"Wait, you… want to spar against me, without me holding back?" Weiss asked, staring across the couch at Jaune incredulously, "Do you have a death wish or something?" He shifted awkwardly where he was sitting, folding his arms together.
"I'm not that bad anymore." He grumbled, after a few seconds. The heiress rolled her eyes, more amused now with Jaune than annoyed or frustrated like she always had been at Beacon.
"Nobody is saying you haven't improved, but you do realize fighting me without my holding back could just be me letting a twenty foot tall armoured knight use you as a plaything?" she questioned back wryly, a smug smirk on her face.
Jaune stared back, un-phased by the taunt. "Well," he replied, "If you want to be a coward and hide behind your semblance, I guess you could do that."
Weiss's jaw dropped in surprise, and a sharp bark of laughter sounded from the kitchen before being muffled, letting both Weiss and Jaune know that the other blonde in the house was listening in.
Before she could retort, Jaune dropped another jab, "I mean, it's understandable, after I beat Yang, that you might be scared to actually fight me."
Face turning red with indignation, Weiss jumped up from her seat, shoving a finger in Jaune's face challengingly. "You just watch, Arc, I'm going to give it to you so bad you won't be able to walk for a week!"
There was a long pause, with her finger hovering in front of his face, before Jaune replied in a low voice, "Well, I didn't know you were interested in me that way, Snow Angel."
If it was possible, Weiss's face reddened even further.
"Why you – you, ugh!" she recoiled from him, taking a full step away and glaring. In the background, Yang's booming laughter resounded, without any further attempt to muffle her amusement.
The heiress turned her glare in the direction of the kitchen before bringing it back to Jaune and rolling her eyes. "Stupid, insufferable, blonde haired idiots. The both of you. It's like you were made for one another."
With that, she turned on a heel and left the room, missing the surprised expressions on both blondes faces from her parting words.
"Well," Yang stated after a few moments, stepping into the main room, "If I didn't know any better I'd almost think she's warming up to you."
"Huh?" Jaune replied distractedly, before he blinked and turned to face Yang properly, "Oh, yea, I guess so."
Yang frowned at the sudden change in demeanor, "Are you alright?"
"Yea, I'm fine." He answered, sounding distracted. It did little to assure Yang, whose frown deepened.
She walked over and around the couch to sit where Weiss had been, before scooting across to close the distance and bump hips with Jaune. He jumped at the sudden contact.
"You sure about that?" she teased quietly, quirking an eyebrow when he looked up at her for a moment.
"Just…" he paused, looking away again, towards the front door, "A lot going on right now, I guess."
"Jaune." She deadpanned, before sighing and bringing her left hand up behind him to gently press her palm against his back. "If this is about going to meet Professor Lionheart tomorrow night, you really need to stop worrying. We'll all be together, and we have Qrow and technically Ozpin with us." Yang said, "Whatever happens, we have each other's backs, and that's all that matters. You can't let what-if's get to you, I mean, what if they never happen, y'know? If things do get weird, then we can deal with it then."
It was silent for nearly a minute after her rant, only the soft breathing of her and Jaune and a faint scratching noise as she began tracing her fingers up and down his spine over the fabric of his sweater.
Before the silence could wear out its comfort, Jaune let out a deep breath and offered a small smile in Yang's direction, not meeting her eyes. "Thanks, I'm just a little bit stressed out." He admitted, shrugging, "This isn't exactly where I expected to end up when I faked my way into Beacon a year ago."
At that guileless admission, Yang barked out a laugh, making Jaune jump again.
"Yea, I don't think any of us expected this when we applied, but you have it real bad there, huh Jauney?" she teased, hoping to get a rise out of her fellow blond, some sign of raised spirits.
Her hopes seemed to be answered as a smile slipped through his mask, accompanied by a wry laugh.
"Look," Yang said, bumping shoulders with him playfully, "What I said before stands, the best thing you can do is let it all go. We can't control what might happen, so don't worry about it until it actually does happen. You're just stressing yourself out for nothing right now, and that's never good."
Another wry laugh, this one sounding less humored, "You make it sound like that's an easy thing to do, Yang. I can't just shut off my brain and stop thinking about it like it's nothing. That isn't how this works."
A thought came to Yang's mind, and her face became dashed with pink as she glanced at their brushing knees.
