because he has a lot of it, either. Not unless he is dealt with in one shot, like when the giant mech punched Nora and Jaune used his semblance to protect her. Even then he seemingly was okay minutes later. That is simply crazy.
As this is primarily a humor story, expect some more silliness. Will Weiss ever get her chance to shine?