Emerald walked along with Jaune not long after working the approximated hours, and she realized very quickly that Jaune couldn't provide any information worth keeping the façade up for.
He had the same basic knowledge of RWBY that she had by the time the Fall of Beacon occurred, and this made Emerald frown in contemplation.
Deciding not to press too much into this information, she looked up to Jaune.
"You were pretty keen on asking if the hotel owner had your Scroll earlier." She pointed out. "Is there any reason for that?"
"Well..."
Jaune's expression became guarded, and Emerald raised an eyebrow.
"There's just... Something important to me there."
"Important how?" Emerald asked him.
"It's a secret." Jaune replied. "I'd rather not talk about it."
This, unsurprisingly, piqued her interest more, but she decided to not relay the fact that she had his Scroll, but had turned it off, to him.
She couldn't afford for him to call Ruby and the others, she had thought then.
Despite this, she was at a crossroads of whether or not to ditch him or not, as she imagined that he'd probably look for her at the hotel if nowhere else, and she'd probably cause problems eventually if she didn't do it right.
Emerald paused as they passed by a cavern filled with people playing and gambling.
Jaune quickly noted her actions, looking back to her.
"Have you ever done anything like that before?" Jaune asked as he approached her.
Emerald perked up, but didn't respond immediately.
"I'm above this sort of thing." She said, giving her Weiss impression despite knowing her semblance would do the job for her.
"Maybe you could try it, for fun." Jaune said. "I mean, everyone might stop talking about you being the Ice Killjoy Queen when it comes to this."
"What is with the ice puns with all of you?" Emerald questioned him, before pausing. "... Did Yang get you up to it?"
Jaune seemed to want to deny it, but his contemplative expression said it all.
"Yang is so bad at puns it hurts."
"She's better than me at doing jokes." Jaune shrugged.
"Even you can't be that bad." Emerald said in disbelief.
"Maybe. It's not impossible." Jaune shrugged.
Emerald stared at him, then looked into the cavern.
Screw it, she thought.
"I'll play a few games." Emerald decided as she walked inside.
Eventually, as Emerald stood in the gambling area with Jaune in tow, she looked to him as he marveled at her prowess in such things.
"Jaune, can I ask you something a bit... Personal?"
"Personal?" Jaune looked to her curiously. "Like what?"
"We are married now," Emerald felt discomfort at how quickly this fact settled itself as such in her mind, but didn't bring it up, "but we don't really remember anything from then. Right?"
Jaune's expression became a bit akward, yet he nodded all the same.
Though she felt a bit wrong about the matter, given how he was seeing her, she decided to follow through with asking her question.
"I know it might be weird talking about this, but can we head back to the hotel?"
He looked at her strangely, confused about why she would ask such a thing.
Reading the question in his eyes, she elaborated.
"We don't remember anything." Emerald said. "But I want to talk about that. Do you mind doing that?"
"Oh. Sure." Jaune nodded after a short stint of hesitation, head dipping itself lightly.
Emerald reached forward, gently grasping his hand in hers, him reciprocating the gesture not long after, with her pulling him along to get back to their destination.
When they arrived, Emerald questioned the rates for keeping the room for another night to the owner, and when she procured the money needed, he let them have the key to the room from before back.
Thanking him, the woman led him to the stairs.
"Hey, Weiss?" Jaune asked uncomfortably as she ended up stringing him along by the hand again.
"Yeah?" Emerald looked back to him curiously.
"What did you want to talk about?" He asked her.
Emerald slowed her pace, stopping at the top of the stairs to look back at him, before pulling him a bit down the hall.
She looked down the stairs and up the halls to make sure they were alone, before looking back up to Jaune, pulling her hand away from his, crossing her arms over her chest.
In spite of them being alone, the subject was awkward still.
"Jaune... Was yesterday your first time doing it with someone?" Emerald blurted out, deciding to go right out with it.
His eyes widened, face reddening vibrantly.
With a taken aback and embarrassed stammer, Jaune sheepishly admitted it.
"Y-Yeah, it was... my first time doing something like... THAT. I mean, assuming we even did it at all."
"We DID do it." Emerald said firmly.
"How do you know?" Jaune asked, though she knew from just looking at him that he wished she wouldn't be too convincing.
She was, unfortunately.
