It had been awhile since she had done anything like this.

"Just leave the dust over here," she pointed while she contemplated the electrical junction box in front of her. Jaune grunted his reply and with a shift of his weight, deposited the crate of dust on the roof. As soon as he set it down, Weiss began sorting through it, pulling out all the canisters that contained lightning dust, setting them down gently in perfect rows.

The golden powder glittered beneath the rays of the sun.

After the defeat of the mutant Grimm, it had taken all three of them with the help of Jaune's semblance to close the vault door. That thing had been seriously heavy. No wonder, considering what it had been designed to keep contained. After that, she'd made her way to the relay tower with Weiss while Jaune fetched one of the abandoned dust crates on the wharf.

Now it was her time to shine.

Breaking open the junction box, a series of heavy duty cables met her eyes, all of them encased in thick insulation for shielding. Ordinarily, she would require more tools for what she was about to attempt. Cutting into live wires was a dangerous task and without isolating the current, it would only spell disaster. But nothing here had power, meaning she was free to do it quick and nasty.

Holding out her hand, she flexed her fingers, "Knife, please."

Jaune handed over his salvaged knife and she got to work, cutting through the outer shielding and then with a small application of aura, the wires themselves. Blake wracked her brain, attempting to remember just which cables she needed to strip, the knowledge there but buried beneath a couple of years of growth.

CCT relay towers all sent out a signal to the network whenever they came back online from maintenance or any other event that forced them offline. A pulse, you could say – a way for the tower to ping the system and reveal its location to the broader network. No computers were required beyond what was built directly into the tower, and even one like this that was probably used for classified communications and bandwidth would need to touch base initially.

It was the sort of thing that could be easily missed but Blake was positive that if anyone was searching for them, they would be keeping a close eye on any strange activity on the network. They all had scrolls, after all – and if they came into contact with a working tower, they'd be able to pinpoint their location if they activated their distress call.

They didn't know their scrolls were all trashed. It was a reasonable expectation.

Peeling back the insulation, she yanked the cables out, the exposed copper gleaming. Selecting what was previously the black cable and yellow cable, she began tying them together.

"What do you want us to do with this dust?" Jaune asked.

Normally they'd need a way to direct the current, some type of generator with cables to attach to the towers. They didn't have that but what they did have was Weiss. She was the most accomplished user of dust that Blake had ever met. Not even the professors at Beacon could weave dust magic in the same way her teammate could, with the possible exception of Glynda Goodwitch. Even then, the subtle nuances of each dust type and how best to utilize them was something that she was sure Weiss was the best at. It made sense. Her teammate and... what were they now? Lovers? They were sharing the same man, but they were also sharing each other. Did that make them an item?

Blake shook her head.

She'd never met another person who could manipulate the volatile energy that was dust quite like Weiss Schnee, and it made sense considering she had probably been doing it from a very young age. When you were the grand-daughter of a dust magnate and perhaps one of the most influential people in recent history when it came to the mining, refinement and usage of dust, it really wasn't a surprise.

She was a dust princess, and it was something Yang had taken great pleasure in ribbing her about. With that title came a boatload of skill; skill that would be invaluable if this was going to work.

"It'll be fine as it is. Whatever is easiest for Weiss."

A white eyebrow arched in question. "Easiest for me?"

"When I finish with this, I want you to channel as much of that lightning dust as you can into these cables. We need enough power for the tower to come online but not so much that we fry it before it can send out the signal. Think you can do that?"

That last part was a challenge and Blake smirked as she saw the indignation cross her face.

"Who do you think I am?" she scoffed, sticking her nose up in a haughty fashion before becoming serious. "I think we will need more lightning dust."

"Right," Jaune sighed. "I'll go get it."

"Isn't it great that we have a big, strong man around to lift heavy things for us?" Weiss cooed. Blake snickered while Jaune rolled his eyes.

"Be right back."

They watched him vault off the side of the building, vanishing over the edge.

"He is going to ravish me tonight," Weiss said when he was well beyond earshot. "Watching him fight that Grimm turned me on."

Blake felt the beginnings of a blush rise on her cheeks, imagining the things that Weiss had planned. She turned away to focus on what her hands were doing, though it was impossible to completely ignore the thoughts that were racing through her mind at the comment.

"He was very dashing," she agreed.

