I got a lot of support for this one shot. As in, I got a whole lot inside the first hour. Way more than anything I expected. Apparently a lot more people than I thought like Jaune and Yang. I also got one particular reviewer that was discouraged, I believe those were the words, that this fic was only rated T, despite what I had not so subtly hinted at last chapter. If enough people really (and I mean really) want me to write up Yang making good on her threat, or promise depending on how you look at it, then I'll put time aside to write it as a separate story. I won't make promises on quality since it's been a few years since I wrote anything intimate in detail, but I'll do my best as always.
Also to address a couple people asking what Yang would have seen in Jaune, I do intend to get into that some this chapter. At the rate this story is going, it's going to probably be one or two more chapters, depends on how I feel and how I push things to happen. Hope everyone enjoys!
Yang's body ached. It ached worse than anything else she had ever done. Not even Qrow's training made her body hurt as much as it did now. Every single part of her body hurt, some more than others, and to make matters worse, she felt sticky from all of the sweat coating her body. On the other hand, she felt like she was in heaven, and she suspected Jaune felt the same, judging from his satisfied expression. Turning onto her side, she wrapped herself around his body, enjoying his warmth, and looked up at him with a mischievous smile on her face when she felt him still hard against her thigh.
"Damn Jaune, we just finished, and you still want to go?" Yang's smile changed into a grin when the knight blushed heavily and he turned his head to avoid her gaze.
"I...can't really help it Yang. You're pressing your body against me." He mumbled as he tried to sit up, only to be forced back onto the bed as Yang rolled herself fully onto his prone form, pressing her ample chest against his. Even though they had spent the equivalent of two full days thoroughly enjoying each other's bodies, Yang was ready to go again, only for Jaune to wrap his arms around her and shake his head slowly. "Yang, we can't. It's pretty late, and we need to get a Bullhead before they shut down for the night."
Yang shoot a quick glance over at the digital alarm clock that their suite had been provided with, and sighed before slowly getting off of her boyfriend. "I guess you're right. And just as I was ready to board your Arc again." Yang threw a flirty wink and grinned when Jaune chuckled at her joke; definitely seemed she got her groove back after her confession outside Beacon the other day! She went over to her bag, giving her hips a little shake when she felt Jaune's eyes on her, and gathered up a change of clothes and various bottles. "I'm going to grab a shower, I don't want Weiss yelling at me because I smell." She called as she disappeared into the bathroom, leaving Jaune alone in the room.
Taking in a deep breath and stretching, Jaune grunted when his body screamed in protest at the exertion, courtesy of how vigorously he and Yang had been going at it. Reaching to his pants that had been discarded for the last day or so, he fished out his inactive Scroll and turned it on. As it booted up, Jaune heard the shower start, and went to his own bag, right next to Yang's, fishing out a set of clothes for himself, which he set on the suite's desk. Hearing his Scroll going off, Jaune went to investigate, overly puzzled as to why it was making a racket. Looking at the alerts, he saw over fifty messages. From Pyrrha alone. Each one getting more and more worried, possibly hysterical from...Jaune couldn't figure out why, a lack of response?
Frowning, Jaune opened up his messages and saw that Pyrrha wasn't the only one who messaged him; he had one or two from Ren asking if he was alright, as was fitting of the quiet boy who had become like a brother in all but blood, while Nora had sent three long messages. Clicking Nora's first, he smiled, seeing that the team's resident pancake murderer took it upon herself to describe everything that happened the night Yang confessed, and then the next two days while he was busy with the blonde, but there was nothing in any of the messages to indicate that something had happened. It was rare that Nora didn't bring a smile to his face with her antics, but this was touching to a degree. He made a mental note to make pancakes for her personally to show it was appreciated.
Going into his messages with Pyrrha, Jaune's frown returned with a vengeance as the last message was only half an hour ago, and made it seem like she thought he was in some kind of danger or trouble. Going through the messages, Jaune almost dropped his Scroll when he realized why Pyrrha was losing her mind. "I promised I'd meet up with them..." He muttered as he sat back down on the bed, staring vacantly at the wall. He had given his word, and he had broken that promise! He, Jaune Arc, broke an Arc promise to what was basically his second family! "Arc's don't break their promises..." One of his family motto's, instilled into him from both his mother and father, and something Jaune took pride in following.
