Jaune's Secret Semblance Training

Jaune didn't bother bringing his armor plates with him as he left their dorm and entered the student dorm halls of Atlas Academy. The students must be already sleeping considering how quiet the halls were. Jaune didn't continue to think much of it and head towards the exit.

It's been almost three weeks since he had been doing this, and he was quite surprised nobody had found out about it yet. He was glad that, though. It would really be awkward if one of team RWBY, team FNKI, or even Ren and Nora themselves found out about his secret self-Semblance training. It was called secret for a reason, after all. But keeping it a secret wasn't really that important. All that mattered is that he'll do it regularly without any interference. They probably didn't have much time in Atlas, so every day counts.

Jaune arrived at the school's exit. A faint, cold wind met his body as he opened the door. He was getting used to it, though, and the chilly Atlesian atmosphere didn't really bother him that much anymore ever since he started the training. He mentally patted himself in the back. If only Pyrrha could see how much he had developed. A smile crept in his lips as he imagined her reaction. The thought wasn't sad, though. After what happened when he saw her statue and the red-haired woman at Argus, he had started to look at life positively. It's what she would've wanted.

Jaune walked over to the more secluded areas in the academy. It didn't take very long to arrive at his quote on quote training area. Said training area was just…nothing—no training dummies, no obstacles, no nothing. It was just a dark spot in the school where he could never come across with a student. And he didn't need anything else, really. It was only his Semblance and the relationship of his Aura and sword he needed to train, after all.

He took a deep breath with his nose before taking off his high collar black shirt. His already pale skin looked paler the usual, and the icy winds quickly bit his entire upper body. Jaune closed his eyes and took another deep breath before activating his Semblance. His Aura started to warm up his entire body, and the freezing winds soon did nothing to him. He could faintly see the golden white light surrounding his entire body even with his eyes closed.

Without opening his eyes, he swiftly unseathed Crocea Mors with his right hand, slicing the frigid air diagonally. The extremely precise slice cut a falling snowflake in half. He didn't see it and that was the point. Focusing all of his mind and soul to master controlling his Semblance and Aura was paramount importance. No impressive or nigh impossible sword moves will distract him.

With Aura still surrounding his body, Jaune sliced the air again. This time, he sliced two falling snowflakes.

It's been almost a month since they had arrived back in Atlas, and a good two weeks since they got their licenses. Other than the mission they did with the Ace-Ops, meeting Penny again, and the election—nothing really interesting had happen. Sure, she had met the Winter Maiden and finally had time to talk to dear Winter again, but she'd be lying that she was slowly getting bored. She'd discovered magic was once and is still real, she'd known about the whole Ozma and Salem situation, the Two Brothers—basically things that make current reality a bit boring. It's only a matter of time when she'll die out of boredom. The only interesting thing, if you would call it that, was the time where she and Jaune—and also Oscar—went out to the cinema. It wasn't particularly exciting, but it was one of the only times that she actually got entertained. It could've been more entertaining if Oscar wasn't in the picture because they couldn't watch the films they wanted to see due to the fact Oscar was fourteen. Still, in the end, she had fun.

Weiss opened their dorm room and found that her teammates haven't arrived yet. Great, everything was even getting more boring. Her mind mildly ached as she closed the door. She rubbed small circles on her temples with her right thumb and middle finger to try and ease the pain, but it still stayed. A warm shower would be excellent right now, or a warm bath.

Weiss unbraided her hair and let it cascade down as she walked towards her bunk. She wanted to briefly lay down before changing into her pajamas but stopped inches away from the soft, comfortable bed. Weiss saw a streak of golden white light in the corner of her eye through the window. Weiss believed she was hallucinating from the sheer boredom she was experiencing but quickly shook away the stupid thought.

She turned to the large window to see if the light would show itself once more—but she only saw nothing but darkness and falling snow. Maybe she was hallucinating, after all. However, the thought got quickly proven wrong as she saw another streak of golden white light, which was even brighter than before. There was no doubt she wasn't hallucinating, but the real question was what was making it.

Weiss took a step closer to the large window and squinted her eyes in order to get a better look. She could see something, or rather, someone. A tall body could be seen moving in the dark. But who was it? All of the students must've been in their dorms by now, and no Atlesian soldier would be patrolling a place that dark.

The question got quickly answered when a glowing, bright light surrounded them. Then there he was, the blond boy that saved her life. A thousand or even a million questions filled Weiss's mind as she continued to look at him. But forget why he was there, or why was he alone, the real question was why wasn't he wearing a shirt? Was he out of his mind? No one could take anything that cold. It would only take a couple of minutes for him to pass out from hypothermia.

An unpleasant feeling rose from Weiss's stomach. She didn't know ehy, but gods she didn't like it. Not one bit.

Weiss bit her lower lip as she walked towards their closet and found a thick, white winter coat for him to wear. It was hers, though, but it didn't bother her. Whether it was Ruby's, Blake's, or Yang's, she didn't care. All that mattered was he was wearing something on top. Why wouldn't he be wearing something, anyway? Did he like to torture himself or something?

All questions quickly went away as she went outside of team RWBY's dorm room and entered the dorm halls. High heels clacked on the hard floor as she took brisk, slightly annoyed steps. Whatever Jaune was doing, he better had a good explanation for it.

Jaune quickly turned Crocea Mors into its greatsword form. He focused his Aura to his gripped hand, took a step before making a horizontal slice. A small arc of his Aura flew towards the direction he attacked before quickly disappearing yards away.

Jaune straightened his body before deciding to take a brief break. He wondered if he could do more moves like that. He had never heard of anyone using Aura like that—transferring it into objects and make attacks off of it. He assumed that it was just because of the nature of his Semblance.

After discovering that he could amplify his own and other people's Aura and Semblances, he tried experimenting it on non-living objects such as Crocea Mors. He expected nothing would happen, but Brothers was he wrong. Crocea Mors glowed a bright yellow light from pommel to tip, and when he released the concentrated Aura, a beam of light shot out of its tip. He dropped on the ground and was rendered speechless. It's been almost a month since he had done the attack.

Let's do it again.

Jaune gripped Crocea Mors with both of his hands. His eyes closed before he amplified and focused his Aura on the weapon. His Aura glowed from his feet and crawled upwards to his sword and upper body. The greatsword shined a bright light from pommel to tip like before, but now with a more focused mind, it glowed even brighter. The white knight looked seraphic as he lit the darkness with the saintly light of his Aura. Jaune was surprised no one saw him considering how close he was from the dorm rooms.

He mentally shook away those thoughts and focused. Jaune lifted his hands over his head and opened his eyes to see Crocea Mors shining like a divine, holy weapon. With both hands, Jaune moved his sword down to his right side and slashed upward. A blast of harsh light fired off the blade towards the night sky at lightning speeds before exploding like a firework. Jaune heard the boom a few seconds later.

