I bet y'all got excited when you saw the Jaune x Winter story with an M rating. "Oooh, a lemon with Jaune and Winter? I can't wait to read this," I hear you moan. Well, here we are folks: a Constable Paperbag written sex scene between our dashing hero and his beautiful admirer. Let's get physical, maggots!

Also, in case you're interested, I'll have an update for what's gonna happen to me for the next two weeks at the end of the chapter. Nothing major, just a small update.


Winter was hopeless. She had been staring at the blank document on her screen for hours now. Maybe if she stared at it longer, the cogs in her brain would finally turn and words would flow out on the page. Alas, it was not meant to be.

She was unable to write anything.

Her fingers twitched uselessly on the keyboard's keys. They wanted to type. They wanted to create. But without direction, all they could do was occasionally glide across the keys as if in mourning of her lack of imagination.

She ground her teeth together in frustration. She couldn't give up now. She had promised herself she would write something in her time off and she would! It would be perfect. It would be flawless. She wouldn't settle for anything else. She was a Schnee and Schnee's could do anything, including writing an outstanding story without any previous experience!

After all, it's what he deserved…

The thought of his stormy blue eyes gazing into hers made her giggle and fired up her determination. Alright, she could do this. She had never written anything like this before, but she could do this. How hard could it be?

Her fingers tested the keys and she started typing. She should start at the beginning. That's how these people did it, right?

The two of them kissed-

No, no, that wasn't right. Maybe try something else?

She held his strong hand in hers-

No, that wasn't good enough either. Hmm, maybe something like this?

The HuntsMan loved no one else but Winter Schnee and anyone who says otherwise is a dirty-

Argh, it wasn't good enough. Her finger crushed the backspace key. The words on the screen disappeared from existence and she didn't let go until several moments after they were long gone.

It was no good. Nothing was sounding right to her. How had she gotten herself into this state? It wasn't like she hadn't written anything before - she had written several reports for General Ironwood and others. However, that was all facts. It hadn't required any imagination. Not a lot, anyway.

Stories were something else. They required a level of creative power she feared she lacked. Despite her large vocabulary, she wasn't a good enough wordsmith that she could effortlessly form words on a blank canvas that spoke of such enriching tales. Matters like this were better off in someone else's hands than hers.

But who else could write this? Who else could understand her respect, her… sheer administration for this wonderful man? Some talented keyboard monkey could probably craft a good enough story for her, but it would lack her soul. It wouldn't capture the magic she felt when she pictured his sunlight hair and inspiring red cape.

Also… a small part of her feared the replacement author would leave her out of the story…

No, she was the only one who could write this. She was the only one who understood. Anything else would feel wrong and unclean. This would be her work and hers alone.

But how could she do that when she couldn't write anything. Her head throbbed with pain as it tried forming words. Cautiously, she tried the keys again.

Egg-

Her head crashed against the keyboard. She was exhausted and riddled with despair. She could feel her strength and resilience leaving her. This story was draining her of her life like some kind of creative vampire. She couldn't take it anymore.

She banged her fist against the table. Damn it! As loathe as she was to admit it, she needed help. She knew of only one person who could truly help her, but the hands of fate were cruel today, and her blond saviour was nowhere to be seen.

She wouldn't complain - she still had some dignity left. But her anger surged. She required assistance in this whether she liked it or not. But who could help her with matters like this?

"Looks like someone's a bit of trouble."

Winter's head whipped around in surprise. Her eyes scanned the room as years of survival instincts drilled into her by the military kicked in. The voice sounded close by.

She found her target. Sitting in a chair by her bed was a pale girl - a teenager to be precise - dressed almost entirely in black that made her blend in perfectly with the shadows, aside from the odd patches of white on her outfit. The attire of a thief or assassin to be sure, although the large bow atop her head was a little odd.

She sat with one leg crossed over the other and was calmly drinking out of Winter's own personal tea set. Whoever she was, she was making herself right at home in her bedroom.

Winter's fist clenched. "Who are you?" she snarled. The girl was obviously not with Atlas. The dark colours were a dead giveaway. "How did you get into my room?"

"Oh, didn't you hear?" the girl said slyly. "I'm a ninja. I do this for a living. Getting into places undetected is kinda my thing."

