A/N: First of all, happy new year. Love the fact that I get to start things off with some fluffy interaction between one of the wives. Just a little heads up before the chapter starts, I'm introducing a story element in this chapter that some of you might not appreciate. Before anyone gets mad, I do plan to listen to feedback and if people aren't interested, I'm happy to let it fall away. Enjoy the chapter.

Chapter 18

Tag(s): Light groping.

Girl(s): Pyrrha.

Words: 5,256

"Rustic Allure?" Jaune asked, staring at the movie poster incredulously.

But Pyrrha didn't flinch from his reaction, nodding emphatically. "You're going to love it!" She swore, gripping his bicep with both hands. "It's all about a young woman from the city getting sent out to survey settlements for her job. And while she accepts the assignment hoping for a promotion, she ends up finding so much more…" The young woman actually sighed as she finished.

Jaune's expression didn't change despite the…thrilling summary. When she'd said that she wanted to go see a sappy romance, she hadn't been kidding. But his reluctance must have been too obvious since his wife's enthusiasm quickly dimmed into a timid hesitancy. "But…," her grip slackened, "we can still watch something else if that's too much?"

"I don't mind," Jaune immediately reassured her.

Pyrrha's smile returned like he'd flipped a switch. "Really?"

"Your day, remember? Besides, it's nothing worse than what all my sisters made me sit through growing up." Seven girls against one boy meant he'd often gotten stuck watching all the girly shows his sisters insisted on. And at least this movie didn't feature any animated horses.

Jaune did a quick scan for showtimes. "Looks like the next screening is still about thirty minutes away. You want to kill some time at that cafe across the street?" Pyrrha agreed, adjusting her grip so that her arms hugged Jaune's against her chest.

The day was nice enough that the pair opted for a table outside in front of the adorably named Busy Bee Cafe. The tables were clean, and an eye-catching umbrella in the same black and yellow motif as the rest of the coffee shop provided a pleasant shade. And when their coffees were delivered, Pyrrha had been especially delighted by the small bumblebee art painted in steamed milk.

Fifteen minutes followed as the couple enjoyed a quiet moment before the day started. Vale's shopping district was notoriously hectic, and they knew they likely wouldn't get another chance to enjoy the pleasant weather.

The warmth and sunlight wouldn't last long either, and both knew it. Rather than the extreme temperatures of all the other kingdoms, Vale's climate was much more varied throughout the year. Of course, Atlus, Vacuo, and Mistral each had their own seasons, but no matter what time of year, you could expect the first to be cold, the second to be hot, and the third to pour rain like the sky was an open wound.

Vale was different. In the middle of all three kingdoms, its summers could be sweltering, but never as bad as the literal desert to its west. Likewise, their winters were chilly but never to the point that they had snow, at least not for some years. And it was the spring and fall in between when they received the most of their rain.

This year had been one of the drier falls, thank The Brothers. But Beacon had started toward the end of autumn, which meant the weather was already dropping. It would be way too cold for beautiful sundresses and handsome button-downs in another month. And a month after that, socks and tights would be replaced by hardier leggings for those unfortunate enough to have a skirt be part of their uniform. Jaune did not envy his female classmates.

"I'm going to use the restroom before we head over," Pyrrha announced, her coffee cup empty in front of her. Still nursing his, Jaune nodded and watched her go. And if he took a second to appreciate how his wife looked from the back, that felt in line with his rights as her husband. However, he must have been a little too engrossed in the sway of her hips since he failed to notice the person who slyly slid into his wife's chair seconds after she stepped away.

"Gah!" Jaune jumped, almost spilling the dregs of his drink on himself. That would have been awkward to carry around for the rest of the day. Saving his wardrobe, the young man calmed his racing pulse before addressing the strange woman he'd found sitting across from him. "Can I help you?"

At first glance, the young woman didn't look especially terrifying. Smirking at him from across the small round table, a pair of fashionable shades hung off her nose as her eyes peered over the lenses. Everything about her demeanor screamed cool in a way Jaune knew he would never reach. Heck, she even managed to pull off the beret parched atop her brunette locks, and if that wasn't a fashion statement, Jaune didn't know what was.

"Coco," she bluntly greeted, thrusting her hand out for his.

Looking around, Jaune didn't see anything that would help with this situation, forcing him to shrug and return the gesture. "Um, Jaune?"