She contemplated it for a few seconds, "Well you could always find something to distract you, so you can't think about it."
Jaune groaned, throwing himself against the back of the couch, his head hanging over the top of it as he stared up blankly at the ceiling, "I tried that, but nothing has worked. I can't focus on reading or watching anything. Talking only distracts me a bit, like it's still nagging at the back of my mind, and sparring makes it worse, because it's like I'm training for all those things that might come." He complained, "I got nothing left."
Yang rolled her eyes, more to herself than anything, at his denseness, "None of that is exactly what I had in mind, Jaune."
His head rocked forwards so he was facing her again, this time with a hard to read expression.
"I really don't think there's anything that's going to help, Yang. I worry about things a lot, I can't help it."
Without deigning to reply verbally, Yang just twisted on the couch and leaned towards Jaune, her metallic fingers reaching around the back of his head lightly, just brushing through the mess of hair there. Jaune barely had time to let out a sound of realization before he was drawn into a kiss.
Yang held back from pushing any more contact for the moment, letting out a light sigh when they came apart for a second before delving back in. She was more than content to ease the both of them into this, not only because she knew Jaune could be skittish, but because she had her own nerves to deal with regarding the situation. The fact that all she could do now was fall back on her characteristic confidence and bluster, even though she barely knew how to go about any of it, did little to sooth those nerves.
The two separated again, noses brushing, and their eyes opened to find each other. Yang's mouth quirked into a lopsided grin, and Jaune smothered his own smile as much as he could manage.
Neither said anything at first, so Yang raised an expectant eyebrow at Jaune, the gesture asking the question better than words ever could.
"Tempting as it is, I think we'd both get bored just kissing each other for hours to pass the time." He pointed out, amusement tinging his words.
Yang's brow rose even further, along with another eyeroll, this one clearly visible to Jaune.
She quickly shifted, raising a leg and throwing it over Jaune to straddle his lap, arms moving to rest on his shoulders, crossing each other behind him. She watched her fellow blonde's Adam's apple bob as he swallowed.
"Who said anything about 'just' kissing?" she whispered, her grin taking on new context as she stared him down.
Jaune floundered for a brief time, jaw working up and down as wide blue eyes stared back at dark lilac.
"You're serious?" was what he finally settled on, and Yang knew that wasn't a rejection, just poor Jaune's typical disbelief of this kind of situation kicking in, since he seemed to have absolutely no idea how much the things he'd done for her over the past few weeks meant to her, and how they made her feel.
It was the same problem that Pyrrha had run into, but Yang knew that she wasn't the type to let the chips fall where they may. She wasn't going to wait until one of them was about to die to make her move, she'd seen the effect that had had on Jaune, and she wouldn't wish it on anyone.
So, she repeated her previous work of answering with an action, pulling him into another kiss and rolling her hips forward to push herself up against him, making sure the message was clear. She didn't want to take any chances of Jaune somehow misinterpreting the most obvious signals that had ever been given to a guy in history without her actually stripping naked in the middle of the living space.
Yang really, really hoped that he wasn't that dense.
Ever so slowly, Jaune's hands drifted to her hips as he began to reciprocate, and Yang breathed out a sigh of relief past his lips.
She wasn't sure how fast or slow this was going to go, but when those hands started to drift a little further…downwards, she pulled away and shoved off of his shoulders lightly and backed off the couch to get to her feet, holding out a hand for Jaune.
He looked up at her with an expression she could only describe as awe for less than a second before his hand was in hers, and she tugged him off the couch and began to lead him to her bedroom.
Yang was extremely thankful that they didn't run into anyone on the way there, both because she didn't want to deal with anyone right now and because she was sure being spotted would make Jaune turn all awkward and shy again and then nothing would happen. She dragged him through the doorway of her room and gave a last quick glance both ways down the hall before closing the door behind her, turning to face Jaune.
He was standing in the middle of the room, rubbing at the back of his neck nervously with one hand as he peeked his head her way.
"So uh… how's this gonna go?" he asked in an embarrassed voice. Yang smiled softly, his question putting her oddly more at ease.
Walking up to him, she placed a hand on his face, fingers tracing their way down his jawline as she pressed a chaste kiss on his cheek, "However we want it to." She whispered, kissing him again on the corner of his lips. Then Jaune joined in, arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her closer as he kissed her for real.
