Jaune wakes, and finds himself in total darkness. It's the middle of the night, likely sometime after midnight. He feels around using his other senses, hoping to find something that will give him a hint as to his location and situation, and smells a light waft of fragrant smoke, as well as something familiar and pleasant, yet strangely unique. He also notices that he is hot, slightly damp, and that his stomach muscles hurt. The last time all that happened at once he needed three shots from a doctor. He reaches around his bed and finds something soft and pleasing to the touch. He pokes and prods it for a moment, then takes it in his hand carefully and plays with it. As it begins to move away on its own, partnering with the sound of bedsprings and shifting cloth, he realizes what is going on.
This isn't his bed, and the soft thing he feels now is none other than Velvet, the girl he apparently spent the larger portion of the night with. Jaune has flashbacks to what he seems to remember occurring a few hours earlier. The dance, Pyrrha, the emptiness of rejection, followed by Velvet's face, her scent, and finally her body. If there's one thing he can remember clear and sharp, it's the curves and contours of Velvet's body as she slipped out of her dress. He recalls the feeling of her skin in his hands, as well as between his teeth. He recalls the smell of her sweat, and the sound of her moans as they went at one another. He feels something stirring within him, but suppresses it and tries to focus on the matter at hand. He moves around in the dark, using his arms to support himself as he tries pointlessly to make out a shape in the dark. After a moment, his nose bumps into Velvet's cheek, surprising him. She begins to stir.
Velvet's head is slightly foggy when she regains consciousness, but thanks to her heritage, has no problem distinguishing the cute face of her now official boyfriend, even in the near pitch blackness of her dorm room. She shuts her eyes and slowly stretches, arching her back and giving a groan of satisfaction as her muscles relax after hours of intense use. She opens her eyes again, and looks up at Jaune, who is leaning on one arm as he looks down at where she is, yet not at her. She reaches up to gently grab his cheeks, and pulls the two of them together into a deep, tender kiss. Jaune responds at first with tense uncertainty, and then with a hand that caresses her long, chocolate locks. The two passionately explore each other's mouths for a few moments before Jaune regains his composure and pulls away. He wipes his mouth on his arm and tries to find the right words for the moment.
"Um, Velvet? Did all that really happen last night?"
"Of course," Velvet smiles in the dark, reaching a hand out to feel Jaune's chest. She notices and is amused by the way he tenses up and flinches in surprise. "We made love at least four times and then you held me until we fell asleep. It was very sweet."
Jaune swallows nervously. "M-m-made love?" He tries not to stutter, but fails handily as he allows Velvet's warm hand to explore his chest and stomach. It's quite pleasant to be this intimate, but he's still in denial of the previous events, so the joy is a diminished a bit. In the dark Velvet begins to move, pulling her hand away and adjusting herself to sit upright and across from Jaune. Once she is comfortable, she reaches up and grabs his chin, moving his head so that his confused gaze aims at her face.
"I-I'm sorry, do you not like that? That's just what I like to say. I can say something else if that's too sappy, really I don't mind!" She looks away from Jaune's face, and accidentally catches a glimpse of his bare body. Her gaze wanders up and down, trying to find a safe place to rest, but now that she's flustered all she can remember is the image of him on top of her and between her legs. She recalls the exquisite feeling of his back muscles as she wrapped her arms around him, then stops and shakes her head to clear it away. Now isn't the time to let her instincts kick in.
"It's not that, I'm just surprised that it really happened. I never expected my first time to be so…good? I mean it all happened so fast, and I don't even know if I did a good job. Is that weird?" Jaune rubs the side of his head, contemplating. Velvet leans forward and rests her weight on Jaune, pressing her chest to his. Jaune tries not to comment on the feeling of her breasts against him, despite how amazing it is.
"You were amazing, Jaune. You made me feel like…well like a woman." The two share a warm laugh in the dark room. Jaune wraps his arms around Velvet, and takes in the smell of her hair. Maybe it's the pheromones that are so hypnotic about her right now, but he cannot stop himself from enjoying her scent. His train of thought does wander for a moment though, as he wonders if pheromones actually exist, or if that was just something he'd heard on anonymous internet message boards.