"Jaune." She didn't meet his eyes, her instead looking towards their door, recalling the hazy memories of how she woke up that morning. "I woke up with you in bed with me, both of us naked, with... Stains on the sheets."
"That could've been sweat though." Jaune said. "People sweat a lot when they're drunk, among... other things."
"It smelled like a bit more than sweat." Emerald bluntly rejected his meager defense against the idea of them doing the deed.
Jaune seemed to try and come up with another possibility - it was clear to her that he had been thinking of said possibilities for a long time - but Emerald's calm refutal, as with any act of botched confidence, rendered him momentarily out of steam to argue anything more convincing than jumbled mutterings.
She couldn't resist the urge to roll her eyes in annoyance at this.
She found mild annoyance with how he seemed to be treating the idea of doing it with her (he thought it was Weiss, sure, but that didn't spare her feelings any more).
He was treating it like it was the end of the world, with the same sort of denial she'd expect of someone who saw an air fleet's worth of Grimm Dragons take to the skies with the knowledge that every viable huntsman and huntress in the area had been assassinated, but refused to acknowledge their own impending doom as a defense mechanism.
"Look," she cut him off in his rambling after a few seconds of it, "let's just assume that, /somehow/, we /both/ got drunk together, got /married/, came /here/, took /ALL/ our clothes off and /slept/ together for the night, and did absolutely NOTHING else." Emerald made a number of gestures with her emphasized words to denote the general "all-the-planets-aligned" chances of such a scenario being true. "Do you feel fine with just leaving your wedding night like that? Not even /remembering/ it happened?"
This gave him pause, and he frowned softly.
"Well... Maybe not." Jaune admitted reluctantly, his embarrassment clear as day.
"Neither do I." Emerald told him, holding her hips. "So... Whether or not we tell Ruby and the others about us, us being married, even if it's /temporary/... why not make the most of it?"
Jaune gave her a strange look again.
"What do you mean?"
Emerald rubbed the back of her head, feeling a knot forming in her throat.
"Basically," she began slowly, "why don't we do a... do-over? So we can at least say our first marriage night, our first time doing THAT, wasn't a "drunken one night stand" sort of thing?"
Emerald felt her face burn up as she spoke, yet she found it necessary nonetheless to vocalize her thoughts.
Upon realizing what said thoughts entailed however, she mentally sighed.
This was her life now, she thought.
She couldn't help realizing the irony to be found in her situation.
The closest Emerald had gotten to ever having sex had been during the first time her semblance had manifested itself, when she had tried fighting off a group of men who'd found her in an alleyway.
That had been a few years prior, well before she met Cinder, but Emerald remembered it vividly.
Most times, when people would harass her at night, it would usually consist of them simply beating her up, guarded with the mindset that since she was homeless, it didn't matter what they did to her.
Though she knew her life wasn't ideal, it was still her life, and she adjusted accordingly to at least fight back when the opportunity afforded itself to her.
There wasn't much she could do in that moment in time however; the men had cornered her in an alleyway, and her recently acquired weapons weren't anywhere within her radius of reach, it only not being on her person then because the cops were driving around that night, and she wanted to avoid anything too unnecessary.
She'd really must have done something to piss off whatever fortune doling entity was in charge that night.
Though the men out numbered her the early teen girl, she still struggled, still acted to resist.
Yet something savage and primal seemed to unearth itself from her efforts.
She still recalled the smell of their alcohol tinged breathing, of their hands trying to pin her hands to the wall, of their collective laughter at her futile efforts, like predators sadistically pinning down their prey, /watching/ with heartless enthusiasm for the signs of learned helplessness to settle into her.
It was therefore extremely cathartic when she promptly thrust her knee into the crotch of the man pinning her, unaware her semblance had just manifested itself, her throwing him off of her before the confusion passed from his face, and the other men, equally confused from her subconsciously warping their perceptions of her, did not stop her from grabbing her hidden weapons.
Her mind, by then, had shifted into a full-on fight-or-flight response, and the guns, holding the firm reassurance that they would both protect her and harm her perpetrators, enhanced the impulse to fight.
The bullets shot the confused, drunken man several times, and by the time Emerald finally calmed down from the mixture of her adrenaline and her head-splitting headache, the men were nothing more than corpses laying crumpled on the ground, their blood pooling on the ground under her.
