AWOO, MUTHATFUCKAS! It's time! The chapter you've all been waiting for is here. I won't even bother with a long author note. This is rated T+ for a very spicy Lime scene. Enjoy!

Jaune was supposed to meet Pyrrha in the forest at sunset, so he spent the late afternoon walking through the southern forest, checking a series of snares he had personally set up several days ago. His heart was starting to sink until he finally found a struggling rabbit in one of the last ones. He made quick work of it with his hunting knife and put it in a game bag, which he tied securely shut.

He was still carrying the bag when he met with Pyrrha, though he had shed his armor and weapons, and was clad in his work clothes and thickest cloak. In his satchel were a few medical supplies, which he knew to bring with him everywhere, and two blankets. His heart threw itself against his ribs as he stared at the forest.

The shadows under the trees melted away as a familiar red-furred wolf stepped into the moonlight. Her green eyes glinted and the scarred skin on her back glistened. She whined softly, her tail wagging at the sight of her mate.

Jaune immediately walked over, hugging her broad, muscular form tightly. He laughed as she nuzzled his neck with a cold nose. He combed his fingers through her fur, noticing that it seemed a lot softer than usual. Did she groom herself before coming here? He blushed at the thought, suddenly wondering if he should have looked for a nicer cloak.

Pyrrha moved back and beckoned toward the trees, walking slowly as Jaune fell into step next to her. Boots and paws crunched the frozen grass and the thin layer of snow on the ground. In the moonlight, the trees were black shades, reaching thin, crooked claws toward the sky. When the snow started falling in earnest, they would be blanketed with layers of whiteness. Now, they only shimmered with the barest coating of frost, making the forest look ethereal and prism-like.

She was glad to see Jaune looking at the trees, as well as the stars peeking through the branches. He kept one hand on her shoulder so they wouldn't wander apart. She rumbled quietly, turning down a path that Neon had told her about, toward a cave at the far edge of Adam's old territory. It took a half hour to get there, but neither human nor werewolf felt the need to speak the entire time.

Jaune's scent comforted Pyrrha as she finally allowed herself to relax after days of being the leader of a slowly-adjusting pack. He smelled of sweat, wood, sawdust, and a hint of rabbit blood. It looked as if he had been hunting that day.

Their destination was a small cave with lots of bushes around the front, a good distance away from the denning area and Vale. There was little chance of being disturbed by anything but animals. Pyrrha had even patrolled the area earlier on her own, driving away any Grimm within a mile of the place.

Pyrrha slipped into the cave and transformed back into her human form. She sat down on a pile of blankets she had placed in the corner earlier, and peered toward the entrance.

Jaune's blood was burning and his throat was tight, but he still managed to speak. "Actually, there was one other thing…"

Pyrrha wrapped one of the blankets around herself and joined him back outside, frowning with concern. "Are you okay?"

"More than okay!" Jaune said quickly. "I just thought I'd give you this first." The rabbit looked painfully scrawny as he took it out of the hunting bag. "You, uh, told me before that it's tradition for a male werewolf to hunt for his mate when he wants to make their pairing official." He glanced bashfully to the side. "I'm not sure if a tiny rabbit in a snare really counts, but I didn't have too many options."

Pyrrha took the rabbit from Jaune, staring at the piece of prey reverently. She was honestly touched that he had remembered that detail from their long-ago conversation about mating rituals. "It absolutely counts, Jaune," she assured him, giving him a warm smile. "I am honored to accept this."

She quickly looked for a good location for a fire. "Traditionally, the mated werewolves eat the prey raw while in their wolf forms, but that obviously won't work for you just yet," she explained.

Jaune took care of the fire while Pyrrha set about skinning and preparing the rabbit, which they put on a skewer to cook. They sat together, huddled under several blankets, gazing past the sparks from the fire and at the surrounding winter forest. Pyrrha shivered as the night air cut easily through the tunic and pants she had brought, and pressed closer to Jaune, who immediately wrapped his cloak around her to add to the warmth.