Blue eyes went wide as he lifted his right hand up to his head and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Wow," he breathed.

"What are you doing?!" an echoey voice called him from behind.

Jaune turned around to see someone holding their scroll with the flashlight turned on. Jaune squinted his eyes to get a better look, and saw the Ice Queen herself with a white coat in hand. But that wasn't the most striking detail.

Was her hair down?

"Weiss?"

The girl ignored his question. "Is this what you do in your past time, torturing yourself?" She was getting closer, and her voice sounded less reverberant than before.

The sudden question rendered Jaune speechless. He finally remembered the current state he was on and understood why she'd ask that. He finally answered the question when she was feet away from him.

"I'm training."

"For what? To get the world record of surviving the longest time in negative-degree temperatures while shirtless?" Weiss stopped a good foot away from him with a hand placed on her hip. She outstretched the other hand that held the white coat to him. "Put this on, now," she said in a commanding tone.

Jaune sighed and a faint cold breath came out of his mouth. He didn't know why was she so upset, but he was sure that she would not let him continue his training without a shirt on. The reason, though, he didn't know. There's a good chance she was just concerned for him, which was pretty sweet thing for her to do considering their history. But, if he was in her shoes, he'll probably do the same thing. Seeing a friend outside without a shirt on in a place like Atlas would be really concerning.

Jaune took his black high collar shirt lying on the ground and put it on first before taking the white coat. Weiss folded her arms after he took it. "Well, I was done training anyway," he said as he put it on. It was a bit tight and had a female scent on it that smelled a bit like perfume.

Weiss sighed as she rolled her eyes and looked towards her left side with an annoyed frown on her face. Jaune turn Crocea Mors back to its normal form and sheathed it.

"You saw that, right?" he asked.

Weiss let out a soft smile through her nose. "Yes," she answered softly and genuinely. She turned her head back to him and the frown in her face was now gone. "It was impressive."

Jaune blinked. Weiss rarely complimented him. Thinking about it, she never really complimented him genuinely. He could not forget her words when they first arrived at Beacon, but thinking back about it, they sounded sarcastic. He didn't pick the sarcasm and genuinely thought she was into him. Her, the stunningly beautiful and talented Weiss Schnee. A girl that he barely, or none at all, had the chance with. Oh how stupid he was.

"Really?" he asked as his eyebrows rose.

"Yes," she simply replied. Weiss narrowed his eyes to him. "What do you mean 'really?'"

Jaune lifted his hand up and scratched the back of his head, looking to the side with his eyes as he did it. "I mean you've never really gave me a compliment before…" He brought his hand down and made eye contact with her. She was still narrowing his eyes at him, and he would be lying if he said that she didn't look cute. Well, she looked pretty and cute at the same time twenty-four seven anyway, so it wasn't that surprising. "It just surprised me, that's all. I mean, with my track record, I thought you'd ignore me or something."

Pale blue eyes soften and deep blue looked down.

"Jaune, don't say things like that."

He blinked again.

"Hm?"

Weiss lifted her right hand and gently put it on his shoulder. His heart dropped, and a wave of heat rose up in Jaune's face as his breathes became ragged. He was glad that the light from the broken moon was their only light source. The red on his face must've been as red as Ruby's cape by now. Thank gods that Weiss could barely see it. And if she did, he hoped that she'll think it was just the cold.

"What?" he asked. The unexpected gesture genuinely made him forgot her statement.

"Don't say things like that," she repeated softly. "I will never ignore you, Jaune. You're a great huntsman, you're my friend, and most importantly, you saved my life," Weiss paused briefly. "I'd never be able to ignore you."

Jaune's lips pressed together before curling up to a soft smile. He didn't need to say anything else and just nodded. Weiss drew back her hand from his shoulders before she folded them again.

"So, care to explain why were you shirtless?"

Jaune faintly gulped as he began to process how awkward the situation beforehand really was. He quickly came up an explanation.

"I'm trying to train my Semblance, so I could constantly activate it for long periods of time—to protect me from danger and all that bad stuff."

Weiss blink as she tilted her head a bit and squinted her eyes.

"So, your idea was to stand around shirtless in Atlestian weather at night?"

Jaune nodded.

"Basically."

Weiss raised an eyebrow.

"Does it work?"

Jaune brought the sleeve of his coat up before he outstretched his pale right arm towards her. "See for yourself," he said as he motioned his head to his arm. "Well, in this case, touch."

A hesitant look casted over Weiss's face. Jaune thought he went overboard and was beginning to regret his decision. Thankfully, Weiss outstretched her gloved hand before placing it over his arm. He could feel her warmth even with the layer of cloth blocking between them.

Jaune realized how much his arm dwarfed over hers. He had been building muscle for over the years, but he didn't know he had built this much.

"You're warm," she commented.

Jaune smiled. "That's the point."

Weiss breathed a soft chuckle before drawing her hand away from his arm. Jaune then brought his arm back down.

"Speaking of warm," Jaune continued. "We should go back inside. It won't be long until our teammates come back, and you'll probably freezing cold right now."

To his surprise, Weiss brought her hand up to stop him. "No."

Jaune's eyes rose.

"No?"

"Yes, No," she repeated with a smile on her face. "I would like to see how much you've improved first before we go back," she added.

Jaune blinked. He quickly thought up of something. He had done a lot of things ever since he trained his Semblance, and, frankly, there were tons and tons of ways he could show how much he had improve to her. He could've let her stab him with her rapier, but that would be too bland and lame—and probably weird as well. Another option was to show how incredibly fast he could heal, but that's more boring than the second one.

Jaune hummed as he held his chin with his right thumb and index finger. A flurry of other ineffective and unexciting ways floated around his mind until a light bulb lit up over his head.

He snapped his fingers.

"I got it."

Weiss raised an eyebrow once more. "Got what?"

"Can you do something with your glyphs that'll make me go up?"

Weiss narrowed her eyes as she continued to process his explanation, or rather, question.

"Like with your gravity glyphs or something," he continued. "Anything that can make me go high up."

Weiss put an index finger on her chin as she looked up towards her side with her eyes. Pale blue eyes then lit up moments later.

"I can summon a Lancer if you want."

Deep blue eyes lit up as well.

"That's perfect," Jaune replied enthusiastically with a smile on his face.

Weiss returned the gesture and turned to her left before drawing out Myrtynaster. She gripped it with both hands before gently stabbing it on the ground with the tip. A large, glowing glyph then appeared on the ground ahead of her. An almost transparent Queen Lancer with a bluish-white body and blue wings materialized from her glyph and hovered over it. A breeze of cold winds brushed their skin as it beat its wings.

"Make it quick, please," said Weiss as she hugged herself to keep warm from the cold.

"Right," replied Jaune and walked over towards the large wasp-like Grimm. It hovered down and locked its creepy eyes with him as he got closer to it. The wasp-Grimm moved its mandibles, and Jaune made a faint but audible gulp. Was it still attracted to negative emotions even though it was Weiss's?

