Ruby was beginning to get cabin fever as she spent yet another day in this house in the middle of Mistral. With the influx of new bodies there was even less room than there had been previously. Thankfully, however, there were only two people occupying the room in which her team bunked. She and Weiss were having a relaxing, boring day. It was exactly what they needed. With everyone still on high alert after the battle at Haven Academy, a little rest and relaxation would do them all some good.

The sound of the door squeaking open caused Ruby to glance up from the comic book gripped in her hands. It took a moment, but soon enough she saw a head of long blonde hair peek through. Lilac eyes slowly scanned the room until they settled on their target. Mischief danced in those eyes, and a sly grin spread across her face. Ruby was just happy that her sister's attention was not focused on her for a change.

She had no idea what was about to happen to Weiss, but she pitied her partner.

With smooth, innocent strides, Yang waltzed into the room before pushing the door closed behind her. A look over to Weiss showed that the girl did not care for the new arrival, and she continued with her own silent reading. That is, until the blonde girl took a seat next to her on the bed.

The former heiress looked up, her concentration obviously interrupted by the new presence next to her. "Yes?"

Yang folded her hands atop her lap, her natural fingers toying with the bionics ones on her right hand. "Hey, Weiss. You remember the time at Haven when Jaune covered you in his white stuff?"

Ruby sputtered out a cough. Had she been drinking milk at the time, she would have done a real life spit take. She had always wanted to do one of those. However, such regrets were lost to her at the sheer brazenness of her sister's question.

"I do," Weiss confirmed. "It's hard to forget something like that."

Oh my gods. Did Weiss even realize what she was saying? Or rather, what Yang was saying? Obviously by the way the blonde girl was grinning, she knew exactly what she was implying. She knew exactly what she was making Weiss agree to.

Yang bit down on her lip for a moment in an attempt to suppress her smile before she continued. "So I was just wondering. How did it feel to have Jaune inside you?"

Aura! Ruby's mind screamed. She's talking about his Aura! She truly hoped that Weiss did not catch on to what Yang was implying. If her partner knew what Yang was truly asking, the girl would be utterly mortified. To even suggest that Weiss would do those kinds of things with Jaune of all people would make her scream in horror.

"Considering it was his first time, Jaune's performance was quite impressive."

You're not helping, Weiss! Ruby could only shake her head, hoping that Yang had had her fun and that it would be over now. Obviously Ruby wasn't the only one suffering from boredom here in this house. If this was how her sister had decided to pass the time, then it would be a long few days until Uncle Qrow could secure transportation to Atlas.

"He really filled you up with his white stuff, didn't he?"

Oh gods. It wasn't over.

"He did. I must admit that I was surprised to see how much of it he had. Is it normal for a person to have so much?"

Aura! the younger girl's mind raged again. For the love of everything, please clarify that you're talking about Aura!

"I'm not so sure, I can't say I have much experience in that department." Ruby saw how her sister had to look away from the other girl, the smile on her face threatening to erupt into full-blown laughter. After a deep breath and a slight nod of her head, Yang turned back. "So would you agree that Jaune has a lot of untapped potential?"

Finally. They were getting to something normal. Yang had had her fun, and they were talking about something with actual merit. Something that could aid them in their war against the forces of Salem.

"He does," Weiss agreed.

"You gonna tap that?"

Ruby coughed again. This time the sheer audacity of the question made her speak up in protest. "Yang!"

By the look of pure innocence which graced Weiss' face, it appeared that she was still not in on the joke. "Ruby, are you okay?"

"Yeah, Ruby," Yang echoed. "Are you okay?"

With a shake of her head, Ruby could only sigh and continue to allow this to happen. Ignorance was bliss, after all. "I'm fine."

"Great!" Yang exclaimed before turning her attention back to Weiss. "So? You wanna tap Jaune?"

"I suppose I probably should."

Weiss... why...

"Every night, right?"

"Yes," she agreed with a stern nod. "I should tap him every night in order to gain the full potential he has to offer."

"Oh yeah, you'd like that. Wouldn't you?"

The grin on Yang's face should have been a dead giveaway. People often thought that Ruby herself was innocent and naive. Yang especially loved to think that about her sweet baby sister. But she wasn't a moron. She knew things too!

How was it possible that Weiss of all people had turned out to be the naive one?

"Yes. I would like very much to tap Jaune tonight."

