To all of you JauneXGlynda people out there, this is for you. Enjoy ;)

The weak moonlight struggles through the clouds, turning the light from a pale blue glow to a dark indigo irradiance, just enough light to make the night time amphitheater existent beyond shadows in the eyes of it's beholder, a witch. The Huntress traversed the marble floor shadowed by the cross beams in the ceiling's windows, setting herself in the middle of the arena. Activating her scroll, she entered her permissions tab and accessed the amphitheater's lighting system and set it to the second option, illuminating her world with the golden glow of the incandescent spotlights dotted around the room.

"Hmmm." She gave an approving nod.

Glynda examined the room and found it to her liking. The janitor had in fact kept the room clean in the two months of summer break the students had from Beacon in-between grades, and now, the day before the new term, Glynda was pleased to see that her 'classroom' was just as pristine as she had left it two months prior.

"Now we just wait" she whispered to herself, a shiver of loneliness striking her as her words echoed in the empty chamber so clearly as if in a cavern.

She turned off the lights, and with one blind look over her shoulder, turned and left the empty arena for a short time.

"All right then, now that you're all here, it is time for to begin. Let me explain to you how this class will operate for you for the next four years; I will pit you against whomever I see fit everyday in classic tournament style fights, and I shall score you based on your 'effort.' Now, I won't take points off for loosing, but I expect to see real attempts to win and smart play, otherwise I can easily show you to the door. Understood?" She slapped her hands with her riding crop, producing a loud clap that made Ms. Rose and a couple of the other timid looking students jolt.

Her line of colorful and varied students nodded 'yes' to indicate their attention, each with their own level of confidence and air about them. The redhead Pyrrha couldn't have seemed more relaxed and at home then if she was sleeping in her bed back in where ever she came from, the boy in armor, Cardin, had a look of lust in his eyes, presumably a lust for what he expected to come during these periods, and the witless wonder Jaune still looked like this was the first time he held a weapon of any kind in his grasp.

As she looked over her students, Jaune noticed her eyes scan his person and gestured to her with raised eyebrows as if to say 'please don't hurt me'.

Glynda saw this and looked to the side with a deep breath. "Ok, lets get this out of the way. Everyone fights today, so, first match, Jaune Arc and Cardin Winchester. Everyone else, the bleachers. You can find the stairs right outside the door."

When the students had all found their spots about the bleachers, Glynda stepped off to the side and dimmed the lights with the third option on her scroll. All anyone could see now was the two men bearing arms and armor within a spotlight reminiscent of a stage.

"First to red aura looses, you may begin!"

Glynda wanted to hide herself. It wasn't a fight, it was a cocky boy bullying an imbecile, a disgrace to the art of war, a pitiful display of combat. Glynda stopped Cardin before he killed Jaune.

"Cardin, that's enough!" She had seen these types before. Kids with a little more spunk than a regular kid and a little more taste for battle too, and with the sweet taste of power it runs to their head. Cardin wasn't truly psychotic like most of the other students whom had reached a neutrality towards combat by fighting so much and had lost the feeling of superiority over those of weaker skills.

"Students, as you can see, Mr. Arc's aura has now dropped into the red. In a tournament-styled duel, this would indicate that Jaune is no longer fit for battle, and the official may call the match." She looked to the boy clamoring to his feet. "Mr. Arc, refer to your scroll during combat. Gauging your aura will help you decide when it's appropriate to attack, or when it is better to move to a more... defensive strategy. We wouldn't want you to be gobbled up by a Beowolf, now would we?"

"Speak for yourself..." said Cardin, much to Glynda's confusion.

"Was I talking to you?" Glynda barked. Cardin looked at her wide eyed. "No! So no sass thank you." She looked back to the blonde boy Arc.

"No, we wouldn't" he answered in his shame.

"All right then. Next, I want Lie Ren and Weiss Schnee..."

"Good job Mr. Bronzewing, impressive footwork." The dirty blonde boy nodded his head and headed off. The witch strolled on over to the other blond boy sprawled out on the floor. "Mr. Arc, I know this is only the second class of the year, but I expected a little more coordination from someone who graduated from a combat school."

"Well I actually- I mean, yeah, sorry..." Jaune mumbled as he stood up and patted his pants off.

She felt somewhat bad for him, imagining the embarrassment of being so underwhelming in battle prowess in a school filled to the brim with warriors, and as such, took pity. "It's al- It's alright, just try harder tomorrow..."