"Most werewolves stay in their second forms throughout the night when it's winter," Pyrrha murmured. "It'll be warmer in the cave, though."

"If it's not, I'm sure we can make it warmer," Jaune said with a grin. When he became aware of Pyrrha letting out a muffled snicker, he immediately realized how idiotic that had sounded. "Oh Maidens, that was bad. Uh, feel free to totally forget I said that!"

Pyrrha covered her mouth to stifle her giggles. "Forget what?"

Jaune glanced down at her, caught the amused glint in her eyes, and couldn't help laughing as well. He hugged her close, letting his mirth out in a way he hadn't been able to do for weeks. He felt her squeezing him with a sort of desperation, even as she laughed against him.

He understood completely. This was the first time they didn't have to be careful, didn't have to be afraid of anything coming between them, didn't have to wonder what would happen if Jaune was accidentally turned. That was all in the past, and they were keen on enjoying the present.

The rabbit cooked quickly, and there wasn't a lot of meat on it, but the two savored every bite. Pyrrha buried the bones a few yards away, cleaned her hands with the sparse snow, then returned to Jaune, who was burying the ashes of their fire. "Are you ready?"

Jaune nodded, beckoning toward the cave. "Ladies first."

The cave had a narrow entrance, and Jaune was able to hang a blanket over most of it. He joined Pyrrha in the back of the cave, drawing her close as they settled in the makeshift nest.

Pyrrha brushed his messy bangs from his eyes as her own eyesight adjusted to the darkness. "So, what's next?"

Jaune blushed. "I mean…weren't we going to…?"

"Have sex?"

"You werewolves are really blunt."

"Well, you humans love beating around the bush. Honestly, you could all do with some werewolf bluntness," Pyrrha chuckled before her face turned serious. "What I mean is that we don't have to if you aren't ready yet. I'm perfectly content to spend the night with you alone and away from everyone else. We can sleep here, talk, or I could turn back into a wolf and take us through the woods. I don't want to pressure you."

Jaune shook his head. "You aren't. I've been wanting this for a long time. If we both do, then why wait?"

"Well," Pyrrha murmured. "There is your Church and its rules."

Jaune shrugged. "If there's one thing I've learned over these past few months, it's to not take the texts at face value. I'm just going to be good to the people around me, try to follow a decent moral code, and leave the freaking out over sins to the priests and priestesses."

Pyrrha let out a laugh. "I like that plan! If it helps, that's really all you need to do to be in favor with the Moon."

"Good to know." Jaune reached out, lightly brushing his fingertips against Pyrrha's skin, watching her eyes flutter shut in response to his touch. He cupped her cheek, his heart warming as she nuzzled against his palm. He moved closer, keeping his eyes open, drinking in the pink blush on her face, which was visible to his adjusted eyes, even in the darkness of the cave.

"Jaune…?" Pyrrha opened her eyes slightly, wondering what was taking him so long. Her blush deepened as she realized that Jaune had just been looking at her. The soft smile on his face and the loving shine in those gorgeous blue eyes made her feel like she was floating.

Still, she couldn't resist teasing him just a little. "Are you just going to stare at me all night?" she asked, cocking an eyebrow.

Jaune laughed, his cheeks heating up. "No, but I definitely could." His blush deepened when he realized how stupid that sounded. "I mean, you're really beautiful." And that sounded even dumber.

Sweet Moon, I love him so much! Pyrrha thought as her human became more and more flustered. No one should be this adorable. Deciding to spare him any more embarrassment, she touched a finger to his lips to silence him. "You're talking too much," she breathed.

Then, she removed her finger and replaced it with her mouth.

Any coherent thought left Pyrrha's mind as she tasted Jaune's lips yet again. Even now, it felt as incredible as the first time. They were soft. So, so soft and warm. She kissed them as gently as she could, suddenly afraid that she might accidentally hurt him if she moved too quickly. Moaning, she pressed herself against his chest, needing to feel more of his warmth as she continued to tenderly claim his mouth.

