Pale blue eyes blinked open, awareness returning slowly. Something had woken her up, a nagging sound that sparked vague feelings of recognition but was swiftly forgotten as she felt the steady rise and fall of the firm, broad chest below her. Grinning happily, she tucked her face in and nuzzled Jaune's pectorals, the musky scent of his skin soothing her in a way few things could.

Her body ached beautifully, an ache only a good fuck could deliver. A new sensation for her, to be sure – but one that she now knew she could never live without. Their legs were twined together, her bare, nude form flush against his side. Their sweaty skin pressed as one, his powerful arm looped under her waist with his strong hand cupping her backside.

This was what dreams were made of.

Opening her eyes fully, she saw that she wasn't alone in experiencing this bliss. Across from her, cuddled into Jaune's other side was Blake Belladonna, her usually stern face softened by sleep, her expression one of supreme contentment. One of her plump tits was spilling across Jaune's chest, the puffy nipple reddened from his expert attentions the night before and even though her lust had been slaked, her body exhausted, Weiss still felt an ember flicker deep within at the sight.

Even if she had wanted to fuck at this moment, she didn't think her poor pussy could handle another thrashing. Having such a physically gifted lover was a blessing in so many ways but working over such a big cock took considerable effort. Especially for someone so petite and slim as her, easily manhandled, swept up in the furious rutting of a man truly taken by his desire; his desire for her.

Not that she was complaining. Far from it.

Inhaling deeply, she kissed his salty skin. Her throat felt parched but she didn't want to move. Even though it was a little too warm pressed together like this, on the verge of uncomfortable, she still didn't want to move. Glancing down, she saw one of Blake's hands was resting low on his belly, quite close to that flaccid monster that could rise at a moment's notice.

Weiss laced fingers with her and watched as Blake's face twitched cutely, scrunching up before bleary amber eyes peeled open.

"Good morning," Weiss greeted with a magnificent smile. Blake blinked at her, uncomprehendingly – before her eyes widened in recognition.

"Morning," she returned sleepily, shifting her weight before hissing gently in discomfort.

"Are you okay?"

Blake nodded lazily. "Mhm – just a little sore."

Weiss felt her lips lift in a cheeky smile. "Mm – he did fuck you rather deep."

Cat ears twitched as a pink hue rose on Blake's attractive features. She had always been an incredibly beautiful girl with exotic features but she was practically glowing after their romp. Sex made her look divine. "Do you really have to say it that way? Geez... I can't get used to you acting like this."

"Like what?"

"Like Yang," Weiss made a sound of offense, deep in her throat. "What? That is the exact type of thing she would say."

Weiss pouted. "I was just making a truthful observation."

"It's the way you say it," Blake closed her eyes briefly, her chest rising as she inhaled deeply. "...but you aren't wrong."

"I never am," Weiss said haughtily, though it was ruined by having her cheek plastered to Jaune's chest.

Blake scoffed playfully.

They lay there for several moments, basking in the intimacy of laying together, naked with their man. Weiss squeezed Blake's hand before releasing it, her fingers lightly tracing Jaune's rugged abdominal muscles. Blake decided to join her, stroking his skin as her palm caressed his chest before moving even higher, cupping his stubble-lined jaw.

"Look at him," Blake mused. "Sleeping like a baby after doing what he did to us."

Weiss giggled. "We exhausted him."

"He exhausted us," Blake pressed her lips to his skin. "...this feels so weird."

"But not bad, right?" Weiss probed.

"No," Blake agreed. "Not bad."

It had taken some convincing but it was nice to see that Blake was no longer trying to make excuses or run from this. The happiness that Weiss could see on her teammate's face filled her with a warm fuzzy feeling, a great love for her friend swelling.

The first hurdle had been overcome – but there were many more to come. One that was coming much sooner that she was expecting.

That nagging sound was continuing. Not only that but it was growing louder. Weiss frowned, turning her head towards the door as she listened carefully. Blake suddenly sat up, her breasts swaying in full view as her eyes widened in shock.

"What is it?" Weiss asked at once, sitting up, uncaring of her bare tits.

"That's an engine," Blake replied quickly, scrambling to her feet. "It sounds like an airship!"