Weiss smiled and sighed a laugh. "Don't worry, it won't hurt you."

"I know," he breathed.

Jaune approached to its thorax, and the wasp-Grimm lowered its body. He realized how large this thing actually was and could easily shred him with its mandibles if he wasn't careful enough. Jaune activated his Aura a bit. Not because he was scared or anything, just to be safe, y'know? Totally not because he was scared, nope, not at all.

"Jaune," repeated Weiss.

He outstretched his hands to pat its thorax but hesitated moments later. "Uhh… yeah?"

Weiss smiled again. He survived the Atlestian atmosphere while shirtless like it was nothing but can't ride on her Queen Lancer because he was too scared was amusing.

She walked over towards him and gently held his wrist. Before Jaune could even come up with a response, she carefully placed his hand over the Queen Lancer's thorax. Jaune's heart nearly dropped, and he unconsciously held his breath.

"See, it's okay. She won't hurt you."

Jaune bit his lip and nodded. He gathered up the courage and lifted himself up to mount on its thorax. The Grimm didn't react and was carrying him pretty easily. Jaune's body almost fell as he tried to find his balance. He quickly leaned his upper body down and grasped the thorax's sides. He was tempted to just wrapped his arms around it but that would be embarrassing—especially when your ex-crush is giving all of their attention to you. He had already done so many humiliating things to her, he didn't want to do it again.

Weiss backpedaled a bit to give the Queen Lancer some space before takeoff.

"Right, when does she fly?"

"About now."

"Wait, now-"

Jaune's stomach dropped immensely when the Queen Lancer took off towards the cold night sky. One second had only passed and Jaune was a good hundred feet above the air. His motion sickness kicked in, and Jaune hugged the Queen Lancer's thorax tightly as he tried his best to hold his dinner in. Why did he forget to mention his motion sickness to her? That was the most important detail that needed to be said before he tried to fly again!

Fortunately, the Queen Lancer slowed its pace, and Jaune's nausea started to fade away. Thank gods.

Jaune made a low whine as he sat up. The world was still spinning, but it was enough for him to bear. He was just glad that he didn't spill his dinner over Weiss.

"Are you okay up there?!" asked the echoey voice of Weiss from bellow. She must've heard his whine.

"Never been better!" he replied, still with a whine.

Weiss backpedaled again, taking five steps, just to be safe. She hasn't seen much of Jaune's Semblance, but after seeing a glimpse of what he could do earlier, Weiss made sure she gave him as much space as he needed.

Weiss looked up at the hovering Grimm that was hovering at around one thousand feet. She had a few guesses on what Jaune would do but didn't want to jump into conclusions. After all, this blond dork was full of surprises.

She cupped her mouth with both of her hands. "Whenever you are ready!"

Jaune carefully lifted and bent his right knee to put his foot on the Queen Lancer's thorax. He gently grasped the surprisingly hard body part as he slowly raised himself up to put his left foot next. Taking his time, Jaune carefully stood up with his arms lifted to have a better balance like he was standing on a rope. The standing up part must've taken him around half a minute to finish, but he didn't want to fall like an idiot in front of her. Again, for like, the hundredth time already.

Also, the winds were much colder up here. Who knew?

Jaune leaned his body forward a bit and took a quick glance at the height he was about to fall. It was not that high up—only around a thousand feet.

He closed his eyes before letting out a deep sigh. A bright light enveloped his body again as he activated his Semblance. He focused most of his Aura on his legs. Letting it get shielded by a sheer amount of amplified Aura to the point that his legs were almost indestructible.

He hoped.

Jaune leaned down and let the gravity do the rest.

Weiss saw the figure of Jaune quickly falling towards the ground, and she bit her lower lip, hoping that nothing horrible was ever going to happen. A mix of emotions flooded her mind as she continued to watch him fall down. Her mind screamed in horror, excitement rose in her body. Everything felt and looked excruciatingly long as he continued to plummet down. Then...

The Aura on Jaune's legs flared as he crashed onto the ground, and the thin layer of snow underneath him made a small explosion, making Weiss instinctively close her eyes. Fortunately, she was able to get a glimpse of Jaune hitting the ground. Weiss opened her eyes to him see sitting with his legs cross, and his arms resting on his knees. A soft smile was planted in his face like everything was okay, and he didn't just casually fell hundreds of feet up in the air.

"So… whatcha think?" Jaune asked as he raised his hands and made a ta-da gesture.

Weiss briefly thought about it for a moment. It was certainly the most powerful and impressive display of someone using their Aura in her opinion, but the fact that it was obvious on what he was planning from the start diminished it a little bit. However, it was still impressive—certainly better than what he could do when he was still at Beacon.

Memories of them abruptly surged throughout her mind. They were oh so less mature back then. Him asking her to go out and see the new Spruce Willis movie, him asking her if she could study with him, him asking her if she wanted to go out to the Beacon dance with her—but one memory stood out the most. She could still hear his crying voice. A voice that pleaded Weiss to save her. A voice that was so full of emotions that she barely understood him. A voice of a man who was on the verge of losing something important.

A grieving, begging voice of a man who knew that he was about to lose something important.

"Weiss?" He asked and went back on his feet. Jaune walked over towards her. He hesitated a bit before putting his hand over her shoulder to comfort her. "Hey, is something wrong?" he continued softly.

Weiss bit her lip, hesitating to talk about the topic—but she knew that if she didn't talk about it, it would only bring pain. Facing a problem straight on is better than ignoring it and let it continue to take over you.

"About that night…," she started, looking to her left to avoid eye contact with him. "If I had listened to you better… would she still be here?"

Jaune didn't reply. A painstakingly long moment of silence passed. Her breaths became ragged as she waited for his response. The fact that he was taking this long was making her more anxious. She kept her eyes away from him, scared of what his reaction might be.

Finally, he spoke.

"Don't blame yourself."

Weiss pressed her lips. She faintly shook her head before finally looking up and making eye contact with him. His eyes were narrowed, and the cause might possibly be her question. But they weren't angry, just irritated—irritated because she was blaming herself.

"Then who is to blame?"

"No one, but Cinder." Weiss was about to reply before Jaune did something unexpected. Large, muscular arms wrapped around her, and her head came to rest on his chest. Her long, silky white hair brushed his arms. She could feel his warmth enveloping her waist and back, his calm breathing on his chest that made her head rhythmically rose and fall, and his strong chin that rested over her the tip of her head. The sorrow she experienced was now replaced by surprise, making her faintly gulp.

"Don't ever blame yourself, okay," he calmly continued. "What happened was out of our hands. Even if we went back in time, it'll still be inevitable. Cinder was too powerful, and there's no way we could've to defeat her at the time." Jaune drew back, unwrapping her arms around her and gently grasped his hands on her shoulders. His irritated lips were now replaced by a soft, assuring smile. A smile that she had seen before. "So don't say things like that, okay," he rebounded her statement earlier.