As quickly as she had become prey on the whim of these sadistic creatures called men, she stood over them with a smoldering cluster of emotions, among them the cold relief of momentary safety, to the rash, savage satisfaction in killing one of those same people who treated her as though she were their lesser because of factors beyond her control.
This was sharply juxtaposed with this situation, where she had lost her virginity the night before in circumstances she couldn't even remember beyond context clues that pointed to the obvious.
Since that night in that alleyway, Emerald had never been particularly fond of the concept of affection, even in jest, and the one person she'd decided she'd be fine with showing affection to, Cinder, never seemed to reciprocate any attempts Emerald made to show it.
She was therefore without any sort of exposure therapy, or whatever would be needed for her, to justify wanting what she wanted to do.
She had never expected this situation (how could she?), but over the course of the day, Emerald eventually admitted to herself that she wanted to at least make SOMETHING decent come out of this for her.
She imagined Jaune feeling much the same way, with the same amount of shame and embarrassment to be had from this type of circumstance.
She figured she was already doing something that was, for lack of a better description, VERY fucked up in impersonating his comrade to glean info out of him, so she might as well indulge herself in it instead of pussyfooting around what she wanted to get out of it, even if said wants involved her trying to do-over her own first time for the sake of her remembering.
She imagined Jaune would most certainly hate her when the truth inevitably cropped itself up, but from his comments about Pyrrha earlier, and how he'd made it no secret whatsoever how deeply he hated Cinder for her role in the fall of Beacon, she imagined this was about as warranted as could be due to it mainly being Emerald's fault it started at all.
The man in question seemed conflicted about her proposition.
"Are you sure?" He asked, his voice bringing her back to the present.
"I am." Emerald nodded. "You don't want to?"
He didn't meet her eyes again, running his hand along the back of his head.
"I just... figured you'd want to forget this ever happened." Jaune admitted, before looking up to her again. "Am I wrong?"
Emerald wanted to be honest, but though she ultimately decided to keep in character, her memories of team RWBY, and of Weiss Schnee's naïvely no-nonsense attitude in particular, she could understand where Jaune was coming from.
"Maybe you're right. But I can't." Emerald replied. Channeling her memory of Weiss, she added. "But my first time is still special. Even if it's with someone like you, I don't want to forget."
As she said these words, Emerald frowned, but not out of any particular act.
The words sounded like the sort of pompous, know-it-all "Pretend-I'm-Not-Interested-When-I-Am" attitude vibes she got from Weiss, but even if Emerald was putting on an act, she felt a level of something edging towards pity towards the person in front of her.
Even if he seemed like a bit of a dunce, he didn't seem like that bad of a person to be around.
That being said, perhaps Emerald being one of the biggest reasons he suffered and watched his academy get overrun by the Grimm and the White Fang had something to do with that pity, not helped at all by how blatantly she was using him right now.
Jaune lowered his gaze, but smiled bitterly at her words, as though her putting him down didn't surprise him.
"Alright. I'll try to make it up to you Weiss."
Emerald glanced down, then turned, walking to and opening the door to their hotel room wordlessly, the sense of nervousness welling up under her stoic expression.
"Can you give me a second?" She said over her shoulder to Jaune as they stepped inside.
He nodded slowly.
"Sure."
He closed the door behind them as Emerald walked to the windows, her pulling the curtains over the windowsill, a blanket of muffled darkness casting itself through the room.
She turned to look back at Jaune, seeing him looking back at her, but quickly averting his eyes.
"Are you feeling nervous?" Emerald asked him curiously.
Jaune didn't reply immediately, but eventually relented, and was truthful.
"Yeah."
"That's fine." Emerald said, and though she wanted to say more, that she was nervous too, she refrained, her walking into the bathroom.
The curvy girl soon exited the bathroom, a hand over her large breasts as she walked to the form of Jaune as he sat down on the bed.
As she approached him, he looked up to find her already naked, her free hand grasping his shoulder as she leaned down, her gently pressing her lips against his as she closed her eyes.
Hesitantly, he returned the kiss before she broke it, her gazing into his eyes and his into hers, before she straddled herself down on his lap, her protecting her modesty by pressing her breasts into his bare, muscled chest.
The inexperienced pair laid down slowly, her on top of him as her arms wrapped around Jaune's neck, knees straddling him as his breath caught when she kissed him once more, his hands slowly moving up to grasp her sides, the woman gently pressing her cunt against his crotch, covered only by his boxers, and starting to slowly grind against him.