Weiss quickly followed her, and their sudden movement woke Jaune.

"Whazzgoinon?" he mumbled, rubbing at his eyes with a yawn.

"Jaune – airship!" Blake frantically searched for her clothes, anything to cover her nudity but all their things were outside.

Jaune was alert at once. "What?"

He listened. Weiss saw the moment it clicked on his face, his large frame surging up. He pushed by them and exited their shelter and after a moment of hesitation, they both followed him. Their clothes were by their extinguished campfire. Weiss hastily pulled on her dress, foregoing any underwear and Blake did the same, pulling her pants up shapely legs and over the plump curve of her butt.

Jaune threw on his jeans and nothing else, dashing out onto the beach and searching the morning sky with frantic eyes. Holding a hand above his eyes, he scanned the horizon and then further up. Weiss joined him and it didn't take her long to spot movement.

"There!" she pointed.

A small airship – a Bullhead – cut through the swath of periwinkle blue, several hundred feet above. Weiss began waving her arms.

"Down here!" Jaune shouted before cursing. "Our signal fire – we forgot to light it."

They'd been so consumed in one another that they'd forgotten. There was good news, though. It meant there was a giant stack of wood, waiting for them to set it alight.

"I've got it," Weiss raced back to their camp and found her satchel, pulling out a cartridge of fire dust. A flick of the wrist and a gout of flame erupted from her hand, nothing subtle nor controlled about it, the time for rationing over. Within moments, it crossed the distance and the pile of wood was instantly set alight.

It wasn't long until thick black smoke filled the sky.

Then they waited, eyes following the ship keenly. At first it continued on its path, heading for the other side of the island but then they saw it begin to bank. When it was clear that it had seen their signal and was coming, they rushed to gather their things. Jaune hastily dressed, pulling on boots, his hoodie and armor while Blake and Weiss gathered what remained of their possessions.

A roar filled the air and a second ship came flying over the trees, much lower, the thrust of the engines parting the canopy as it raced towards their location. It hovered above the beach, kicking up swirls of sand before slowly lowering itself, landing gently as the engines powered down. Jaune took the lead, strapping Crocea Mors to his belt before striding towards the aircraft.

The Bullhead was an older model, though well maintained. There were no markings upon its dust steel frame, giving away nothing of the identities of the occupants. The ramp hissed as the hydraulics lowered it, the belly opening up as it touched down upon the sand.

Weiss saw the dog ears at once, as well as the fluffy tail that swished behind his back. The man was tall and broad, his face chiseled from stone as yellow eyes inspected them calmly. Two more people emerged from either side of him, women – faunus. The one on the right had long red hair with what appeared to be fox ears atop her head and big bushy red tail with a white tip, while the other had deep black circles around her eyes – a raccoon or panda, Weiss couldn't tell.

"Marcus," Blake said in surprise, stepping forward.

"Ms. Belladonna," the man returned, his voice gravelly.

"He works with my father," Blake revealed before they could ask.

They were from Menagerie, then.

Weiss kept calm as those eyes settled on her. She felt no hostility but there was no warmth either, a cool detachment that she would take over anger any day. They were searching her for something but she wasn't willing to give it, returning his stare with one of her own, face perfectly blank. There was a good chance that this man had worked with Blake's father for a long time, well before he was chieftain and when he was founder of the White Fang.

Whatever the case, she would find no love there.

The two women rushed down the ramp, carrying bags laden with medical supplies. Though they quickly realized that all three of them were in good health, they still checked them over one by one, and offered them food that they took gladly.

"Mmm," Jaune tore into his granola bar with a healthy appetite, finishing it off in a couple of bites. "That hit the spot."

Weiss nibbled on hers at a much more respectable pace. It was a little crunchy, a little chewy, with a hint of sweetness and a whole lot of nuttiness. After a week or so of a diet that mostly consisted of seafood, it was a very welcome change.

The second ship landed a little down the beach and several people disembarked. One of them was a large man, just as tall and broad as the dog faunus Marcus. As they approached, his movement sped up until he was running towards them in a sprint.

"Blake!"