"More like sexy," Weiss moved up behind her and all of a sudden, Blake was extremely mindful of her presence. "My heart was pounding and not just because I was scared."

A small hand settled on her hip and Blake shivered. Dainty fingers toyed with her belt before slowly moving up, touching her exposed waist.

"Weiss," Blake warned. "I'm trying to work."

And then she yelped when the heiress pinched her.

"What was that for?" Blake demanded, head whipping around to glare at her friend. Weiss grinned.

"I just felt like it," she said.

Blake shook her head. "I swear, this place has really done something to your head."

Weiss giggled. "You can join us, of course. I wouldn't dream of leaving you out."

"What if I don't want to join you?" she said with a hint of rebellion in her voice.

Those fingers returned to her skin, though this time they curled around her front and settled on her belly, lightly massaging her tummy below her belly button. Blake swallowed thickly as Weiss applied pressure, pushing on her womb.

"Are you sure?" she asked impishly. "Don't you want him to touch you here?" she tapped her fingers on her skin. "I know you like it when he puts it deep. If only he could fit the entire thing."

Blake squirmed, throwing off her hands.

"I need to concentrate."

At the beginning of the year, if someone told her that Weiss would say these sorts of things to her in the future, she would have believed that person was seriously sick in the head. Never in her wildest dreams did she ever envision a timeline where Weiss was this sexual, sensual creature that liked to torment her with lewd comments about how Jaune was going to take the pair of them.

Hell, she never ever thought she'd be with Jaune in this way. If someone had told her that, she'd have scoffed and checked if the person was drunk. Jaune didn't see her that way, and she never saw him that way either... at least, that is what she thought.

If she had never considered this a possibility, then why had it been so easy to fall for him? Blake knew that harrowing experiences could bring people closer together. It wasn't unusual for people to bond and for affection to grow when you fought alongside one another, bled together, and saved each other's lives... but she knew it was more than that.

A spark had been there, buried deep within her. This event had only brought it to the surface. When had she started viewing him in this way? She didn't have a clue. Nothing stood out in her mind. She remembered the great swelling of emotion she'd felt when Jaune had revealed that he knew about her past due to Ruby's loose lips and the way he had so casually brushed it aside, but it couldn't have been then. The rest of Team JNPR hadn't cared either.

Blake knew she had a bit of a type and Jaune didn't really fit it. At least, she thought she had a type. Was it possible to think you were attracted to something only to find out that actually, it was this other thing that attracted you the most? She thought about all the characters she enjoyed reading about, the men that caught her fancy in the past, real and imagined. Then there was Adam, of course – her only other lover.

They couldn't be any more different.

She frowned.

Or maybe... that wasn't quite right. The Adam she had fallen for had been her mentor, her confidant. The Adam that had taken her under his wing and had taught her how to fight, how to survive, how to be proud of her faunus heritage. In the early days, he had been warm. But adversity had beaten him down and twisted him, and anger replaced that warmth. A different heat, a dangerous one.

He'd been good. Once.

Jaune was good. He was still good.

He would always be good.

People could fall. She knew this better than anyone, but when it came to Jaune, she was positive. Even during their first year when he had been clearly out of his depth, struggling to stay afloat, maybe even a little soft – it was only on the surface. There had been steel there, malleable and untested, but there all the same. A steel in his spine, an unyielding element that had driven this farm boy to a school for Huntsmen without aura, without much in the way of training, willing to risk his life to become a protector.

Back then, only one person had seen it. Pyrrha Nikos had identified what made Jaune different early on. His simple, uncaring nature of her fame had drawn her in, and then his drive to improve had cemented her opinion. She had taken him in, raised him up, and had hammered that steel until it was strong like a blacksmith, pounding it into a fine sword. But he was more than a weapon.

He was a man; a caring man. A handsome, loving man.

Her man.

Blake flushed.

Not just my man, she hastily corrected. Their man.

If people ever found out about this, it was going to cause a shitstorm of epic proportions. How could it not? Weiss was the daughter of a tyrant, the heiress to the Schnee Dust Company, a corporation that was viewed negatively within the faunus community. The Schnee were also the wealthiest, well known family on the planet. Blake was the daughter of the Chieftain of Menagerie, a person who also happened to be one of the founding members of the White Fang, of which she had also been a part of. After the Vytal Festival, the world knew they were both on the same team. That alone had been all over the papers, the internet, everywhere. Her involvement within the radical White Fang wasn't known but everything else was.