Jaune immediately melted into her embrace, loving how perfect her hot, chapped lips felt on his. When she moaned, he wondered if it was possible to die of pure bliss. The fact that there were no Grimm, no problems, and nothing to stop them made his heart stutter with joy. God and Maidens, I've wanted this for so long… He brought one hand up to comb through her long, silken hair. His fingertips brushed her back, which arched sensuously against his hand. The tunic she was wearing suddenly seemed to be a very annoying, unnecessary item.

Still, he made no move to remove it. There was plenty of time for that. They had all night, after all. Just then, he wanted to commit this kiss to memory forever.

She was being so careful with him, he noticed. He could tell that she was holding back, pressing her lips softly against his and touching him with an almost painstaking tenderness. Deciding to move things along, he took the initiative to run his tongue along her bottom lip. She gasped in surprise, which allowed him to slip his tongue in.

Pyrrha shivered with delight as Jaune's tongue wrapped around hers, and she eagerly responded, loving the sweet, almost honey-like taste of him as it combined with the lingering salty flavor of rabbit meat. She felt his fingers against the back of her neck. A shiver went through her as she pulled herself into his lap, tangling her fingers in his short, choppy hair.

After a minute of exploring his mouth, she pulled away with a barely-audible wet sound and began to pepper quick kisses across his throat. He made a strangled noise while tightening his grip on her, and she paused. "Is this okay?"

"Yes!" he gasped. "More than okay!" He closed his eyes as Pyrrha brushed her lips against his quickening pulse. His hand slipped under her tunic, running slowly up her scarred back, silently worshipping the warped flesh there. She trembled against him, and he took the opportunity to tug at the collar of the tunic and gently nuzzle the curve between her neck and shoulder.

"Jaune…" Pyrrha moaned, her breath coming out as a low rumble. Needing to kiss his lips again, she drew him away from her shoulder and pressed her mouth to his. This time, she didn't hesitate to twine her tongue with his. She gripped his shoulders in an almost possessive gesture, as if he would suddenly vanish if she let go.

One kiss turned to several, separated only by brief respites for much-needed air. They gasped against each other's mouths before pressing close again, never moving more than an inch or so away from each other. Neither one could even feel the bare traces of chill winter air that managed to creep into the cave.

A raw heat was pulsing through Pyrrha's veins, as if her very blood was on fire. Her skin tingled with every touch of Jaune's hand. The tunic on her shoulders seemed to press against each nerve, urging her to remove it immediately. She wanted to, but she didn't want to move away from Jaune. She felt her purr-like rumble turn to a growl as she nipped playfully at his bottom lip.

Jaune let out a yelp at the sudden sharpness on his lip, which both hurt and sent a thrill down his spine. His entire body grew tense as he realized he wanted more.

Pyrrha, of course, immediately backed away in response to Jaune's cry. She saw the blood on his lip, and realized too late that her fangs had grown. She covered her mouth with one hand, her heart sinking when she saw that her nails had turned to claws while she had gripped Jaune's back and shoulders. "I'm sorry!" she gasped. "I didn't… I've never…"

"Whoa, hold on." Jaune wiped his lip before pulling Pyrrha's hand away from her mouth. "It's okay." He stared at her, his breath coming in short gasps as he took in her appearance in that moment. While she was still in her human form, her eyes had taken on a feral, wolfish glow that held a burning overtone of lust. Her teeth and nails had grown sharp, making her look even wilder. She had never looked so beautiful.

"I-I'll be careful from now on. I promise," Pyrrha said, staring at the ground. "But, if you don't want to continue-"

"Pyrrha." Jaune slipped a finger under her chin, tilting her face toward his. "You don't need to be careful."

Pyrrha shook her head. "I don't want to hurt you!"

"You won't," Jaune insisted, unable to keep the excitement from his voice. "I'm a Huntsman, remember?" When Pyrrha still hesitated, he pressed his lips to hers. "You're a werewolf, Pyrrha," he murmured against her mouth. "So, be a werewolf." His lips moved to her neck, where he kissed softly once before biting down.