Her wry laughter was both delightful and intimidating, instinctively filling Jaune with the need to impress this strange, cool girl. "Oh, I think everyone knows who you are by now. Then again, bagging the infamous Ms. Goodwitch does that to a guy's reputation. And since I was lucky enough to stumble on you like this, I decided I needed to come see what all the hubbub was about for myself."

Jaune blinked, becoming extremely self-conscious when those same chocolate eyes turned to look him over. She eyed him like a piece of meat waiting for a grade, and the young man found himself unconsciously sitting straighter as a result.

"Not…terrible!" Coco eventually concluded, sounding surprised by her own approval. "A little simple, but an effort was made. And it's nice to see a boy who knows how to coordinate some colors. Unfortunately, those pants are entirely too loose, and your shirt looks like you had half those nice muscles when you bought it. And not in a nice way."

"Um," Jaune froze, deciding to focus on the positives she mentioned. "Thank you?"

Coco didn't so much as acknowledge that he'd spoken. "Of course, as loath as I am to admit it, the clothes don't matter half as much when they're on the floor. But you seem to be doing better in that department. Tall, you've got decent bone structure and those shoulders are doing everything for your figure. From an esthetic point of view, naturally."

That snapped Jaune out of it. "Are you…hitting on me?"

Again, Coco laughed. And again, Jaune couldn't distinguish if the amusement was aimed at him or not. But when she finished, her face snapped to an extremely serious stare before she answered, "You can think of it more as scouting."

The young woman leaned back in her chair, lifting her glasses until they hid her amused stare. "A lot of students seem to have a problem with Ms. Goodwitch, but me? I respect her a lot. She's a smart lady who doesn't put up with idiots. So for a student to catch her eye, that was already enough to get my attention."

Coco's smirk split until her smile flashed a row of perfect teeth. "So you can imagine how impressed I was when I found out she wasn't alone. Two wives, Jaune? My, my, you are a greedy boy, aren't you?" Jaune opened his mouth to defend himself, but she didn't let him. "But that's okay. Great, even. Me and my partner have been looking for some…open-minded individuals."

There was so much to unpack there. Despite his usual cluelessness, Jaune did catch the insinuation. And he found himself latching onto the word for lack of anything better. "Partner as in…partner?" he clarified. And while Coco's smile didn't change, her tone was noticeably cooler.

"You don't have a problem with that, do you, Jaune? Because you were doing so well…"

It was Jaune's turn to smirk, hiding his amusement behind a sip of his drink. "If I ever did, I'm pretty sure my big sister and her wife would have slapped it out of me a long time ago." And for the first time, it felt like he'd gained Coco's approval as the edges of her smile softened.

Passing whatever test Coco had been using to measure him, the older student continued, "In that case, I don't mind telling you that my girlfriend," she stressed the word, "has confided in me that she's curious about sampling the simpler sex."

That was a turn Jaune had not been expecting. "Not you?" he blurted, accidentally taking a moment to appraise her. And Coco, confident as ever, let his eyes trace her curves without complaint.

"Curious about you?" she wrinkled her nose. "Not so much. However, that redheaded treat you were sitting with is another story. Wife number two, I take it?"

"Glynda's number two, technically," Jaune corrected. Not that it mattered to him. Just because his professor had joined his family two weeks after Pyrrha didn't make her any less important. "Me and Pyrrha were together before we were accepted into Beacon." Which was also technically true. They had gotten "married" before they passed initiation.

"Ah, young love. Nothing like it in the world, huh?" Coco's legs uncrossed and crossed under the table. "Does that mean you would know how your wife might receive a… softer hand in the bedroom?"

Betraying nothing, Jaune met Coco's stare with as straight a face as he could manage. "That might be something she would be interested in." Talk about an understatement. "Of course, I don't want to promise anything until I've talked to her about it first."

That helped earn him a few more points as Coco nodded with approval. "Good answer. Now, take out your scroll." And as soon as he obeyed, he watched her hold her own above his, sinking their contact info. Jaune pulled it back once the transfer was finished, blinking at the new name and number he'd acquired.

And if that wasn't surprising enough, he barely managed to look up in time to catch the bright flash of her camera, staining his vision in static spots. "Sorry about that," Coco didn't look very sorry, taking a moment to appreciate the stunned expression she'd captured. "For the girlfriend. You somehow managed to obtain my approval, but I'll still need something to help convince her you'd be a good choice. She's a little on the shy side."