He was motionless, he couldn't begin to figure out for how long, before something kicked him into gear. He needed to apologize, he needed to show that he hadn't intended for it to happen. He had genuinely forgotten after Yang had all but ambushed him on the cliffs.
Leaning down, he grabbed his Scroll and brought up the call function while also pulling on his shirt from when they checked in. It took only five seconds from the call starting for Pyrrha's worried face to appear. "Jaune! Are you alright?! Where have you been, why haven't you been answering?! Where did you go, did anyone hurt you? Where were you-" Her frantic, rapid fire questions were throwing him off, so he cut in quickly.
"Pyrrha, I'm fine. I've been fine, I'm sorry I wasn't there the other night, I was just...busy this weekend and got distracted." Jaune felt bad for being vague, but he liked to think he was a gentleman; he wasn't going to go around bragging to everyone he ever met about how he got laid with one of Beacon's hottest girls. He wasn't Cardin, for crying out loud.
It seemed being vague was the wrong way to go, because Pyrrha's eyes narrowed dangerously as they left Jaune and started analyzing his background. After several seconds, she finally spoke again. "Jaune...are you, are you in a hotel?" Her tone was sharp and on edge, and that in turn put Jaune on edge. The door to the bathroom opened to reveal Yang, dressed up and her hair wrapped up in a towel she had brought, her brush in hand. Hotel towels weren't really the best, as she voiced when Jaune asked about it.
Keeping his eyes on his partner however, Jaune nodded slowly. "Yeah...we checked in the other night..." Silence for a few seconds, which Yang noticed and she came closer, a look of concern on her face.
"You...were the there the other night? Who were you with!?" Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Yang's features turn into a scowl. Before he could answer, or even think of one, Yang knelt onto the bed and threw her arms around him, holding him securely against her as her face entered Pyrrha's view.
"He's been with me." Yang answered nonchalantly, but her eyes were shooting a challenge at the red head. Pyrrha's eyes widened and her jaw dropped, and Yang pecked Jaune's cheek before whispering into his ear. "I think you should grab your shower. I'll talk to her a bit alright?" Jaune turned his head and nodded silently, before placing a kiss on her lips. Yang let go of him and took a hold of his Scroll as he got up and gathered the clothes he set aside. He sent her a sideways glance, to which she gestured for him to go. He lingered for a second longer before giving her an awkward smile, to which she gave a smile of her own and he went into the bathroom. Getting up from the bed, Yang placed the Scroll on the desk, angling it so she could see the screen, but focused her attention to the mirror hanging on the wall above the desk. As she unwrapped the towel, she spoke to the champion, "What's up P-Money?"
Pyrrha was silent for a moment, and a quick glance down, Yang saw that she was genuinely angry. No, that didn't justify her expression. Pyrrha looked absolutely livid at the blonde fighter. "You two kissed." Her voice was flat and quiet, but Yang heard her well enough.
"Yup." Yang ended the word with a pop, setting the towel aside before she started to run her brush through her hair.
"Why, no...what did you two do?" Yang had to resist laughing at the potential answers she could give. 'He made me feel like I was in Heaven.' 'He railed me like a beast in heat and was damn good at it.' 'I screamed his name enough times, I'm pretty sure the hotel staff know who he is now.' Just a few thoughts came to mind. But she wasn't one to taunt a friend by dangling something in their face.
Instead, she sighed as she dutifully tended to her hair. "Pyrrha, you don't want me to answer that. Trust me, you won't like it."
That only seemed to piss off the champion, "Yang Xiao-Long, you know I love him! Why did you do this?!" Yang's face went stony as she directed her gaze from the mirror to Jaune's Scroll. She leaned towards it, and lowered her voice so she didn't risk Jaune hearing.
"You had all year Pyrrha. All. Year." Yang made sure to stress the last two words, "What, am I supposed to just wait my entire life for you to work up the nerve to finally get around to asking Jaune out?" This kind of almost territorial behavior was new to her, but Yang refused to back down just because a jealous woman was coming at her. "You didn't do it. I waited. I'm damn sure I'm not the only one who waited either, but I don't know. You didn't act at the dance, you didn't act all those times you and he were training, you two sleep in the same damn room every night Pyrrha, and you never once made a move."
