Based on prior responses, I feel it's worth stating in advance that Jaune and Ruby won't be getting it on. If that's something you're in to, feel free to contact me about your own story ideas! Anywho, let's roll on with another chapter!

-RWBY-

Jaune sat on the steps outside his building, sipping from his reusable to-go coffee cup as he waited for Yang to turn up. He was still a little surprised that the whole thing was happening, because he'd not really expected Yang to invite him to... hang out? Outside of the club.

The rumble of a motorcycle became audible to him after a few more minutes, and Jaune looked up to see a big yellow and black motorcycle speeding up the road. The rider had on a bright yellow helmet and black motorcycle jacket. It slowed to a stop near him, and the rider lifted off their helmet to reveal Yang's face. Her hair was tied up in a low bun, but it was still distinctive as the golden colour glittered under the early morning sun.

"Hey."

He said after a minute, and Yang offered him a smile.

"Hey there. Fancy meeting you here."

"Where I live?"

He joked back, and held out the coffee he'd gotten for her. Yang took it with thanks, then took a sip.

"Ok, where did you get this? This coffee is awesome."

Jaune chuckled.

"I made it. Ok, that's a lie. Just there."

He pointed to the little cafe a couple of doors down from where they were. It was somewhere he stopped at many mornings when he didn't have time to have breakfast at home. They made awesome breakfast sandwiches and coffee.

Yang hummed and swung her leg over her bike, so she could lean up against the side of it whilst she drank her coffee. Jaune took the opportunity to admire the machine - he was a bit of a techie, after all, and it looked like a very well built machine. It was a pretty hefty bike too, though somehow Jaune felt like it suited Yang perfectly. Probably because of her huge personality.

"What are you staring at?"

"Huh? Oh. Just admiring your bike."

Jaune answered. Yang turned her head to look down at said bike, and smiled.

"I do love my Bumblebee. No, I will not take questions, that is his name."

Jaune let out a laugh, then shrugged.

"That's fine. It's very nice to meet you, Bumblebee. I'd shake your hand, but you don't have hands."

Yang giggled, shaking her head.

"Dork."

Jaune grinned.

"Always. I'm gonna go get a refill of my coffee, then we can go when you're done?"

Yang nodded, so Jaune got up and slung his backpack over his shoulder, then walked down to the cafe to get a fresh coffee poured in to it. He paid, thanked the staff and headed back out. Thankfully, Yang hadn't just driven off, though he hadn't really expected her to. She dropped her empty cup in the nearest bin, then beckoned him over. Jaune went, twisting the lid of his cup so the lid sealed and coffee wouldn't splatter everywhere when he tucked it in to the drink holder on the side of his backpack. Yang opened up a compartment under the seat and pulled out a plain black helmet, which she held out to Jaune.

"Safety first, then you can saddle up for the ride."

"I feel like you've said that exact sentence to me before."

Jaune joked, and Yang winked as she waited for Jaune to put on his helmet. Luckily, it fit quite well, though the extra weight felt a little strange to balance. Yang straddled the bike and told him to grab on, so Jaune clambered aboard Bumblebee while Yang was putting her helmet back on and wrapped his arms around her waist. It wasn't a place he minded being. The bike rumbled beneath them as Yang started it back up, and he automatically gripped on tighter when they began moving.

He caught a few glimpses of a nice morning sun whenever Yang slowed down, but mostly Jaune clung on for dear life and waited for the bike to stop. They pulled up outside of a building labelled Signal Gym, and it took his legs a minute to feel solid under him after being wedged across the wide, vibrating machine. Despite that, he was a little exhilirated and sort of considering learning to ride a motorcycle already. Yang pulled off her helmet and turned to look at him, grinning. He removed his own helmet, sure his hair was messed up already.

"How you feeling?"

"Fine. It was fun!"

Jaune answered with his own smile. Yang winked playfully, then unzipped her jacket with a sigh of relief.