If they found out they were dating – fucking – the same guy?

There was no way it wasn't going to be huge.

"You don't look like you're concentrating very much," Weiss broke through her train of thought. "Rather, you aren't concentrating on what you are meant to be doing."

Was she really so easy to read?

"Your hands haven't moved in two minutes," Weiss added. "What are you thinking about?"

Her voice was filled with concern.

"I... about us," she sighed. "And not... that. I'm just worried about what might happen. After."

This time when Weiss touched her, it was a gentle hand on her shoulder. "There is no point in worrying over it."

"I can't help it."

Weiss chuckled under her breath. "Yeah, you've always been a little bit of a worry wart, even if you try not to show it."

"I know you said that we'll deal with it when it comes but... it will come. It won't stay hidden and our positions will only inflame the situation further. A Schnee and a faunus, the heiress of the SDC and the daughter of Menagerie's leader, not to mention my involvement with the White Fang... Jaune is going to be caught right in the middle of all of that."

She felt Weiss' hand tighten briefly.

"I know," she said quietly. "But let me ask you this; are you willing to give this up?"

Blake couldn't answer.

"Because I'm not," Weiss continued firmly. "Not after finding it. I won't ever let this go. They're going to do their best to ruin it, people are going to judge us, they are going to judge him. But I refuse to bend. Even if it jeopardizes my role within the Schnee Dust Company, I will not bend."

Then she was hugging her from behind, that small, warm body flush against her back. Blake leaned back into her embrace, eyes fluttering shut.

"I've never been so happy," Weiss said. "I refuse to give it up."

She felt the same way. As worried as it made her, as much as she had fought against this, she was happy. Happier than she'd felt in a very long time.

Blake didn't want to lose it.

Soft lips pressed on the back of her neck, and she shivered, a flush of heat gathering between her thighs.

"Are you happy?" Weiss asked.

"I am," Blake responded.

Weiss kissed her neck again, this time with a hint of tongue. Goosebumps raced up and down her arms, her belly clenching deliciously. Those small dainty hands settled on her belly again, a finger dipping into her belly button. Blake arched her back, her skin alight as Weiss stroked the toned lines of her abdomen.

"This is ours," Weiss panted between kisses, sucking on her skin.

"Mhm~!"

"We won't give it up."

Blake nodded weakly. Reaching back, she found Weiss' thigh and squeezed it, raking her nails along her smooth flesh. She felt Weiss exhale shakily against her moist nape, her hair standing on end. Once again, Weiss pressed on her stomach, right on her womb and a deep throb passed through her.

"I'm not interrupting, am I?"

Blake jolted, her heart leaping into her mouth. Weiss hastily pulled away and they both turned, finding Jaune balancing the large crate against his chest and thighs. He set the heavy box down with a grunt, dusting off his hands. The amused expression he wore only made Blake feel embarrassed.

"A little bit," Weiss pouted.

"N-No," Blake cursed the tremor in her voice. "We should finish this and get out of here."

Jaune nodded.

It took her a little while to get her hands under control and then she got to work, though she was ever mindful of the way the skin on her neck prickled with the memory of Weiss' hot lips, her slick tongue and the hint of teeth. When everything was ready, she stepped away and Weiss took her place. Jaune opened as much of the lightning dust canisters as they had, arranging them around her in a circle.

"Perfect," Weiss said, shooting him a smile. "Thank you, Jaune. Now – you two better stand back."

They did as they were told, Jaune dragging the crates away so the other dust wasn't caught up in the discharge. That was the last thing they needed; to accidentally blow everything up. Then they stood side by side as Weiss held out her hand, summoning a white glyph beneath her feet, large enough to encompass where Jaune had arranged all the open canisters.

"It looked like you two were having fun," Jaune said and Blake felt her stomach squirm.

"We were just... talking," Blake glanced at him quickly, trying to gauge his reaction. "About us – about after."

He nodded. "Right. Things might get a little crazy."

"You didn't mind that she was..." she trailed off.

He blinked. "No, of course not. It was very sexy. I would have admired you two more but I was holding a very heavy crate."

Blake bit her lip. "Do you like it... when we...?"