The girl was far too smug for her own good. And here Winter was without her weapon. No matter. If she had to fight this child with her fists alone, so be it. After struggling to write anything for hours, she was ready for a fight.

"You are trespassing on military ground. If you don't tell me who you are or how you got here, I will drag your broken body to high command!" she snapped.

"There's no need for violence," the girl smoothly said. "I mean you no harm. I'm more of a lover than a fighter anyway." She put down her teacup. A devious light glowed in her amber eyes. "And I get the feeling you are too."

This insolent little- who did she think she was talking to?

"I said, explain yourself!"

"Very well. I must confess, this isn't my first time being in this room. You've captured my attention, Winter Schnee, much like a certain blond superhero has caught yours. I think we both know what I'm talking about."

Winter trembled with rage in her. Forget having a trial. She was going to skewer the girl right now!

"There's no point trying to deny it. I see it in your eyes. The spark of a woman reaching for something more, but is repressed by society. Or in this case, the harsh military lifestyle. You have the look of a passionate beast with a craving for forbidden desires. There's no hiding it." She leaned closer in the chair. "What was that you were writing back there?"

Winter's eyes widened. She immediately flipped back to her laptop screen and slammed it shut. She was glaring at the girl when she turned back. "That's hardly any of your concern! How long have you been sitting there anyway?"

"Long enough to get to know what kind of woman you are," she purred. "It must be hard to keep all that tension bottled up inside. And now that you're free, you have no idea how to express it. I pity you. Truly, I do."

Winter's heart quickened. Her blood turned cold with fear. She had been compromised. That time with Ironwood had been a lucky escape, but there was no denying the truth now.

How humiliating it was to find herself at the mercy of a snooping teenage girl. She could end her reputation in seconds with this kind of knowledge. She was too proud to beg for her silence, but unless they reached a compromise, this girl would be her undoing.

"What do you want from me?" Winter said with an edge in her voice. If she wanted money, so be it. It was nothing to someone like her.

The girl gave her a smile that actually looked sympathetic. "The only thing I want is to help you. We are kindred spirits, you and I. Both looking to bring meaning to this harsh world we live in. I can help you with that."

Winter looked away from her in embarrassment. "You know not my business," she muttered weakly.

"Oh, but that's where you're wrong. Love is my business, and I'm looking at the perfect client."

The girl stood up out of the chair and slowly walked over to her. She turned Winter's chair so that she was looking at her laptop again. The girl opened the laptop, revealing the shameful blank document on her screen.

"A vision without direction is like a bird without wings," the girl went on. "You have the story, and I have the talent." She leaned her head on Winter's shoulder lovingly. "I think we can help each other."

Winter's breath quickened. She had never expected being vulnerable to feel so exciting. The ice in her veins melted and a feeling of warmth stirred within her. Visions of the HuntsMan played in her mind. Her mouth went dry.

"What do you want?" the girl whispered, her lips inches away from her ear.

"I want… I want to write a story," Winter weakly mumbled. Her tongue felt heavy and useless in her mouth.

"Why haven't you?"

Tears pricked the corner of her eyes. "I don't know how," she whispered, the last of her strength and dignity leaving her.

The girl's face felt hot when she pressed it against her cheek. She rested her hands atop her own. They slowly moved them towards the keyboard in a reassuring manner.

"I can show you how," the girl told her in a quiet, soft voice. This intruder had a demon's tongue; her words laced with dark promises that Winter felt compelled to accept.

Winter swallowed. The pact was made. Her knees wobbled in anticipation for what was to follow.

And then, slowly but surely, the keys started tapping their sweet music.

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The wind howled like a moody bitch against the cold night air. Rain hit the ground. Hard.

Standing atop the biggest skyscraper in all of Vale was its sole protector - The HuntsMan. His eyes surveyed his surroundings in disgust. He'd spit on the city, but it'd probably be mistaken for another raindrop. He wanted the whole world to know how very cross he was with the place.

Sometimes he wondered why he even bothered. The city was a mess and not even a fresh coat of paint could make it look decent. Crime was in the air like a big fart. Thieves, murders and toddlers infested the streets. The police were too busy eating doughnuts and kissing the asses of corrupt politicians to do anything. There were elderly people with bowel problems that left less of a stain than what Vale left behind.