Despite himself, Jaune returned her grin. "Mine too." And the next thing he knew, Coco was back on her feet, holding out her hand once again.

"Well, Jaune." she gave him one hard pump like they'd settled on a business deal. "You've been a very pleasant surprise. And I do not say that often. Call me when you get the chance, but only after you've talked it over with the missus. Both of them, naturally. Hopefully, the four of us will get the chance to have some real fun together." And just like that, she was gone.

There was an exaggerated sway in her step, luring Jaune into the same trap that had gotten him into this mess. She disappeared into a nearby crowd, leaving the young blond with the bombshell she had left. It wasn't every day that you were invited to swing with a total stranger. It was enough to make Jaune reconsider if maybe he wouldn't have such a hard time finding a third wife when he went to look.

"Did you get her number?"

"Gah!" Jaune jumped a second time, deciding then and there that asses were too dangerous to look at from now on. Thankfully, he didn't have any coffee to spill this time. But that didn't help his abused heart any. Glaring, Jaune gritted his teeth, seeing Pyrrha back in her chair, waiting eagerly for his answer.

"W-Were you watching us?" Jaune exclaimed, somehow embarrassed by the idea.

But Pyrrha had no such shame. "Of course," she grinned. "I come out of the bathroom and see you talking to a beautiful woman. It wasn't like I was going to interrupt." It was a bizarre enough situation that Jaune had to laugh. Only Pyrrha could be the kind of wife who caught her husband talking to another woman and hoped that they were flirting.

Running a hand through his hair, Jaune shot his wife a grin and decided to tease her a bit. "And what if I told you that you were the one Coco was interested in?" Pyrrha certainly hadn't been expecting that, replacing her smile with a burning flush. "In fact, she asked if I wouldn't mind letting her borrow you for the night."

That did it. Staring back at her husband, poor Pyrrha looked broken by the news. She couldn't believe it, especially when she remembered how beautiful the other woman had been. "Really?" she forced herself to ask in a quiet whisper. And when Jaune nodded, she licked her suddenly dry lips. "And…you're okay with that?"

Jaune's smile dimmed as he actually took a moment to think about that. "I wouldn't be," he started cautiously.

Even if it was with another woman, Jaune didn't care for the idea of sharing his wives. But if he got to watch Pyrrha get with that attractive woman, or better yet, have some fun of his own at the same time, that was a little more tempting. "I mean, I wouldn't be if it was you going off on your own. But I guess it was more of a trade for the night than a loan. She mentioned a girlfriend who wanted to try being with a man and deemed me worthy after a thorough interrogation." And as long as he was in the same room having some fun of his own, Jaune decided it could be a fun experience for the both of them.

"I don't think we have to decide anything now," he reassured her, seeing her start to appear overwhelmed. Heck, he still felt shocked by the ordeal. Not to mention that they needed to bring this up to Glynda before they could do anything. "I haven't even decided how I feel yet. I only wanted to bring it up in case you were interested. For now, just think about what you're comfortable with, and maybe we can revisit it later. But we need to hurry if we want to grab popcorn and make it to the movie on time."

She was clearly grateful for the distraction, her eyebrows shooting up. Her excited smile returned as she stood up and grabbed his hand, pulling him with her back toward the cinema. And just like he'd promised, Jaune made sure that the two of them loaded up on popcorn, three types of candy, and a bucket of soda that the theater was somehow legally allowed to call a cup.

Never mind that the food ended up costing them more than both of their tickets and that even they would struggle to finish off all of it in time. Seeing Pyrrha grin over their hoard of salt and sugar clutched in both arms was more than enough to justify the indulgence.

Eventually making their way inside the theater, Jaune's eyebrow rose. Ansel itself hadn't been big enough to warrant its own theater, but a larger outpost named Arlath had only been a bus ride away and had been where the Arc family enjoyed most of their city trips. Of course, now that Jaune knew better, a theater, a few bars, a library, and a laughably small arcade were hardly enough to qualify the larger settlement as a city.

Coming to Beacon and Vale had only continued to prove how isolated his family had been out in the wilds. Whenever he thought about movie theaters, he thought of Arlath. He thought of a few rows of padded chairs, whose seats folded up with creaking springs and thin armrests that ended in shallow cup holders. And the screen, while serviceable for an older projector, couldn't avoid the washed-out colors or noticeable patches that made up the screen.