It wasn't long before the reality of what was about to happen seemed to hit them both, and the pace picked up in response. Yang steadily pushed Jaune backwards until the backs of his legs were against her bed, and she managed to get his shirt over his head and then dropped to the floor before she all but tackled him onto the sheets.
Jaune let out a surprised yelp as they fell, and once they landed, Yang straddling his waist once again, she belted out a quick laugh at his expense before leaning down and reconnecting their lips, her hair splaying down around them like a shield.
With his shirt off, Yang's hands found their way across the skin of Jaune's chest, enjoying the surprisingly firm muscle she found there that portrayed just how far Jaune had come since he first arrived at Beacon.
With noticeable hesitance, Jaune's fingers started to follow suit. They slipped underneath Yang's tanktop, skimming over her stomach and brushing against the bottom of her ribcage, not daring to go higher, and avoiding her sides as each time they got a little too close to them Yang would release giggles at the tickling, breaking their kisses.
As in most things, Yang's patience ran out far quicker than she'd like, and she started to push the limits that they'd been sitting on, moving to kiss down Jaune's jaw and throat as her right hand brushed across the top of his shorts, before she grabbed and undid his belt in a smooth motion, pulling it right off with her strength and throwing it across the room. The action was accompanied by a sharp intake of breath.
Yang lifted herself up to get a look at Jaune and make sure he was okay, but before she could get a good look, felt his hand grip her waist tightly before she was spun around on to her back, letting out a surprised grunt as she landed, arms instinctively going out to the sides to steady herself on the bed.
Now she was able to see Jaune, and her eyes widened. Gone were the impossibly bright and welcoming blue eyes that she'd become accustomed to seeing whenever they'd look at one another, or even the darker blues of their more intimate moments as of yet. Now, she could barely even see his irises, almost completely replaced by pupils blown out by arousal.
Yang had little time to puzzle out what exactly had set off such a reaction before it was Jaune's turn to push the limits, lips skipping straight to her neck, trailing dangerously towards her collarbone and lower, as his hands slipped beneath her shirt again and made to close the distance, sliding up her stomach and brushing at her breasts, not quite reaching that level of daring yet.
Shocked by the sudden turn, but unwilling to be outmatched, Yang pushed back by continuing her previous work, fingers tugging at the button of his jeans until it came undone, raising a leg to brush against Jaune's groin as she did so, earning a muffled and very welcome growl from him. She smirked devilishly at the reaction and used one hand to grab at Jaune's, nudging him a little further up her body.
His resistance at this point kind of surprised her, until he paused and looked up at her with a raised eyebrow, as if asking whether she was sure. Yang knew rationally that if she said so at any point, they'd stop, but in the moment, the unvoiced question felt a lot like a point of no return. Going from here, there would be no holding back, no tiptoeing to see what happened.
The decision wasn't a hard one for her, no matter what the look truly meant, and she gave him both a nod and a teasing grin as answer.
All resistance faded after that, and as both hands suddenly shot up to palm her and squeeze tentatively, Yang had to bite her lip to prevent any embarrassing noises from slipping out.
She quickly realized that Jaune had caught her, and was grinning boyishly at her as he gave another squeeze. She shot him a glare, before pausing for a second and then grinning wickedly, craning up to kiss him and reaching down with one hand to get in a squeeze of her own, making him try and fail to hold back a groan into her mouth.
Jaune's hands kept exploring and experimenting as Yang started to work his pants down, getting them off his hips with her hands before fumbling to push them down with her feet after they got down past her reach. Luckily Jaune helped out, kicking to get them off and shifting whenever they caught somewhere. She grinned victoriously once they were off completely, earning a quick laugh from Jaune before his head lowered and he surprised her by laying a kiss on the top of one of her breasts. Her prosthetic hand rose automatically and grabbed hold of the hair on the back of his head, pulling him back. He looked up at her as she did so, wincing from her rough hold of him and staring at her in confusion, but all Yang did was let go of his head and shift upright so that she could pull her tanktop over her head, baring her upper body to him.