Jaune peered at her curiously. "When you two touch each other?"

It felt like her face was going to melt off, it was that hot. "Um – yeah."

Jaune smirked. "Yeah. I like it a lot."

"Even when you aren't... involved."

He nodded. "Even then."

It wasn't like she believed he would be jealous about it or dislike it, but she wanted to make sure. Communication was important. This was something she knew from first hand experience. If they were going to do this for real, they needed to talk. They couldn't heep secrets from one another.

His hand found hers, his fingers lacing between her own. Amber eyes met blue as he squeezed her hand softly, his eyes warm.

"I love you," she uttered, the words tumbling from her lips before she could even think of stopping them. He looked surprised for a moment before his face lit up happily.

When he leaned in, she met him gladly. Their kiss was short and sweet, but Blake felt the passion behind it, the affection. He didn't have to return her words with his own, not yet. Jaune had already told her that what he felt for her wasn't the same as what he felt for Weiss, but it wasn't lacking, it wasn't lesser.

Different didn't mean worse. It didn't mean he didn't care for her.

The glyph beneath Weiss' feet began to spin, the white light becoming yellow as the lightning dust started to ignite. They watched as the wrath of nature was harnessed and controlled, bending to her will as it roared to life. The air burned, ozone reaching their noses as the lightning bucked and writhed but ultimately obeyed, funneled around Weiss' arm and directed with her hand.

There was a booming crack as it arced through the air and then they saw the lights upon the tower flicker as power was restored. The glyph rotated faster, so fast that they could no longer make out the familiar snowflake symbol, leaving nothing but a whirling blur. More and more lightning dust was discharged into the exposed cabling, the tower lights brightening further until they no longer flickered, the flow of power stable.

Now all she needed to do was keep it steady.

"How long does she need to keep this up?" Jaune asked.

"About a minute should do it," Blake saw the receiver and transmitter at the top of the tower begin to rotate, moving into place, the antenna array positioning itself to broadcast. "Keep it up! You're doing great!"

A minute came and went, and Weiss still held such perfect control of the wild element. Even within the rolling mass of cracking energy, she was calm and poised.

"Okay! You can release it now!"

Weiss nodded and they watched in awe as with a flick of her wrist, she discharged the remaining power into the sky. She looked like a lightning rod, tremendous power radiating off her as a massive arc of lightning blasted into the air, forking in an impressive display before dissipating into nothingness, the cracking boom rattling their eardrums.

It was done.

Weiss exhaled strongly, giving her hand a shake. "That was fun."

Jaune snorted, shoulders shaking. "If you let Nora know you can do things like that, she'll never leave you alone."

"My fingers are tingling," Weiss wiggled them before flexing her hand. "It feels like pins and needles."

"You aren't hurt, are you?" Blake stepped forward, worried.

"No, of course not," Weiss looked exceedingly proud of herself, holding herself arrogantly. "I'm the best."

"Well, Ms. Best – that was very impressive," Jaune walked over and grabbed her tingling hand, giving it a rub. Weiss beamed at him. "You really are a Dust Princess."

She scowled as Blake giggled. "Heiress. It's heiress."

Watching Jaune take care of Weiss' hand, caressing it gently with a warm look in his eyes caused a great welling of affection to rise within Blake's chest. The way Weiss returned his warm look with one filled with love stole her breath away.

"I guess that's it, then," Jaune said. "We should head back."

Weiss summoned her giant Nevermore and they climbed onboard. Feeling a little daring, Blake tucked herself in against Jaune's side and he smiled at her, happy to loop one of his arms around her waist. Once they were airborne, the summoned Grimm swung by the wharf and clasped one of the crates in a clawed talon and then they were skimming the tops of the trees, each powerful beat of its wings carrying them higher into the sky.

When they returned to camp, she immediately began undressing. There really was no shame amongst them any longer, Jaune and Weiss had seen and touched her body intimately. There was nothing to hide, nothing she wanted to keep hidden. Pulling her crop top up over her head, she freed her sweaty breasts from the confines of her bra before kicking off her boots and peeling her pants down her slender legs. She could feel the eyes of her companions on her, and when she removed the final layer of clothing, her purple thong, she flushed lightly.

Fingers dipped down and rubbed the regrowing hair of her mons.