Vale held themselves to a different standard. With twice as many rows and each a third longer, the size of this one screening was enough to catch Jaune's attention. But the chairs weren't just chairs, they were recliners. Rows and rows of lazyboys made with smooth, fake leather. And as the couple got closer to their seats, the amazement didn't stop there.

Electric reclining, heated seats, with cupholders deep enough that they could actually fit the gallon of sugar water they'd filled up before entering. Pyrrha wasn't the only one who was being treated by their outing today.

And the screen…All Jaune could see were the ads being played before the previews, and that was enough to impress him with the crisp, clear images. There were no patches on this screen, no sir. And even before the lights fully dimmed, the digital projector had no trouble displaying its crystal-clear image. Any hesitation he'd been feeling about the plot of the movie vanished. He and Pyrrha could have watched paint dry on this thing, and it still would have been incredible.

A tugging against his arm showed that Pyrrha was already sitting, patiently waiting for him to join her. Jaune had done a good job fulfilling her requests so far, but there was still one aspect left. And sitting to her right, the blond's amazement continued when she was able to lift the arm rest between them, essentially turning their already extravagant recliners into a loveseat. Crossing the distance, her arms wrapped around his, pulling his biceps into her breasts. Her cheek settled on his shoulder a moment later, like she was his missing puzzle piece sliding into place.

"Thank you again for this, Jaune," Pyrrha radiated contentedness as her fingers played with the soft sleeve of his shirt. More ads played, and the couple enjoyed the lights and movement without paying any attention to the images or sound. The exchange was only interrupted by the occasional crunch from the popcorn bucket balanced precariously on Jaune's lap.

It was ten minutes before the lights dimmed, and the flashes of products faded to new movies yet to be released. Nothing stood out to the blond except a comic book movie he hadn't even known had been in production. Maybe that would be his chance to pick a movie next time.

The theater had been mostly empty before they'd arrived, with just one other couple tucked away higher and to the side. And while Jaune expected more to show up, another man and women were all that arrived before the movie began, opening with a wide angle shot of Vale's kingdom that narrowed until the camera focused on a single office building. Finally, the woman from the poster outside appeared, her long blond hair and professional business suit frazzled by intended disarray.

Jaune settled in, having seen enough romantic comedies to already see the storyline for what it was. The leading female would end up being an overworked yet strangely attractive young woman who claimed to have no time or interest in finding a relationship. Likely too focused on work or the promotion Pyrrha had mentioned. Except, oh no, her bitch rival from across the hall was after the same position, and if she didn't do something to impress the higher-ups, she'd have to spend the next however many months with Lisa or Lena or some other name that started with an "L" as her manager.

That would be when the trip comes up, unexpectedly or as a part of the lead's plan to get ahead. Either way, she'll hate it at first, seeing it as however many days away from real work and civilization. Except when she gets there, everything will be so wonderful and new. Her constant headache will fade, or her stomach problems go away. The food is better than anything she's had in too long, followed by some line about TV dinners. And of course, she'll finally meet her handsome male lead, who will be immediately different than anyone she's ever met.

He would probably end up being a woodsman or something equally rustic. After that, the plot probably wouldn't progress much, focusing on flirting that totally isn't flirting. At least until she admitted that it was okay to have a fling, and it totally didn't mean she was emotionally invested. Except the entire time, the two were doing nothing but exploring the idyllic wilderness and enjoying the quant peacefulness of a small town. Time would fly faster than either of them expected until it was time for the female lead to return to the city.

After that, it was fifty-fifty. Either the male lead would make a grand gesture and catch her at the bullhead station, or he would "set her free" and let her get back to her job. Of course, that would only cement how much happier she was away from the hustle and bustle as she realized how little her old life mattered compared to the guy she'd only known for a few weeks. And after a spectacular quitting scene, she would show back up on his doorstep or catch his eyes from across a room, and they'd slam together for a heated kiss. Finally, some declaration of love would be made before the credits began to roll.

Over the next hour and a half, Jaune cuddled with his wife and saw how well he'd done. And to his delight, he'd gotten more of it right than he'd thought. The woodcutter ended up being the mayor's son, and the rival's name ended up being Debbie, but the rest played out almost perfectly within his expectations. Even the ending was the same, going for the "set her free" route.

