Pyrrha darted out of the history classroom with a pep in her step- downright skipping back to her room, waving to everyone who passed a glance at her. The majority were confused and put off by the mature and sophisticated pinnacle of what a Huntress should be dancing down the halls like a drunken ballerina.
Then again, how many people have seen her beam ear to ear like this? Not just the standard, press-friendly, PR smile used to sate the masses until her following interview, but an honest-to-goodness childish smile, full of excitement and glee that she hadn't given in a long time. Pyrrha was happy, to say the least- there was never enough reason to be this cheerful before, however, it was now the weekend. Break time. Two days without the stress of classes, or without her agency lingering in her shadow. Just her and her new boyfriend.
The hallways thankfully weren't filled to the brim with students yet. Pyrrha dashed into her room and packed a bag. Just enough for two days, with extras in case Leif's generosity, or greed, extends well past Monday. It wouldn't be the first in the month they've been together.
It was mid-afternoon when she arrived in Vale. The sun still beamed brightly in the cloudless sky, reflecting sunlight in her eyes through the massive skyscraper windows. The walk down from the reeking port to the lively downtown area felt much longer than it was. She didn't walk down the desolate, poverty-stricken ghetto that was Nocturn Street. Instead, she walked up the clean highrise just shy of the edge of Downtown.
The clerk at the desk, a lethargic balding man with a wispy black mustache, hoisted his head up and craned his neck when he spotted Pyrrha at the door. "You're early," He grumbled.
"Classes let out early. I thought I'd use my free time to spend with my boyfriend," She giggled again, uttering that word. It sounded surreal coming out of her mouth, but blissful.
The guard said nothing, evaluating her with his eyes. "You couldn't spend your time elsewhere?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"That boy. Bringing rats from the gutter to a place like this is never a good idea."
Pyrrha scowled. The nerve of this man. "Have you ever had a complaint from his room? Once? Since he moved into this place?"
The clerk swallowed. "Ma'am, he's an ex-con. It's not a matter of if he acts up, it's a matter of when."
"I suggest keeping your nose out of his business before I inform someone who will make sure it stays out," Pyrrha warned.
"I was only-"
"You were only going to buzz me in, is that correct?" The clerk once again swallowed hard, a hard lump in his throat. He jerked his thumb unceremoniously towards the elevator as it hummed to life. "Thank you. Have a nice day."
Those words were stinging with venom. The clerk had gone pale and offered her a weak wave goodbye. Pyrrha strode into the elevator and rose to Leif's new abode, letting herself in with a key.
It was a nice apartment- spacious, cascaded with sunlight, and didn't stink of drugs or garbage from down below. One might call it typical- ordinary, but it was a far cry from the dangerous streets of Nocturn. Creme walls, leather furniture, carpet floors, cozy kitchenette, and a plethora of computer science books crammed onto shelves. Leif's elaborate computer set-up was in the corner of the room, next to a window that let the sunshine in. At least that would help his eyesight from getting worse.
Pyrrha dropped her purse on the table and took a look around. There wasn't a soul in sight. There were empty noodle cups littered on the table in front of the couch, one of them tipped over, with a dried streak of flavored water staining it. Some clothes were dropped haphazardly on the floor, forgotten about. Pyrrha scowled at the mess. The least the man could do was pick up after himself. She would remind him when he returned.
Which was to be sooner than expected.
Wiry, but strong, arms wrapped around her stomach. Her cheeks flushed red. "You're early," Leif sang.
"So I've been told." She turned her heel and kissed him, stooping her head slightly to meet his height. Upon seeing him, she sighed in relief, all the tension in her shoulders draining away. She pulled away and smiled again. "My love…"
"I don't know how you can say something that old-fashioned and still make it look cute. I just love that about you," Leif cooed, kissing her cheek.
Pyrrha balked, feeling uncertain. "Old-fashioned? It doesn't sound weird, right?"
"I mean, you sound like a grandma sometimes on a good day, but respect your elders, am I right?"
"I'm sorry!" She quickly squealed.
"Still got that duct tape, Berry," He warned. "I used it once, I can do it again."
Pyrrha started to sweat. That last time was so daring, so nerve-wracking, that she remembered nearly pouncing him right there. Whatever that was ignited something primal in Pyrrha that she scarcely wanted to think about, and dared never to explore. She cleared her throat, trying to shove those deep back into the corners of her mind.
"That won't be necessary, but a shower will be if you don't mind."
Leif shrugged. "The place is in your name, you decide where my bathwater goes."
"Be that as it may, it's still you're home, Leif," She made sure to press. "And no one is telling you otherwise."
This shower ran like a dream, unlike the previous one. That monster was a loaded gambling dice of whether or not you'd get an ice-cold spray or get scalded with water that felt like it was fresh from a volcano. This was perfectly moderate and welcome to anyone having a stressful day. Leif really should join her on the next one. Pyrrha's cheeks stained red. She needed to keep her head out of the gutter.