"Safe, but too damn hot. Not officially open for a couple of hours, so when I'm opening I stop by early to get my own workout in while I have the run of the place. Follow me."

Well, that was an offer Jaune hadn't turned down from Yang so far. He followed her as she wheeled her bike around the side of the building, to access the clearly marked "Staff Parking" garage door. Once her precious Bumblebee was safely stowed away, Yang reached in to an inside pocket of her jacket to retrieve a set of keys, then apparently changed her mind and led him back out to the front of the gym.

"Just need to grab something from here."

Jaune saw she was pointing to a bakery, which reminded him he had coffee waiting in his backpack. It was still pleasantly hot inside the travel cup when he took a sip before following Yang toward the bakery. The staff in there greeted her warmly, and Jaune supposed they probably saw each other often as they occupied neighbouring buildings. He perused the offerings lined up behind the glass, and spotted something that looked tasty. As he approached the counter, he heard Yang ordering... two dozen cookies. He was a little confused, but it was up to her what she ate, so he didn't ask.

"Ah, the usual. Anything else?"

"Hm. I'll have a strawberry sprinkle too. Jaune, you want anything?"

"Yeah, can I get that pumpkin spice pastry thing please?"

Yang wouldn't let him pay for it, pointing out he'd gotten her coffee earlier and so now they were even. He eventually relented, and the pastry was absolutely delicious. Yang ate her doughnut as they walked back to the gym, huge box of cookies in her other hand. He held it for her so she could unlock the gym, and they headed inside.

"So, you really like cookies huh?"

Jaune couldn't help asking, despite the fact he'd decided not to ask earlier. Yang simply smiled and put the box down, then took off her jacket and untied her hair, combing it through with her fingers so it laid in messy waves down her back. Jaune tried not to get distracted by that.

"Come on, I'll show you around."

They left the office that they'd entered through, and Yang pointed to the other office doors.

"That one is mine and my sister's, but we don't use it a lot cus we hang out with our dad or are out in the main area."

Jaune chuckled as he saw the faded stickers all over the door, a testament to the sisters growing up in the gym from an age when stickers were the best kind of decorations. They continued on through, the bulk of the actual gym taken up by a workout room. A variety of weights, kettlebells and a couple of machines were available, with a few pull-up stations to round it off. The other part of the gym was the room with the training ring in, one wall lined with heavy bags, another with a space cleared for sparring and drills.

"Wow. This looks pretty cool."

"Yeah, it's great. Ready to get a workout in?"

Jaune nodded, and followed her again. He realised they were heading to the women's locker room, but Yang reminded him that they were the only people in the gym and immediately began to undress. Jaune blinked, then moved behind another row of lockers at a small attempt at modesty. Sure, they'd seen each other naked... quite a few times, really. Maybe he just thought if he saw her naked again, weight lifting was going to drop far down his list of priorities...

He changed in to his vest top and shorts, folding his other clothes in to a neat pile and tucking them back in his backpack. Yang circled the lockers to find him, already done changing herself. Jaune took in her plain black tracksuit bottoms and vest top, her hair scraped back in to a tight ponytail. It made quite a change for him, as he mostly saw her in 'work' outfits, or nothing at all.

"Weights or heavy bag?"

Yang asked, and Jaune shrugged.

"I do both, do you have a preference for which first?"

"I was thinking a little weights, then maybe some heavy bag or we can do some sparring? Since we both like martial arts?"

Jaune nodded.

"Sounds good."

As he knew Yang had grown up around the training, and had seen just how athletic he was, Jaune was half-certain he was going to get his ass handed to him. But that was how to get better, he reasoned to himself as they headed out to the weights room. Yang walked him through her warm-up routine and stretches, which he did his best to copy - she was very flexible, and very physically fit, plus she basically grew up in a gym. So Jaune felt confident she knew what she was talking about.

"Owwww."

He found himself complaining during one stretch as pain shot down his waist, and Yang stopped to walk over and prod him in the side.