"Kay" he smiled nervously.

"Mr. Lark, you linger too long with your movements, please refrain from doing so from now on. And you Mr. Arc..."

This time he took to sitting for a moment before standing up again. "Yes..." he spoke with dread in his voice.

"After your classes, I want you to come here, understood?" Glynda was ready to slap him. 'How could he be so amateurish!? Didn't he learn anything in school!?' His apparent incompetence was starting to become more than she could bear.

"Yes 'mam."

The boy stepped through the tall ajar door into the arena, discovering a lone Glynda standing in the center of the spotlight, waiting ever so diligently. The lights of course were all off save the center one, but the thought that there were no audience members in the black of the bleachers and that he was alone with Glynda, a hyper competent fighter no doubt, made him nervous enough to shiver.

"There you are Mr. Arc, come along now..." she called, waving him towards her with her riding crop.

"Uh, ok." Every step he took closer to her increased the tension he felt, until finally he was within arms reach of her and where her subtly intimidating demeanor made him want to crawl up into a ball. His sweat and fear did not go unnoticed by the professor.

"Oh for good sake boy! I'm not going to kill you, I'm going to train you!" she barked as she stepped back to the edge of the light.

He followed her lead and stepped back to the opposite edge of light saying "well, I figured, but, uh... I'm sorry-"

"-It's alright," she gave a long sigh, "I understand, you wouldn't be the first to be fearful of me," she said with a hint of despair in her voice. She flashed back to a conversation she had with Ozpin, her employer commenting that she could complain all she wanted to, but she wouldn't get any friends by remaining so cold and strict.

'Oh well' she thought, 'If I have to be alone to do my job right, then so it shall be.'

"Anyways, lets begin. I will attack with my crop alone, and you will defend. We need to get your defense in order, understand?" She placed her right foot forward along with her wand, brandishing it like a rapier.

"Uh, yeah, sure..." He drew his sword and equipped his shield, weakly holding both in front of him like a confused monkey. Glynda glared for a solid minute.

"Your right hand holds your sword, right? And that's your dominant hand, correct?"

"Yeah?"

"Then put your left foot forward, turn your body sideways, cover your profile with a stiff shield, draw your sword arm back, and lower your stance, keep your feet apart." She didn't expect anything productive to come out of it, but to her great surprise, he did exactly as she said, albeit with a anxious face.

"Ok... well, here I come." She shuffled forward towards the knight, stabbing the center of his shield to gauge his strength and ability to keep form.

To his surprise, a slight jab from her little riding crop had the force behind it equivalent to a full blow from Cardin's mace, and thus, fell onto his rear.

"Again" she ordered. He stood back up as quickly as she spoke.

She jabbed again, but this time, he held form and slid back to defer the force. She could see him wincing in pain however, and she heard his breathing quickly become ragged in turn.

"Better," she said with a tone neutral for her yet still unforgiving none of the less. "From now on, try swiping the attack to the side, or when you're feeling confident, try parrying with your sword. Now, again."

She jabbed, he swiped, she nodded in approval. "Again," she lashed, he blocked with a loud grunt of pain. "Again," she slashed, he swiped, she made a return strike, he blocked, he winced in pain and slid back. "Again," she jabbed, he swiped, she slashed, he swiped, she returned, he swiped, and she jabbed again, he parried this time, loosing balance in the process but still defending. "Hmm, he can be taught... again."

Glynda gave Jaune a smile, a small one, but one that shocked Jaune all the same.

"Well well, you kill an Ursa Major by yourself and now suddenly Cardin lost his streak against you? I do say Mr. Arc, you've improved alot over these few weeks..." Glynda said with a hint of pride in her person.

Jaune waved to his team as they left for the next class along with the other first years, and took the minute to chat with his teacher. "Well," he rubbed the back of his head in his bashfulness, "I owe it all to you really, otherwise I would've been Ursa chow."

"Don't put yourself down too much Mr. Arc, I wasn't there when you fought the Grimm..."

"Yeah, but, you made all the difference." This time, Jaune rubbed his neck and looked at the far walls to his side.

Glynda closed her eyes and nodded in respect, "thank you Mr. Arc."

Finally making eye contact after she finished her gesture, Jaune said "You can call me Jaune you know, unless because of your job of course-"

"No no, it's fine... Jaune." She chuckled. That was probably the first time she spoke someone's first name to them since when she first started teaching at Beacon, save maybe James Ironwood. It actually made her consider regretting her life choices up to this point for a moment. "You may call me Glynda if you wish as well." She put her scroll and crop to her chest, holding her free hand out, unaware of what possessed her to do so.

