Jaune's heart was pounding like a thousand tiny drums in one small parade in his chest as he gingerly stepped through the door to his apartment. It had taken all night for it to sink in finally. Even when he'd gone through the horrendously awkward experience of buying contraceptives, Jaune was merely going through the motions in a dreamlike haze. He still could barely believe what he was about to do with the woman he loved so much.
Speaking of which, Ruby was waiting for him; sat on the couch with her knees drawn up to her chest, watching late-night cartoons. He'd left a while ago, and the drug store had been more crowded than expected. In waiting for his return, she'd changed into something more comfortable, by the look of it. Gone was her form-fitting and stunning red dress, replaced by one of Jaune's t-shirts, which was very obviously a few sizes too big for her. It should have bothered him that she'd rooted through his stuff and worn his clothes without asking, but he couldn't bring himself to be upset for some reason.
More than likely, it was the fact that she looked so good dressed like that - a combination of cute and sexy that perfectly encapsulated Ruby.
Taking a deep breath, he strode into the living area, plastic grocery bag in hand. "I'm back," he said, with all the false confidence he could muster. He tried his best to keep his cool and not start shaking.
Ruby smiled as he entered; she didn't appear to be suffering from any of the nerves that he was. However, Jaune had known Ruby Rose for years and knew that she was probably screaming her head off inside. "Hey," she waved a few fingers. "Hope you don't mind, but I raided your closet. I just had to get out of that... thing."
Jaune chuckled as he looked down to notice the dress discarded on the floor. "It's okay, so long as you return the favor one day." She stared at him for a minute, a confused smile on her lips. When laughter eventually bubbled out, he had to ask, "What?"
"Well," she giggled. "I was gonna say that I don't think any of my stuff would fit you, but I can't. I've seen you in a dress."
Jaune couldn't help but laugh at the memory as well. The big dance at Beacon that everyone who was anyone went to. That night, he and Ruby had bonded over punch, looking out at their teammates having fun with each other. Neither of them had a date, but they really didn't care. It was just pleasant to hang out with friends.
Then Pyrrha had arrived, to the surprise of everyone, alone. No one had asked her to accompany them, and thus she'd had to go stag. That hadn't been allowed to stand. Jaune had promised her that if she didn't get a date, he'd wear a dress. Well... an Arc always keeps his word.
That had been a good time. An innocent time, back when all Jaune had cared about was staying in Beacon, failing to flirt with Weiss, and getting strong enough to finally beat Cardin in a spar. Things were simpler back then. There was no ancient evil they had to fight. No risk of imminent death every day. They were, all of them, still kids, and they hadn't yet lost that little bit of blissful ignorance. A hope for the future that they'd all have their happy ending.
Jaune looked to Ruby as he thought, I think I've found mine. The beautiful mirrored eyes of his girlfriend gazed back at him. Her crimson lips were pulled into a smile that conveyed all the love she felt for him. He wondered what went through that head of hers to bring the faintest dusting of pink to her cheeks.
He placed a hand on her bare knee. "I love you," he smiled.
Ruby blushed and scooted closer to him on the couch, leaning into his side. "I love you, too, Jaune." Jaune instantly felt her warmth radiate over him, like a comforting blanket or stuffed toy to a child. Stretching her neck, she kissed him on the lips. It was a pleasant and soothing touch, and it left him craving more. She tasted like strawberries and the remnants of chocolate, her lips her soft and warm, and he had to fight to resist the urge to lick his own.
A sudden wave of eagerness came over him, and Jaune lifted her up slightly. He repositioned himself such that Ruby was once again, laid atop his chest. She let out a quiet, breathy chuckle as he pulled her in closed, their noses almost touching tips. Not an hour ago, they were in this same situation, posed at a crossroads. One choice was the safest - the road he'd traveled a hundred times before. Never take a risk, and you won't be hurt. But right now, Jaune felt only disgust at the thought of turning away this chance. He stared at Ruby, those big silver eyes brimming with an unspoken question.
