So. Here it is. The first lemon of the story. But there's a bit of fluff too, but I promised it and I delivered, though it took me a long ass time. Fun fact: I had all of this chapter written for at least a month up till the lemon which took a long time to get motivated to write. In response to those who were confused about who Jaune wants... He has no idea. I don't either, even though my OTP for the RWBY universe is in this story. So now it's entirely up in the air. So, yeah. Sorry for the wait and if any of you want to submit ideas, I tried to add a bit to this chapter and I have no idea how to proceed, so send them in. If I use your idea, I'll give you credit for it! Anyways, here you go. Don't forget to follow if you liked it and favorite if you really liked it!
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Court
Dust hurt. If handled without any protective gloves or goggles, it would burn your fingers and eyeballs and often would result in a long stay in the eye cleaning station that most pre-combat schools had in their science rooms. Jaune was glad that he had his sunglasses and leather gloves for just that reason. However, these practical accessories didn't help against the intense punches received from his feisty teammate. He had resorted to the small dagger that he had concealed along his thigh since in this close of a fight, Crocea Mors was virtually useless.
His shield was getting seriously stressed from the repetitive hits from Yang's gauntlets and, taking advantage of the two second interval between Yang's punches, he flared his aura, causing his shield to morph into a large fist that completely encased his left hand. Yang faltered briefly and threw a punch, allowing Jaune to match, their fists colliding. For a second, nothing moved. Firing the rest of the shells in her gauntlets, Yang overpowered the already beaten shield, causing it to splinter. Jaune was stunned for a second, wish allowed Yang to deliver a knockout punch directly to his chest. With an almighty bang, Jaune was shot back into the wall. For a second, the entire class was silent. In tandem, Weiss and Blake stood up while Yang jogged over to the battered knight.
"I swear to god Yang if you broke my part-" Blake silenced Weiss with a hand on her shoulder and looked up at Yang who was crouching in front of the knight.
Yang was looking at the knight, whose eyes were hidden behind his long bangs. She reached out to brush his hair out of his face when he reached up and stopped her hand by gently grabbing her wrist. With a shake of his head, he looked up into her eyes with a spark of amusement in his ocean blue eyes. He could hear Weiss' in her heels as she walked toward him. He assumed that Blake was with her. Refocusing on the blonde in front of him, he grinned.
"You're packing a bigger punch there then I remember, Dragonfire." Yang grinned and pulled him up, crushing him with a hug. He noticed Weiss and Blake walking up and gently extracted himself from Yang's grasp though he left an arm around her shoulder while hers lingered on his waist. Before Weiss could speak up, he cut her off.
"I am, surprisingly, fine." Weiss scoffed and Blake rolled her eyes. Weiss pointed at his chest.
"That's 'fine'?" Jaune looked down at his armor. There was a large impression of a fist in the metal that was slightly scorched around the outside of the impression. Yang giggled nervously.
"Oops."
"Hammer."
"Here you are."
The sound of pounding metal rang through the forge as Jaune pounded out the large dent in his breast plate. Yang had offered to help since she had experience with making her own weapons at Signal and Jaune only did minor repairs on Crocea Mors since it was an heirloom. Plus, it was her fault so she felt she needed to make it up to him. The ringing on the anvil suddenly came to an end as Jaune finished the repair on his breast plate.
"Pliers."
"Here." Jaune picked up the cherry red metal and dunked it in the bucket of ice water, causing the water to boil with a hiss and a cloud of steam billowed past the boy's face, causing him to wince in discomfort. He removed the breastplate and dropped it on the anvil, allowing it to cool. With a sigh, Jaune pulled the blacksmithing goggles off and turning around, he put them on the table where they were found. He did the same with the leather gloves that he borrowed and before he turned back around, Leon walked in with something that looked like an end table. His eyes brightened considerably when he recognized Jaune.
"Hey! It's Jaune!" He exclaimed to no one in particular. "And... other blondie!" He obviously didn't know Yang. Jaune grinned in response.
"Leon! How's it going?"
"I am feeling hot! Gonna finish Buford! What brings you down to the lonely forges with..." Yang chuckled in response.
"I'm Yang. If anything, Vomit Boy here is 'other blondie'." She pounded on Jaune's back. The boy laughed again and Jaune rolled his eyes.
"I'm repairing my breastplate and forging a new shield. They got all fucked up thanks to this one." He jabbed a thumb at Yang behind him, causing her to stick her tongue out at him. Leon's eyes were alight with interest.
"Oooh. Could I take a look? Forging is kinda my thang. And Reyna." He grinned cheekily as he picked up Jaune's armor. For the first time Jaune had ever seen, Leon went completely serious as he examined the piece. He set it down and looked critically at Jaune.
"This is- to be completely frank -absolute shite. The metal would break with any force over ten newtons. I'd estimate the original hit was... oh something like 100 newtons or so? I'll take care of this and the shield. I'm guessing you want it to be able to mecha-shift right?" Jaune was completely floored by the generosity.
"I... uh wow, yeah. I was thinking a bow or crossbow that fires standard dust rounds? Wait, the type Weiss uses. That way we have no problems with ammo. I'll message her and ask." Jaune pulled out his scroll and began typing only to be stopped by a thoughtful Leon.
"She's got Myrtenaster, right?" Jaune nodded. "She uses a .357 caliber bullet with a 100 dust grain."
"How'd you know that?"
"Who do you think made Myrtenaster? Moi, yours and truly. I'll design and build the shield so it can mecha-shift into a crossbow and optimize it for the same dust grainage." With that he waved the two blondes away and began muttering about design ideas as Jaune shouted his thanks back at him.
