Drawn Together

By Lightningstrxu

Beta PotatoBlaster

Weiss stared nervously into the mirror.

"Okay, you can do this."

She opened up a small case, revealing a green comb inside. Undoing the clasp on her ponytail causing her long white hair to flow freely down her back.

Bringing the comb up, she began to meticulously run it through her hair, pure white hair turning green as it traveled. For several minutes she combed her hair until the comb changed from green to blue.

"Out already?"

Weiss looked at the comb worriedly before she set it on the table. She scrutinized her hair. Her shoulders relaxed as she breathed a sigh of relief. Good, she thought. No more white.

Reaching into the case again she retrieved a much smaller container. Opening it, she pulled out a pair of contact lenses. Carefully, she brought it to her eyes and applied it, one after the other.

Weiss blinked a few times before checking her reflection once again. She could hardly recognize herself. Dark green hair had replaced her pure white, and her eyes shined a brilliant gold.

Only one thing could still identify her as Weiss Schnee.

Reaching for the case one last time, she pulled out a masquerade mask that matched the shade of her hair. Placing it on her face, her scar was now concealed. Her disguise was complete.

"Looks like those salesmen weren't lying."

Weiss examined herself, making sure that she was unrecognizable. She had spent good money on this disguise kit. The last of her money…

The Vytal tournament had come and gone, and her father had still not restored Weiss' allowance. She was nearly out of dust, and while Beacon did provide dust to its students for use, it did not measure up to the standards of quality that Myrtenaster required and needed. To get what she needed she required a steady income of lien.

That was when she had found it: an ad posted on the local community board.

They were looking for a life model that paid almost five hundred lien per session, an opportunity she could not pass up. There was a significant caveat, though: it was nude modeling. How… salacious!. However, once assured she would be allowed to model anonymously she made the decision to don this elaborate disguise.

Standing from her chair, Weiss double checked her reflection one last time, and cinched the tie on her bathrobe. No need to give a show before the scheduled time. She was nervous, very nervous, but she was confident she could do this. She had never felt ashamed of her body. She worked hard to maintain her figure and was quite proud of her appearance. Even her scar which she viewed as a badge of honor, a symbol of the day she took control of her life from her father.

"Alright, it's time."

She took a huge breath to calm her beating heart and stepped into the studio.

Inside was a small classroom with a desk where the instructor sat - a nice young man who assured her that she would remain anonymous. Imagine the scandal if word got out that the Schnee heiress was modeling nude? A group of about ten students were set up with sketch pads and canvass ready to draw. She ignored them for now.

"Miss Jade," the instructor greeted. "If you would please take a seat over there." He pointed to a central dais in front of the class; a comfortable loveseat placed upon it.

"Okay."

The loveseat's cushions were soft and plush, so at least she would be comfortable. Weiss looked out over the students before her; mostly young college students and a few hobbyists-

She froze.

What was he doing here?

There, sitting front and center was Jaune Arc.

But… why would this dolt even care about something like this? Was he just here to ogle at pretty girls? She thought him better than that, especially after the events of the dance. Would he really go this far just to see some naked flesh? How… barbaric!

She was nervous enough already as it was, but now there was somebody she knew here! What if he recognized her? Even if he didn't realize that it was her, he would still be seeing her naked. What's even worse would be that she'd know he saw! How could she even face him after this?

Weiss wanted to run. She wanted to call this whole thing off and run away before she exposed everything she was made of. Yet, she couldn't. She needed the money. Without her lien, she would be unable to support her combat style. Without her combat style, she would get lower practical grades. Without her practical grades, she would be ranked lower overall in class.

That was an indignity she would not suffer.

But… with him there…

The class looked up expectantly at her. Weiss swallowed heavily.

This was ridiculous, she was a Schnee. Her grandfather had braved the cold Atlesian tundra and fearsome Grimm all in the name of expanding his legacy and here she was, afraid of a little nudity!

The robe hit the floor.

No going back now.

Taking a seat on the chair, Weiss started to take the first of three prearranged poses she had agreed upon.

Her legs were curled beneath her, with one of them raised. She twisted her body and rested her elbow on that raised knee. The instructor was surprised that she had chosen this as her first pose. It required a great deal of flexibility and was hard to maintain for long periods.

Well, for a civilian perhaps.

Being a huntress in training as well as her own particular physique gave her a high degree of flexibility. That said, she had chosen this pose as her first for a reason: it exposed nothing. By remaining seated, her backside could not be seen, and her legs and arms were arranged just right so that all of her sensitive bits were still hidden. This way, she could take her time to get used to being… well, naked in front of a crowd of people.

Keeping as still as possible, Weiss glanced out at the class. More specifically, at Jaune. He was staring at her… not leering at her nude form like some degenerate, but it was more like he was studying her, trying to understand everything. Was he trying to memorize her appearance for personal use later? How disgusting.