A glint of determination in his eyes, Jaune stated, "I'm ready to prove it."
Ruby hummed with delight as his mouth locked with hers. Instantly, a war began between the pair's tongues - each vying for control of the space between them. Jaune's hands roved across her form; one settled at the nape of her small neck, while its twin found a home on the small of her back, pulling her ever closer to him until no light could be found betwixt the two lovers.
Even if Jaune was winning the fight for dominance of the deep kiss, Ruby still managed to make him falter, just a little. While he kept his hands in well-traveled and moderately safe areas, she was much braver. He couldn't stop the slight flinch that came as a result of feeling her begin to undo the buttons of his dress shirt. Grabbing his collar, she hoisted them up and pulled the sleeves down his arms. She then wasted not a second in ripping the white undershirt over his head, baring his chiseled torso to open air.
Jaune's head impacted the couch cushions with a muffled thud, and they were back to their regularly-scheduled face-hugging within nano-seconds. Ruby's palms were warm and relaxing as they roamed his chest, feeling every crease, every valley. She left no inch of skin untouched in her explorations and paid extra special attention to the few scars he'd earned over his career as a hunter. The claw marks on his shoulder, the few circular spots where bullets had been stopped by his aura, but still broken the skin on impact; these were visible, yes, and painful reminders of screwups in his past.
The one mark Ruby actually stopped to feel in its entirety, however, held much more meaning and even value. Running diagonally from his left pectoral to his right hip, a long thin slash served as a trophy. He'd acquired it during his and Ruby's final confrontation with Cinder Fall. The super-powered fall maiden struck him with a blade forged from pure fire and magic. Clean through his aura, armor, clothing, it had cut, nearly ending his life. But like so many times before, Ruby had been there to help him to his feet. Now, Jaune considered the scar a token of the bond he shared with her - one of the few things he treasured.
Jaune gasped for breath when Ruby's face unclasped from his. He looked at her in confusion, expecting to see her in much the same state, just coming up for air. Instead, he was greeted by the top of her head; she began kissing her way down across his chest. Her lips danced over his skin, following the scar, stopping briefly to give another few extra pecks over his heart. When she reached the mark's end at his side, she did not stop, merely turned right back around and made her way back up.
Panting wildly, and with an animalistic look in her eyes, Ruby then gripped her hands behind Jaune's head and made to roll them over so that he was on top of her. However, in the frenzy of emotions and hormones, both of them forgot that they were on a couch and not a bed. That is until they both hit the hard floor rather abruptly. It didn't seem to phase her much, though; as she immediately reached out and began frantically messing with Jaune's belt buckle, trying to undo it.
The sudden rush of her hands in such a... sensitive area sent a shock through Jaune's body. Nerve endings tingled, and he found himself yearning to feel it again. At the same time, knowing what was about to happen brought the tiniest voice of reason to his otherwise clouded mind. A question made him act.
Did he really want his first time experiencing this fantastic thing with Ruby to be in the middle of his living room floor? No. No way in hell was he letting this monumental event go without him attempting to make more than that.
Before Ruby was able to finish unclasping his pants, Jaune brought a surprised gasp from her by scooping her up in his arms. She was a very lightweight person, but still not as light as her size suggested due to the muscle-mass that all hunters put on. As such, his own muscles flexed against her as he stood. Her long legs hooked around his waist, just as her hands did the same behind his neck. Jaune fought but eventually failed to avoid blushing at the heat and wetness he felt pressed against his stomach between her legs.
Wavering down ever so slightly, Jaune gradually staggered his way around the table while Ruby hungrily kissed his face. He then began the treacherous walk towards his bedroom. Despite living there for nearly a year now, Jaune found it incredibly challenging to navigate the small apartment with his girlfriend's writhing body latched to his torso. It took a while, with many accidental collisions with various walls and doorframes, but eventually, he found the right door and kicked it open. Broken doorknob be damned, he made the final few steps toward the bed and literally dropped the two of them into it.