Yang stood up, brushing her hands clean against each other as if to say that her job here was done. "Great! I hope you get on that as soon as possible. See ya around, Ice Queen!"

As quickly as she had arrived Yang had left. Like a tornado she had left a trail of destruction in her wake, but the only person who could see that devastation was Ruby.

Weiss remained unaffected by what had just taken place. Blissfully ignorant of the filth she had just been exposed to.

The arrival in Atlas was a welcome change of scenery for the former students of Beacon Academy. Blake had not been cooped up in Mistral for nearly as long as her friends and teammates, but knowing what she knew now, she was eager to move forward. There was so much to be done. With the Relic of Knowledge in their hands, Professor Ozpin had deemed it necessary to bring it to Atlas as soon as possible.

However, while he and Ruby and Yang's uncle were out at some important meeting with General Ironwood, it left the rest of them with precious little to do in the meantime. They could of course train. They had all been doing plenty of that. Other than that though, there wasn't a whole lot to do to occupy their time. And so it was that some people found new an annoying ways to entertain themselves in their downtime.

Speaking of training, Weiss had just finished getting dressed and slipped on a pair of heels. Attaching Myrtenaster to her hip, she moved toward the door, presumably ready to train some more.

"Going to see Jaune again?" the third person in the room asked.

Blake's eyes darted over to where Yang was lazily sprawled out on her bed, a scroll held up above her in a single hand. Her eyes hadn't even moved from whatever she was watching when she addressed the Schnee girl.

"I am," Weiss confirmed.

The two of them had been spending a lot of time together over the past few days. Perhaps the girl thought that she owed Jaune for saving her life back at Haven Academy. As a result they had spent a lot of time training, judging by how she often returned to their room sweaty and disheveled.

Yang's arm fell to the bed, and she regarded the girl with a predatory grin. "You like getting physical with him, don't you?"

"Is there something wrong with that?"

Yes, you idiot, Blake thought with a roll of her eyes. This had been going on for days now. Yang absolutely loved to tease Weiss with all kinds of innuendos and puns that went straight over her head.

"No no, I think it's great," Yang smiled. "So you're gonna hit that, right?"

Weiss nodded. "Yes. That sounds like a lovely idea."

"You're gonna hit it hard."

"Very hard."

Yang's tongue darted out to lick her lips, and she couldn't stop the gleeful grin from curling on her lips. "He's gonna have trouble walking tomorrow morning, isn't he?"

"Oh yes. I'm going to hit him so hard that he won't be able to walk for a week."

Blake felt her own face beginning to warm in embarrassment. And this was coming from the person who had read the entire Ninjas of Love series multiple times. She wouldn't have believed any of this if she wasn't hearing it firsthand. Truth be told, Blake felt sorry for Weiss more than anything. Growing up spoiled and rich in Atlas, she didn't understand the subtext of what Yang was saying. The girl was simply too sheltered to know what kind of unspeakable things she was claiming to want to do to that boy.

Weiss' latest affirmation caused Yang to briefly lose control, and she brought a hand to her face to stifle the snort of laughter which had slipped through. "Yeah, you're gonna ride Jaune hard. Work him to the bone."

"Until he's breathless and exhausted."

Ugh... stop the pain. Please. Blake was half-tempted to just spill the beans to Weiss, but at the same time she didn't want things to get awkward between her and Jaune again. The two of them had a very amicable relationship now compared to how they were at Beacon. So much so that they were spending time with each other when it wasn't even compulsory. If Weiss found out that she had been saying how much she wanted to have sex with Jaune for days now... that might ruin everything. She might not be able to look the boy in the eye again.

"He needs to get whipped into shape, doesn't he?"

Icy-blue eyes seemed to light up. "Yes. He will be whipped indeed."

Judging by the excitement in her voice, maybe Weiss did still hold a bit of a grudge against the boy who had once tried to court her at Beacon Academy. Jaune was in for a long, hard night of training.

Blake shook her head to stop herself from going any further. Now she was starting to become corrupted when it came to those perfectly innocent words.

Yang almost broke down right then and there, but to her credit, managed to hold back her bursting laughter. "All that grinding's gonna be rough, isn't it?"

"He has no idea how rough I can be!" Weiss stated with an emphatic nod. Apparently she was taking their training regimen very seriously. "I'll have him begging for mercy by the time I'm done with him."

"'Cause you're such a thirsty girl, aren't you?"