Their kiss broke, and the girl groaned under her breath as Jaune felt his manhood hardening from her actions, his mind swimming in light of how good her movements made him feel, him seeming to have trouble as well as she went about pleasuring both of them in this way.
"Hey," she said in a low, pleasured tone, and this caught Jaune's attention, "you can... Feel my body up more. It's okay, just for tonight. Please."
"O-Okay." He gulped down the lump in his throat, hands running their way up and down her sides, and she groaned, eyes closing as she felt this, before she reached down and grasped his right wrist, trailing it down and over her butt, firm in the years she'd spent growing stronger, and Jaune's face grew beet red as he felt this, his nervousness hitting its peak with this action.
"It's okay." She whispered down to him, as though to comfort him. "Don't think about anything else right now. Just... Try to enjoy this."
Jaune registered her words in his mind, and he nodded slowly, hand gripping the flesh of her rump in his hand before she felt him trailing both of his hands along her body, his previous hesitance forgotten as the lack of consequence led him to forgo his reservations.
A hand caressed her side, another her thigh, and in the midst of her feeling his manhood growing stiff and hard under his underwear, mixed with the heat growing within her womanhood, and the pleasure of their grinding privates, her mind grew hazy in her arousal.
She pushed down on his chest, sitting up as she pinned Jaune down, breathing coming heavily as she sat on his lap.
"Jaune..." She huffed her unsteady, breathy moan, and Jaune gazed upon her womanly form again, before he leaned up slowly, his hands grasping the sides of her head in his hands, him leaning closely to her, kissing her deeply.
She seemed to flinch at what he was doing at first, but after a few moments, she closed her eyes, leaning into the lip lock as it happened again, the kiss that was once awkward gradually growing more comfortable and relaxing.
Her movements ceased, her wrapping her arms around Jaune's neck in a manner that was somehow desperate, but for reasons she could not decipher, something curdling deep inside her as Jaune held her closely, arms wrapping snugly around her mid-back.
She broke the kiss for air not long after, breathing heavily, but her smiling gently.
"I'll need you to take it off." She said, and Jaune, understanding her meaning, nodded, her sliding off of him as he quickly took his boxers off of himself, the girl gazing down at his erection with curiosity that melded into shock.
"... It's big." She said with mild surprise, and Jaune gave a sheepish smile as he turned to her.
"... Tell me if it... Hurts." He said softly, and she nodded, laying herself down and spreading her legs apart for him, Jaune slowly crawling over her, and as he aimed his manhood, she suddenly pressed her hand against his chest.
"Wait... Could I... Be on top for this?" She asked, nervousness showing through to him for the first time.
Jaune paused, then nodded slowly, and the woman pressed her hands against his chest, guiding him onto his back as she mounted him once again.
This was somehow more comfortable for her, and she looked down at Jaune, her reaching down between her legs and aiming him up, the feel of her soft hands around his shaft making Jaune's breath come short.
The feeling of his member rubbing against her moisturized labia sent a faint shudder of pleasure running up her spine, and she eased herself into him, her having a faintly hard time adjusting to the feel as his length pushed its way into her, her reaching forward and grasping his shoulders for support.
Despite her lack of breath, she began to grind herself on his dick, low groans emitting from her throat as Jaune groaned in turn.
At some indistinguishable point in time, his hands grasped her hips, and with great strength, he began lifting and slamming her down on him repeatedly, their groans growing more breathy, her voice rising to small shrieks as his member scraped its way into her body, against spots that made her have a hard time containing herself.
His slams grew harder with every few seconds, and her eyes gradually rolled to the back of her head as her breasts began bouncing to and fro on her chest, Jaune grunting in those moments, until he instinctively leaned up, kissing the woman in his grasp as he kept lifting and slamming her down on him, the pair growing in their arousal as she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist without thinking, Jaune's eyes tensing as he turned them around, laying her down on her back as he stood on his two feet, him breaking the kiss and leaning his head into the crook of her neck as he began thrusting fast, rapid thrusts, their flesh clapping loudly as her moans grew louder and louder, the bed creaking under their shifting weight as she anchored herself to consciousness by holding onto Jaune, whose movements grew less controlled and more desperate with time.