Weiss blinked as Blake stiffened, then she was swept up in powerful arms. Weiss saw Jaune twitch from the corner of her eyes, his hand settling on the pommel of his sword before falling away.

"Dad, no!" Blake squirmed and flailed like an ornery cat but it did little good. The large man – her father – had an ironclad hold on her, refusing to let her go. He spun her around like she was no more than a small child and Blake looked mortified, kicking her legs angrily.

Jaune snorted, covering his mouth and Weiss stifled a giggle.

"Let me go!" she cried.

He ignored her, adjusting his hold and crushing her against his chest. Blake continued to struggle for a few more seconds before becoming limp.

"I thought we'd lost you for good."

It was the voice of a man who had been at the end of his rope, finding hope at the very last second. It was filled with such love that Weiss couldn't help but feel a flare of envy. Her own father would never sound so relieved to find her. She couldn't even be sure if he'd be happy she was still alive or annoyed that she'd caused a scene.

Weiss looked away, a sigh escaping her. A warm hand settled on her shoulder and turning, she found Jaune smiling at her gently.

"You okay?" he asked quietly.

After a moment, she nodded. "Yes, thank you. I'm just... thinking about something stupid."

Now wasn't the time for that.

Ghira Belladonna was someone she had read about extensively. As a founder of the White Fang, it was important to learn about the person who created the group that now desired the death of her and her entire family. Blake didn't speak about her family – at all. All she knew was that her friend hadn't left them on good terms. She'd been scared of meeting them again but knew she couldn't keep putting it off.

It was why she had agreed when Jaune first recruited her for the mission. It gave her that opportunity. But as Ghira released his daughter, Weiss saw the conflict in Blake's eyes. His sudden appearance had floored her and she didn't know how to respond, how to act. Now that the emotion of their initial meeting was beginning to wane, Weiss could see the apprehension beginning to build.

Blake was being Blake. It was expected, of course. It was in Blake's nature to overthink and fret like a skittish cat, worrying over all the little things. Despite the cool, calm visage she liked to project to the rest of the world, Weiss understood that Blake was quite a sensitive soul.

As her friend, it was Weiss' duty to help where she could. She would therefore break the ice. No, she would shatter it.

Just as Blake had a reason for coming on this mission, Weiss had one as well. No time like the present, right? She knew how to work a room.

"Ghira Belladonna, I presume?" she asked loudly, drawing the attention of the man in question. Jaune stepped away as she moved forward, gathering her combat skirt and executing a picture perfect curtsy. She was sure she looked a fright with her hair in disarray and with no shoes, her feet covered in sand but her execution was flawless. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance. My name is Weiss Schnee, and I am a member of your daughter's team at Beacon."

Yellow eyes that were much brighter than Blake's peered at her, inscrutable. He held an intimidating air, his rugged face lined with a dark, well maintained beard. The coat he wore was fur lined and adorned with armor, the chest left open and free, showing off his broad, strong torso. Weiss met those eyes without flinching, gifting him with a gentle smile. An awkwardness hung in the air but she would not back down, even though Blake's rapid looks between her and her father were highly amusing.

Finally, he nodded. "I see. Your... family will be pleased to know you are well."

Weiss beamed. "Your daughter is a big reason for that."

And then she walked over, slipping her arm through Blake's and pulling her in so they stood together, side by side. Blake let out a small squawk of alarm but didn't fight against it.

"Please, treat us well," Weiss then bowed her head slightly.

"What are you doing?" Blake hissed from the side of her mouth.

"Being polite," Weiss needled back, tightening her hold on Blake's arm. "Your father deserves respect, no?"

Ghira's eyes darted between them, a bemused expression cracking his stern exterior. His eyes then settled on the third member of their group, face hardening.

"Jaune Arc," the blond greeted, offering a hand. "I've heard a lot about you."

Weiss somehow doubted that, even if Blake opened up, she wasn't one to overly share but he knew enough. There was a brief second of hesitation and then they were shaking hands, a firm, solid pump that conveyed something that Weiss was sure went completely over her head.

Some guy thing.

A voice in her head wondered how he'd act if he knew Jaune had been plowing Blake's field but Weiss quickly banished that to the far recesses of her brain. There would be more than enough time later for that.