His teeth were dull compared to hers, and didn't draw any blood, but the light scrape of them against Pyrrha's skin was more than enough to drive her over the edge. She wrapped her arms tightly around Jaune, digging her claws into his back as he nibbled and sucked on the side of her neck. She threw her head back, moaning loudly, ending the noise with another growl.

Jaune was shaking. He couldn't help it. He knew what was coming next. He kissed the mark he had made on Pyrrha's neck, then drew back so that he could finally remove her tunic.

As soon as it was off, Pyrrha practically pounced on Jaune, pushing him onto his back with a thud. There were no apologies this time, only a low rumble that grew louder as Pyrrha kissed and nipped at Jaune's mouth. Her claws ran down his front, filling the cave with the sound of ripping cloth.

Jaune's tunic was quickly shredded to pieces. He gasped against Pyrrha's mouth as he felt the sharp tips of her claws running down his chest, leaving thin, red trails that stopped at his waist. His lips were bruised, and his bottom lip was bleeding again. He shivered as Pyrrha slowly ran her tongue over the cut.

His own shaking hands memorized the curves and muscles of her body in a way they had always refrained from doing before. Her curving hips. Her hard stomach. Her soft breasts. Her scarred back. All different sensations melding into one beautiful form that, as far as Jaune was concerned, was perfect in every way.

Woman and beast warred with each other within Pyrrha, even as they merged together for one purpose that they both intimately understood. Her claws and fangs marked Jaune's soft flesh even as her hot lips and kindly palms soothed him. One ear drank in his cries and moans while the other was alert, even through the lustful haze, of even the slightest sign that he wanted to stop or was hurting in a way he didn't like.

That sign never came. Jaune clung to her, his excitement becoming more apparent and sending a delicious thrill down Pyrrha's spine. She sank her teeth into his shoulder, canines piercing flesh and muscle, eliciting a sharp yelp.

The pain in Jaune's shoulder was bright and sudden, making his vision go white for a moment. Still, he clung to Pyrrha, his heart throwing itself against his ribcage as it struggled to keep up with the blood racing through his veins. He knew what was happening. Even though their actions until now were more than enough to change him, Pyrrha wanted to make it official. She wanted to bite him in the way a werewolf was meant to bite a human they had chosen for the change. Her fangs were fully wolfish, enough so that her mouth was slightly elongated as she held his shoulder. As she let go, he felt the fangs retract slightly, but not entirely. It was a human tongue that lapped at the blood.

"I guess I'm not 'your human' anymore," he said jokingly, combing his fingers through her hair as she tended to the bite.

"Hm. I suppose not." Pyrrha kissed the bite a few times, then went back to carefully licking it, stopping only when the blood stopped flowing so urgently. "But you'll always be mine regardless." She paused, then let out a groan. "Oh, Moon… Please forget I said that!"

Jaune burst out laughing, hugging Pyrrha close again. His shoulders shook, which irritated the bite, but he honestly didn't care. He was just so happy!

Of course, her mate's adorable laugh was more than enough to relax Pyrrha. She laughed softly, snuggling against his bare chest. She scratched lightly at his abdomen, gentler than before, though still enough to make him shiver. When the laughter subsided, she pushed him slowly onto his back and leaned over him, her hair making a curtain between them and the cave entrance. "Are you ready?" she purred, touching a light kiss to his lips as her hand wandered downward.

Jaune readily returned her kiss, shivering with anticipation. "I'm ready for anything."

…

Pyrrha awoke first the following morning, her body pleasantly sore. The sun hadn't risen yet, so she was still in her wolf form, which she had taken on just before falling asleep in order to keep Jaune warm throughout the night. She had one blanket over her, while the rest had been wrapped around Jaune, who was now bundled up in his own personal cocoon, which Pyrrha held tenderly in her arms.

She couldn't have been happier. Last night had absolutely been worth waiting for. And there will be many more in the future, she thought, feeling a thrill traveling along her back. She felt Jaune stirring, and gently licked his cheek with a warm tongue.