She dressed in only her panties and a hoodie she may or may not have pilfered from his closet on the way to the bathroom. That scent he had was still there- not of sweat or dried-up noodles, but a manly musk that was totally Leif. A protective scent that Pyrrha felt enraptured in every time she took a whiff in.
When she walked into the living room, Leif was waiting for her, lounging on his new couch, taking a break from the wall of code scrolling by at hypersonic speeds. The whites of his eyes were slightly bloodshot, but otherwise, he was comfortable. Pyrrah took the opportunity to get comfortable herself and draped herself across the couch, laying on Leif's chest.
"Ma'am, this is a breach of personal space, that is illegal around these parts," Leif joked, holding her tight in his arms. One free hand caressed her cheek, pinching it gently.
"I don't see you having an issue with my 'breach', Pyrrha giggled, turning her head and planting a kiss or two on the palm of his hand.
"You stole my hoodie too."
"It's warm. And fluffy. And yours."
"And that means you get to steal it?"
"Naturally."
"I thought I was dating some kind of paragon, not a devil in disguise," Leif jeered, pecking the top of her head, then her lips. "Leave the stealing to the professionals, yeah?"
Pyrrha beamed up at him again. "Professional enough to steal my heart, clearly."
"Pfft!" Leif stifled his laughter with his free hand. "Oh lord, someone call the cheese factory, I found their lost supplies." He booped her nose with the tip of his finger, Nora style.
Pyrrha couldn't help pouting. "Are you bullying me?"
"I'm doing something, and it sure isn't being nice," He kissed her cheek again. That blasted fox smile, devious and mischievous- it was so easy to get angry at it, and just as easy to forget what she was ever angry at. It was also unfortunate for her that he gave the best comfort cuddles after hard days of interviews, commercials, and training until she couldn't walk anymore.
"I never stopped to ask you," Pyrrha pondered. "How do you like your new place? I know moving here was a tad hectic."
That was underselling it. Reasoning with Leif's parole officers and the court of law why this severe ex-con should be moved halfway across the city took weeks of effort and pulled an ungodly amount of favors. Ozpin stuck his neck out in the end, shutting up whatever opponents going against it. Just so long as the room was regularly supervised, it would be sanctioned. Still, that didn't stop nosy and paranoid neighbors from going so far as to call the police over a "terrorist threat" he was plotting when he wasn't even home.
The corner of Leif's mouth turned into a nasty grin. "Nope, it's horrible. Terrible. How could you do something like this to me, love?"
"What?" Pyrrha's face fell. Had the constant attack from neighbors and the obvious disrespect from the apartment staff gotten to him? Her heart sank to the pit of her stomach. It was her idea to push him out there, away from that horrible neighborhood. What if he wanted to stay? "I'm sorry I didn't mean to-"
A pair of chapped lips silenced hers in a quick kiss. "All this time with me, you still can't tell when I'm teasing you?"
Pyrrha sighed in relief and poked his forehead with her nail. "You know how I am. Quit with your teasing."
"How about no," He joked. "And what did we say about all the sorry's?"
"I can't help it. Do you expect me to be sorry about saying sorry?"
"That'd make for an interesting paradox."
Pyrrha sighed. "I really can't. Do you ever have that nagging feeling like you're constantly being a bother to someone else?"
"Constantly."
Pyrrha wormed herself against him more, as if trying to climb onto him, wanting to feel as much of him as possible. "I realize that I can be a bit of a nuisance. The media has been hounding my tail, suspecting a 'mysterious benefactor', or 'possible love interest' lately."
Leif snorted. "Well, they got the last one right."
"And I've been getting awfully stressed lately."
"If coming to my apartment at two in the morning and shouting about a pair of boxer shorts that I left hanging on the windowsill and then crying for half an hour about being sorry counts as stressed."
Pyrrha grimaced. "It must've been a little difficult for you to deal with. So, formally, I want to say I'm sorry- hm?" She blinked and Leif pressed a finger to her lips. She barely had any time to question why before a strip of tape was torn off and pressed against her lips.
"Mmgh?" She questioned, mind starting to go blank.
He waggled his finger playfully, placed her wrists together, and wrapped a layer of tape around them, keeping them together. "Remember what I said would happen the next time you apologize?
The huntress was silent- obviously so. The adhesive tape keeping her lips fused made sure of that, but mentally, she was drawing a blank as well. It was a frozen wasteland in there, waiting for a spark of sunlight. Some kind of reaction that wasn't just staring and waiting. Then all of a sudden, a rush of warmth pooled around her entire body, specifically between her legs. The lack of thoughts in her head was replaced by endless gibberish, trying to comprehend just what she had gotten herself into.
Why did this of all things ignite a fire in her belly? A litany of athletic males in Beacon, with years of experience and flare under their belt, and yet this impish rogue set her on fire with a strip of tape? Every rule in the book said it shouldn't, but that look in his eyes- that sharp, unrelenting stare of a sensual demon. It made her entire body tingle with anticipation, her breath running hot and heavy through her nose.