The minutes ticked by and she had yet to be struck down for impropriety. Now that she was in this place, Weiss realized she wasn't as uncomfortable with… well, being naked as she thought she would be. Having his… the class' eyes on her was not a nerve-wracking experience. This wasn't for their perverse pleasure; this was about honing a talent, a skill. That was something she could appreciate. How many hours had she spent on a single verse of a song until its notes were pure? How long had she spent practicing a single strike until she could do it without thought?

"Alright, class," said the instructor. "Pencil's down. We will be switching to the next pose. Miss Jade, do you require a minute or two to rest before the next pose?"

"No, I do not, thank you for asking," Weiss replied cordially.

She stiffened. Fool!. She had just spoken out loud without thinking! A cold sweat trickled down her back. Her eyes flickered over to where Jaune was seated. Had he recognized her voice? Had she just revealed herself?

… Well, more than she already had?

Weiss breathed a sigh of relief as Jaune seemed more concerned with what pencil he wanted to use for his next drawing than with her. Waiting for the students to get ready she uncurled herself from her position and, on instinct, she stretched lightly, before suddenly remembering how indecent that must look right now. Her arms were above her head, and her back was arched pushing her modest bust forward like she was presenting herself.

A smile formed on her face as she sat back closing her eyes. She had made it through her first pose! Her heart hammered in her chest, and adrenaline rushed through her veins. This was much more stimulating than she thought it would be.

Adjusting her position on the loveseat, she prepared to take her second pose.

Turning so her left side was facing the class, Weiss brought her legs out in front of her, bent at a slight angle. Her left arm outstretched, gripping her left ankle and her back arched gracefully forward.

This pose was much more comfortable than the previous, and, while the most intimate part of her was still concealed, her side profile was revealed to all. Her pale skin, the shape of her bottom, the soft curve of her breasts, and even the light pink tone of her nipples - they could see it all.

What did he… the class think of her like this?

Her graceful figure on display. She had never been self-conscious. She knew that regarding size, she did not stack up compared to, say, Yang. But now… did they look right? Were they shaped right? Were her nipples too big, too small?

A slew of strange thoughts filled her mind, thoughts that she willed herself to quash before they got to her.

Weiss watched as all the students were intently focused on sketching her body. As they should be. But, as before, her eyes went back to Jaune.

His eyes were firmly glued to hers. She had never seen a gaze so focused. It was as if he was looking into her soul.

She had never seen eyes so intense and from Jaune of all people. It was unreal; it was unexpected, and, dare she think… sexy?

A shudder raced down Weiss' spine. Her body felt hot and yet she could feel goosebumps rise up on her skin. She felt sick and yet somehow never better.

She felt alive.

Weiss wasn't sure what was coming over her, but she knew one thing.

She loved this feeling.

Very well Jaune, she thought. Look, then enjoy the sight, and engrave it upon your memory.

Weiss sat more confidently than she had before.

"Time is up," said the instructor. "Prepare for the final drawing."

Already? That pose had gone by much faster than the previous one. Taking a breath, Weiss relaxed. Suddenly the high she had been on came crashing down.

What was wrong with her?

Her hand clutched her chest. Her heart was beating like a drum. Her breath coming out in shallow pants.

"Miss Jade? You look a bit flush." The instructor looked concerned. "Would you like a glass of water?"

"Yes, please," Weiss nodded.

"Mr. Arc would you please get Miss Jade a drink."

"Yes, sir." Jaune stood and walked across the room to a water cooler in the corner.

Weiss felt her blood freeze as he started to head towards her with cup in hand.

No… why him? He would be close. Much too close! Would he recognize her? Would she be embarrassed in front of everyone?

Would his gaze linger?

"Here you go, miss."

Jaune held out the small styrofoam cup to her. He was calm, nonchalant.

Weiss gaze flickered up and down his body. He seemed at ease. Against her better judgment, her eyes went to his crotch.

… Really?

But how was that possible, was she not nude before him?

Had she not bared herself to him, and yet he had no reaction?

Well, then she would have to try harder then.

"Miss?" Jaune asked again looking at her confused.

"Sorry, I got lost in thought." Weiss spoke clearly while smiling sweetly up at him almost daring to him to recognize her. Taking the cup from him, his fingers touched hers for only a moment.

Electricity shot through her arm and down her back directly to her core. She bit her lip to suppress a shudder that coursed through her. But almost immediately Jaune returned to his seat, his light touch no matter how fleeting burned on her skin.

"Thank you," she managed to say. Taking a drink she prepared to take her final pose.

Reclining back in her seat she put her arms behind her head. Her legs stretched out luxuriously in front of her. Slowly, she spread her legs a few inches apart.

Her vagina was now on full display. Not even a trace of hair was there to hide it from view.

She… loved it?

… Yes. She did.

Weiss looked at Jaune through half-lidded eyes.

Well, what do you think, Jaune? A dark, sultry voice pervaded her mind. Did you ever expect to see so much of me?

