Yarr, maties! I be back from me cruise! I hear tell that ye be missin' ol' me, so I's decided to stop by and give ye a piece o' warnin'. Due to unforeseen happenin's, the author has decided ta change the ratin' o' this story to "M", as in "Matey, this story now be containin' smut!" He's asked me ta let you yella-bellied snot-snouted codpieces know that this chapter be not fer the youngin's ta read. Oh, hells, that be the local law enforcement! Ye would think that a small mutiny be not a matter in the eyes of the world, but ye would be wrong! I must fight! ...to run away! I'll be seein' ya soon, ye faithful readers, after I lose these here pirate racists! AWAY WITH YE!

35 Days After Cinder's Invasion

Jaune gently picked Pyrrha up from where she stood, scooping her up into his noticeably-bigger arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned her head into his chest, smiling. The young man kissed her hair and carried her into their dorm. At the request of nearly all of Teams RWBY and JNPR, the two dorms next door to their originals were now vacant. Each couple from both teams would now have their own room to share with their lover. Jaune had taken the time to move all of his and Pyrrha's stuff from their old dorm to their new one.

With Pyrrha secure in his arms, Jaune very carefully kicked the door in and carried her over the threshold. The room was set up similarly to their old dorm, although a large king-sized bed replaced their two twin-sized beds and the extra space was taken up by a large armoire and weapon rack.

Jaune walked straight to the bed and leaned down, laying Pyrrha gently against the sheets. She kept her arms wrapped around his neck, staring into his eyes as he smoothly ran his hand from her back to her thigh, lifting her leg up.

She wore only sweatpants and a t-shirt, but Jaune still thought her beautiful. She had finally been released from the hospital and Jaune was determined to make sure that she was well cared for. He had no illusions, his girlfriend could easily kick his ass any day of the week, but he loved how she sat back and let him dote upon her. It was the perfect blend of give and take. Everyone could see that she was strong, but no one thought that she was settling anymore. She and Jaune were partners, equally invested in each other. Besides, behind closed doors, she could be whatever he wanted her to be. Today, she decided to just relax and let Jaune be the big man, doting on his beloved.

She was still too weak to walk very far and her medicines needed to be carefully monitored, but the doctors said that as long as she and Jaune were careful, they would be just fine going home. Jaune stroked Pyrrha's pale cheek. Her olive skin had adopted a pasty hue and her eyes were dull. It seemed as if all of the vibrancy had been drained out of her. However, she still smiled and if she had the strength, she would often pull Jaune into a surprisingly tight embrace.

Now they were home and alone at last. Jaune wanted desperately to rip her clothes off and ravish her right then and there, and Pyrrha wanted nothing more than to be ravished, but Jaune was a kind and gentle soul and he wouldn't risk her health. So they found themselves wrapped tightly in their blankets, simply enjoying the sensation of being together physically once more.

As their lips pressed together for the hundredth time that day, Pyrrha moaned gently. Jaune pulled away and looked at her, worried that he'd done something wrong. When he caught Pyrrha's gaze, her face was red and she her soft breathing was erratic. She gazed lustfully into Jaune's eyes and pulled him back to her before he could ask if she needed another dose of her medicine. Their lips crashed together again and as Pyrrha took control, Jaune found himself fighting a losing battle against a woman who had been injured in battle, nearly killed, had her soul stolen, was kept in captivity inside of an evil mastermind while her body wasted away, and then kept inside a slightly different cell as she waited to be transferred back. She was pent-up from the month-and-a-half of being bodiless and she wanted Jaune to touch her and make love to her.

Dammit, Jaune, don't worry about my health; I want you to mount me like a lioness! "Sex me into a coma!" It took Pyrrha a full ten seconds before she realized she'd muttered the second sentence out loud. "Oh, gods, Jaune…I…I am so sorry."

Jaune raised his eyebrows in surprise. Pyrrha flushed deep scarlet and tried to turn away but Jaune started to laugh and held her there, his lips finding her forehead. He brushed her cheek with his thumb and then hesitated only a moment before he attacked Pyrrha's lips with his own. Her soft skin melted against his and she tasted sweet against his tongue. She ran her hands through his hair and pulled him closer and deeper into her passionate embrace. Jaune, sweet as he was, was going too slow for Pyrrha.