He took her hand and shook it gently. "Glynda."

"Jaune." They traded quiet smiles before he realized the time and pulled away, waving goodbye as he disappeared behind the open door to the hallways.

Glynda stood there in the center of the amphitheater, the unfiltered rays of sunlight striking her so that her blond hair, white blouse, and pale skin glowed like the sun itself. She looked down to her radiant hand, taking in both the warmth of the early fall sunlight and the feeling of someone else's skin, a feeling she had long forgotten. She kept on rubbing her fingers together in an effort to recreate that feeling of another's touch, but failed to do so and quickly broke out into a blush as she realized how much time she had spent lingering on an interaction with a student.

"Huh, so there's no way to get the snow off the ceiling once it's there, is there?" Jaune asked in reference to the glass ceiling with outside light blocked by the fresh winter snow.

Glynda didn't bother turning the lighting settings to dueling mode and instead left all of them on, leaving the room in a comfy gold lit state. "Yeah, if we keep the room warm enough, then it'll melt, but if the snow come's consistently enough then we just have to live with it. It's of no consequence though, it gets dark enough soon enough that it's a futile fight anyways if you just want sunlight. Ready?"

"Ready." Jaune amped himself up, hopping foot to foot to limber himself up and taking an offensive stance.

She lunged forward, lashing out rapidly with her crop like a dagger, and Jaune did all he could to deflect the oncoming attacks. She incremented the strength she put into her attacks as the moments turned to minutes, pushing Jaune to his limits. Glynda got excited as he took more punishment than he had the day previously, and overstepped herself with a overhead smash. Jaune saw the opening and side stepped the vertical attack and with a shuffle forward threw his elbow into a crash course with the Huntress's face. Perceiving his intention, she threw her shoulders back and did a backwards cartwheel out of range from his reach.

"Ha-ha, close, but alas..." she laughed as she waged her finger at him.

He shrugged his shoulders in a mock depression, "I guess it wasn't enough" he mused.

"One day Jaune, one day. You're getting better though, so keep it up." She took up her standard practice dueling stance.

He likewise took a dueling stance modified by having a hefty shield, but took a moment to ask "say, I was thinking about getting something warm to drink in Vale after this, wanna come? You seem like a coffee person..."

Glynda was taken aback. "Uh, um, uh... yeah, sure..."

Jaune smiled. "Sweet."

Glynda pushed her thin glasses up to her brow and tucked some loose hair behind her ear, trying her damnedest to keep from smiling like a fool. "I'd love to. Well, I guess lets get back to it."

Late at night, outside the gardens came into full bloom with the arrival of spring, and inside the arena was once again pitch black save for the single isolated center stage spotlight, within it's borders dueled a Jaune equipped with only his sword and Glynda her wand, both actively engaged in both heated combat and conversation.

Jaune was dancing around a furious barrage of fencing strikes when Glynda prompted "So what happened next?"

Sweeping low to kick her legs out, her jumping over the attack of course, he replied in ragged breaths "after Nora hammered the Beowolf Major off the cliff, I timed it just right as it came down, right?"

Before a extended parry session against Jaune's return torrent of aggressive swordplay, Glynda egged him to continue, "Yeah? Go on..."

"Well, I cut it in half right before it hit me, and the top half went flying away in one direction while the bottom half fell a few feet from me, and it was really cool."

She interrupted his attack with a straight kick to the chin, forcing him to defend against her hand to hand moves while in a daze. "You never cease to surprise me Jaune. I can't believe you came in at the beginning of the year without any prior training or fighting experience, and look where you are now..."

He grabbed her palm strike and hooked his leg around her arm, prompting her to pull him in and head butt him and toss him twenty feet off out of the spotlight. "He he, I can't see where I am now" he called from the blackness.

"Here, let me help you find you..." she called back teasingly. Strutting towards where she heard his voice, she made out an outline of something protruding from the floor. She held out her hand, and he took it, lifting himself up with her assistance. "There you are..." she said with an unseen smile, tussling his hair all the while.

"Here I am, here you are, here we are..." he said with a fatalistic notion, shrugging his shoulders.