Weiss couldn't believe herself. What had come over her? She was a lady, an heiress! She had been instructed since childhood in the art of being prim and proper.

Yet here she was, splayed out and presenting like some animal.

Weiss' fingers twitched, curling into her hair. They wanted to roam. They wanted to explore.

Later,she told them, hoping they would stop begging to touch her.

Gods, what was wrong with her? This was a job. This was to further her goals as a huntress and it was taking every ounce of willpower her small frame could muster not to touch herself.

She could hear her heartbeat pounding; feel that wonderful heat building in her core. Was she wet? Did he notice?

Weiss… hoped he did? Was that the feeling?

"Miss Jade?"

Weiss' breath came in short gasps. Her body felt hot. Her mind was foggy. This- this was almost too much- the fear of getting caught- presenting herself- it was- it was too-!

"Miss Jade!"

Weiss blinked, snapping out of her lustful haze.

"Yes?"

The instructor's gaze was curious. "Time is up," he said. "You can relax now."

"… Oh."

Looking back to the class, she saw that they were indeed done. Jaune was merely packing up his supplies. He seemed perfectly at ease, not even a little red in the face.

Weiss pouted.

What does it take to fluster him?

Weiss stood from the chair, stretching out her tense muscles and feeling a few of her bones pop. Picking up her discarded robe she draped it loosely on her body, not bothering with cinching it up.

Then, it was as if lightning had struck her where she stood.

What… had she just-?

Blood rushed to her face as she walked swiftly out of the room.

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What was wrong with her?

Weiss sat on the airship back to Beacon, her head in her hands.

She knew that the job was risque but that was no excuse for her behavior.

"Gods I was like a cat in heat." Weiss mumbled to herself.

Luckily Blake wasn't around to hear her say that.

She felt awful. It was like she was sick to her stomach. She had never felt like that before. It was dirty! It was disgusting! It was- it was-!

"Hey Weiss, you feeling alright?"

No!

Weiss looked up to see Jaune with a concerned look on his face.

"I'm fine," she said, taking a deep breath to keep her voice even. "Just tired."

"Are you sure?" He sat down next to her. "You look flushed."

Jaune placed the back of his hand on her forehead. Weiss' face flared red at his touch, sending heat straight to her core.

"I'm fine!" Weiss slapped his hand away. Fortunately for her, the airship chose that moment to land. "Goodbye!"

She ran. It was all she could think to do. She ran through Beacon much faster than a girl in four-inch heels should.

"Hey, Weiss!" Ruby waved from her bunk as Weiss stormed inside. "How'd the job hunt go?"

Weiss ignored her and raced into the bathroom. Locking the door behind her, she leaned on the sink staring at her reflection.

She was red and covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

"Hey, you okay?" Ruby knocked on the door.

"I'm fine, Ruby." Weiss took a steadying breath. "I'm just going to take a shower."

"Okay," said Ruby. "Just try not to take too long. Blake and Yang should be back from training soon!"

"Understood."

Weiss turned on the shower, making sure that it was as cold as possible.

Stripping off her clothes, she was horrified to see that her panties were soaked, and she hadn't even gone into the shower yet. Then that meant… that meant-

She tossed them onto the ground in disgust before stepping into the shower.

A cross between a ragged sigh and a moan escaped her lips as the cold water washed over her. She wouldn't have been surprised if it had steamed on contact with her skin. Her body felt like it was on fire. The water wasn't putting it out. She could still feel his eyes... those damnable eyes roaming across her skin piercing into her soul.

Weiss' left hand slid down her body only for her right hand to seize it in a death grip.

No, she couldn't. She shouldn't. Not to thoughts of him. She had to calm down. She had to let the cold water chill her fiery passi-

"Ooooh~!"

Her hands apparently had other ideas.

Denied their chance earlier they took her lapse in focus to betray her will. Whimpering, Weiss leaned heavily against the shower wall. Like fragile glass, her willpower shattered, and she surrendered to her desires, to everything that had been building up.

His fingers doing wonderful things to her.

The memory of the class came back to her, the thrill of her final pose. But, this time Jaune rose from his seat to leer at her nude body. His rough hands groped her breasts. He smirked as his face disappeared between her legs.

"Jaaaauuune~!"

Weiss' ragged groan was only just barely drowned out by the noise of the shower. Her body shook as her orgasm rippled through her. It was if fire and lightning dust had been injected into her very veins.

Slumping against the wall, Weiss panted, trying to catch her breath.

Had she just? To him?

It was wrong! It was… awful!

It was…

A devilish smirk formed on her face.

It was simply divine.

Well this is a thing… Never really written anything like this before, but here is my submission for White Knight week. For now this is a stand-alone piece. However if the people wish it I'm fully prepared to turn this into a short story. So Read and review and let me know if you want more and what you think.

If you are interested in reading some more wholesome WK by me. Check out Trapped on my profile and Weiss is Too Short to do Things on Mallobaude's profile.

Well thanks for reading and Happy White Knight Week.