The HuntsMan was its only hope. He was a beacon of hope shining in the shadows of impurity. Where he went, justice followed. Bad guys didn't know what hit them. They were all like 'Oh no, it's the HuntsMan and justice is following him. We don't know what hit us, but it was probably him'.

To call the HuntsMan a man would be biologically correct, but spirituality insulting. He was so much more. His body was built like a building, with muscles making up ninety percent of him. His yellow hair shone brighter than a torch, but did little to comfort him from the darkness resting in his soul. His stormy blue eyes saw beyond the veil of this world and gazed into an abyss that would never be filled.

Also he had a massive dick.

'It's never enough," he brooded quietly "No matter what I do, Vale falls to the clutches of evil. This city is sick, and I thought I was the cure. Alas, the patient is resisting treatment."

His voice was like liquid thunder: rippling, powerful and deep. It was like he had a tuba inside his lungs.

"Maybe I should abandon it all?" he murmured. "If not even I, the HuntsMan, can cleanse Vale of crime, who else can?" he sighed mournfully. "I have failed this city…"

"That's not true, HuntsMan!"

A voice like a soothing melody came behind him. He sighed. He should've known she would have had something to say about that.

He turned around and saw the only person in the world who cared about him glaring at him. It was his trusty sidekick and the girl he secretly loved - Winter Schnee.

He had first met the seventeen-year-old girl when she had saved him from his arch-nemesis - Jacques and Horror. He was eternally grateful to her and after discovering how powerful she was (perhaps even more powerful than him?), he offered to take her on as his sidekick. She agreed instantly.

Winter Schnee was a beautiful girl with silvery white hair and flawless features. She could've easily been the greatest supermodel in the world if she hadn't taken up crime-fighting. She was a silver fox faunus, only she was different to other faunus - she had a pair of animal ears and a tail. This only increased her beauty. Her superpower was called 'Handyman' which gave her the power to fix any situation. As such, she was an unstoppable force.

Winter glared at him. "How can you talk about abandoning this city!" she pouted. "We need you watching over us!"

The HuntsMan sighed dramatically, his perfect form reflecting in the moonlight. "I fear I am unworthy to be this city's saviour," he lamented. "My efforts are futile and my skill is lacking. The good people of Vale would be better off without me."

"No! I won't hear it!" Winter exclaimed. "You are the greatest thing ever! You are a hero to all, including me! You can't leave us!"

"You call me a hero, yet I have saved nothing." His voice was really really sad. "The city weeps. She calls for a saviour, and I don't know if it can be me. Perhaps that duty should fall to you, Starlight Katana? You do more good for it than I do."

Starlight Katana was Winter's superhero name. It was based on her hair shining like the stars in the night sky, and was related to her eastern roots. It was a name good people adored and villains feared.

"I could never be like you, HuntsMan," she said. "I may have the love of every person in the world, and even the villains respect me as a warrior. But I'm nothing special. I'm not like you, HuntsMan. You're the real hero and I'm just… normal."

Winter started to tear up. All her life, people put her down because they were jealous of her natural beauty and powers. And no matter how many people she saved, no matter how many people loved her, it was never enough to heal those traumatic scars.

The HuntsMan quickly came to her side and held her. "You are not normal," he said in manly comfort. "You are the greatest superhero in the whole world. It is I who should be the sidekick and you the leader. I… I..."

He blushed and looked away. Winter's eyes lit up with wonder.

"HuntsMan?"

He looked back at her. "I love you," he whispered. The blush on his cheeks grew. He looked so cute and yet so manly at the same time. "I've always loved you. You are my sun in the darkness."

Winter's head was spinning faster than a baby in a washing machine. Her heart was thump-a-dump-dumping to the sound of his confession.

"Do you mean that?" she whispered.

"I do. There is a darkness within me that I cannot control. It gnaws away at my soul like the jaws of sin. But you shed light into my life. You liberate me from my heavy shackles. My heart, my body… it's all yours, dear Winter."

The cold wind had never felt warmer against her skin. Her world was ablaze with passion… and desire...

"HuntsMan, I… I…" The contents of her heart spilled out. "I love you too!" she wept with joy. "I've always loved you. You're everything I could ever ask for. You're my destiny. I want to be yours forever!"

"Oh, Winter…"

The young superheroine couldn't control herself any longer. Her body was a puppet, moved by the strings controlled by her OTP. She threw herself at him.