However, to the movie's credit, the lead didn't quit, and she didn't lose her job. Instead, she got her promotion as the manager of the store they were opening in the very town she was sent to survey. It wasn't much of a twist, but Jaune appreciated that the movie had made some effort to stand out.

Still, it definitely wasn't going to be winning any awards. But Jaune doubted it had been trying to. This close to winter, it was undoubtedly the year's obligatory romantic comedy that had been churned out like movie makers had a list to check off. At best, it was the movie equivalent of junk food, sweet but lacking substance. And at worst, it had been blatant propaganda for the wonder and majesty of settlement life.

One of his more cynical sisters had pointed it out after the fifth year of the twins, Rose and Violet dragging the rest of their family to watch a movie just like this one. Cecile had mentioned how these kinds of movies always took place away from the major cities and always painted nature in such a bright light.

There was a reason movies like this got made every year, and it wasn't just because they were cheap to make and sold well. Vale and the other Kingdoms were constantly making an effort to convince their citizens to move out of its cramped, overpopulated walls and into any of the dozen new settlements continually popping up. Mostly with tax breaks and incentive packages but also in their media. And who better to focus on than young, impressionable couples sold on the romance of a simpler life and affordable property?

However, none of that stopped Jaune from having a good time. Especially because Pyrrha was enjoying every second like they were watching an epic. Whenever the movie got too boring and lost his interest, Jaune paused to watch his wife's honest reaction to the cliche romance, enjoying every gasp, giggle, and awe she cast against his shoulder. Even her tears were adorable as if there had ever been a chance that the two characters didn't end up together.

But that was another quality Jaune loved about his wife. When she was happy, she was happy. And when she was sad, she was sad. Pyrrha experienced her emotions with the whole of her heart, for better or worse. And there weren't enough people like that in the world. What little he'd heard about her life before Beacon, it would have been so easy for that quality to be crushed by the weight of the world. But she had come out the other side intact. Not unscathed, but still herself in all the ways that mattered.

This also meant that when she was embarrassed, she was embarrassed. Her shocked blush was the first clue that Jaune might want to turn his attention back to the screen. And to his surprise, the movie had taken another unexpected twist. At least, Jaune hadn't been expecting it when the wedding scene at the end of the movie continued behind closed doors. But where most films tended to fade to black by this point and imply the romantic consummation after sixty minutes of sexual tension, it looked like this movie had made the artistic decision to show the leading couple as kissing led to clothes falling to the cabin floor.

The scene retained its modesty, even after the camera panned to show the couple's nude form. But delicate limb arrangement and purposeful camera angles kept anything below the waist from being seen. That still provided a lingering shot of the female lead's breasts as her new husband caressed them from behind, showing off his own muscles and possibly oiled chest for the female viewers to enjoy.

Jaune found himself sitting up straighter when the man lowered his wife to a bearskin rug, a roaring fire inexplicably burning at their backs. But rather than slide on top of her, the man spooned his wife from behind, allowing him to "thrust" against her rear without anything explicit being shown.

The camera quickly panned away. But only so the movie could rush through a montage of open mouths and wandering hands grasping at vague close-ups of pliable flesh. The sounds of their moans continued booming through the speakers, making it impossible to ignore what was going on in front of them.

This was usually the part where his sisters covered his eyes or forced him out of the family room, but Jaune was delighted to realize that these kinds of scenes invited another mood entirely when you were watching with your wife. Warm against his side, the young man became painfully aware of the soft cushion of her breast against his arm and the sensation of her breath breaking across his shoulder.

Peeking at his bride from the corner of his eyes, part of him was amused to see as much shock as embarrassment on her face. It looked like poor Pyrrha hadn't looked at the rating before buying the tickets. Then again, neither had he. Her hand had already shot up to cover her mouth, but she didn't do anything to block her eyes, drinking in the sight of two attractive adults captured in slow panning shots of their glistening bodies cast in the shadows of the fireplace.

She was so distracted that she didn't even notice Jaune had decided to slide a little closer. Nor how his hand moved from the safety of her shoulder to tickle at her narrow waist. A flick of his fingers shifted the curtain of hair out of the way, baring the pale length of her throat. And as her eyes danced between the two naked actors, her pulse skyrocketed against Jaune's lips as he leaned forward to kiss his wife below the sharp angle of her jawline.