Weiss faintly pursed her lips before she sighed a laugh and returned the soft smile. Pearly white teeth almost seemed to shine as a modicum of moonlight hit them.

"I promise."

Jaune nodded and released his grasp on her shoulders.

"So… what do you think?"

Weiss blinked. She honestly forgot the question he asked her because her mind sparked something up from the past. Weiss tried to regain back her thoughts earlier.

Weiss straightened her back and clasped her hands over her lower midriff.

"Well, it was certainly impressive, and is quite possibly the strongest display of Aura usage I've ever seen."

Jaune's eyes widened. Finally, after for over a year, she complimented him. Past Jaune would be freaking out right now, trying his best to not repeatedly punch the air while saying yes over and over again—or make himself believe that she was into him all of this time. But of course, present him kept his cool, and silently let out a deep breath through his nose.

"But…" Jaune momentarily stopped his mental celebration and carefully listened to her again. "It was predictable."

He quickly breathed a small chuckle as he cracked a smile. He lifted his right hand up and scratched the back of his head.

"Yeah, I guess it ruined the surprise. Sorry about that."

Weiss's eyebrows rose up in confusion before she returned the breathed chuckle. "Don't be. Even though I saw it coming a mile away, it didn't ruin anything. It was still a spectacular display."

His face softened and nodded again.

"Thank you," he simply stated.

"You're welcome."

Two pairs of blue eyes locked for a while. There were no words spoken, no thoughts verbalized, no expressions made. They just quietly stood there, gazing a good foot away from each other as the snow slowly and gently fell down on their heads and shoulders. Jaune took in the sight. He had seen Weiss with her hair down only once, and that was in the dark. It still is a bit dark currently, but it was certainly more visible. He tried his best not to admit it verbally, but wow, was she beautiful. And he had said that line a hundred times already. Weiss, on the other hand, was focusing more on who he was now compared to the one he was back then. He had certainly grown into an impressive huntsman, far better than the one she first met. Gone was the scraggly build. From what she had seen when he was still shirtless, he was pretty… lean and muscular. Maybe Nora wasn't exaggerating, after all.

It seemed to feel like an eternity has passed when they realized their current situation. Jaune was the one who broke the silence.

"So…," he started, looking over to his left and scratched the back of his head again. "How about we go inside now. You know, where everything is warm."

Warm.

An idea lit up in Weiss's head. However, she hesitated. A plethora of emotions flooded her mind as well. Fear, anxiety, excitement, but ultimately, desire. She didn't know why the thought came up to her head, but she wanted it.

Weiss gulped down the lump in her throat and took a deep breath before letting all out. She looked at Jaune and a slightly confused look was planted in his face.

"Uh… is everything alright?"

Weiss didn't reply and immediately grab hold of his wrist.

"Hey- what are you-"

The Queen Lancer suddenly flew down near them. She let go of Jaune's and quickly mounted on its thorax.

"Come on," she stated as she signaled her hand for him to join her.

Jaune blinked before he narrowed his eyes and slightly opened his mouth in confusion.

"Why?"

Weiss huffed as she rolled her eyes. Though he had every right to be confused since she never explained her plan.

She lent her hand to him with a soft smile on her face. "Do you trust me?"

He deadpanned. "Really. That line?"

She ignored his question. "Do you trust me?" she said more seriously.

Jaune sighed. He couldn't do anything to stop the ex-heiress from doing what she was planning to do even if he tried. He wasn't exactly sure, but the fact that she was riding a Queen Lancer, they were going somewhere. But where exactly? He didn't know the answer to that question. It could be anywhere. The movie theater, a restaurant, hell, even her mansion. But the location wasn't the confusing part, it was the fact that she wanted to go out with him. Well… "go out with him" isn't really the best set of words to describe the situation. It's not like they were going out on a late-night date or something. Were they?

"Are you taking me out?" he asked. "Like, on a date?"

"Well that's one way to put it," she mumbled. "Ultimately, yes. But it's not like this is the first time we went out."

That was true. They did go out for movies, but Jaune couldn't really consider that a date.

In the end, Jaune had no other choice but to say yes. And who knows? Maybe it'll turn into a fun evening for the two of them.

"Fine." Jaune took her hand and mount on the Queen Lancer's thorax again, but this time, with Weiss Schnee sitting in front of him.

A smile crept up in Weiss's lips. "Alright," she said and grabbed hold of the Queen Lancer. "Let's go."

The Grimm took flight, and Weiss almost jumped out of fear when his large hand rapidly tapped her shoulder. She snapped her head around with eyes as wide as saucers and found him looking green with his other arm wrapped around his stomach.

"Oh…"

The Queen Lancer slowed down its pace and Jaune became less nauseous.

They have been flying for a couple of minutes now. Up ahead, Jaune could see nothing but clouds that were dimly lit from the moonlight. Down below was the wilderness—countless trees, snow-covered clearings, and even dozens of Grimm. Though he could barely tell a single one because of the darkness.

"So… where are we going?" he finally asked.

"Don't worry, we're nearly there. Plus, I don't want to ruin the surprise."

Jaune perked, only slightly.

"So it must be a beautiful place then."

"Well…," She slowly turned her head around towards him. "See for yourself."

Jaune was about to comment that he saw nothing but a sea of clouds, but, in the distance, he could faintly see streaks a blue light like large spotlights in a concert. He narrowed his eyes as they got closer, and when they passed a large clump of clouds, Jaune was greeted by a large mountain with a flat top. The source of the blue lights was obstructed, and it seemed like it was farther down up ahead.

"Wow…," Jaune commented.

Weiss briefly made high-pitched giggles.

"Trust me, this isn't the best part."

The Queen Lancer slowly flew down and landed perfectly. Queen Lancer slowly flew down and landed perfectly. Jaune couldn't wait any longer and quickly got off the Grimm like how a cowboy would do it in movies. He made a faint grunt as his feet touched the ground. Jaune then lent his left hand to Weiss.

"Need a hand?"

Weiss made a soft smirk.

"Well, how chivalrous of you."

She took it and Jaune lent his other. Weiss lifted her right leg over to her left side and slid off the Grimm with the help of Jaune. The Queen Lancer then suddenly turned into specks of white, glittering dust.

Jaune admired the sparkly display before Weiss called him.

"Come on."

Weiss then jogged towards the streaks of light, and Jaune soon followed. The air gradually became humid, and there was less snow on the ground. As they got closer and closer, Jaune could see that they were jogging towards some sort of edge. He expected that they were heading towards a cliff, but found that there was a smooth, snowless slope. A slope that led to a place that was simply breathtaking.