Ruby gasped and chuckled groggily as she hit the mattress, already crawling for him with a needy look in her eye. Jaune blushed again as he caught a glimpse of the black panties she wore as she stretched her legs to straddle him. Ruby, obviously having caught him staring, winked as she leaned down to plant a quick, chaste kiss on his nose. In any other scenario, it would have been the most innocent and sweet gesture. But now, with her most private regions hovering so close to his, and the raw tide of emotions rushing through them, it was the very opposite. That single touch brought a heady, dirty feeling, and caused a shiver to run up Jaune's spine.
This was not the same Ruby he'd met in Beacon's courtyard. Nor was it even the same one who had been fumbling with her words over dinner a few hours ago.
This... this was someone else entirely.
Jaune breath hitched, and he watched in awe as Ruby leaned back and wound her slender fingers into the folds of the t-shirt she stole. With agonizing slowness, she pulled the veil up; Jaune's heart beat faster with every inch of flesh exposed. Goosepimples covered Ruby's toned stomach as the coolness of the room washed over her skin. The rose-red bra that covered her chest's beautiful treasures had him sweating. Even the way her dark locks fell back down as she pulled the shirt off and cast it aside was torturous.
It was like an ice-pick in his chest when her hands slowly snaked their way around her back. Jaune imagined her thumbing the clasps of her bra, then his thoughts were shattered when her arms came back and crossed under her breasts. The motion, combined with the way she shrugged her shoulders, accentuated her bust and made him suck in air through clenched teeth, but the devilish grin she wore made him worry.
Ruby's hands were on the move again, fingers splayed out as they crept over her chest and down her stomach. Her face morphed, her silver eyes became lidded and bit down lightly on her bottom lip. The tips of her fingers danced and teased with the elastic waist of her underwear. She hooked one thumb underneath and gently tugged downward, exposing the smallest bit of skin and a hint of what lay further down. The more she pulled, the more heat Jaune felt in his cheeks. He didn't even blink as she tugged enough to give the barest glimpse of a small patch of dark curls.
The snap of elastic on skin snapped him out of his trance, however. Confused and actually quite annoyed, Jaune looked up to see that same evil smile on Ruby's face.
"What was -?" he began, only to find a finger shushing him.
Ruby leaned in close, Jaune nearly whimpered at the feeling of her breasts pushed up against him. Looking straight into his eyes, she kissed his nose, the same as the first, and just as intoxicating. With a grin, she whispered, "I think you should go first."
Jaune wanted to scream. No fucking way was this his Ruby. Gone was the sweet girl who could barely talk to strangers without melting into a blubbering puddle. She had been abducted by aliens and replaced with this evil, torturous, sexual deviant.
He loved her.
Eager to get to the prize that laid in his near future, Jaune immediately started undoing buttons and zippers and all the other things that made pants stay on. Nearly ripping the buttons off and jamming the fly while trying to work around the big annoyance that lay beneath, he finally kicked the garments off his legs. All the while, Ruby sat on her knees, hands in her lap, an innocent smile adorning her face like she had no idea why he was so frustrated.
Before he could start on his boxers, she had crawled closer. In one motion, Ruby placed her palm on Jaune's chest and pushed him onto his back. Jaune watched as that same hand slid down and grabbed his waistband, joined by its twin right after. Not quite as slowly as she had with her shirt, but just as exciting, she pulled the underwear down his legs and let free the beast.
Despite all her teasing before, a little bit of the Ruby he knew still managed to slip past her facade. Jaune caught the way her eyes lit up ever so slightly at the sight of him springing forth. He saw how her hand timidly crept up to it and hesitated. She glanced at him, meeting his gaze, and smiled. It wasn't the adoring one she'd had on when he'd returned. Nor was it the depraved look she'd worn for the last while. It was somewhere in the middle, and it told him just how happy she was to be where she was.
"Well," she hummed, "guess it's my turn, huh?"