Suddenly, Velvet pulls away. She looks over her shoulder, ears twitching slightly, and holds a hand over Jaune's mouth. She recognizes footsteps making their way down the hall now, and judging by the difference in weight and grace, as well as the number, it is undoubtedly her trusted teammates. Jaune places a hand on Velvet's shoulder, causing her to jump slightly, and asks if everything is alright.
"Jaune! We have to hide you! My team is coming!" Velvet scrambles out of the bed and begins gathering up her dress, which is thrown across the dorm room floor. Jaune was quite amorous, and left her in nothing but her stockings and garter-belt by the end of the night. Jaune, taking the hint more quickly than would normally be expected, blindly begins stumbling around the pitch black room, touching the carpet here and there in hopes of coming across any of his clothing. Velvet was not as modest in her exposition of his natural form, as it were, and Jaune is left in only his birthday suit.
As Velvet finally gathers up all of her things, the door knob begins turning. She freezes like a deer in the headlights. In a moment, the door will swing open and the light from the hall will illuminate their indecency, as well as reveal their immoral actions a few hours ago. She clutches her close tight to her chest, and tries to hold back nervous tears. She begins apologizing in whispers to both her friends and Jaune, preemptively begging for forgiveness and leniency. The door finally creaks open.
Coco enters the room and flips on the light. Everything appears to be just as it was when they left for the dance. Yatsu and Fox squeeze in around her, heading straight to their beds to tear off their party clothes and collapse onto their mattresses. Coco removes her sunglasses as she approaches her own bed, which is stuffed full of her comrade Velvet.
"Velvet, darling" Coco says as she slips off her gloves. "Is there any reason at all that you have seen fit to crawl into my clean, perfectly kept bed instead of your poor excuse for a bunk?" She gives Velvet a cold, powerful stare. It's the kind of stare that gets men to straighten their backs and clench up their rears. It nearly always works, at least to Velvet's knowledge, but as she stares up into those cold, sharp eyes, she somehow finds a way to swallow her fear and blurt out a line of falsehood.
"I just felt a little cold under the vent, since it's right over my bed. Yours is much warmer. I'm sorry." Velvet lies to her leader's face. Meanwhile, Jaune is holding his breath beneath the comforter, his face buried in Velvet's naked breasts as he prays that they aren't exposed. Velvet hugs his head tight to her out of nervousness, and the longer Coco watches her, the tighter her hug becomes.
Coco continues to stare at Velvet, attempting to break her will with nothing but her eyes, until Fox calls over to her, telling her to shut off the light and let everyone get some sleep. She looks over toward him, causing him to shrink under his covers.
"Very well. I shall have to wash those sheets in the morning. I can't stand that shampoo you use." And with that, Coco about-faces, and heads to the bathroom. Velvet sneaks glances at Fox and Yatsu, who are down to their boxers and undershirts, and already beginning to doze off beneath their covers. A few minutes later, Coco emerges from the bathroom in her pajamas: a grey, unflattering nightgown that covers her from neck to ankle and leaves absolutely everything to the imagination. She crosses the room, flips the light switch into the off position, and heads over toward Velvet's bed. She tosses the pillow away and climbs in, lying on her back with her hands neatly folded as if she were a corpse at her own wake. Jaune and Velvet continue to lie totally still together for what feels like hours. Fox is the first to fall asleep, signified by minor snoring, followed shortly by Yatsu. Finally, Coco's breathing steadies, and Velvet releases her hold on Jaune's head. She curls down into the comforter with him, and asks if he's alright.
"I'm pretty good. Just tired. I really want to get back to my room and get some sleep." Velvet pops back out from beneath the covers. The switch from warm to cold air is refreshing. She looks over to Coco and sees her stomach rising and falling ever so gently. It keeps a smooth rhythm. Still, Velvet recalls a time when she tried to use the bathroom in the night and Coco reflexively hurled a combat knife at her that nearly clipped one of her ears. Waking Coco isn't a great plan.
"Sorry, but if we get up now Coco will notice for sure. She's got ears like a… like a…"
"Dog?"
"I was trying to avoid it, but you're not wrong. Anyway, it's better if you, er…stay the night." Velvet suddenly gets an uncomfortable feeling in her stomach. It's as if some powerful force of confidence that strengthened her will and tore away her inhibitions earlier had now begun to slowly fade away; metabolize even. She looks down at Jaune's frightened and shy face, and feels herself tensing up. She pulls the covers up to her neck to break the line of sight between them.