When they arrived back at the room, they bumped into Weiss and Blake who were headed off to the library. Weiss said something about the project that Ooblek assigned them and that she had to meet Annabeth while Blake was looking for some new reading material, so Jaune and Yang waved their partners off and got started on the assignment for Port.
Half an hour later, Jaune was finished and Yang was just about done when there was a sharp knock on their door. Jaune walked over and opened the door, revealing an extremely proud looking Leon who was flanked by a girl who was bantering with him. In his hands, he held the armor that he repaired and the new shield, currently in sheath form. He held them out, grinning.
"Definitely some of my best work. Far surpassing Myrtenaster, but don't tell Ice Queen, okay? I've got touch-ups for days what with my team and Reyna's. Last thing I need is an annoyed heiress on my case. Oh, have you meet the rest of our two teams? This is Piper, she's my partner. Us and Percy and Annabelle make up Team APPL (Apple). Our room is just down the hall with RFHJ (Refuge) across the hall. Yo-" Piper rolled her eyes and punched him on the shoulder.
"Leo!"
"Hmm?"
"Rambling."
"Oh. Sorry." Piper patted his shoulder.
"We should check on Percy, he's bored without Annabeth. Nice to meet you... I never actually got your names. Way to go Repair Boy." Leo rolled his eyes.
"Fine. This is Jaune and Yang, Jaune and Yang, this is Piper. Happy, Beauty Queen?" Piper chuckled and pushed him out of the way and shook both of their hands
"Nice to meet you. Now we've got to get back to Percy before he floods our room or something like that. See you tomorrow!" With those parting words, Piper dragged Leon behind her back to their room as he waved cheerfully back at them.
"Well that was a thing." Yang had raised an eyebrow at the pair who had stopped in front of what they assumed was their door. With a final wave, the two disappeared from their view.
"I've got to finish Port's assignment." Jaune raised his eyebrow at the blonde who was already getting started on her work. After a second, she looked back at him.
"What? I can be responsible. Shut up." Jaune started laughing at the annoyed girl who just huffed and put the finishing touches on her work.
"What's up with you? I used to have to lock you in your room to get you to do your homework." She averted her eyes and jumped onto her bed.
"Nothing is different. It's just that you have Weiss and Blake to keep you occupied so, I thought that I should work on doing stuff myself." She didn't quite meet Jaune's gaze when he looked at her, so he walked over to the bashful girl and sat next to on her bed.
"Hey, I can still pay attention to you. You're still one of my best friends, of course I can still notice you. Now let's go do something." He grabbed her hand and tugged her off of her bed, causing her to grin and laugh.
"C'mon!"
Yang and Jaune were walking in the forest outside of Beacon, holding steaming cups of hot chocolate and laughing about the multitude of awkward situations that Jaune had at Signal, other than the bus incident.
"And then you tripped!" Yang was snickering at Jaune's misfortune during his first spar with her as he walked along, rolling his eyes. Yang punched him lightly on the arm, earning a playful glare from her friend.
"Oh and there was that time when-" Jaune grabbed her and pushed up against a tree, their paper cups falling to the ground and spilling without a second thought. Jaune caught her gaze and exhaled.
"Shut up, Dragonfire." Yang moved her hands to his butt and squeezed.
"Oh yeah? What are you going to do about it?" Jaune moaned and nipped her on the neck, causing Yang to catch her breath.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Yang grabbed him by the lapels and pushed his jacket off impatiently, smashing her lips against his. She pulled his shirt open, the buttons scattering from the force from the firebrand and bouncing along the path. He grunted in annoyance, he'd have to buy another shirt. Her hungry eyes focused on his chest as she ran her fingers along his stomach, earning a hiss from the boy.
"I've got a feeling that I already know." They locked eyes, a mutual agreement passing between them as their eyes clouded over with lust. Without a second thought, Yang pulled out Jaune's wallet and removed the condom that he kept in the back pocket of the main compartment as he found her heat with his right hand, fumbling with his belt with his left. Yang started laughing at Jaune's struggles with his belt as she moaned from his touch, producing a breathy chuckle from the girl.
He felt Yang slip the condom on his freed length and responded with slipping his hand within her panties and pressing down hard on her heated clit. Her eyes closed as she bit hard on his shoulder, eliciting a gasp from the boy. Her hand was now firmly grasped on him, pulling towards her and with a quick movement, Jaune thrust into her with a moan of pleasure from both of them. Yang wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms wrapping around his neck as they met in a kiss once again. She felt Jaune unbuttoning her shirt, letting it hang open as his left hand snaked around her back and deftly unlatched her bra, causing the strapless garment to fall to the ground. His fingers found her diamond hard nipples as he pushed her against the tree, pounding relentlessly, causing her to roughly bite his collarbone. She felt his lips press against her hair as she felt the ecstasy building within her.
"Y-Yang, I..." Jaune broke the silence of moans of pleasure with a gruff warning which Yang breathily replied to, urging him on. She gasped as she released, the fluid coating their already soaked connection. Moments later, he moaned and came. She could feel the contained hotness within her as Jaune set her down in the clearing and laying with her on the comfortable moss that covered the ground, the two of them still connected. After laying there for what seemed like an eternity, Jaune cupped her cheek and kissed her sweetly. He pulled away and smiled at her. She smiled back, it was contagious. He finally removed himself from her and sighed in contentness.
"We should do that again." Yang couldn't help but agree.