Jaune stared as she reached around her back and undid the clasp of her bra. Ruby glanced at him and paused for a moment, lowering her hands slightly; however, she chuckled as she saw him flinch and followed through. The way the garment went slack told it was for real, and as it slipped down her arms, he was petrified.
Jaune had seen breasts before, whether in dirty magazines, his friends found, or online. But none of those even compared to what was in front of him right now. None of those pictures or videos had inspired the awe that overtook him. Perfect, that was the only way he could even describe them. Ruby had always been of smaller stature, and her breasts echoed that fact. They were just the right size and shape to match her body, each with a flawlessly placed nipple. Not too big to make her look topheavy or uneven; neither were they smaller than she should have. In Jaune's mind, she was perfectly proportioned.
She wasn't done, though. Ruby sat up on her knees and dragged her black panties down her legs. It looked like... fruit, honestly - sort of reminiscent of a kiwi or peach with a groomed tuft of dark fuzz above. It the dim light of the bedroom, it was faint, but Jaune could barely make out the soft shimmer of moisture around her groin.
Perfect. That's what Ruby was. Was the term overused? Sure. Accurate? Definitely. Jaune was in total awe as his eyes wandered over her naked body.
"So?" Ruby questioned, a sultry lilt in her voice. "You like what you see?"
Jaune didn't even know how to words anymore. Let alone answer a question coherently. "I, uh... I... yeah."
She let slip a soft, breathy chuckle that made the hairs on Jaune's neck standing on end. His chest rose and fell rapidly as Ruby crawled toward him, gently pressing him back into the bed's ruffled blankets. Her crimson-tipped locks tickled his chin as she laid a volley of kisses on his chest, moving ever so slowly up his neck and to his lips. Her tongue glided across his lips and cheek before she stopped to look deep into his eyes.
"Jaune?" she said quietly.
Jaune gulped. His heart was hammering in the back of his throat. "R-Ruby?"
"Are you ready for this?"
As nervous as he was, he still wasted not a moment in nodding decisively. Words could not make it to his mouth, but he was ready. Posed on the brink of the most significant event in his life, Jaune Arc was prepared to take the leap with Ruby. Any consequences that came about, they'd face together, he was sure of it. After this, they'd be closer than ever before, were that even possible.
At his answer, Ruby herself nodded, kissed him one more time, and leaned back. Her bare chest was heaving, same as his, as she rose up on her knees and positioned herself above him. At once, both their hands moved to steer him right, as it were. Their fingers met at his base and forced them to pause yet again. Silver eyes met azure, and consent was had from both parties, one final look before the pact was made.
Jaune heard Ruby whisper as his eyes slid shut, "Here goes nothing."
That first touch was electrifying. Jaune's tip met the unspeakable hotness of her skin, and he felt every muscle in his body contract and tighten at the contact. Ruby seemed, wasn't feeling any different; her breaths were labored and lilted with near-silent moans, even as he pressed less than an inch into her. A pained whine escaped her at the sense of him creeping another little bit. She had half engulfed the helmet-shaped top, and Jaune could already feel her inner walls tightening around him.
Her fingers gripped the scant hairs on his chest as she steeled herself to push onward. Ruby hissed through gritted teeth and slowly moaned at the sensation he caused her. The muscles down below flexed around the new intrusion; with a sharp gasp, she crested the broadest part of him and fully received the cap. Already she was panting for air, and sweat covered her body in a magnificent sheen.
After a brief recovery, Ruby composed herself and set to gracefully rising and falling, each movement steadily taking more of his length in. Every subtle shift in her pose sent a wave of pleasure through Jaune and forced and low grunt or groan out.
He could have laid there, unmoving, for eternity, but he soon realized that he wasn't contributing in the slightest. Ruby, up to this point, had been taking all the initiative and driving them forward. Even now, he was still, while she gradually took more of him in. While he could see and hear that was giving her no small amount of pleasure, he felt somewhat responsible for making her feel even better.