She knew Jaune didn't mind but Blake wished she could shave it away. Weiss was lucky that she was naturally bare between her legs, no maintenance required. Eternally smooth and soft.

"I'm going for a swim," she announced. "Would anyone like to join me?"

"You go," Weiss nudged Jaune in the side. "I'll sort the dust out and then join you two later."

Jaune shot Weiss a curious look. "Are you sure? Can't that wait?"

"No, it can't," she said, acting bossy as she nudged him again. "Now go. Shoo."

Weiss then peered her way and shot Blake a wink, her lips curling into a very telling smirk. Blake pouted.

She was giving them some alone time. Why? She didn't have a clue but Blake wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. She would take this time gladly.

"Jaune?"

He nodded, unhooking his armor and shrugging it off before removing his clothes. As always, she couldn't help but admire his strong, muscled body, those lean lines calling to her most basic instincts. When he removed his underwear, her insides cramped up deliciously.

Just the sight of his cock made her pussy hum, her nipples crinkle as they stiffened. Jaune made her feel so incredibly easy, like she was a needy slut and all he had to do to turn her on was take off a shirt, or remove his pants.

If it was for him, she didn't mind feeling that way.

"First one to the water wins," he said in a rush before darting by her with a laugh, like a big stupid child.

"Hey!" she shouted, spinning to follow.

"Have fun~!" Weiss called.

She could have easily caught him but the vision of that cute, toned butt of his flexing powerfully ensured that Blake stayed right behind him. She wasn't about to give up such a wonderful sight easily.

Jaune ran through the shallow waters, feet splashing as he moved deeper. Gentle waves lapped at his legs as he got to around thigh height before diving in, vanishing briefly before resurfacing, hair slicked back with water. His tanned skin glistened and again, Blake felt her easy pussy clench, dampening in that instinctive call a woman felt towards a man she wished to mate with.

And god, did she want to mate with him. She wanted him to fuck her with as much of his cock as he could get inside her. Weiss wasn't the only one that had felt something watching Jaune fight against that Grimm. Blake didn't consider herself someone that got worked up from a healthy fight but perhaps she'd never had the right person with her.

Now she did.

The water was cool but not cold, and following his example, she dove in and glided through the water for several feet before surfacing. It felt amazing and when she turned, she saw those gorgeous blue eyes roaming over her body.

She felt the urge to tease him.

"Like what you see?" she asked, one hand rubbing her tummy while the other stroked her thigh.

"Very much," he said, voice low. "You look amazing. You always look amazing."

Blake bit her lip. "I bet you say that to all the girls you meet."

"Only one other girl," he admitted, grinning handsomely. "You don't mind, right?"

Blake made an expression of mock outrage. "What if I did?"

"Hmm," Jaune looked her up and down, and when his eyes settled on her breasts, she shivered. "I guess I'll have to make it up to you, won't I?"

He slowly approached and Blake felt her heart speed up, thumping loudly in her chest. Each breath felt like a challenge, the air suddenly thick with tension; sexual tension. When he was right in front of her, she had to look up, her eyes fluttering as he held her gaze securely.

"What would you like me to do?" he asked quietly. "Tell me what you want."

What did she want?

She wanted him to worship her. She wanted him to give her everything he had, and then some. She wanted to feel like she was the most beautiful woman in the world, that he couldn't be without her for even a second, that she was loved. She wanted to feel him inside her, moving with purpose, wringing pleasure from her very soul as she unraveled around him.

She wanted him.

"I want your mouth," she said, almost panting at the thought. "Here," she added, tapping the rise of her mons. He looked down, following the length of her toned body. "I want your mouth here. I want you to eat my pussy."

When their eyes met again, she saw the black of his pupil had almost entirely swallowed his iris. A low whine escaped her lips as one of his strong, wide hands settled on her hip, his thumb digging in and rubbing her hip bone.

"You want me to eat your pussy?"

She nodded.

"Please, I want it so bad," she thrust her tits out, her upturned peaks perky and inviting. "Can you?"

He lowered himself to his knees without a word and Blake trembled from the soles of her feet to the very tips of her kitty ears, her soul quaking within. Seizing her thigh, he lifted her leg up and over his shoulder until his scorching hot breath gusted across her tingling twat. One of her hands settled on his head, fingers threading through his hair for balance.

"Your wish is my command," he told her, and then he leaned in.

She saw stars.

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