Yang's words seemed to take away some of Pyrrha's strength and she almost visibly deflated a little, but the fire was still there. "I wanted him to come to me-"
Yang cut in quickly, "You wanted Jaune to act?!" Yang hissed, looking towards the bathroom but saw the door was still closed and the shower was still going. Looking back at the Scroll, she continued, "Pyrrha, he's been shot down by Weiss since day one! The only girl he ever asks out rejects him every single time. Why do you even think he would be confident enough to ask any other girl out when his only experience has been a consistently frigid and bitchy rejection?" Maybe that was a bit much, but Yang needed to make a point, and may any and all gods help those who got in her way. "He wasn't going to ask you Pyrrha. Most likely, he didn't know what was going to happen if he asked anyone else! I'm willing to bet the only reason he was so determined to ask Weiss out as much as he did was because he already knew failure on that front." Pyrrha shut her mouth and looked away from the Scroll. It made sense; why bother risking rejection from different people when you can keep trying with one person? The worst that could happen would be the same rejection as every other time. Asking someone else out would just leave him open to more rejection, and he wasn't confident as it was.
Pyrrha closed her eyes before responding softly. "I can't...Why though Yang? Why you of all people?" Yang frowned and straightened, returning to tending to her hair.
"I'm going to assume you aren't asking that out of intent to hurt me." Yang growled softly before heaving another sigh. "It's not something I can put into words, honestly. When I first met him, I thought nothing about him. He was Ruby's friend, but once I figured he was a good guy, I didn't really mind one way or the other. As for when I was first interested in him..." Yang made some sound and shrugged as she struggled with a particularly annoying tangle. "He's good looking, and he's got potential to fill out if he wanted. He laughs at my crappy jokes, and he's a sweet guy too, kinda proving chivalry isn't dead, in a way. And...well, I think he'll help keep me grounded." That drew the champion's attention, and when Yang saw the questioning look, she knew she would need to explain. "You know me, Pyr. I'm an adrenaline junkie, a thrill seeker; I love fighting, driving my bike faster than I probably should be allowed, and just generally enjoy danger. Sounds like me right?" A nod. "Well...Blake sort of talked to me about this, actually. Jaune is almost the opposite, and Blake suggested that was probably what I needed. Someone to keep me from getting too in over my head, and maybe down the line, someone to come home to. And if that someone is Jaune, yeah, we are both going to be Huntsmen, but I know he won't endanger himself just for the fun of it, and he's going to do his best to ensure he come's home in one piece."
"Wouldn't you...feel stifled, if you two are opposite, then?"
A valid question, and one Yang had put time into thinking about. "Yeah, that's what I thought. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that anyone I'm dating should probably be able to keep me from doing anything too reckless for the hell of it. Jaune's cautious, I'm not, especially when I'm in the middle of a fight, and he can reign me in. The fact that he could do that is a definite point in his favor." It also really helped that it would ensure she never, ever, would end up like her own mother, disappearing without a trace, never to be seen again, or Summer, who left and died on a mission, leaving her father to raise two little girls that lost their only maternal figure. Yang took in a deep breath and closed her eyes as she squashed the memories; she swore to herself she would never turn into her mother or end up like Summer. Yang shot a look towards the bathroom when she heard the shower shut off and looked at the Scroll. "He's coming out. We should be back in a few hours, probably going to get some food after we check out." Yang said curtly, deciding that she had explained all she would need to. Pyrrha nodded mutely and ended the call, Jaune's Scroll going back to the messages Pyrrha sent him the last two days. 'Damn girl, you really are into him. Why did you not make a move?' Yang shook her head as she finished brushing her hair, getting it just the way she wanted before closing Jaune's Scroll and tossing it onto the bed.
The knight left the shower, looking less unruly than he did previously, and he was fully dressed, making Yang pout. "Don't know when I'll be able to see that body again. You think Beacon will let you walk around without clothes on? At the very least shirtless?" And right on cue, her teasing brought out another blush and Jaune decided to busy himself by putting his clothes that were kind of scattered around the room into his bag.
"You'd enjoy that, wouldn't you?" Was all he responded with, to which Yang grinned and proceeded to follow suit.
"Damn straight I would! It would help keep me awake in Port's class, I know that much." As Yang finished that thought, another popped into her head. "Oh damn it. I just realized I'm probably going to dream about this weekend in his class." Yang hung her head as Jaune's shot up in alarm. "There goes all my cred..."
Jaune was quiet for a second before he spoke up. "It's not like you'll be the only one." Yang turned her head to see him looking thoughtful before he turned to look at her with a weird smile. "It would be more than a little awkward if we both started moaning each other's names in class."
