Jaune felt Weiss' lips press against his. The taste of mint, cool and refreshing, filled his mouth. Normally, such a thing would cause Jaune to jump for joy. Even now, it was taking all he had not to escalate the situation even further. Yet Jaune, in spite of his body's wishes, managed to stop himself.

"E-enough!" Jaune wheezed, breaking free of Weiss' embrace. Weiss landed on his bed, her face red and clothing wrinkled. "Weiss, stop it!"

Weiss looked at the blonde knight. She was absolutely breath-taking, with white hair, a petite body, perfect skin, pale blue eyes with tears…

"You're crying Weiss." Jaune mumbled, seating himself opposite the girl. "Tell me what's wrong-"

"I'm not crying!" Weiss brushed her eyes with her sleeve. "Now come over here and let me-"

"No." Jaune said, crossing his arms and glaring at the heiress. "You aren't thinking straight Weiss. And an Arc never takes advantage of a woman, especially not one who isn't thinking straight."

Jaune felt proud of himself for a moment, until he saw Weiss' face. It wasn't one of respect or admiration. No, Weiss' Schnee expression was one of despair, as if Jaune had just thrown her into the churning sea without a life vest.

"D-Damn you Arc." Weiss begun to sob.. "Damn you and your chivalry! I just want to forget!" Weiss looked Jaune in the eye, misery and self-hate evident in her blue eyes. "Can't you help me forget!?"

"Weiss…" Jaune mumbled, looking at the fragile heiress in front of him. "I-I-"

"Please." Weiss begged. This shocked Jaune. He had never expected to ever hear Weiss say that word in such a tone. Especially not to him. "Please...just for tonight. Just one night Jaune."

Jaune looked at the girl. So frail, so helpless, so beautiful. It would be so easy to go along with her, to give into his desires. The thought of having Weiss Schnee, the girl of his dreams, tempted Jaune to no end. At the same time, the lessons of his father stopped Jaune's carnal desires, reminding him of the path of true Arc men.

Weiss, as if sensing his internal conflict, crawled towards him. Before Jaune could even react, she was straddling his hips, her face inches away from his. Her expression was one of carnal lust, her eyes screaming for physical action.

"Please Jaune." Weiss said breathlessly, gyrating her hips against his. "You'll enjoy it, I promise."

Jaune could feel pressure building in his rapidly tightening pants as Weiss pressed against him. His breath grew more erratic the longer they stayed in contact. His resolve weakening, Jaune tried to concentrate on anything but the stunningly attractive girl currently trying to sleep with him.

It was difficult however, especially with the said girl planting hickies on his collarbone. Jaune shivered as Weiss left a trail of red marks up his neck. Each bite caused a tingling sensation to run up his spine, chipping away at his resolve.

"Jaune…" Weiss whispered in the blonde boy's ear. "Aren't you going to make me yours?"

"I-I-" Jaune stuttered. He truly did not know what to do.

Weiss suddenly leaned back, pulling Jaune on top of her while she landed on the bed. The change in position took Jaune by surprise, his arms splaying out to stop himself from crashing onto the heiress.

"Weiss, wait-"

Weiss however, simply pulled Jaune's head onto her own, her tongue forcing itself into Jaune's mouth. Any resolve Jaune had crumbled as the two kissed. It was a forceful and sloppy kiss, with a mix of dark emotions and lust. Words were replaced with grunts and moans as the two continued their desperate mating.

When the two finished, Weiss simply rolled to the other side of the bed and rolled herself into a ball, her back to Jaune.

Jaune too, turned his back on his partner.

He tried to forget what he'd seen on Weiss' face as they had fornicated, but found that he couldn't.

For once, Jaune feared for the morning.