"You've got some tension in the muscle here that's limiting your flexibility. It's pretty common. Better bring stretching in to your daily routine, not just pre-workout. It'll be sore at first, but it will ease up if you keep at it. If it doesn't, my dad knows a sports medicine guy that should be able to help."

Jaune nodded his agreement, rubbing at the sore muscle.

"Thanks."

Yang smiled.

"I'm experienced and happy to share what I know. Now keep stretching."

"Yes ma'am."

Jaune answered, his chuckle answered with her giggles. Once she was done putting his apparently tense muscles through the ringer, they moved over to the weights. She gave him a couple of tips on his form for core exercises to help support him better, which Jaune was happy to take on board. Her experience was clear, as some of her achievements decorated the walls of the gym.

"That's my dad there. Before I was born, but yanno, it runs in the family."

Yang pointed to a picture of a man mid-fight. With a swollen bruise under his eye, a cut on his lip and blood on his chin, it wasn't easy to make out his features, but Jaune spotted the bright blond hair that screamed family resemblance with ease. There was another one that was a few years later - Jaune could tell by the toddler Yang sat on a woman's lap in the background, bright eyes focused on her daddy who was receiving some kind of trophy.

"Is that your mom?"

Jaune asked, and Yang nodded.

"Summer. Adopted me when I was little, and then she had my sister. She was a great woman. My dad took it pretty hard when we lost her."

He found himself lost for words. Yang had never really opened up that much beyond confirming she had a younger sister, and admitting her sister was aware of her work. So he opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, nothing coming out for a while.

"I'm sorry you lost her."

Yang nodded.

"It was a tough time, but we had a lot of great years as a family. She was there every time I entered a contest, patched me up if I got hurt but always told me to keep trying. I wouldn't be where I am without her. In a lot of ways, actually. Like here, with you right now."

Jaune frowned.

"How do you mean?"

"When she died, dad was pretty crushed. I took on some sports model jobs to help pay the bills, and me and Ruby took over running this place for a while. Modelling led to dancing, which it turned out I had a knack for. And from there, I was spotted by a recruiter from the club, who offered me better money even without the... extras. That was all my choice. Dad's doing a lot better now, and he knows what I do, though he doesn't want the details."

She let out a small laugh.

"Plus, he trains everyone at the club for free, to make sure we're all as safe as can be. I miss mom, but I know she'd be proud of us all still."

"Wow. That's... wow."

Jaune was still short on words, but Yang seemed to understand and gave him a smile.

"Yeah. I am who I am because of her, and I'm proud of that. She was supportive when I started entering boxing and martial arts contests, and always called me a show off. Which is still pretty true, I just do it on a pole instead of in the ring these days. But enough about that, you want to do heavy bags or show me your stuff in the ring?"

A little jarred by the sudden change of topic, but getting the feeling Yang was a little uncomfortable after opening up so much, Jaune let her lead the conversation.

"If you promise not to bust up my face, we can get in the ring."

Yang winked.

"Like I'd hurt that pretty face. Drink some water first, you've already worked up a sweat."

They sat down for a water break and a brief rest, then Yang led them through to the other room to get in the ring. She showed him some of the pictures up on the wall, mostly of fights including people who trained in the gym. Including her. There was one photo where she was pinning someone with bright red hair to the floor, which Yang smiled at. She traced the image, brushing over a small tattoo on the woman's cheek with a fond expression.

"Big rival of mine, I was thrilled to win that match. And we're good friends. She's a camgirl now. Good content."

With no further preamble, Yang pulled off her tank top and bottoms, revealing a sports bra and shorts underneath. Baggy clothing wasn't ideal for fighting, Jaune knew, so it made sense. But it was still a little distracting at first. Especially her sweat-damp abs... Jaune shook his head to clear it, then followed Yang in to the ring. They took off their shoes and socks, then slid in under the ropes and picked a corner each. Then they circled, waiting for the other to make the first move.

