A/N located at the bottom
Iron-ninja: YOU'LL NEVER FIND OUT MUAHAHAHA
"Jaune. We must speak."
Jaune raised her eyes upwards, catching the steady gaze of her redhead. Er. She meant Pyrrha. Yes. Who she didn't own.
"Yes Pyrrha?" Jaune smiled, placing her hands onto her lap. Pyrrha fidgeted a little bit, turning this way and that, before speaking out.
"How's… the, uh. Weather?"
"Weather?" Jaune's eyebrows creased a little as she turned to the window, looking at the rain clouds outside. "It's… raining?" Pyrrha nodded, looking to the left.
"Right. Raining. That's good." He muttered. Jaune nodded, bemused.
"If you say so?"
Pyrrha nodded again, still refusing to meet Jaune in the eyes. Ever since Jaune turned into a girl, she had gained a lot more perception, but there were still some things that thoroughly confused her. Asking about the weather for almost no reason was one of those things.
"Is that all you wanted to say?" Jaune prodded, sure that she wanted to say something else. Pyrrha flushed a little, fidgeting again. Nodding meekly, he stuttered out slowly.
"S-so, in a week. Or something…" Jaune was starting to piece it together. Next week was the annual dance. Her heart fluttered a little, excited.
"Yes?" Jaune pushed a little more, trying to hide the smile that was threatening to burst onto her face. Pyrrha took a breath, gathering up his bravery and taking a glance at Jaune, seeing an amused smile and flushing even more.
"How's your family?" He blurted out. Jaune recoiled, surprised at the suddenness of the question.
"My… family?" Pyrrha nodded at the question. "They're, uh, fine. I guess?"
Pyrrha nodded. "That's good, that's good." Again muttering the same phrase. Jaune wasn't going to let go though, delving even further.
"Were you saying something about a week from now?" Jaune asked, leaning forward. Pyrrha glanced at Jaune's face again, before his eyes flit to another spot on the room.
"E-er, I. Did I?" Pyrrha asked weakly. Standing up quickly, Pyrrha continued to stutter. "A-actually, I just remembered that Nora wanted me to go help him with bathroom duty, so I should probably go and make sure he hasn't blown up the place up yet."
Jaune reached out and grabbed onto Pyrrha's arm, bringing him from standing to sitting with a hard tug. Donning a serious face, with a small mix of annoyance, Jaune took a quiet breath.
"Pyrrha. You hate bathroom duty. And you know Ren is watching him right now. She'll be fine."
Pyrrha paused, looking at Jaune.
"Well. Maybe I should go anyways. You never know with Nora, right?" Pyrrha laughed nervously, trying to stand up again. Jaune's grip tightened, making it almost impossible for him to stand up. Although if you asked him if it was because of the grip or Jaune's glare, Pyrrha wouldn't be able to answer.
"Pyrrha." The word came out as a low growl, causing the boy to blanch a little. "I am not letting you leave until you tell me what you actually want to tell me. Is that clear?" Pyrrha opened her mouth, probably to object, before another growl stopped her. "Is that… clear?"
Pyrrha didn't waste any more time, nodding frantically. The death grip was finally released, Jaune placing her hands onto her lap.
"Good."
With that word, Jaune didn't bother saying anything else, sitting there patiently and waiting for Pyrrha to say what he wanted to say.
Which… hadn't come. A minute passed. And then another minute. And another.
It had almost been a full ten minutes before Pyrrha decided to speak, a half a second before Jaune was about to smack him for taking so long.
"Dance." The word was almost like a gasp, barely recognizable. Jaune closed her eyes, before sighing internally, resigning herself with the fact that Jaune wasn't going to get a better proposal than that.
"Yes." Pyrrha blinked in surprise.
"Yes?" Jaune nodded.
"Yes."
Pyrrha slowly sunk down a little, relieved look on his face.
"Oh."
"Mhm."
Pyrrha smiled bashfully, glancing upwards, finally able to look Jaune straight in the eyes. Jaune smiled back, scooting a little closer. Both of them leaned forward, encroaching on the other's personal space. Jaune's eyes fluttered a little bit, while Pyrrha's kept falling to Jaune's lips and snapping back to his eyes. They both had blushes, and neither one noticed when one of their hands grazed the other's, too focused on the task at hand to feel anything else.