Jaune took in the jaw-dropping sight of a sea of beautiful lights. It wasn't an exaggeration. Around ten yards farther up ahead from the foot of the slope was an alluring spectacle of large water terraces that gave off hazy blue underwater light. The water was calm and perfectly reflected the night sky with a hint of blue. The pools gradually went smaller and smaller as it went down near the foot of the mountain.

Jaune had seen a lot of beautiful sights. The grand, gentle mountains with graceful waterfalls in Mistral, the vivid, tranquil yet deadly forever fall forest in Vale, the simplistic and urban Argus, et cetera. All of them were beautiful in their own ways, but this was completely different. Out of all the places Jaune had been in, this is definitely the top one. It looked like it came straight out of a fantasy novel or mythologies.

The weight of amazement Jaune carried was too much, and he carefully sat down—placing his legs on the gentle slope. Weiss sat down as well, keeping a fair distance away from him.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" she asked without turning her head towards him.

"Yeah." Jaune nodded and kept his focus at the beautiful sight below as well.

"Father and mother used to take Winter and I here when were still little. And ever since then, it became a place that holds a special place in my heart."

Bittersweet memories of her and her sister played in her head. Memories she wished she had the opportunity to relieve again. Two beautiful white-haired sisters playing in the warm waters with faces that shouted joy. A gentle and caring mother who grasped her tightly from the areas that were too deep for her yet. A laughing and preservative father who had Winter sitting on top of his shoulders. A family that you can truly call a family.

"It's spectacular," Jaune commented, bringing back Weiss into reality. "I really want to swim in that right now, I wished I bought some clothes for swimming or something."

Weiss made a quick huff through her nose, and an amused smile slowly crept up her lips. She turned her head to him and so did he.

"What do you mean?" she asked and rose up back to her feet. Jaune was about to ask her question with another question, but Weiss then suddenly took off her blue shrug. Wait, where they actually… no. There's no way.

Jaune blinked.

"Uh… what are you doing?" He quickly came of something up on what Weiss's answer was, and Jaune hoped he was wrong.

"Going for a swim, obviously," she replied as she took off her gloves. He was correct. Weiss's smiled widened as she proceeded to take off her belts. "A serendipitous thought came up in my head, and I decided to bring you here for a late-night swim with me."

Jaune's eyes widened.

"Wait…" He turned his head away from her and held up a stopping gesture with his left hand. "You're serious?"

"Of course I'm serious."

Jaune then heard the sound of her dress hitting the ground, more reasons for him to keep his sight away from her. His heart began to beat faster and louder. Jaune seriously couldn't believe all of this was happening. Scratch that. Never in his dreams he thought all of this would happen. A late-night swim with the Weiss Schnee herself? Beating Salem sounds more believable than that.

"So, are you willing to join?"

Jaune softly gulped, still keeping his sight away from eher. "Uhm…"

Weiss sighed as she rolled her eyes, and her amused smile widened. This guy could handle falling hundreds of feet up in the air, but can't handle a girl in quote on quote "swimwear" in front of him?

"You can look, Jaune."

He hesitated for a bit before finally turning his head around towards her. Weiss suddenly felt self-conscious about her body. Granted, she always thought that her figure was perfect, but the fact that an actual boy was looking at her definitely made her a bit embarrassed. It didn't help the fact that butterflies were suddenly in her stomach.

She glanced back to Jaune and found that his shy eyes were now placed by glassy ones. His face, posture, and entire stature looked very monotone to the point he looked like he was disappointed. Weiss wondered what was the cause of his sudden change of emotions until she looked down on the sight Jaune was looking at. The new scar she got back from Haven. Weiss's self-consciousness sky rocketed.

She wrapped her arms around her abdomen and turned to her side. Her face turned blue as she bit her lower lip softly.

"It's bad, isn't it?"

Jaune carefully thought about his response. Messing his words up will be the end of him at this moment. But his experience of growing up with seven sisters was definitely helping him right now. There's no way he'll take his dad's advice ever again. He already knew where that led him. However, he was grateful that he acted like an idiot. Wait, no, he was totally an idiot. But mistakes are our best teacher, and a part of him liked that he caused a lot of bad decisions when he was still young and dumb. Otherwise, he would never have really grown and learn.

Jaune carefully stood up and prepared himself.

"No," he said casually. "I don't think it's bad." Jaune now started to slowly approach her. Weiss turned her attention back to him, and their blue eyes locked once more. "The scar on your eye, on your stomach. You might think it's hideous or an eyesore to look at but that's far from the truth. They don't show your mistakes. They don't show that you're weak. They don't show your ugliness. They show your bravery. They show how strong you are. They show that you've faced something formidable, yet you still passed through." Jaune stopped a half a foot away from her. "They show how beautiful and incredible you truly are."

Weiss was speechless. She didn't expect him to give an actual speech right on the spot. Although it was a bit cliché, it was still an assuring one. She was glad that he saw her that way even after a year later. Well, minus the I-have-a-crush-on-you part.

The weight on Weiss's shoulders and chest went away, and her lungs had more room to breathe. She gulped down the growing lump in her throat and let out a contented sigh through her nose as her eyes looked down. A smile slowly crept up on her lips as she lifted her head back towards him.

"Thank you, Jaune. I needed to hear that."

He returned her smile.

"Anytime."

A familiar scenario played back again. The two locked eyes and the peaceful silence of the night took over. None of them spoke, none of them acted. They just stood there with their blue eyes glued to each other like they were stargazing. They didn't know how much time has passed since they stared at each other. It could have been only ten seconds, thirty, or a minute or two. Who knows? For them, it felt like forever. And they liked it. They couldn't explain why they just did.

Cold winds suddenly brushed Weiss's skin, taking both her and Jaune back to reality. She then realized it. Weiss has been standing here with him with only wearing a white sports bra and mini jogger shorts. Her faced slowly blushed, and she quickly looked towards the direction of the water terraces to hide it.

Jaune noticed this and was worried if he did something wrong. They did stare at each other for the second time now, so anything could be running in Weiss's mind.

"Weiss, are you-"

"Race you to it!" she happily exclaimed like a child and ran down the slope leading towards the pools.

"Hey!"

Jaune quickly took off his white coat and black high-collared shirt. His dark navy jeans came off next and then his dark brown boots. His feet touched the hard, rocky ground, and even though it didn't have any layer of snow, it was still a bit cold. Jaune didn't care though and started catching up to Weiss. The ground became warmer and warmer the closer he got to the steamy pools.

Weiss finally took her first step on the warm waters that were as high as her knees. A surge of nostalgia went throughout her whole body, and she took a moment to take it in and rubbed her toes against each other. She closed her eyes before lifting her head up and took a deep breath. Steamy, warm air filled her lungs, and a smile crept upon her lips. It was childhood all over again. Even after almost ten years has passed, the feeling was still the same. The sensation of the soothing water. The humid yet relaxing air. The smooth yet rocky bottom. All of it felt ethereal.