Yang moved in first, and Jaune wasn't surprised to find that she was just as intense and direct in fighting as she was in everything else. His style was more defensive, as he found he was better at anticipating moves and learning their style before he retaliated properly. He managed to block her kick, then absorb a couple more moves, but his hesitation cost him and it wasn't long before the more forceful fighter had grappled him to the ground, one of his arms locked behind his back and his chest pinned to the mat.

"You better not be letting me win."

"I'm not! You're just more experienced than me, and I don't know your style yet. Can I get up now?"

Yang laughed, then turned him over and helped him to his feet. They took a few steps back and circled again, and while Jaune was a little more prepared for her quick, powerful attacks, it still didn't take much longer for her to grapple him down again. She pinned him on his back that time, and Jaune definitely caught a wink before she leapt up and pulled him upright.

A few more rounds went by before Jaune was able to start holding his own more against her style, and Yang seemed pleased by that. As they parted for a quick water break - they were really sweating by then - Yang turned and gave him that smile that promised some kind of mischief.

"I propose a wager."

"Should I be concerned?"

Jaune asked. Yang winked.

"One last round, all out. Whoever taps out owes the other whatever they want. Within reason, obviously."

While he wasn't sure he was going to win, Jaune also hadn't been opposed to anything Yang had asked of him ever since they'd met. So he agreed. They finished their water break and Jaune wiped the sweat from his forehead before it dripped in to his eyes, then both climbed back in to the ring. Jaune was starting to feel the fatigue setting in after the weights and sparring, so he was glad that they were almost done.

He had a better feel for her style by then, and managed to dodge as well as block most of her attacks, though he felt a few spots on his legs and arms that were likely to bruise over the next couple of days - Yang was strong, and she was very skilled in applying enough force to hurt so he knew it had landed, though he was absolutely certain she could hurt him much more if she chose to. He waited, dodging, blocking.

Yang had one flaw he'd noticed - her body was left exposed by one particular lunging strike she had, which was Jaune's opportunity. He ducked and surged forward, and to both their surprises, he was successful in tackling her to the ground. Yang growled, grappling and fighting but unable to get enough purchase to push him off. The only real advantage Jaune had on her was weight, and she lacked the leverage to knock him off. Easily, anyway. He was sure she was capable, but they were sparring, not all-out street fighters.

"Alright. I tap out. Now let me up before I strain my back."

Jaune pushed himself up from the floor, then reached a hand out to help Yang to her feet. She thanked him, brushing a few loose hairs off her sweaty forehead before she patted his arm.

"Good job. I've been trying to work on leaving myself open in that move, it's cost me before. So... what would the victor like to claim as his prize?"

He swallowed thickly, unsure if what he was about to ask was going to be too much. But, well, Yang had put it on the table before...

"I'd like to kiss you. But only if you're comfortable with that."

Yang raised an eyebrow.

"You could ask for anything, and you want a kiss?"

Jaune shrugged.

"I didn't manage to win one over the table before."

That made her smile, and she gave a nod.

"Alright. A kiss it is."

He sort of expected her to just kiss him on the cheek and call that his prize. Which wasn't what he wanted, but Jaune wouldn't have argued since that would have been her being uncomfortable about anything else.

But Yang didn't back out. She stepped right in to his space, then leant up and kissed him soundly on the lips. Jaune froze briefly in shock that it was actually happening, then managed to regain enough sense to kiss her back. It was just as electric as everything else he'd experienced with her, and when Yang didn't pull away after the brief peck he'd been expecting, Jaune dared to wrap his hands around her waist and draw her a little closer.

Yang responded in kind, wrapping an arm around his neck as she backed him up toward the corner of the ring and sucked his bottom lip between her teeth. She nipped playfully at it, smirking against his mouth when Jaune growled. She moaned in response when he turned them and pushed her against the corner post, dug her nails in to his shoulder and pushed her hips into his, feeling him grow harder with each second. The effect she had on him was always incredible, and the way she tugged his hair and slipped her tongue in his mouth was no different to when she hypnotised him on stage or fucked him in a private room - completely addictive.