"Take me, HuntsMan! Take me now!"

Their lips crashed together in a sloppy frenzy of the three T's of kissing: tongues, teeth and tonsils. They drenched each other's mouths with saliva and happy tears. This was what Winter had been waiting for her whole life.

In the city below, a group of shady-looking men met in an alleyway.

They pulled back from each other with a wet smack. A thin trail of saliva connected them, a sign of their deep love.

"Oh, HuntsMan! I knew you'd taste like justice!" Winter moaned.

The titan of a man suddenly looked sad. He turned his head away from her and gazed off with a sexy forlorn expression.

"Is this what you truly want, Winter?" he whispered. "I'm a dangerous man. My soul burns with darkness. Could you ever love a man as tortured as me?"

Fuck yeah, she could!

She turned his head back to her. Her eyes burned into his and sent silent messages of horniness to him.

One of the men in the alley handed a suitcase to another.

"You're my kind of danger, HuntsMan," she purred. "And I'm ready to go in without protection~"

Her deep and moving words stoked the fires of lust within the man. That was all the invitation he needed to put his tongue back in her mouth. The sky was alive with the sounds of their beautiful slurping.

Their bodies moved on their own. The HuntsMan put Winter on the ground and spread her legs to reveal the sacred treasure resting between them. Only the Gods could judge what was about to happen.

The man with the suitcase below entered City Hall.

"Are you going to make love to me now, HuntsMan?" Winter breathed in anticipation. She bit her finger shyly.

"After I fuck you," HuntsMan grinned. He pulled down his trousers and whipped out his supercock. With one quick move, he buried it in Winter's va-jay-jay.

Winter moaned in delight from the feeling of finally being whole. Her mind went bye-bye from the sensation of HuntsMan pounding away at her. This was waaaaay better than fingers for sure.

"Yes, yes, yes," she panted.

"Yes, yes, yes," he panted back.

"Agreed, agreed, agreed," she confirmed. It was good to see they were both on the same page.

Two bodies, bound together by duty and sweat, slapped together like symbols. And the noises they were making sounded a lot better than symbols. A lot of 'ahhh's' and 'oooh's'. That sort of thing.

HuntsMan was great with her body. He played with her boobs, her butt, her hair, everything. Winter meanwhile got to feel his perfect muscles. His abs felt like a firm pack of hotdogs under her hand. They were both perfect for each other, like bread and butter.

City Hall suddenly exploded. That wouldn't be the only explosion happening tonight.

"Prepare yourself, Winter. For I am about to release!" he boldly announced.

Winters legs clung to him. "Me too!" she moaned. "Let's do it at the same time. All together now! One! Two! Three!"

They both climaxed and it was perfect. Absolutely perfect. Anyone who said otherwise was a liar and deserved a pie in the face because it was perfect! They were in love and it was perfect! Perfect!

Flaming pieces of debris from the destruction of City Hall flew into the air. It would serve as the fireworks that ended their absolutely perfect night. They could hardly hear the sounds of screaming civilians over their ragged gasps. The two lovers looked at each other, sweat pouring down their bodies like wet rain.

"Oh, Winter. You were incredible," HuntsMan breathed. "Be mine forever and have my child. I could not live without you."

"And I could not live without you, my dashing hero," she smiled back. "Nothing would make me happier than to birth your superbaby. Because we are lovers. Now and forever."

They ended the night with a few more bouts of passionate canoodling. The city burned in the background, yet the only heat they felt was from their bodies. The clouds parted and the moonlight shone through - a beacon of hope for the future of the city, and themselves.

But as one story closes, another opens. The HuntsMan and Winter would continue their crime-fighting not as besties, but as lovies. They would deliver justice holding hands, beat up bad guys with romantically timed attacks, and finish every sentence with the word 'honey'.

And the world would forever look up at them and go 'awwww'.

The End

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Winter gasped when her fingers left the keyboard. Her heartbeat slowed down and the world came into focus again.

What a thrill! What a rush! She had been sucked into a different world and had finally returned all hot and blustered. Adrenaline coursed through her veins like a raging river. Her body trembled in the chair as she rode out the euphoric remains of her creative high.

She was there! She was there on that rooftop where the HuntsMan had made love with her! She had felt the wind blowing against their burning bodies. She had been both an observer and a participant at the same time. Such pleasure was beyond her comprehension.