The sound of something big hit the water and disturbed her nostalgia. Before she could even open her eyes to see what it was, a small rain of water splashed on her face and head, causing her to scrunch up a little bit. Weiss wiped the water droplets off and saw Jaune emerge like a humpback whale.

"Wow," he said as he ran a hand through his hair. "This water is amazing."

Weiss's face turned into a mix of deadpan and annoyance and splashed Jaune back with both of her arms. He lifted his arms up to his face to shield himself from her sudden attack as he backpedaled away from her. In return, she closed her distance with him as the water level slowly rose up as she did it.

"Weiss, quit it!" he playfully exclaimed.

"You did it first!" she countered.

Weiss took another step, and her stomach dropped when her whole body suddenly went underwater. Instinctively, she panicked and tried to swim back up but to no avail. Her panicked state made her quickly run out of breath, causing her vision to went all fuzzy. Weiss could hear the muffled sound of Jaune shouting her name before swimming down to her. A pair of large hand quickly grasped her armpits and pulled her back towards the surface. Weiss took a deep breath, and her body suddenly felt all weak. Weiss rested her chin near the curve of Jaune's neck and wrapped her arms around him as well, clinging onto him as tight as she could. It was awkward, yes, but it was better than sinking. Weiss was a lot of things, buoyant and good at swimming was not one of them. Also, mind the fact that she was a foot shorter than him, making him have a better advantage on deeper waters.

"Weiss, are you okay?"

Considering that her vision was less fuzzy than before, she was getting close to it. It would only take a short time for her to regain full consciousness and swim freely again. But taking note of what just happened moments ago, she certainly didn't want to. Well, she did but not on the shallower waters.

Jaune, on the other hand, wanted to slap himself for asking such a stupid question. She just almost lost consciousness, of course she wasn't okay.

"No," she simply stated. "Well, not yet, at least. Soon, though."

Jaune let out a soft smile through his nose and softly smiled. He steadily went back to the parts where it wasn't deep for her, letting her sit on the edge of the foot-long drop-off, but she still didn't let go of him. He didn't say anything, though, and just let her be. The water was a lot calmer now, and Jaune took notice of the starry night sky being reflected from the water's surface again. To kill time, he looked up and admired the view. A few comets swiftly passed moments later.

Weiss admired it as well through the water's surface. Her father and mother mostly took them to this place during the day, so she rarely got the chance to see this place during night time. And it was as beautiful as ever, maybe even better.

"Jaune?" she softly asked.

He hummed in reply.

Weiss lifted her head up from his chin before cupping her hands on his face and gently made him face her. Weiss brought her face close to him and stopped when their noses touched. She looked up at him with her eyes and saw his dilated pupils. His shocked expression amused her, and Weiss made a faint smirk before closing her eyes and gently pressed her lips on his. For what seemed like forever, they finally departed, and Weiss opened her eyes to see the same dilated eyes Jaune made. Her lips were electric. It was a simple kiss. There was no movement, nor tongue, nor faint moans, they didn't even breathe and taste each other. Just a sweet, innocent little kiss. Though for her, it was exhilarating. She'd been waiting for months to do that, and she had finally done it. Ever since he saved her life, she wanted nothing but to thank him. And giving him her first kiss was definitely enough. He deserved it, after all.

Long seconds of silence passed when the two just stared at each other eyes with the tip of their noses touching. Their thoughts synced and both closed their eyes and leaned back in for a second one. Then another. Then another. The another. Soon, they found themselves making out. Tongue and all, tasting each other, feeling their hot breaths. This wasn't an innocent kiss anymore. It was passionate, hungry, dangerous. Weiss had dipped her toes into the pool, and it dragged her whole body in. Jaune as well. There was no coming back to this, no way out. All that was left to do, is for them to indulge in it.

Jaune wrapped his arms around her waist as Weiss wrapped hers around his neck. He then departed from her lips and proceeded to kiss her neck. Weiss's hair tickled the tip of his nose, and a feminine scent hit his nose. Somehow, someway, it made him hungrier, and his kisses became more intense. Weiss let out a soft moan, and a small smirk crept up on Jaune's face.

She suddenly stood up and pulled him away from the deeper waters and back to the shallows. "Come on," she breathed. "Let's find a better place."

Jaune didn't argue and followed her lead. With her hands tightly grasped on his, Weiss led him back to the poolside. His heart was thumping loudly on his chest as he was trying to process on what just happened and what's going to happen. He couldn't believe it. Him, out of all people, him. And Weiss, out of all people, Weiss.

After a quick leg work out from jogging on the shallow waters, they finally reached the bank. Weiss suddenly turned around, wrapped her arms around him and continued what they've started, only hungrier.

Without Jaune knowing, a gravity glyph appeared underneath them, and Weiss pulled him to fall down. Jaune yelped in between their kisses, fearing that they might have tripped. He quickly realized that it was intentional when his wide eyes saw the glyph underneath them as they fell like a feather together.

Weiss's back met gently met the warm, smooth ground. Jaune used his arms like he was Planking to support himself and placed his bent legs on both sides of her hips as they continued to act like a couple of horny teenagers who were alone. Their tongue began to wrestle in their mouths, competing for dominance. There was no clear winner, but Jaune gained most of the upper hand.

Weiss grasped Jaune's short hair with one hand and with the other wrapping the back of his waist. Jaune, on the other hand, submissively laced his fingers with hers. The two savored the moment. Their taste. Their touch. Everything. All of it felt heavenly. All of it felt real. All of it felt wrong, misplaced. And yet, it felt right as well.

Their lips finally broke off for a break. Their chests heaved as they let out hot breathes, which soon calmed down. Jaune moved his right hand and caressed her face, gently tracing her pale skin with his finger. It was smooth, incredibly smooth. If he had Weiss asked for her own opinion, she would say it was perfect. And that it was. Weiss placed hers over the right side of his face, gently making small circles with her thumb afterward. Jaune, too, had smooth skin. Well, for a man, at least. Still, it was impressive considering his occupation where there's a good chance you can get a permanent scar every time you do a mission. Taking note of how much Aura he had and his Semblance, it made sense that he had unscarred skin.

The two smiled.

"Hey," Jaune quietly said first.

Weiss tiled her head to her left and widened her smile before she responded. "Hey."

The two lingered for a moment before finally going back in. But, moments after, Weiss unlaced her fingers off of Jaune's and placed her hand on his toned chest to gently push him off.

"Wait, wait, wait," she breathed.

Jaune was about to ask on what caused her to stop until Weiss slipped her damp sports bra off. Jaune held his breath for a moment when a pair of perky breasts was suddenly inches away from him. They were incredible. Just like any part of Weiss's body, they were perfect. Smooth. Pale. Undeniably gorgeous. And surprisingly large. He expected them to be smaller. When they were still at Beacon, it was clear that Weiss was the… most plain of her team. How did she get, well, heavy in one year? He didn't know the answer to that question. But Jaune didn't care if she was top-heavy or not. He was more of a leg guy in the first place anyway. And Weiss had top tier ones.