"Are you three alone?" Ghira asked, releasing Jaune's hand.

Blake nodded solemnly. "More people washed ashore but they were... deceased."

Her father looked grim. "I see."

"We buried them further up the beach," Jaune pointed in the direction of their original camp. "We didn't know what else to do. We didn't want to leave them on the beach to rot."

Ghira nodded. "I'll have some men retrieve their remains but you come first. Come aboard."

They were ushered into the Bullhead.

It was there that they revealed everything they could about their time stranded on the island. Everything from the attack by the Kraken to the facility they had found on the northern coastline. An alarming development and one that would need to be investigated. The island was technically under the sovereignty of Vale so their government would need to be informed. When they finished answering questions, it was time to ask some of their own.

"Sir, do you know the fate of the remaining crew on our ship?" Weiss saw Jaune's fist tighten and with a jolt of dread, Weiss awaited the news with baited breath. "Did it sink? Did anyone else manage to escape?"

Was Ren alive?

That was the real question.

"You are asking about your teammate," Ghira saw the truth of the matter at once. "You'll be pleased to know that he is safe and sound on Menagerie, as are many other members of the ship's crew. After the Kraken was defeated, they were taking on water and were on the verge of sinking, but the captain managed to run the ship aground on a reef. That is where they were found, having successfully sent out a distress signal. Against all odds, even some of the cargo was salvaged."

Jaune sagged in relief and Weiss started breathing again, her tight chest loosening at the great news. Blake covered her face briefly to wipe at her watery eyes.

Ren was alive. Ren was safe.

"Once we return, we will inform your teams and school, as well as your families of your rescue. Things have been... chaotic since your disappearance."

Weiss blinked.

"Chaotic?" Blake asked.

"Speculation," Ghira grimaced. "The world media has been having a field day with this. The heiress of the Schnee Dust Company and the daughter of the Chieftain of Menagerie going missing during a mission en route to her homeland? I'm sure you can see where this is going."

Weiss scowled.

Yeah, she knew exactly what was being said.

"What has my father said about all this?" Weiss asked, dreading the answer.

Much to her surprise, it wasn't what she was expecting. "He has been... surprisingly silent on the matter."

"What?"

"Other than an official statement by the company delivered by ol' Jacques, it has been your mother that has engaged with the media. She has done her best to quell the growing unrest, and has extended well wishes and even provided funds for the rescue efforts. These ships? They are ours but we've not had the required resources to operate them regularly for years. You have Willow Schnee to thank for that."

Weiss opened her mouth and then closed it again, at a complete loss for words. The idea of her mother taking the reigns was... unfathomable. When was the last time her mother had ever done anything with the backing of the company? A decade, at least – not since that horrible birthday when Weiss saw her family crumble right in front of her eyes, the illusion shattered.

She couldn't believe it.

A warm hand settled on her leg and she jumped, startled. Turning, she found Jaune's warm eyes gazing at her with deep affection. All of a sudden, Weiss found it difficult to swallow, her throat closing up.

"We'll have to thank her as soon as possible," he said, his hand squeezing gently. "It's the least we could do."

Weiss blinked rapidly to clear the gathering tears. Why was she getting so emotional about this? Her mother only did what she was meant to do. Just as Ghira was here in person to discover the fate of his daughter, this was what parents did. It shouldn't have been such a big deal.

But it was.

Slender fingers entwined with her hand on her other side, and when she turned, she saw Blake gifting her with a magnificent smile. Weiss tightened her hold on Blake's hand and squeezed much harder than she should have, but her friend simply returned the gesture, until their knuckles turned white from the effort.

Ghira watched this with an air of surprise, glancing between them.

The Bullhead wasn't a long distance aircraft and so they landed on a large ship off the coast. It was a civilian cargo vessel, much like the one they'd been escorting when they'd been attacked, acting as a halfway point. It was there that they were given new clothes and a warm meal, and they even had ice cream on board! Weiss must have eaten more ice cream than she'd ever eaten in her entire life, the creamy goodness addicting. She wasn't alone in that. Blake and Jaune both devoured bowl after bowl until they were stuffed.