Pyrrha nearly jumped out of her seat, gasping at being caught. It was bad enough that Jaune worried about getting pushed away for his stunt. But Pyrrha's attention wasn't on him, turning to look at the theater around them. Her panic calmed when she noticed how empty the room was, with only a few other couples to speak of. And by their shadowy silhouettes, they all appeared too busy in their own cozy cocoons to worry about anyone else.

Eventually, Pyrrha turned back toward her husband, biting her lip. She might have been brave enough to suck him off in a forest, but it was another hurdle entirely when she knew that others could see them. People other than Ruby, anyway. But then, hadn't she been the one who'd asked for the full movie date experience? This certainly looked like part of that. And taking some comfort in the dark seclusion, the redhead turned her face back toward Jaune's.

He saw her shy permission in the reflection of the movie glittering off of her eyes. And when he leaned back in, his broad smile meeting her shy smirk, Pyrrha relished the familiar tingle that raced up her spine whenever his tongue stretched out to brush hers. Her hands found his feathery locks while his wound around her tiny waist, pulling her against him. Yet, the young woman couldn't fight the temptation of peeking one eye open to peer over at the mature scene still being displayed.

Jaune tasted like salt and chocolate. Another minute or two passed before the movie ended, and the credits began to roll. But neither teenager found the will to stop. All Pyrrha could think about was how her husband's hand had found itself on her breast, gently kneading her through her dress and bra. Used to skin on skin, it was far too muffled for her taste. If only his fingers would go a little lower and work up her skirt.

Thankfully, the blond had retained enough ration to temper his lust and kept them both in check, discreetly dissuading her fingers when they ventured down to caress the bulge in his slacks. They would have plenty of time for that tonight, and something told him Pyrrha wouldn't appreciate it if their first date ended with charges for indecent exposure.

That didn't mean he wasn't delighted by her enthusiasm, even more glad that he'd had the foresight to set up their hotel for the night. A big bed and privacy meant they could enjoy each other until dawn.

Eventually, the lights flashed on, and with the light came shame. Pyrrha sucked in a panicked breath, finally remembering they weren't in their or Glynda's dorm. Separating with a wet smack, her wide eyes turned on him, flushed with swollen lips.

Jaune had half a mind to forget about shopping and dinner and rush them both to the hotel right away. However, it was his turn to regain control. They could have sex any day. They had sex most days. But how many opportunities would he have to help make his wife's dreams come true?

Besides, as he moved to stand up, he couldn't help but notice that their giant mountain of popcorn and candy had somehow vanished over the last hour and a half. He'd certainly helped with that, but not as much as most people would have guessed looking between the two of them.

Pyrrha was a delightful and cheerful young lady, but she was still a huntress. And the few times he'd stumbled upon her bad moods, it was usually when their meals had been postponed for any reason. Jaune had learned earlier in his marriage that part of his responsibilities as a husband included making sure his bride was fed and full. He'd started today with a plan. And it was best he stuck to it.

"Ready to do some shopping?" Jaune grinned, holding out his hand. And Pyrrha took it, delicately laying her fingers into his palm and rising with far too much grace, like she hadn't almost helped him rub one out in public. The lingering hunger in his wife's gaze immediately flipped as she nodded with excitement.

A/N: So, here's the deal, I don't mind telling you all that neither Coco nor Velvet are going to be wives. That said, a lot of you have been requesting them to get rings since the first chapter. I thought this would be an interesting way to include them without breaking the no cheating rule. His wives already made it clear about how they feel about him sleeping with women outside of their marriage, but Pyrrha's already tempted by the idea of finally getting to explore some of her bisexuality and I have plans for Glynda. This doesn't open Jaune up to have sex with whoever he wants, and he won't go forward without both his wives' consent.

That said, if this upsets people or you feel like it falls out of line with the theme of the story, I've left it open for Jaune or one of his wives to reject. I'll be reading comments to see what you think so speak up if you've got an opinion. I will admit that I am partial to the idea, so unless the majority shoot it down I'm likely to go forward. And like all my scenes, it won't be an isolated smut scene that doesn't interact with the story. They'll have their own interactions, both leading up to and after the act, not to mention consequences more sleeping around will accrue when or if other people find out about the arrangement. And I'll do my best to keep everyone in character.

Otherwise, I hope everyone had a wonderful new year. Next chapter will be out in two weeks.