She quirked an eyebrow expectantly, and it didn't take long for the normally clueless blond to catch on, an arm snaking around her back and pulling her in as he laid a plethora of kisses across her chest, his free hand coming to help him as he dedicated his attention there.
Yang allowed herself some time to enjoy it, her real arm going to his hair this time, massaging his scalp as an apology for her rough treatment of it moments ago. Her breathy sighs and barely audible moans filled the silence between them.
That was, until she felt Jaune's hand leave her breasts, only to slide under her shorts a moment later, causing her brain to short circuit for a moment as her head dropped to Jaune's shoulder and she moaned into his ear.
Spurred on, Jaune quickly managed to slip a finger between her folds, and the breathy "oh shit" Yang blew out as her prosthetic fingers dug into his back was all the reward he could ever ask for. He started to slide it in and out slowly, revelling in the sounds he was pulling out of her.
Yang decided to repay his forwardness, left hand dragging his boxers down and then fumbling blindly until they'd wrapped around his length, pumping him slowly as he slid a second finger into her, making her bite down hard on his shoulder. He threw his head up and groaned at the mix of pain and pleasure, and she gave him a more firm tug, making him twitch in her hand.
Knowing that she was more than ready now, Yang used her free hand to start pulling her own shorts off, with Jaune quickly noticing her action and using both hands to pull them down the length of her legs and off, before repeating the action with her panties.
Now, both of them completely bare to one another, the two's eyes met, and Yang's prosthetic arm came around Jaune's neck, dragging him down to kiss him, their bodies crashing together. Her other hand guided his tip into her, and she nodded into the kiss before he could ask, prompting him to roll his hips forward, sheathing himself in her in one stroke.
She broke from the kiss, wincing and holding back a sharp cry at the stab of pain, but when their eyes met again she nodded for him to continue. "Just, start slow, okay?" she whispered to him, cracking a small smile to put him at ease. Jaune nodded frantically, eyes darting from her face down to where they were joined and back again before he eased his way back carefully, and then pushed in again, this time much slower than the first.
Before long, they'd worked out a rhythm, with Jaune picking up the speed of his strokes slowly as they went. He kissed her hard as he went, swallowing her cries and moans as he pumped into her steadily, one hand cradling her jaw as the other held him up. Yang, for her part, shifted her hips to match his movements, legs wrapping around his back as her fingers held tight onto his back, the nails on her real arm scratching into the skin anytime Jaune thrusted harder than usual.
They didn't last long until the pace shifted to a more frantic speed, leading to the climax. Neither had expected longer from their first time, but as Jaune reached his end, Yang felt herself starting to come undone as well, and urged him to keep up the pace a little longer. He did as asked, one hand brushing over her chest as the other reached down to toy with her lips as he thrusted. His actions did the trick and sent Yang over the edge, as she let out a low moan and threw her head back.
Jaune slid himself out slowly as Yang started to come back down to Remnant, and as their eyes met once again, they both broke into wide smiles, even as they panted breathlessly.
He dropped down onto the bed next to Yang, grinning stupidly at the ceiling as he felt her roll over to rest her head on his shoulder, one of her legs coming to rest over top of his.
"Well, that was a thing." He joked, causing Yang to snort, "That's my line, dork." She chided.
They stayed like that until Jaune felt, to his surprise, something wetting his shoulder, where Yang was laying. He turned to find her lying there still with eyes closed, tears leaking down her face.
"Yang?" he questioned, confused. Her eyes opened slowly and focussed on him, and she offered a watery smile, looking embarrassed. "Sorry," she said, "They're happy tears, I just…" she trailed off, rolling over to bury her head in his shoulder. "I'm just glad there's someone who hasn't left, okay?"
Jaune swallowed thickly, saying nothing. Instead, he wrapped both arms down under Yang's thighs and rolled both of them off the bed, lifting her up to carry her against him. She raised her head to look at him in confusion as he got a more secure grip on her, so he kissed away one of the tears on her cheek and started towards the rooms attached bathroom.
"Come on, let's get you cleaned up, huh?"
She pressed in to grant him a slow kiss, tears still on her face, before hiding her face against his neck again, "Thank you." She mumbled, hugging him tighter.
He managed to press a kiss on her crown, "Of course, Yang."
A/N: A fair warning, the next chapter, Chapter 6, will be the final chapter for this Fic. Hold on to your hats.