They were then shown to their rooms. Jaune was in one alone while Weiss and Blake had a shared room. They were both fitted with two sets of bunk beds.

Blake awkwardly lingered in the doorway, an arm slung across her stomach as she grasped her other arm. She shuffled side to side, looking like a lost child. Indecisive, unsure.

Weiss had a fair idea what this was about.

Jaune beat her to it.

"Go talk to him," he said and Blake jumped, amber eyes flicking his way before quickly darting away.

"What?"

"Go talk to him," Jaune repeated gently. "Your father. Go talk to him."

"I..." she struggled for the words. "I should rest."

Weiss scoffed.

Jaune shot her a look.

"What?" Weiss asked defensively.

"Blake," he moved over and touched her arm. "He came looking for you."

Blake hesitated.

"Whatever happened, it doesn't matter any more," he soothed, and Weiss watched as Blake became putty in his hands when he reached up and started stroking her hair. "This is why you agreed to come with me, right? You wanted to clear the air with your parents. You wanted to apologize."

Blake leaned into him and he embraced her, rubbing her ears. She shivered, arms curling around his back, her fingers bunching his shirt.

"I don't know what to say," she admitted, voice scared. "I don't... I've thought about it a thousand times, but when I saw him earlier, I couldn't... I froze."

"He's your father," Jaune rested his head against her own, nuzzling her. "He'll understand. You just need to take the first step. It was like I told you before, on the ship. You saw how happy he was to see you again. You saw how happy he was knowing that you were safe and okay. He loves you, Blake."

Sometimes Weiss wondered where that awkward, socially inept boy with the hopeless lines went. Because in moments like these, she doubted that he ever existed at all. That he must have been a figment of her imagination because the way he soothed Blake's worry and filled her with confidence with nothing more than a few words and a comforting embrace...

It was exactly what Blake needed.

It was exactly what Weiss needed.

That type of empathy. Genuine.

When they parted, Blake looked more stable and sure.

"Go see him," Jaune said again. "There is no better time."

Weiss smirked, knowing what was coming. Blake surged forward and kissed him, passionately. Jaune made a sound of surprise but after a moment, kissed her back with equal fervor. Strong hands cupped her face and they both poured every ounce of emotion they had into it until they broke apart, panting and red faced, trembling from desire.

"Feel better now?" Weiss teased.

Blake shot her an annoyed look before smiling shyly. "Yeah..."

"Now go. Patch things up with your father while I entertain my boyfriend," Weiss made a shooing gesture. "Go. Get."

Blake shot her a rude gesture before taking a deep breath. "Okay. I'm going."

They watched as she marched down the hall before turning to face each other.

"Well," he said, rubbing his neck. "That got a little intense."

"Typical Blake," Weiss rolled her eyes playfully. "Now get in here."

"Er – my room is next door...?"

Weiss arched an eyebrow. "Really? You're going to kiss her like that and then just leave me high and dry? I see how it is. You've got a taste for another woman now and think you can ignore me now."

"What? That isn't... shut up," Jaune calmed when he saw her no doubt infuriating smirk. "I just thought... we should keep up appearances."

"You just kissed Blake where anyone passing by could have seen you," Weiss pointed out.

"She kissed me," he defended.

"I suppose you did try to fight her off," Weiss nodded sarcastically. "Yeah, that was a good effort."

Jaune snorted. "You're feisty today, aren't you?"

"When am I not?"

He stepped into the room and closed the door firmly, and the sound went straight through her. Weiss swallowed thickly.

"This is what you wanted, right?" he asked, moving towards her with a heated gaze. She suddenly felt like prey, vulnerable and cornered. Her heart started beating rapidly. "Us alone?"

Her tender core throbbed, still sore from the day before.

"I just... wanted us to be together," she said, trembling. "We haven't slept apart in over a week."

His scorching look softened, and then he was hugging her to his chest. Weiss sunk into him, gladly.

"We can do that," Jaune whispered into her ear. Weiss mewled, tickled by his breath. "Come on. We can lay down."

Curled together on one of the bunks, they simply spooned, his front to her back, nestled perfectly. It didn't take long for them both to fall asleep.

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