"Alright. I guess, goodnight then?" Jaune tries to get comfortable beneath the sheets, but there is a significant wet spot on the bed beneath where he and Velvet were previously interconnected, preventing him from truly relaxing.
Velvet giggles to herself. "Goodnight Jaune." She reaches out and finds Jaune's head, pulling herself closer until his face once again meets her chest. He offers no resistance. Velvet begins stroking Jaune's head with one hand, slowly and lovingly as if he were a that of a small, delicate animal. Although Jaune is greatly embarrassed by this, he does not complain, since in all honesty it is very soothing. He shuts his eyes, takes a long, deep breath filled with Velvet's scent, and relaxes in her embrace. Velvet closes her eyes as well, focusing on the sound of his breathing, and the feeling of his warm breath on her stomach and of his soft hair beneath her fingers. The two of them slowly begin to drift off together, wrapped in each other's warmth and slightly intoxicated by their lust and affection. Just before the world fades to black for Velvet, she feels a soft sort of poke as Jaune kisses her breast. It's almost like a second wish goodnight, and it brings a smile to her face.
The next morning Jaune is up by sunrise, although he doesn't know for lack of any light. He is also very sweaty and poorly rested. A few hours later, Velvet's teammates leave for breakfast. As they dress and wash up, Velvet lies about being tired from the previous night, and promises to meet them in class. They wish her well and exit, all without Jaune seeing a bit of it. As soon as the door clicks shut, Jaune tosses the blankets off of himself and takes a breath of cool, fresh air. He wipes his forehead and sighs in relief as Velvet slides out of bed. He looks over and is both surprised and delighted to see that she is still in nothing but her thigh high stockings and garters. She tosses her dress into one of two hampers, and roots around in a dresser for something. Jaune enjoys the view as she bends over.
When she comes back up, she quickly slips her remaining clothing off, tosses them into the hamper, and slips into some plain panties. She then pulls on a bra and turns to face Jaune with a warm smile.
"You should probably get dressed and go. Your team is going to be worried about you."
"Huh? Oh crap, you're right! They don't know where I've been all night!" Jaune leaps out of bed and begins pulling his suit on again, falling over only three times. When he is finally dressed, his tie stuffed into his pocket and his shirt wrinkled as a raisin, Velvet is dressed in her uniform with her hair brushed and face cleaned. As Jaune throws his coat over his shoulder, Velvet leans on him and rests her head on his chest, taking her index finger and running it in slow circles on his right pec.
"I had a lot of fun. I'm so happy you feel the same way. I hope we can spend time together again soon." She looks up at Jaune with wide, sparkling eyes. He can't help but blush a little.
"S-sure. I'd love to. I'll give you my number after Oobleck's class, and we can go on a real date." He smiles back at her, and the two stay like that for a minute or two. Finally, Velvet kisses him on the cheek, and pulls away. They say their goodbyes, and Jaune makes his way out the door.
On the other side, as he shuts it, he lets out a deep sigh. It's as though all the tension in his life has finally melted away.
"Did you have fun cavorting about with my teammate last night, you foul smelling tramp?" Jaune turns quickly to the right, letting out a small but noticeable scream of fear. Before him, in her pressed and perfect uniform, is Coco. She stares at Jaune through dark tinted glasses, but even through those opaque lenses he can feel the pressure of her glare. She folds her arms and takes a step forward. Jaune takes a shaky step back. She steps forward again, and Jaune steps back. This repeats until Jaune loses all strength in his lower body and falls over backwards, landing on and possibly bruising his ass. Coco plants a foot firmly between his legs, just beneath his crotch, and bends down slightly to look at his face. Jaune's teeth chatter as her obscured eyes sink into his flesh like hooks. He is on the verge of begging for mercy when she finally speaks.
"If you do anything to hurt Velvet, I will castrate you with a hot knife. This one!" As she shouts this, Coco pulls a long, curved knife from somewhere on her body. Jaune was too panicked to see where. It's blade is razor sharp, and just looking at it is enough to make you tense. "I mean it, Arc. If she comes home crying even once, I will make you a woman and then fuck you with a steel rod. I don't have it with me, but trust me it's big." And with that, Coco stands, about faces, and begins marching back down the hall.
Never before has Jaune been so deathly afraid, and yet powerfully aroused.