As they crept ever so closer, Jaune's eyes fluttered shut completely, Pyrrha's also sliding downwards as they approached the last few inches.
Gingerly their lips touched, both uncertain as this was their first true kiss, conveying several feelings that only the other could feel. Nervousness. Self-consciousness. Worry. But also happiness. Warmth. Bliss.
They were soon absorbed in the kiss, Pyrrha tilting his head a little to the side and pressing a little harder, Jaune followed as well, copying his actions, trying to gain a little more purchase, feel a little more of the touch. When they parted, they took deep breaths, having lost a lungful of air in the exchange.
"That was—"
"Good. Yeah. Maybe we—"
"Try again? I think I'd like that—"
"Me too."
Again they kissed, a little more adventurous as they explored the surface of each other's lips, before Pyrrha opened his mouth just a little, tongue flitting out and probing to see if he could gain access, something Jaune wasn't reluctant to give quickly.
The two of them found new areas to explore, this time in each other's mouths, passing back and forth as they fell into the taste and the touch and the warmth of each other, forgetting the outside world. They didn't know how long time passed, and quite frankly, they didn't care.
Pyrrha, finally over that little fiasco with asking Jaune to the dance, regained his confidence and pushed hard, dropping Jaune onto her back, causing her to yelp a little in surprise. Placing his hands on either side of Jaune's head, Pyrrha almost straddled over Jaune, the both of them aware of the space that the other occupied.
There were no words exchanged, but there really didn't need to be with the two of them. Jaune propped herself on her elbows, quickly lunging forward to catch onto Pyrrha's lips again, tongue once again sliding into his mouth.
With a bit of mischievousness, Jaune slid the tongue back out, tracing Pyrrha's lower lip, before nipping on them slightly, causing Pyrrha to gasp and moan in surprise.
"Where did you—"
"Something I've always wanted to—"
"Do you think that's really—"
"I couldn't help but notice—"
"Shut up."
Pyrrha dove down, hunger in each of his kisses this time, causing Jaune to have to try and catch up to him this time, lost at the sensations. Jaune felt a hand graze on the lower hem of her shirt, and felt the burn of the warmth of the hand, muscles contracting and loosening. The fingers dove underneath the fabric, trailing upwards, higher and higher until—
"DADDY'S HERE BABY, DON'T SUCCUMB TO THE DARNESS THAT'S WOMANHOOD!"
The two yelped in pain as the surprise took them, Jaune jerking her head upwards and knocking it against Pyrrha's, while Pyrrha bit Jaune's lip in surprise. The two separated with moans on pain as Nicholas Arc stood frozen, looking at the two of them. Jaune paled, pulling herself into a sitting position and noticing that her shirt had rode up, while her skirt had fallen a few inches lower, probably from the movement that Jaune had done a few moments earlier.
"D-dad! What're you doing here?" Jaune's face was redder than a tomato, hurriedly fixing her clothes.
"Oh. Oh my." A head popped out from past the door that had been slammed open, revealing the face of one Violetta, hand covering the amusement on her face. "I didn't realize you had company over Jaune? Or should I call you Joan? You know, I've always wanted a girl by that name. You would've thought that with seven girls I would've given that name to one of them." She clucked her tongue, shaking her head.
"M-mom? What's going on here?" Jaune asked, eyes whipping back and forth at both of her parents. Jaune's mother waved a hand, the other one grabbing onto Nicholas's collar and dragging him out like a limp doll.
"Oh don't mind me dearie. We were just making sure that you're doing fine, which it seems like you are. We can talk later after you've, ah, finished up business. We'll be at Vale if you need us!" Before any other words could be explained, Violetta closed the door, footsteps rapidly fading into the distance.
Jaune turned to Pyrrha, who sat there as frozen as Jaune's father, expression absolutely mortified. Jaune went to comfort him, before she felt a faint vibration, accompanied by a long drawn out shout.
"MY SWEET JAAAAAAAUNE!"
Jaune decided that it would be better if she just buried her face in her hands in shame instead.
A/N: Some of you guys are probably cursing me, once again interrupting a about-to-have-coitus-time. But you should probably think about it this way.
I was going to have him interrupt before they even kissed.
I expect a lot of 'thank you PotnPan' reviews by the end of the day. XD