Gingerly, he snaked his hands, palms open and fingers spread, up her thighs. One stopped, and his thumb gently stroked the flesh around her entrance. His very touch caused her to flinch and buck against his hand, and for a moment, he considered moving away. However, the sounds Ruby was making and the way she leaned into him, had Jaune continuing. He gently caressed her skin, his calloused thumb brushing through her soft curls and pressing lightly in the sensitive spot he knew lay beneath. It was strange, and also very arousing that he even felt himself gliding into and out of her through her skin.
"Oh... hah... Jaune," Ruby mewled from above. "I... I love that."
Well, by the Brothers, he sure as hell wasn't going to stop, then. His finger kept a perpetual motion, circling the same spot while pressing in gently. Presently, Ruby nearly slipped entirely to his base and began rolling her hips, pulling him in and out, over and over again. Each rotation rocked Jaune to his core and did much the same to her. Neurons popped, and the fingers on his free hand squeezed the soft flesh of Ruby's behind. She moaned and gasped incoherently with each time he thrust into her furthest depths. Ruby's mouth hung open, face frozen in magical euphoria, even as her lower lips tightened around Jaune.
He heaved as their tempo gradually began increasing, clouding his mind and ripping apart any hope of intelligible thought. The world around them faded into nothingness. There was no time, no others existed but them. Jaune, Ruby, and the awesome love between them was all that there was. Together, two were becoming one, all other thought, memory, or worry fled from both their minds.
Wanting nothing more than to feel his lover more, Jaune's hand skimmed up Ruby's toned stomach. Savoring every inch of flawless skin, he crept ever upward. She let loose a quiet moan the instant his fingertips touched the object of his grasp. Ruby's breast was astonishing how it seemingly molded itself to his hand; it was soft and squishy but also filled right back out wherever he pressed. Clearly, he wasn't the only one that enjoyed the experience, for Ruby leaned into his hand, filling his palms entirely with soft, pillowy, flesh. She let out a faint cry as his thumb brushed over her erect nipple. The touch was so electrifying and pleasurable that she grabbed the back of his hand and pushed him against her chest.
Ruby nearly fell forward as she smashed her lips into his, her moans of delight muffled and mixed with his own. Their tongues merged and wrestled with one another, dancing and playing within their cheeks. As Ruby's hot, frantic breath washed over his face, Jaune felt the all too familiar rise of passion inside him. It was nearing that marvelous, cresting time.
She wasn't too far off either by the feel of it. The bucking of her hips against Jaune's had reached and desperate and wild pace. Moans and grunts that before were interspersed with gasps for breath had now united into one long, pleading cry.
"Ja... Oh, gods! Jaune!" Ruby babbled into his neck. Her nails dug into his skin, the slight pain somehow amplifying the exhilaration he was experiencing. Unlike her, Jaune was unable to even get that many words out to voice his feelings. Instead, his reply came as a string of sharp breaths and heavy grunts.
Within a few seconds that seemed hours to them, that fabled moment arrived. It struck Ruby first, her back arched, and out came her loudest cry yet. It was very nearly a scream, and, had he been in the right mind, Jaune would have worried about the neighbors overhearing. Every muscle across her body contracted and tightened, locking him into a prison where Ruby herself was the cage.
The sensation of her climaxing on him, pushed Jaune over the edge. Sparks flashed in his vision, even though his eyes were fused shut. His teeth clenched so hard they might have cracked. The release was unlike any he'd ever felt before - like that first time, amplified a million times over. Jaune's brain melted into jelly, and his body went numb as he thrust wave after wave of seed out, filling Ruby up with hot passion.
The rush of euphoria held them for ages. For a while, the only sound audible was their combined panting and racing hearts. Sweat poured down their bodies in torrents, soaking them, and the bedsheets under them. Ruby's head fell groggily and rested against his chest, her dark hair tickling his nose. Inside her still, Jaune's arms found what little strength they could and wrapped around her back, slowly stroking up and down her perspiring form.