"Jaune... Jaune...!" She cried his name, and this coaxed him to thrust himself into her harder and faster, trying to shove his dick as deeply into her as he could before pulling most of himself out before shoving himself back in, the tugging sensation of her tight vagina on him making his head go blank with pleasure as he continued to try and pleasure the woman under him.
Their bodies gradually secreted a layer of sweat, glistening in the faint light that seeped through the window curtains, and with the growing churning within her stomach, the woman gave long groans as Jaune began spearing his member into her, scraping repeatedly against a part of her that felt so good to her.
"R-Right there," she cried, the arm she had wrapped around his neck tightening, her nails digging into his shoulder blade as he kept scraping into her with a low grunt, her being driven over an unseen edge not long after, "r-right the-!"
Her body instinctively tightened around him as she gave an immodest cry as she was driven past her orgasm, the walls of her vagina clamping down on his manhood, and Jaune, despite trying to hold himself in, could no longer do so any longer.
With a loud groan, he thrust fully into the woman, dick pressed up against her womb entrance before hjs dick began to twitch and wriggle inside her, him cumming with her as they held one another tightly, his seed pumping into her as the two embraced, their pasts forgotten as natural instinct overtook them.
As the two breathed heavily whilst basking in their afterglow, they gazed into one another's eyes, a moment of silence broken by their haphazard breathing, before they leaned up to one another, sharing a deep, loving kiss as she grasped the side of his head.
As they pulled away a moment later, feelings that Emerald felt, but could not understand, surfaced and bubbled up within her, and she smiled up at Jaune as he smiled in turn.
"... Hey." She said softly. "You don't think... You could do it again, do you?"
Jaune blinked, then looked down.
"Uh..."
Emerald smiled gently, then kissed him again.
"I guess not?" She whispered. "That's fine."
Jaune slowly pulled his slackened member out, panting soflty.
"How was it?" Jaune asked. "For a... Do-over?"
She smiled.
"Pretty good." She chuckled.
Most of the time after this was spent doing it more, the many months they had both spent in training their bodies to be stronger making it much harder for them to grow tired, with only limited spans of needed to let them recharge enough to go again.
It was also during this time that Jaune experimented with his own aura, which, spanning the details, caused the time needed for him to "recharge" shorten dramatically.
In this way, Emerald decided that the time they had put into the room had been to good use.
By night fall, Emerald laid herself down in a sweaty heap on top of him, the sensation of sexual satisfaction quite a doozy for her to experience while still using her semblance extensively.
She panted heavily, eyes closed as she caught her breath, her looking up at Jaune and finding him resting.
Emerald chuckled lowly, then slowly peeled herself off of him, slipping from under her blanket to walk towards the bathroom, deciding to shower herself of her and fluids, her giving a soft sigh of what could've been relief since she didn't have to hide under her semblance any longer for that moment.
Once she finished however, she reclothed herself and found herself gazing at Jaune's Scroll, thinking back on the things he felt were so secret.
What could it be? she wondered.
Ultimately deciding to open it up, Emerald would wonder much later how much easier the next few days would have been if she hadn't let curiosity get the better of her.
There was nothing revelatory inside it; far from it.
Jaune was both open about this secret and not open at the same time.
For others, the most she imagined would result from learning it was some level of sympathy or pity.
For her, it brought to face the cold reality of just what she had done to him.
In those moments, all the satisfaction she felt turned into a writhing pile of disgust that welled up in her chest.
Memories of the nightmares that haunted her ever since that day flooded her mind, of the screams, of the wanton destruction, of all the people fleeing in helpless terror as monsters assailed themselves onto them.
"Ah... Ah...!"
The Scroll clattered against the floor, Emerald's hands shaking uncontrollably as the memories assaulted her mind, her grasping the sides of her head to keep it steady, and yet it became too much, all too quickly.
The sounds of heavy, frantic knocks on the locked bathroom door were the first things to alert her of where she was.
The concerned calls of Jaune to her through the door made her aware of how she had been screaming in repeated, frenzied wails over and over.
"Weiss!" He cried, the tone of concern he had so painful to her ears then.
"I'm sorry..." Emerald rasped weakly, shaking hands grasping her pained head in futile attempts to ease it.
She spoke it to one man, but her mind could not decipher what it had been that she was apologizing for.
There were so many things to apologize for, and it did nothing to ease her mind.
"I'm sorry." She said, body convulsing and shaking. "I'm sorry..."