Author's Notes: Prompt given by OrganOfFlames; Weiss hinting to Jaune that she wants to move further in their relationship by doing things like bending over in a short skirt. (Okay so not exactly the way he phrased it, but fuck me, I can't exactly remember!)
Weiss Schnee liked to believe that she was above a lot of things, one of those things being attention. She liked to think that she didn't need as much as everyone else, but that was, in fact, not true at all. It was the least true thing on Remnant, actually. Being raised mostly in isolation as she had, she had a thirst for attention that no one had quite been able to quench.
Every romantic partner that Weiss had ended up being unable to give her the attention she wanted, and it had caused
so many problems. She had gone through various stages of feeling unloved, unwanted, and generally not needed. Understandably this was a source of pain for her.
Until she had entered into a relationship with Jaune of all people. Initially seeming underwhelming, far more so than her previous partners - among whom was Neptune, and her very own partner Ruby - he had earned his way into her heart the only way someone really could. By being nice, making her laugh, and giving her all the attention she had once craved.
But now she craved a different kind of attention. As the last virgin on Team RWBY - excepting Ruby, who was very much an asexual being (something Weiss sometimes felt envious of) - she felt that her inexperience in such matters was not necessarily normal. Not only this, but the fact that she had been with Jaune for quite a while now, several months, and had done nothing more than intense kissing and sensual touching was just a bit infuriating.
So this was hopefully a surefire way of hinting to him that she wanted to move further. After all, if there was anything she had learned from watching Yang, it was this.
It only took a small amount of planning, a date out on the town during a day when it was hot enough for her to have an excuse to wear something skimpy. She wore the tight-fitting top she knew he liked, and the short skirt which revealed the perfect amount of leg. The heels that made him drop dead when he first saw them and the hair clip that gave him diabetes. His words not hers.
It was perhaps absolutely perfect and destined for success. That is, it would have been; if Jaune Arc wasn't such a fucking gentleman.
"Oops," Weiss exclaimed as her makeup bag fell to the ground. She cursed in what she hoped was a convincing manner and moved to pick it up. She smirked as she bent down, her short skirt no doubt allowing anyone who happened to be behind her to see everything she had to offer. She knew Jaune was probably taking a real long look, savoring the moment as long as he could. She could practically feel his eyes-
Jaune was whistling. She secretly turned to look and narrowed her eyes as her jaw fell to the ground. She had timed it so that there was no one else anywhere behind her. No one but Jaune would see. And yet he wasn't even looking and was, in fact, standing right behind her stiffly, looking away and whistling as he blocked anyone else who might have been coming along from seeing anything.
Her cheeks went red as she realized just what it was her desperation had caused her to do.
This move was a little too risky. She straightened up quickly, the heat in her cheeks just growing more intense as she put her makeup bag away.
She was embarrassed by her own actions sure, but she was just a little bit more upset that he
hadn't looked. She supposed that was why she had fallen for him in the first place.
Weiss bit her lip and the two of them continued on.
The man behind the counter handed them their ice cream cones with a smile on his face, a smile that both Jaune and Weiss returned more for the fact that no one should receive ice cream with a frown. They chose a booth next to a window, not wanting to give up the view of such a perfect day.
It may have been hot as hell, but it was clear and sunny. Perfect weather for ice cream. She had planned that too. Jaune thought it was his idea, but that was the genius of it. She could pull her next trick off perfectly. It would make her seem irresistible.
As they talked Weiss was plotting. When would be the perfect time to strike? Now? Later? She waited, her gut telling her the perfect moment would come. And come it did. She gasped as a bit of ice cream fell onto her chest.
The one thing about her top was that it allowed for just the right amount of cleavage. It wasn't so much that it was seen as revealing, but it was just enough so that it would be considered classy. And the ice cream had dripped right into the sweet zone.
"Oh no," she said, whining slightly as if she were in a small amount of distress. Usually, she would have been, the top wasn't cheap and the risk of ruining it was such a big deal. But this time, it was a sacrifice she was willing to take.
She moved her finger down slowly, almost sensually swiping up the ice cream as Jaune watched on. She smirked as she noticed the red tint to his cheeks. She brought the now ice cream covered finger up to her lips, and in an obliquely sexual manner, inserted it into her mouth; licking all around it and sucking it clean with a small moan of satisfaction.
"U-um, Weiss… Ahem, you uh, you got a little more on your…" Jaune spoke up, pointing to her chest. Weiss didn't notice the bit she had left, and she went for it immediately. Jaune was soaking up the sight intensely as if it were the greatest thing he had ever seen. She knew he had to be feeling it. Maybe his stomach was twisting itself into pretzels. Maybe a stirring in his loins.
Whatever it may have been, he had to have been feeling it.
She would get what she wanted.
Weiss leaned down slightly, bending over to read the inscription on the plaque at the bottom of the statue. Of course, she had another reason for being in the position, and it seemed to be working. The birds chirped carefree and happy, making the atmosphere relaxed, comfortable; anything but sensual. Weiss wanted to change that, and quickly. So this was a bit of a last resort. Nothing else had worked.
The dumb blonde she called her boyfriend seemed to be completely and utterly oblivious, and while that was to be expected, she didn't think one man could ignore his urges for this long and still be sane. It just didn't seem to be possible. And Weiss really was to the point of jumping his bones if this didn't work.
However, Jaune was openly staring at this point, and that spelled progress. He was eyeing her body as if he were contemplating something. Her curves, her legs, her butt, even, all of it. He had been taking small peeks. Something he had never done before. Maybe he had caught on to something. That being: it's okay to stare.
She felt a chill run course through her body, the temperature was starting to lower. The breeze blowing against her legs and right down her shirt made her wrap her arms around herself. She cheered internally when she realized this pushed her breasts up, making them more pronounced. Especially in her chosen top.
They may have been small, but they still worked, and they were the best weapon to use when gaining his attention at this point. She didn't think he was anywhere near comfortable enough to openly stare up her skirt.
Not yet, anyway.
She stood up a bit straighter and turned to look at Jaune, whose eyes quickly snapped away from her rear. "It's getting kind of chilly…" she said quietly, standing in a position Jaune found oddly sexy. He laughed it off and pulled her into a hug. She sighed happily in his embrace, forgetting all about her 'mission' as she enjoyed the warmth he seemed to radiate. "We should go back."
Jaune noticed the slight edge to her voice almost immediately, but he didn't say anything about it. Attributing it to the cold.
The whole walk back was silent, and the ride back to Beacon on the bullhead was borderline awkward. Weiss kept on trying her hardest, but Jaune didn't seem to notice any of her attempts as what they were. Hints. Bold hints. She couldn't have been spelling it out for him any more than she was.
And so it wasn't a surprise to Weiss at all that the walk back to their dorms was tense. When they finally reached the doors to their rooms they just stood there awkwardly. A date hadn't ended like this since their first one. Then it was expected. Now…?
She gasped in surprise as Jaune pushed her up against the wall, his lips finding her neck easily. She bit her lip and held in a moan, her stomach falling in such a lovely way.
"J-Jaune?" she choked out on her confusion. She felt her insides light on fire, a brilliant, passionate flame igniting.
"You c-could have just asked you know," he responded, a stutter accompanied by a voice crack telling Weiss hat despite his very bold, and admittedly sexy, move, he was nervous. But then, all of a sudden, so was she. Because she knew that her team had scheduled a movie night.
They wouldn't be back until midnight.