When the sky outside started lightening, Pyrrha hastened to unwrap the blankets around Jaune and press close to him. When the sun forced her to shed her wolf fur, she nestled against him and pulled the blankets around them again, shivering.

Jaune awoke to the feel of Pyrrha's cold feet against his legs and her body trembling against his chest. He immediately hugged her closer, making sure the blankets were tucked around her shoulders. He smiled at her once they were adjusted. "Good morning."

Pyrrha kissed his chest. "Good morning." Her eyes widened as she saw the red scratches that covered his skin, made clearer by the daylight. "I'm so sorry!" she gasped, starting to draw back.

"Hey!" Jaune stopped her from moving too far away. "Did you hear me complaining?"

"Doesn't it hurt?"

"I mean, it does, but…" Jaune blushed, rubbing at the back of his neck, his fingers brushing one of several red marks there. "Not in a way I don't like."

Pyrrha looked at the earnest smile on his face and the happy glimmer in his eyes, and allowed herself to relax against him again. "Okay." She closed her eyes, listening to the steady thud of his heartbeat against her ear. "I love you, Jaune."

Jaune kissed the top of her head. "I love you too."

After a few minutes, Pyrrha let out a regretful sigh. "I suppose we should put on our cloaks and go back."

She was right. Jaune knew she was right. Still, he hugged her a little tighter. "What's the hurry?"

Pyrrha looked up at him. "Well, I have a pack to lead and you- Oh!" Her train of thought abruptly stopped when Jaune moved down to nip at her ear. Her spine tingled and a smirk came to her face. "Hm. I suppose a few minutes won't make much of a difference."

An hour later, they hurriedly packed up the blankets, and started back toward Vale.

…..

Jaune was painstakingly careful as he entered Vale. It was late morning, so most of the townsfolk were awake and working on repairs. He would soon be joining them. However, his current goal was to reach his house unnoticed and get a new shirt.

"Hey, Jaune!"

Dammit! Fastening his cloak tightly around himself, Jaune turned. "Good morning, Coco!"

Coco grinned when she saw the bags under Jaune's eyes. "Heard you went out with Pyrrha last night. Finally released the beast, huh?"

Jaune raised an eyebrow. "Released the beast? Really?"

"I mean, I have more. Did the big bad wolf blow you down? Did you take off the sheep's clothing? Did you bite off more than you could chew? Did she? Maidens, I hope she didn't actually bite down there…"

"Please stop talking…" Jaune groaned, rubbing his eyes. Unfortunately, this caused some of his cloak to slip. He scrambled to pull it back around him, but it was open just long enough for Coco to glimpse the bites and scratches covering his front.

Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. "Sweet, merciful God and Maidens…" Slowly, her shocked look was replaced with a grin. "Is this what I have to look forward to from Fox now? Daaaaamn!"

"Please stop talking and let me go to my house!" Jaune snapped.

Coco waved her hand, still smirking like a satisfied cat. "Sure, sure. Go ahead. I win the bet, by the way."

"You won it when I kissed her on the full moon," Jaune pointed out.

"Yeah, but I think this counts as extra winning."

"I do not like you," Jaune said flatly. "You are a mean person."

Coco snickered. "Always with the compliments. See you!"

By some miracle, Jaune made it to his house and into his room to find a shirt without being seen. He was quick to put on a scarf as well, as there were several bites on his neck. It wasn't as if he was ashamed of anything, but he really did not want to deal with any sass while he was working. Also, despite his admiration for werewolf bluntness and honesty, there was still a very human part of him that wanted to make sure his parents and sisters never saw or knew about a single mark!

He emerged from the house, where a group of builders immediately waved him over to help carry some beams. Just before he joined them, he glanced back at the forest. See you soon, Pyrrha, he thought with a soft smile before beginning yet another long day of rebuilding.

I spent a really long time perfecting this chapter. You have no idea. I definitely toed the line between Lime and Lemon more than I have ever done before, but I think I did a pretty good job.

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