So wrapped up in her fantasy, she had almost forgotten about the mysterious intruder next to her, who was now very much a welcome guest.

"We're finished" she whispered into her ear. Goosebumps rose on the back of Winter's neck. "How did it feel?"

"It was glorious," Winter breathed blissfully. Her body felt like jelly as she sagged.

"I thought as much," the girl chuckled. "Doesn't it feel good to give in to your heart's desires? Society deems it wrong to let our primal urges run wild. But you and I know better. Pleasure should be embraced, not rejected. Now show me a smile~"

Such wise words for a young girl. She wondered where she got her education. Wherever it was, Winter felt slightly envious. She now felt like she had been living a lie all her life.

But then pleasant memories flooded back and her legs wobbled. She felt the girl cup her chin and turn her head to look at her. Winter gave her that smile she wanted.

"You're incredible," Winter sighed. "How can I ever repay you?"

The girl hummed. "How, you say? Simply spread the message of love and desire as you have done tonight. Submit to your inner beast. That is all you must do. Oh, and maybe include more ninjas next time. That would help."

That had to be the easiest order she had ever been given in her life. It would be done.

"Please, I must know your name," Winter implored. Every teacher needed a title, after all.

The girl grinned slyly. An aura of mischief throbbed around her. "My name is not important. For it is not what we say that matters. Only what we do~"

Perhaps she was imagining things, but she thought she saw the bow on her head twitch. The hand on her chin moved up to her cheek and stroked it. Another came to undo the bun in her hair, letting her silvery-white locks flow freely. Pale-blue eyes met warm amber ones in a heated gaze

The girl moved her face closer to hers. Winter could smell the sweet scent of apricots coming from the girl's lip gloss. Their lips were inches away from each other.

"What are you doing?"

The question made the girl freeze. Her eyes, which were narrow slits before, suddenly went wide. "Uh… what?"

"Were you about to kiss me?"

The girl's skin surpassed her already pale complexion and went even whiter. "Um… well, I, um…" She spoke in broken sentences. It was the first time she had sounded nervous. "I mean, yeah? Kinda?"

"Why?"

"Well, because… oh God, were you not feeling it? Because I was totally feeling it."

"Why would you try to kiss me when I'm obviously attracted to a man?"

"I-I know, but I just thought… we were both in the moment and I thought… you know."

"Well, you thought wrong."

"Y-Yeah… clearly..."

Winter's blank stare met her nervous one. This went on for a few moments before the girl finally retracted her hand and shuffled away from her. Her confident demeanour was gone, replaced by a skittish one.

She coughed awkwardly into her hand. "Well, I-I guess I should go then," she muttered with a fierce blush on her face. "Please don't call security. I did help you with the story, after all."

"Just see to it that you don't disturb anyone else, and we'll have a deal," Winter offered.

"S-Sure." The girl looked around the room. "It's, uh, it's a nice bedroom you've got here. Way better than the ones we have back in Beacon."

Winter raised an eyebrow. "So you're from Beacon then?"

The girl's eyes widened with panic. "Ninja vanish!" she suddenly cried. She pulled out a smoke bomb and threw it on the ground. A thick smoke cloud enveloped the room instantly.

The sound of her window being smashed could be heard from within the smoke, followed by the sounds of the girl desperately scrambling through it.

Winter sat in the grey cloud contemplating what had happened. That had been one of the most spectacular times in her life and yet one of the strangest. The girl was an odd one. She had no idea what came over her during that final moment. Probably hormones or some other teenage affliction. But her advice was very much appreciated. Tonight's writing session would've ended in disaster without her help.

All in all, it was a successful encounter.

Then the smoke alarm went off and the sprinklers drenched the room and herself in water.

Winter sighed. Well, semi-successful anyway.


Pandora's Book returning soon...

Anyway, here's the update: I'm gonna be away for two weeks because I'm going on a hike tomorrow for two weeks. It's the Pennine Way in England - a 268 mile walk that's gonna keep me busy. So I won't be able to update anything in that time, due to me living in a tent and eating grass for breakfast. When I come back though, I'll get back to work on Exxxtra Credit and Reap What You Sow. Oh, and this thing too, I guess.

Anyway, that's the update. Why the hell does this thing have over 150 followers?