His shocked reaction made Weiss smug. It certainly flattered her, obviously. But the fact that he was staring at them for a quite some time now was starting to rub her off a bit.

She cleared her throat and caught his attention. Weiss signaled down to her bare chest with her eyes, saying "go for it."

"Oh, sorry," he whispered.

Weiss let out a quick breathed chuckle through her nose and shifted her body a bit to make herself more comfortable. She closed her eyes again and mentally prepared herself. Her excitement intensified as well did the butterflies in her stomach.

Jaune closed his eyes and leaned his head down to her chest. His mouth slowly opened and made contact, which made Weiss let out a soft, high-pitched moan. Jaune was making out with her again, only with another part of her body.

The feeling felt euphoric. Jaune began to lick her hard nipples and caused her to bit her lower lip and let out a moan again. His large hand suddenly grasped the other and began to knead it softly. Her euphoria skyrocketed, and something down low began to itch and warm up. Weiss, in return, lifted a hand behind Jaune's head and gripped his short hair. Her chest began to heave as she let out ragged, hot breathes.

"Fuck," she breathed.

Never in Jaune's life, he would ever think that a simple curse word would make him turn on. Gone was the prim and proper ex-heiress who used idiosyncratic words that he was too dumb to know about and practiced proper decorum everywhere and every time. This Weiss was a different one. One who was going to uncover all for him. Body, mind, and soul.

Weiss couldn't take it anymore. The intoxicating feeling was too much that she could've just come right then and there. With the help of a small gravity glyph on his left hand, Weiss quickly turned Jaune's whole body around to switch places with her. She sat down over Jaune's hips and felt something hard poking underneath her that was sheathed in a layer of cloth. Weiss wiggled her hips a bit to tease him, and if she felt it working. Literally.

She leaned her upper body down and left pecks near his collarbone. Then to his chest, abs, and midriff. An obstacle made out of cotton was in her way, and she absolutely knew how to overcome it. But before she did, placed her hand over it and felt his hardness, rubbing and massaging it. It went harder, and Jaune immediately let out a groan. Excitement and anxiousness grew as she prepared herself on what will happen next. She didn't know how to do it correctly, after all, but it didn't really matter that much. As long as they were making each other feel good, their inexperience is an exception.

Weiss backed away with her hips and stopped when her head leveled Jaune's little self. She cracked a smug before gripping the rim and slipping it off. Jaune's little self was anything but little. It wasn't even fully hard yet, and it could easily have the same length of half and a quarter of her forearm. Weariness then grew on Weiss's stomach. She was more than happy that he was big, but there's that he might be too big. Screw it. What's life without a little risk? After all, she planned this in the first place. She isn't going to go back down now.

Weiss gripped his shaft with one hand and opened her mouth before leaning down and closing her eyes. Like Weiss, it was Jaune's turn to prepare himself. The only difference, he didn't close his eyes. He wouldn't want to miss out on the sight of Weiss Schnee herself giving him head.

After what seemed like forever, Weiss finally sheathed her mouth in his head. An electric surge of pleasure surge throughout Jaune's body, and he was definitely fully hard. It was nothing like had imagined. There was a big difference between feeling imaginary warmth and wetness versus the real one. Jaune tried his best to hold himself in. It would be extremely embarrassing if he came right then and there. Though if he did, it didn't they had to stop.

Weiss drew in deeper and slowly moved back up, leaving a trail of wetness behind. She went deeper, then backed up again. Weiss obviously wanted the process to be slow and steady, and Jaune was more than happy to let her be. This was Weiss Schnee, after all. The girl who wanted to do everything correctly. Weiss finally found her pace, and her head was rhythmically bobbing up and down. The sense of her warm, wet tongue sliding up and down inside him was incredible.

Jaune let out breathy moans, letting Weiss know that she was doing a decent job. It was a bit difficult. Not letting her teeth scraped him was harder than she expected, but she was getting used to it. Surprisingly. The taste of his already salty skin suddenly got saltier on the tip. Weiss didn't need to see with her own eyes to know that it was pre-cum. That indication was more than enough to inform her that she was making him feel good as if Jaune's moans weren't enough. It made her powerful. Dominant.

Jaune moved his hand and ran his fingers through her hair, closing his hand and pulled her hair up like he was tying a ponytail. The sight almost made him come. He was into ponytails, after all. He couldn't handle it and gently lifted her face up to stop.

"What are you-ah!"

Lifting her up, Jaune quickly switched their sides, and Weiss was back to her old position. Now it was Jaune's turn. Jaune slipped off her mini sports shorts and was greeted by white panties that had a small, cute blue ribbon in the middle. Before he took it off, he kissed and brushed his lips against her thighs to tease her. She let out a small whimper, letting him know it worked. But, there was more than one way to know if it did.

Jaune slipped off her white panties and saw a trail of her juices attached to it as he took it off. The sight was incredible and actually made him wide-eyed. But there was a more incredible view. Looking down, Jaune saw something simply jaw-dropping and rendered him speechless. Just like any part of Weiss, her pussy looked perfect as well. Pale, pinkish, and was very much wet. And was neatly trimmed.

"Looks like the carpet matches the drapes," he cracked.

"Of course it is," she said matter-of-factly. "Now, pleasure me."

"With pleasure," he mused, earning him a slightly annoyed sigh from her.

Jaune leaned down and gently placed her legs over his shoulders and upper back before going in and licked her, circling and dragging his tongue along her opening. He began taking the new experience in, and the new and fresh sensations that came along with it. It was like making out, but only saltier, sweeter, and wetter.

Weiss's mind went blank for a moment as it processed the newly sensed sensation. But her mind quickly gained consciousness again, and the feeling of the overwhelming pleasure took over. Weiss grit her teeth and roll her eyes up and let out a high-pitched, breathy moan.

Jaune was careful not to touch her clit very much, only letting his tongue drag across it occasionally. But that didn't mean he would stay like that forever. Taking Weiss's approach, he wanted to do it slow and steady, carefully learning how to pleasure her better along the way. And speaking of pleasuring her better…

Jaune delved his tongue deeper inside her, touching her clit in the process. Weiss finally let out a loud moan followed by gritted breaths, which was music to his ears. Weiss's chest, neck, and face began to sweat now, and her faint feminine aroma slowly started to spread out. Jaune suddenly made out with her just like he made out with her other two lips from above and gently made small circles around and on her clit with his right thumb. The amount of pleasure was much more intense, and Weiss moaned louder than before, followed by repeated ragged breathes and whimpers. Her body was now releasing fluids in three different parts. Tears began to form up in her eyes as Jaune continued to caress the most sensitive part in her body. The already exhilarating pleasure was amplified when Jaune's left hand kneaded her left breast.