That earned a bark of laughter from the girl. "Oh it certainly would." She sent a cheeky grin his way and she stuffed her things into her bag before disappearing into the bathroom to get her bottles. Coming back out to see him hefting his bag and pocketing his Scroll after he typed out a quick message, she decided to continue their little riff. "It's not like I am going to keep my hands to myself though Lover. I warned you, I intend to be very public with my affection. By the end of classes tomorrow, you'll be the envy of every warm-blooded male in Beacon when they see me in your arms. It'll be even better if you cope a feel on me; you know how to get me going." Yang's declaration caused Jaune to snort and shake his head in amusement before he wordlessly showed Yang that he had her Scroll, which he handed over once she finished packing and lifted up her bag. The two of them looking over the room one last time for anything they may have missed, and not finding anything, they left, Jaune taking off the 'Do Not Disturb' sign and hanging it inside before closing the door. The two held hands as they traveled the empty hallway towards the elevators, and as they waited, a thought came to Yang and she decided to give voice to it. Never was she one to hesitate, after all. "Jaune. If I get myself into too much danger, would you pull me out?"
Jaune looked at the other blonde in shock and confusion, and it took him a second to get his thoughts together. "Um...yeah? I mean, I don't want you to get hurt, why wouldn't I try to get you out of danger? You're strong Yang, there's no denying it, but that doesn't mean I'm going to just let you go off on your own if I can help it." Yang nodded before darting in to deliver a gentle kiss.
"That's what I thought." Jaune seemed like he was about to respond but jumped when he felt a hand impact on his butt. He stared at her with eyes wide as she smirked at him. "Told you, I'm not going to keep my hands to myself. Keep up Jaune, that booty was begging for Mama to spank it." She winked before pawing the air in front of her in a mock cat-like gesture. "Rawr." Jaune blushed again but coughed in an attempt to hide it before looking away. Conveniently, the elevator doors opened to reveal a completely empty elevator, and Yang entered first, Jaune following shortly after. After Yang pressed the button for the lobby and the doors closed, Yang jumped in surprise and looked down to see her boyfriend's hand groping her own butt, presumably in response to her action before. "Sir Arc, do you intend to go to war?" She asked flirtatiously, meeting Jaune's eyes. Instead of backing down, Jaune seemed to only get bolder.
"A knight always bests the dragon before the happy ending in the fairy tales, this isn't going to be any different." A solid enough line, but perhaps he should have been thinking about who he was talking too. Yang dropped her bag on the floor and pushed him against the wall of the elevator, her own body following shortly after as mischief sparkled in her lilac eyes.
"Challenge accepted, Lover Boy." She growled in a faux menacing way before claiming his lips with her own before her tongue invaded his mouth in another passionate kiss. As Jaune returned the kiss, fighting off her invasion as best he could, and looped his arms around her to ensure she couldn't slip away, Yang felt contentment well up inside her at their little game. It didn't matter who had a tantrum over their relationship, it didn't matter who made the most noise; she was happy, she knew Jaune was happy, and she wasn't going to let anyone tear them apart. Yang Xiao-Long would send them to Hell personally before she would see it happen.
Well there we go. That's about all I got planned for now, but I'll probably have the next chapter have Yang and Jaune both weather the incoming hurricane known as a jilted Pyrrha Nikos. I am more than aware that Yang was very confrontational, I guess you could say, to Pyrrha, but that's just the kind of girl Yang has always struck me as. She isn't the kind of girl to just roll over, she would put up one hell of a fight for anyone who tried to get between her and anyone she was dating. Not to mention that I do sort of believe that Pyrrha had more than enough chances to approach Jaune, and if she didn't in all the time they had, in all the situations they had, she very likely never would have unless someone gave her a kick in the ass.
As for Yang's reasoning for her being into Jaune, that's also partially from my own experience with dating. I do lean towards women that are similar to me, but at the same time, I love women that are different to me. It does sort of fall into the old adage "Opposites attract", but I don't mean complete opposites, unlike what most people think. It's very difficult to put into words, but the gist is, and I'm aware how cliche this is going to sound, the two personalities need to counter and compliment in equal measure and in the right ways. It's hard to describe, but I hope that helps settle some questions people might have.
I hope everyone enjoyed regardless, and keep on praising the Sun!
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