"Wait, wait."

She nudged at his shoulder and Jaune backed up immediately, worried he'd gone too far.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Except I left my condoms in those bottoms over there."

Yang winked and slipped between the ropes, dashing across the small space between the ring and her discarded trousers. As she clambered back through the ropes, Jaune raised an eyebrow.

"You brought condoms to a workout?"

Her eyes glittered, her expression pure playful seduction.

"You've only just worked out that a workout gets me worked up? And we've fucked how many times after I danced now?"

With just enough distance for his head to clear a little, Jaune had one other concern.

"Aren't there security cameras here?"

"Yes, but it wouldn't be the first time I've scrubbed the footage. Now fuck me."

His concerns about cameras soon faded when Yang stripped out of her sports bra and shimmied out of her shorts and underwear, kicking them aside and looking expectantly at Jaune. As he tugged his sweaty vest off, Yang decided to help and pulled his shorts down, boxers quickly joining them in a puddle on the floor for Jaune to step out of.

"Hold on to the ropes."

Jaune said, then dropped to his knees and boosted her up. Yang grabbed hold of the top ropes, her legs slung over his shoulders so Jaune could go down on her eagerly. She was already wet, a faint taste of sweat not enough to put him off in the slightest as Yang bucked her hips and tightened her legs around his head. He would have said she was trapping him there, but he was more than happy and so he didn't really feel 'trapped'. If he had any complaints, it would have been that his hearing was a little muffled and so he wasn't able to hear her moans as clearly as he would have liked. But it was well worth it.

Yang tugged at his hair and loosened the vice of her thighs, dragging him up by his hair. It hurt, but Jaune was really kind of enjoyed the feral vibe Yang was giving off in her current state of arousal. She kissed him again, uncaring of how his face was wet with her as she fumbled to tear open the condom wrapper. Jaune took it from her, worried she'd tear the latex inside. He managed to get it open and roll the condom down over his cock despite the distraction of Yang biting at his neck. Once she saw he had it on, she boosted herself back up to brace on the ropes and Jaune gripped her legs to support her weight. Yang guided him in and pushed herself down, ensuring he filled her completely in one motion.

It was clear that Yang was not in the mood for anything slow, urging him to go harder and faster as soon as Jaune started moving. He obliged, feeling fresh sweat bead on his face and run down his back from the exertion. Yang was little better, swearing and grunting and rutting harder against him, her face flushed and her body dripping with sweat.

"Fuck, I need more!"

She whined, so Jaune thought quickly before he squatted down a little and lifted her up. Yang got the message immediately and moved her legs until they were resting against his chest and shoulders. It let him hit her deeper and Yang cried out in delight with each thrust, almost bent completely in half by their position as she kept a white-knuckle grip on the ropes for balance. The only words she managed to utter were increasingly explicit, until she let out a shuddering breath and looked up at him.

"Boost me up a little, I need a hand free."

Jaune did his best, and once Yang had managed to brace her back up against the corner post, she was able to use one hand to slide down and rub her clit, her other hand continuing to help support her weight whilst Jaune's hands stayed just below her hip bones on her back. It wasn't comfortable for either of them, but both of them were far too distracted by pleasure to care.

Lost in that rush of ecstacy Jaune was now intimately familiar with, Yang's head rolled back and her muscles tightened as she cried out. Loud enough they probably heard it in the bakery, and Jaune found it so incredibly erotic he almost came there and then. If he wasn't also focusing on holding them both up, he might have done, but staying upright was just mentally taxing enough to stop him completely losing it. So instead, he just witnessed the beautiful display in front of his eyes.

Jaune slowed his thrusts as Yang stopped twitching all over, watching her come down from her high. She blinked a few times, panting and grinning.

