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Den R.
The kiss had lasted much longer than his others. Jaune was somewhat relieved and terrified. This could only mean one of two things. One: his pursuers hadn't found him yet. Two: they did find him, but now they were lying in wait; waiting for him to be alone so they could...Jaune didn't wanna finish that thought. It involved a locked room.
He didn't know how long it did last, but he knew that it was longer than 2 seconds. He was sort of enjoying himself, for he made no move to get up. The sort of position they found themselves in was - Jaune was reluctant to say- enjoyable. With Blake straddling his chest and his hands on her sides, one would say that Jaune was accustomed to this sort of thing happening to him.
The sounds of everyday life continued on around them, however. The people who turned their noses up in disgust went about their business, and the workers who did their cat calls were reprimanded and immediately went back to work. Leaving the two of them to continue in, almost, complete peace. All in all, it was pretty good.
"What're you doing!" This was more an exclamation than a question. Jaune knew that voice. It belonged to someone who was colder than cold, and he also knew that this wouldn't end well. He said a quick prayer to Lord Oum, and thanked him for a good life before he died.
Blake, who had a look that could kill, glanced over to her white-haired companion. She put her hands on Jaune's chest protectively. Her voice was low, sorta like a small growl. "Hanging out with a friend. What's it to you?"
Weiss wasn't happy with this answer.
"Excuse me? This blonde goofball is swapping spit with one of my teammates, and to top it off, you don't seem to mind at all! I think it warrants some sort of concern on my part!" Weiss said, getting a little angry.
Truth be told: Blake didn't mind at all. Jaune was a good kisser, and nice. The kiss could've been worse, and with someone much worse. Jaune didn't mind either.
"And Jaune," Weiss scowled at him, her pale blue eyes narrowing in on the blonde leader. Jaune winced visibly, ready to die.
"Did you forget what day it is today?"
This was a question Jaune wasn't expecting. He just stared at her, dumbly, trying to think of what was so special about today-other than obvious reasons for the young man.
"It's Valentines Day, you dolt! We had plans for lunch! Remember?" She said, exasperated and a shaking slightly with rage.
Jaune did remember, as it took him a lot of pleading, and promising that he would never call her 'snow angel' ever again if she went out to lunch with him for Valentines. The only reason he forgot was...well...you know.
Jaune sighed, a little reluctant to get up.
"Hey Blake, you mind? I'll make it up to you later, I promise." He said, putting his hands together.
Her response was a growl, but Jaune playfully touched her ears, and it turned into a purr. He smiled.
"Let's get going before anything else happens." Weiss stated, tapping her foot impatiently.
Part 1 of the valentine's special is done.
Thanks guys! I'll have part 2 up next week.