They laid like that for a while. Jaune wasn't sure how long, but long enough for his heartbeat to slow and his head to clear. Silence had enveloped the room, and he glanced down, taking in Ruby's full beauty once more. Her breath was even and soft as she rested atop him. Her slender fingers drew circles around on his chest, tracing one of his scars.
Ruby was eventually the one to break them out of the quiet peace with a light sigh. "Wow," she breathed.
"Yeah," Jaune agreed. "That was... I don't even know what to call that."
She raised her head and stared at him, eyes half-lidded. A hand came up to rest on his cheek. "I do," she said. "That was love." She kissed his lips with a smile. "I love you, Jaune Arc."
Jaune couldn't help the grin that fell on his face as Ruby rolled over and nuzzled up to his side. Any worry that once plagued his mind was gone, washed away by his love for the beautiful woman in his arms. Not an hour ago, he'd been paralyzed by fear of the unknown future. Now, all he could think about was Ruby Rose, and how unbelievably in love he was.
"You're amazing, Ruby," he sighed. "You look amazing, you sound amazing, everything you are and do is just amazing." Sure it wasn't his most original compliment, but it got the point across.
Ruby chuckled. It was a light thing, but it set Jaune's skin to tingling as the vibrations traveled between them. "You know, with your way with words, I'm shocked Weiss never took you up on any of your offers." The gentle tease was enough to bring a little red to his face. "I mean, really, with things like 'amazing' and 'snow angle,' it's a wonder you were single long enough for me to grab you."
Jaune could say or do nothing to refute her jeers. "Okay, so I'm not the best flirt in the world," he conceded, giving her a small squeeze. "My point is, I've never been happier than right now. I love you, Ruby. More than anything in this world or any other."
A minute went by, then that minute turned to two, and eventually, he was no longer able to track the time. A comfortable quiet took them once more. Usually, Jaune hated when a conversation dropped off, but he couldn't see any reason to mind at the moment. That was what amazed him about Ruby the most - just the way her very proximity was enough to relax and settle him. After a while, he felt his arm start to tingle as it lost blood-flow and fell asleep. However, he couldn't bring himself to move and disturb Ruby. Jaune could feel her dozing off in his embrace. Her grip on him loosened, breath slowed, and she snuggled up even closer yet.
It wasn't long before sleep came for him as well. That night, Jaune slept better than he had in years. The comfort Ruby gave was like that of his teddy bear as a child. A soft, warm presence like no other hugged into his side.
So, there we have it. Jaune and Ruby's first time together. As far as sex scenes go, I think this is one of my better ones - not an overwhelming amount of cheesy dialogue or explicit descriptions of anatomy, and more focus on feeling and emotion.
Now, I could go into a huge discussion on this chapter, however, I don't want this AN to be too long. I'll go over just the bare minimum here.
Some people may want to cry OOC over this, and I completely understand. Do I think Ruby would be the kind to tease and act all seductive in the bedroom? No, not really. However, the way I've written her here kind of justifies it a little. Look back; in all of the romantic situations the two have been in, Ruby's been the one to take the initiative and make the first move. By that pattern, she would be the one to start interactions of a sexual nature.
As for her behavior, think of it this way:
Ruby's a younger sibling. Speaking from experience, it gets tiring, always failing to measure up to an older brother or sister - even more so when you're completely ignored in favor of them. Ruby's never seen as the beauty Jaune sees as by most. Yang is the more admired of the two, being the prettier and more outgoing one by conventional standards. She's never gotten to be the sexy, seductive type before, so of course, she'd try it here.
She may not be the best at it. And the visage may falter - as it did when they got into actually doing things, but it would make sense for her to try and really impress Jaune.
With that rant over, this story is nearly done. Readers whose minds weren't fogged by sex will have noticed a very important detail that will get touched on next time. Let me know how I did and stay tuned for the conclusion to this little tale.