"On your back, we're not done here but this thing is starting to hurt my back and I think I have rope marks on my arms. Kinky."

She giggled, still bracing her weight when Jaune reluctantly pulled out and gently lowered her down. Her legs were a little shaky, but she managed to stay upright. Jaune complied with her orders and laid down on the floor of the ring, and Yang wasted little time in straddling him. Rather than spread her knees over his hips, Yang seated herself with her feet flat on the floor, and once she'd used her hand to aim Jaune's cock back inside her, she leant back with her hands either side of his shins to give her the leverage to ride him hard and fast. He was impressed she had the energy to do that, and enjoyed it immensely.

As he felt himself get close to climax, Jaune hoped Yang wouldn't mind him pushing his luck a little more and sat up, pushing her down to the ground and getting on top of her. She moaned in response and dragged her nails down his back, leaning up to kiss him roughly as Jaune kept thrusting until he was groaning in to her mouth as he came. He slowed to a stop, the two still kissing lazily until he had to move to avoid losing the condom as his cock started to soften. He gripped the base and pulled out, then rolled over on to his back next to her to try and catch his breath, heart pounding in his chest.

They both laid there, recovering slowly. The gym was silent save for their heavy breathing for a couple of minutes, and then a voice that was not Jaune's called out Yang's name.

"Shit! That's Ruby."

She exclaimed, and the two both leapt up to pull their clothes on quickly. Yang had no hope of pulling her sports bra back on when she was so sweaty, so she rushed over to her discarded top and bottoms, and pulled those back on before stuffing discarded underlayers in her pocket. Jaune was stuck with the condom still on when he pulled his shorts and boxers back up, keen to get to a bathroom soon but even more keen to not be caught stark naked by Yang's younger sister.

He tried to smooth his hair down a little, and sat down on the floor to put his socks and shoes back on. By the time he was done tying his laces, Yang was on her feet to greet her sister as she walked in.

"Hey Ruby! This is Jaune, I gave him a tour then kicked his ass in the ring. Jaune, this is my sister Ruby. She's technical support here at the gym, and also helped build the club website."

To Jaune's surprise, he recognised the sister in question when she peered around Yang to look over at him.

"Oh. Wait, aren't you the teaching assistant in my tech class?"

Jaune nodded and walked over to greet her, careful not to move too much lest he humiliate himself by the condom falling out of his shorts.

"Yeah, hi there. I didn't realise you and Yang were related."

"Really? But we look so alike!"

Ruby joked - with her black and red hair, there was a very obvious difference between them. He realised she looked much more like their mother, which made sense as she had adopted Yang but given birth to Ruby.

They chatted idly for a minute, before Ruby's expression shifted slightly.

"Am I going to need to do something with the security feed again?"

Yang laughed, absolutely unapologetic.

"No, I'll do it."

Well, she definitely knew what they'd been doing.

"You better clean up before dad gets in!"

Ruby called out as she walked off in the direction of the door to the offices. Yang continued to giggle, then seemed to remember something. Jaune managed to excuse himself to the bathroom, relieved to finally ditch the rubber. He washed his hands and went in search of the other two, and found Yang sat behind her dad's desk whilst Ruby was tucking in to the big box of cookies Yang had purchased earlier.

"My sister is an absolute fiend for sugar. Meet the real life cookie monster."

"Shut up or I'll tell dad you defiled the gym. I'm gonna go set up in my office."

She scooped up the box and walked out. Yang snickered, then rolled her eyes.

"He'd have no room to judge. I'm pretty sure I was conceived in that ring!"

Jaune blinked, surprised by her words before he found himself laughing right along with her.

"There are showers here, right?"

Yang nodded.

"Of course. Want some company?"

She asked with a cheeky smile. Jaune shook his head, but he was smiling too. Even a trip to the gym couldn't be boring with someone like Yang in his life.

-RWBY-

"I'm not having sex with your sister here! But I'll still picture it."