She pulled back slightly and whispered breathily against his neck and into his ear, "Come on, Jaune. Please. I want you so badly." She desperately pawed at his chest, pulling on his hoodie and quickly running her fingers over his skin.

"Pyrrha, I…" Jaune started, but the look of desperation and need in his lover's eyes won him over. "Okay, okay. You win, Pyrrha. You always do."

She smiled softly and quickly tugged at the black material that covered her boyfriend's torso. He shrugged the garment off and Pyrrha got a good look at just how muscular Jaune had become. She ran her hands over his chest and her cool touch brought goosebumps to Jaune's skin. Warm lips followed cool skin, however, as Pyrrha kissed his chest. Jaune, ever so gently, tugged at Pyrrha's shirt and she let it slide off. Jaune ran his hands through her unbound hair as they pressed their bodies together, kissing each other deeply.

Jaune reached down with one hand, the other still twined through deep red locks. As his hand reached Pyrrha's thigh, her legs tensed and clenched instinctively and she gasped, breathily. Jaune could feel the moistness through the sweatpants, and he knew she'd been anticipating this for a long while now. "Jaune…" she whispered, her eyes closed and lips parted sensually. As his fingers crawled their way under the elastic waistband of her sweats he realized that she was not wearing any underwear. Pyrrha bit her lip coyly and looked at Jaune, her eyes innocent and yet alluring at the same time. He pulled her closer to him and as his hand brushed her sex, she buried her face in his neck, breathing heavier.

Her pants and moans as her pleasured her were wildly erotic and Jaune soon found himself trying everything in his power to make this orgasm the best one she'd ever had. As she rode his hand, she reached down and fumbled with the button on his jeans before finally freeing it and unzipping them. She reached down and gently took his member into her hand. As she stroked, Jaune shivered and found himself mirroring Pyrrha, his face buried in the crook of her neck. "P-Pyrrha…" he whispered softly, the name ending in a slight moan.

They lay together for a long while, slowly edging each other closer and closer to the brink before easing off, leaving both breathless and flushed red. Finally, with the sheets still tightly wrapped around them, Pyrrha managed to kick off the sweatpants. She slid up Jaune's body, placing her hands on his chest as she eased herself down, reaching with one hand to help guide him in. Her eyes widened in pleasure and she let out a small gasp before her face settled into a lazy smile. She lay back against Jaune and he brushed a lock of hair out of her eyes. Lazy thrusts accented by the occasional gasp or moan from the two partners filled the passing time as the lovers gently took their time. Pyrrha's tightened grip on Jaune's skin was answered by deeper thrusts and as the waves of ecstasy crashed down on Pyrrha, she collapsed against her man. Jaune held her close as he slowed his movements, letting her recover.

She propped herself up, staring into Jaune's eyes. He smiled his dorky smile and she crashed her lips against him, frantically kissing the love of her life. Her hands ran over his cheeks, neck, and shoulders as she caressed him and his knuckles gently brushed over her soft, olive skin. As their kissing become more frantic, Pyrrha took the lead and rode Jaune until he, too, climaxed.

Jaune collapsed back against the bed, his throat dry and his mind fuzzy. Pyrrha lay against him, using her feet to push his jeans down so they could lay, skin on slick skin. Jaune's arms wrapped around Pyrrha securely and she sighed, contentedly. "I love you, Jaune," she whispered, happily.

"I love you, more, Pyrrha," was his reply.

She snuggled her head into his chest and shook it gently. "I love you most."

He let it slide, smiling as he stroked her skin as she slowly slipped into a deep, satisfied sleep.

Author's Note: This chapter was supposed to come out the day after the first one, but between a lack of creative inspiration and receiving hacking and death threats, I had to postpone it. I hope you all enjoy the chapter. I want to warn you that if this person succeeds in hacking my account, I will have to set up a new one, which could take...gods, forever... Anyway, wish me luck!