She pulled her hand from his head rapidly, a sweat quickly finding it's place on her brow and her heart missing a beat. "Hmmm. True. Come on, let's continue." She strutted back into the center, but their fighting was only half hearted for the rest of the night, for, Glynda's mind was off somewhere else. Somewhere pondering the contact and friendship she shared with Jaune, this young boy, the... somewhat intimate bond that they didn't share with anyone else, and the implications of it. It implicated something for sure, a specific something at that, but Glynda kept telling herself it wasn't anything more than her over thinking it.

"There you go, that's your last fight of your first year at Beacon. Next time we meet, you'll be a second year" Glynda said through her slow deep breaths.

Jaune lay sprawled out on the arena floor, positioning himself just so to dodge the direct summer sunshine by hiding in the cross beam shadows. He in contrast panted like a dog, and through his wheezing, he replied "Who knows... I may... spar... with... someone over... the break... who... who knows."

She shook her head in approval, "that would be quite admirable of you to stay so diligent when you're supposed to rest." Glynda stepped closer to her student, crouching down lower to his level. "You look hot..." she said referring to the pouring sweat. It was moments like these she wondered why Jaune wore his hoody unconditionally.

"I look hot? What about you? You're practically glowing in the sunlight. It makes me feel even hotter..."

She raised an eyebrow. "Do I make you hot and bothered?" she grinned.

"Yeah- hey! You set me up!" he accused her, lazily pointing in her direction. He dropped his arm, but kept looking at her, burning the sight into his mind.

She felt his gaze and in turn asked with a chuckle "what?"

Jaune sat up, pulling his gear closer to him. Propping his chin on his hand while still keeping his sight on her, he thought out loud as much as he responded to her question "You know, you really do glow..."

Glynda found herself at a loss for words, simply replying "Why... thank you..." in a whisper. In her reticent state, she stood up and walked around to hide her blush, and looking around the amphitheater spotted the clock and questioned the time. "Jaune, when does your airship leave?"

Standing up himself, he checked a slip of paper in his pocket and said "about five."

She felt a pit in her stomach when she came to terms with reality, a feeling she hadn't felt in a long time. She turned to look over her shoulder to him and with sadness in her voice added "you need to get going then if you want to catch it."

His head drooped a little as he looked about the floor, saying with reciprocating dejection "I guess this is good bye for now then..."

She turned to look forward again, folding her arms. "I guess so." She just wanted the moment to end so she could really feel bad instead of dreading for the moment Jaune finally leaves.

Jaune held out his hand. She at first didn't notice, but when the silence started to creep up on her, she turned to look, seeing his out stretched hand. She snuck a quick smile before turning around and meeting his hand with hers, giving it a quick respectful shake. The knight then pulled her into the sunlit circle for a hug, putting his head into her shoulder seeing as how she still had several inches on her younger students.

"I'll miss ya Glynda" he said while patting her back.

Putting aside the beating of her heart that felt as if it was going to burst from her chest, Glynda returned the favor. "I'll miss you too Jaune."

"One more night" the witch whispered to herself. She stood just after the open doors to the amphitheater peering at her 'classroom' for the next year to come, starting the next day. Half of the lights were lit as to give the room a calm ambiance about it, not too much light to be jarring to the eyes but enough light to allow the eyes to easily see without strain.

Normally, she would've admired her handiwork at keeping the marble floor of the arena spotless regardless of the countless battles that it sustained, especially the one's involving someone like Yang or Nora, whom both were walking disasters for anyone interested in preserving property integrity, but this iteration through of this night, all she could think about was how Jaune would be coming back. The thought got her giddy, and it was what was keeping her up every night that got closer to the new school year. She was so caught up in the thought of his return she didn't even realize the amount he had occupied her thoughts and changed her behaviors. It couldn't be helped though, as Jaune was the closest thing Glynda could call a friend or companion.

She was lost in her thoughts when someone's voice scared her halfway to death. "So you would be here..." she heard the familiar voice say.

"Gah!-" she jumped, turning around she saw Jaune leaning in the door way with a sling around his left arm and a wide grin on his face. "Jaune! What are you doing here? And what happened to you?" she asked in a panic as she approached him.

"I decided to unpack early in my new dorm. Oh, and I just hurt my arm a little..." he said with self content.

She laid her scroll down on the ground and reached for a hug when then she stopped herself halfway through. "I- uhm, I'm sorry, it's just good to see you..." she confessed as she stepped back in embarrassment.

Jaune reached out and hugged her anyways, saying "it's good to see you too."

She laughed and embraced him tightly, and in doing so, she felt him flinch in pain, and so pulled away. "Wait, how did it happen?"