She reached instinctively for the tape on her lips, but Leif's spindly fingers seized her wrists in a surprisingly tight grip. "Not a chance," He said in a deep, grave tone. He hoisted her hands above her head and shoved her back-first onto the sofa. He straddled her hips, staring her down with those gleaming golden eyes, as if undressing her with them.
He took charge in every sense of the word in one fell swoop. She couldn't break free from his spell and her burning loins didn't want her to try. She couldn't even call for help. Her thighs excitedly rubbed together.
"Lfft…" She called his name nervously, hips bucking ever so slightly.
"Oh shush." He put a finger to her lips again. "My turn to talk?"
Couldn't you strip this hoodie off me first? She anxiously thought, delicately wiggling her chest back and forth. She just realized- she wasn't wearing a bra. Her full, large breasts lulled from side to side ever so slowly, making quite a feast for the eyes.
"Alright, I'll lay it out nice and simple." He laid down on top of her, so close that their noses were an inch apart. "You are the best girlfriend a guy can ask for. You're sweeter than sugar, supportive, and holy frostbite on a snowman, you're the hottest woman I think I've ever seen. Like, hot damn." He mimed wiping sweat off his brow. "And if you don't get that through your head soon, I might just have to make sure it sticks. My way."
Yes. Whatever it is, yes! Pyrrha nodded very fast.
Leif grinned from ear to ear, bearing two sharp canines. Canines that she wanted to rake mercilessly against her flesh.
He grabbed the hem of her hoodie and slid it up her body slowly. Agnoizingly so. She squirmed and let out a muffled whine, silently begging him to go faster, but his eyes told her no. They were going at his pace or not at all. The hoodie was pulled up close to her armpits. She shivered as the naked flesh of her breasts was exposed to the cold air. Goosebumps lined her bosoms and her arms.
"Hrrf…"
"The tape was a good idea. You can't argue that you aren't the best thing since sliced bread," He cooed, taking full hold of her mounds. "Oh man, you have no idea how long I wanted to get my hands on these."
She slowly exhaled from her nose, sinking her head back in pleasure. His fingers were electrical on her highly sensitive skin. He squeezed and pressed them like he was kneading dough. Her nipples hardened in his grasp, earning them a gentle pinch. Her back arched and she moaned loudly against the tape.
This was the first time anyone had touched them this way and gods above, did she not have a single regret.
Just as soon as his hands were on, they were off, leaving them to wobble helplessly. Pyrrha's eyes snapped open. "Mmgh!" She complained, shaking her chips needfully, needing his hand's soft touch again.
No, no, why did you stop?
Leif sneered at her and rolled to her side, sating some of her rabid lust with a kiss on her neck.
"You're so cute, I swear," He teased.
She could've said the same thing about him, but it couldn't be far from the truth. From where he propped his head, sunlight cast from the window illuminated his cherry red hair, as if ignited with flames. Those golden eyes burned like miniature suns, shining like rings. It was spellbinding- almost hypnotizing her just with their gaze.
"You don't mind, do you?"
Don't mind- holy moly!
Pyrrha's squeal would've alerted the entire neighborhood if that tape hadn't stifled it. Long, powerful fingers brushed between her legs, rubbing against her lower lips.
Fire. Her body was on fire. Every sensory organ was on red alert.
The young, disciplined huntress, the mature and wise mentor of dozens of upcoming warriors, was writhing and wailing, at the mercy of a common thug. She could feel everything through the thin fabric of her pink panties as if they weren't there. And if she had their way, they would've been torn off a long time ago.
"Mm, you liked that?" Leif purred, kissing her ear. "Who would've thought miss uptight would be so sensitive?"
With the skill of a professional, he slipped his hand under the hem of her panties and teased her clit with his fingers. His lips closed onto her erect nipple as well, turning a problem into a catastrophe.
"Hrrf! Lffh! Lffffh!" She squealed his name as loud as she could, no matter how inaudible it was. The message rang true. She was a water balloon filled to the brim, two seconds away from bursting. A finger plunged inside of her pussy, then another shortly after, relentlessly thrusting and filling her up. She shuddered, voice carrying louder and louder, until the dam finally broke and she could only see milky white.
Leif's smile was the first thing she saw as she landed down from her high. She must've been out for quite as she noticed her hands were unbound and her lips were unsealed. She was still strung out on the couch, albeit covered in little bites and hickeys. Leif was a ravenous monster indeed.
"Mornig… Weif…" Pyrrha slurred, still riding the waves of that high.
Leif blinked. "Morning? Heh, I thought I did well, but not that good. Careful, you might just flatter me. Then I'll never let you live it down."
"Mm-hm," She nodded with the silliest grin stretched across her face.
His hand caressed her cheek. "You understand now, right?"
"Loud and clear," Pyrrha answered with a thumbs up. "Perhaps we can… finish this?"
Leif scooped her up in his arms suddenly and strode to their bedroom without missing a beat. Pyrrha wrapped his arms around his neck, giggling like a schoolgirl, feeling like the luckiest woman in the world.