Jaune felt a sense of pride as the moans of the Ice Queen continued to play. Jaune gladly swallowed the fluids she was currently releasing, which was much more than he anticipated. Though that only fed his pride more. This was his first time, and he was doing a fantastic job. Weiss's moaning clearly verified that statement.

Weiss was more than ready, and Jaune proceeded to move into phase three.

Jaune's lips and tongue departed from her lower ones, giving Weiss a break. He moved in closer to her and planted his very wet lips on hers. Their tongues wrestled once more, only a lot calmer than before. The two savored their mixed flavors, trying their best to make the moment as long as they could before their lips finally departed. The two locked eyes again and simultaneously cracked a smile and let out a quick sigh.

"So that's what I taste like," she cooed with a smirk.

"That's what we taste like," Jaune responded.

Weiss giggled and moved her head up to give him a quick kiss. Two kisses. Her head rested on the ground again and said something with her eyes. Jaune immediately picked it up. He moved back and placed her bent legs over his thighs before gently putting the tip of his little sword over her sheathe. Before Jaune asked the question, he wanted to do something first. Something he had never seen a man ever did. Without moving any other muscle, Jaune moved his cock up and down and stroked her wet pussy. Weiss's eyes widened in shock and possible awe at the sight of it.

"Wow," she reacted. "I didn't know you can do that."

"Oh we can, I just never saw someone do it before. I guess I wanted to impress you."

"And indeed, you did."

Jaune nodded to express his thanks before gripping the shaft his cock and rubbed it at her entrance.

"You ready?"

She pressed her lips together and nodded her head. "Yes."

Jaune tried to find the proper angle first before pushing his cock into her. Weiss let out a high-pitched whimper. Warm, tight fleshed enclosed him. He stopped halfway through before pulling back and then pushing in his shaft into deep her. Weiss's fingers and toes curled as her body went rigid. Ragged breathes escaped from her mouth as she scrunched her eyes close.

Before Jaune rocked hips back and forth, he lingered for a bit, processing the alien yet amazing sensation he was feeling. And he felt all of it, her wetness, her tightness, and even her pulses. Those three things almost made him release her seed, but he resisted, no matter how tempting it was.

Slowly, he began to thrust back and forth. Weiss let out moans every time he delved back in and hit her sweet spot. Jaune found his rhythm and began to quicken and harden his pace. The two began to moan louder and sweat bullets. The sounds of their hips coming into contact and wet, squishy sounds could be heard as well.

Weiss couldn't accurately describe what she was exactly feeling right now. She could feel pain, pleasure, and both as Jaune was stretching out her insides. Nonetheless, she felt great. No, she felt incredible, and she enjoyed every moment of it.

Jaune suddenly leaned his upper body and began to suck her right breast with his other hand, kneading her left. Weiss moaned like there was nobody for miles.

She was in a whole new world of pleasure. Her mind barely comprehended the amount she was feeling right now. Her hands made its way to his back, and she dug her nails deep into him.

Jaune quickly stopped sucking her breast and grasped her hands over his back. He pinned her hands above her head on the ground and leaned his upper body down to close the distance between his mouth and her ear.

Weiss could feel his hot breath coming from his mouth. The sweat dripping sweat on his face and chest mixed with hers, spreading a lustful aroma on the air. An aroma the two deeply took in.

"Swear for me," he whispered.

"Fuck!" she shouted. "Fuck me, Jaune! Fuck me harder! Come on, come on, fuck my little cunt! Fuck my fucking brains out! Fuck me till I can't walk! Make me yours!"

Jaune granted her request, and his thrusts amplified. But his thrusts weren't the only one that amplified. Before Weiss could even know it, Jaune's body glowed a white light, and she hit levels of pleasure that shouldn't even be possible. There too many things her mind could process. Warmth, secure, pleasure, lust, love, and much, much more. This was it. This was the time. She couldn't take it anymore. Her mind, body, and literal soul couldn't take it anymore. She has reached her peaked.

Jaune too was reaching his breaking point. The fact that he was able to contain himself from spilling his seed deep inside her was just mind-boggling. Not to mention the foreign sense of their two souls touching. He was done, he couldn't take it anymore.

"Weiss, I'm- I'm gonna come!"

Jaune deactivated his Semblance before pulling out and brought his upper body back up. Jaune groaned and rapidly stroked his cock as spurts of his seed shoot out to her stomach, breasts, neck, and even reached her chin and nose. Jaune hung his head up after, and he felt his knelt legs began to weaken. A stream of Weiss's warm, white juices poured down from her slit, and slowly spread on the ground like lava.

The two exhaled deep breathes as their minds, bodies, and soul began to calm down. Sweat continued to drip down from their bodies.

Weiss brought herself up, using her arms to support himself. Jaune's looked back down and was about to ask something before Weiss opened her mouth and licked and sucked the remaining seed that was dripping on his tip. She locked eyes with him and let out soft moans as she did it. Jaune brought his hand up to stroke and caressed her hair. Her tongue swirled around his head, and it felt more sensitive than before. Though he doubted that it would make him come again. His body was frankly too tired to do that.

Moonlight cast over her face, lighting up his seed on her face. The sight of it turned him on, of course, his body reminded him that he cannot go for another round. If they did it ordinarily, when there is no soul-touching involved, there's a chance he could. But since their souls touched, and they felt an otherworldly sensation, it was almost impossible to do it again. Dangerous, even. You can't have too much of a good thing, after all.

Weiss was done and drew her mouth away from him, making a popping sound as she did it. Her upper body rested back down on the ground, and Jaune brought himself on her left. His legs were really killing him, but his Aura would deal with it anyways.

He rested on his right side, using his bent forearm as a makeshift pillow. Weiss turned to her left and brought him closer to her, snuggling her sweaty face against his sweaty collarbone. Jaune placed his left hand atop of the side of her waist. Weiss put her thigh over the left side of his hips, and her own hips pressed against his hardness and felt it slowly soften.

The two could hear their soft heartbeats calm down in unison as well as the sounds of chirping crickets and calm, running water from the pools. The calming sounds of nature acted as a lullaby, and their already tired mind and body became more fatigued as time slowly went on.

And before they knew it, the two fell.

Author's note:

Thank you for reading my White Knight fic. It's my first time writing lemon, so I'm sorry if it's, well, pardon my French, shit. But I really had fun writing this, and I hope you had fun reading it as well. If you have any criticisms about my writing and your thoughts on the whole fic, feel free to leave a review about it. I would really like to hear your thoughts.

I'm not sure if I'll make a second chapter or not, it really depends if I'm bored. But if you want to, I'll try my best. And I'll make sure to add more lemon. Seriously, it took me a while to realize that this fic had a small amount of lemon. I'm not planning nor making this into full-fledged fanfic, though, let me be clear on that. But I am planning on writing other fun stuff. Let's just say it has yellow and has a lot in common than you think.

Anyways, thank you for reading!