"Of course. That kind of activity would make anyone thirsty."

"You're gonna squeeze every last drop out of him."

"Yang," Blake finally said, interrupting the latest line of questioning before Weiss could respond and make an even bigger fool of herself. "Come on."

"What?" the blonde asked innocently. "I'm only asking Weiss just what kind of exercises she's going to be putting Jaune through."

"Indeed," Weiss agreed. "Now if you'll excuse me, I must be going."

Thankfully, mercifully, Weiss left. After shutting the door behind her, Blake let out a pained sigh before she glared over to her partner. "Yang..."

With her target gone, Yang finally let loose. Her boisterous laughter filled the room, and Blake wouldn't be surprised if everyone else in the building could hear her. The girl gripped her stomach with her hands as she rolled around on her bed in sheer bliss. She had gotten her entertainment for the night.

"Oh come on," Yang forced out in gasps as she struggled to speak and breathe through the laughter. She wiped tears from her eyes before looking back to her partner. "That was gold! How can you not say that was the funniest thing you've ever heard?"

"Was that really necessary?" At one point in her life Blake would have been all for the suffering of Schnees, but that time was behind her now. Weiss was not her father. She was a good person with a good heart. She was her teammate and her friend. "The poor girl didn't even know what she was agreeing to."

"I know!" Yang exclaimed. "Isn't it the best thing ever?"

"We really need to get you a hobby."

"Hush, kitty-cat," Yang grinned. "You know you love seeing little miss prim and proper say these sorts of scandalous things. I mean, with the kind of stuff you read-"

She never got a chance to finish her thought before receiving an airborne pillow to the face courtesy of her partner.

The cold Atlesian nights would take some getting used to. Even with the heating systems, Jaune liked to remain under the warm, safe covers of his bed whenever he had some downtime.

The sound of an automatic lock clicked, and Jaune looked over to the door. As he was expecting, Weiss stepped through before closing the door behind her.

"Sorry I'm late," she said before setting her rapier on a small table near the door. "Yang kept talking to me when I was leaving. Then I had to make a quick stop on my way here."

Talking to... Yang? Jaune's face paled in fear. He had heard stories about that before.

"What did she say?" he asked uneasily.

"Oh, the usual," Weiss mentioned casually before unzipping the back of her dress. "Yang's been surprisingly helpful these past few days. She seems very supportive of our relationship. Even what goes on behind closed doors."

Jaune swallowed hard. "Weiss... what did she say this time?"

Her dress hit the floor, leaving Weiss clad in nothing but white lace lingerie to barely cover up her pale, silky skin. In her hands she held a suspiciously familiar looking whip. She cracked it in the air, the sound making Jaune flinch. "I'm going to whip you into shape tonight, Arc," she smiled menacingly. "I'll have you begging for mercy."

Just what kind of a pervert was Yang to be putting these sorts of ideas into Weiss' head? And who knew that Weiss could be this... kinky? Jaune supposed it made a little bit of sense. Only a girl as repressed as she had been growing up could grow up with this hidden deviant side to her.

"You know, Yang seems kind of obsessed with our relationship," she continued as she crawled into bed with Jaune, slipping underneath the covers with him. "I think she must be living vicariously through me by asking about all the things we do in private."

Right now that line of thought wasn't the most concerning thing on his mind. Rather, he looked at the cruel and unusual whip that Weiss still held in her hands. "Where did you even get the whip?"

"Ilia."

He nodded softly. "Does she know what you plan to use it for?"

Weiss smiled. "What she doesn't know won't hurt her."

"No... but it might kill me. Isn't that thing a weapon?"

"Oh calm down." She brushed a few fingers against his arm. "You have plenty of Aura, remember?"

While she wasn't wrong, those still weren't the most comforting of words to hear from his girlfriend.

Oh well. Beggars couldn't be choosers. He had finally won the affections of his crush. He wasn't about to start being picky now.

Author's Note: Just a short, dumb little story I was inspired to write. My thanks go out again to the Work in Progress and White Knight Discords for their encouragement.

I had this idea a few weeks ago, but was finally motivated to write it as an entry for the RWBY subreddit's Writing Prompt Wednesday #85: "Jaune and Weiss were always romantically involved. They think everyone knows that. Nobody does. *Nobody*". So... yeah. I think that meets the criteria.

Thanks for reading. I hope you liked another little piece of crack comedy. Would you like to see a chapter 2...?