"This?" he lifted his hurt arm in reference, "I just came back from a summer break mission Ozpin requested me to do."

"What!?" Glynda shouted, "Why would he put you into danger like that!? I have to talk to him-" she started off around Jaune and into the hallway, heading for Ozpin's office, but before she could step out of the amphitheater, Jaune grabbed her wrist.

"Glynda! It's alright! He gave me the option to refuse it, but I didn't. It's not his fault! I'm alright..." he argued with pleading eyes. "Besides, I just wanted to see you anyways, no need to talk to Ozpin now..." he added with a soft and tender look. Glynda stopped trying to leave, but his grip on her wrist remained. A moment passed in a silence with unbroken eye contact between the knight and the witch.

He chuckled softly. "Heh, are you that upset over me getting hurt?" he mused as he playfully squeezed her hand a couple times.

She kept looking into his honest blue eyes. "I just don't... want that particular kind of thing to happen... to you..."

He kept looking into her sharp green eyes. "That makes me happy to hear..."

"..."

"..."

The both of them pulled ever so slightly towards each other, the distance between them closing to only a few inches after a minute. Jaune now was eye to eye with Glynda after his later growth spurt, and as such wasn't so embarrassed to be looking up to his mentor.

The silence was deafening to the same extent that an explosion going off next to one's ear had the same effect of removing sound from existence. It was fine for them though, as any sound might've been too much for them to process in the moment they found themselves in. Instead, the way each other's eyes searched the other's eyes, nose, cheek, hair, skin, mouth, spoke songs and speeches about them.

Finally, Glynda tilted her head ever so slightly to her right and drew closer, Jaune doing the same. In the middle they met, lips closing in on the ides of their range and further, the two of them lost in the moment and pressing into the other.

Then like waves on a beach, they pulled away gently, eyes closed for only a moment more before they locked onto each other once again.

"Goodnight" Jaune whispered as loud as a mouse. He smiled as he drew his thumb softly from her cheek to her chin, then turned away and walked out silently enough as to make Glynda wonder if he had been there at all in the first place or if he was just a figment of her imagination.

She reached up to her lips and pressed, and when only a small amount of lip gloss was found on her finger, she realized that she had in fact had an exchange with Jaune.

"So the bandage came off?" Glynda asked the entering Jaune.

"Well, my semblance triggered randomly again, so, yeah, I'm completely healed." He waved his arm around to demonstrate his peak condition.

"Healed enough to fight?" she raised an eyebrow.

Jaune entered the spotlight on the opposite end from Glynda, raising his sword in one hand and holding the other hand, the empty hand, up towards his face like that of a boxer defending himself. "Plenty."

"I don't know... it was only last night you showed up with a sling" she argued, folding her arms.

"I'm fine now."

"If you could control that semblance of yours, that would be extremely useful." She took up a fighting stance.

"If I did, would you stop worrying about me" He lunged forward, bringing down his sword over her head.

She in response caught it in her hands and wrenched it from his hands, tossing it into the black. "No. I'd still worry about you..."

He stepped back and removed his armor in one slick motion, stripping his hoody off to reveal a simple black t-shirt underneath. "Oh, well lets see who worries more by the end of the night..." he then charged forward, making a straight punch for Glynda's face.

"Are you daring me?" she asked when she caught his fist.

"Maybe..." He threw another punch which she caught too, causing her arms to be crisscross. He dropped down and rolled onto his back and kicked into her gut back, launching her off and forcing her to get a handle on her balance.

Regaining posture, she condensed her crop and tossed it too into the black of the amphitheater, a malicious grin forming on her face. She strutted forward and knee'd him right back in the gut, sending him on a short flight back. "Come on, you gotta put up at least a little bit of fight."

He didn't wait for the invitation, and was already on his feet and swinging when she finished. She couldn't get a good grab or knee after that, Jaune being a quick learner having something to do with that. For a few minutes the brawl continued with many a tradings of blows and blocks and kicks, until it devolved into wrestling. Glynda suplexed Jaune head first into the ground, he kicked her legs out from under her, she spun him by the legs and tossed him, he tackled her, she repeatedly punched him in the face, he head butt her, she put him in a choke hold, he dropped her into the ground with all his weight, and so on.

Once Jaune had taken enough of a beating, Glynda pinned him to the ground and managed to hold him there indefinitely, granting her the victory. They both panted heavily, the sweat from her brow running down her nose and dripping into his shirt, fading into the black stains of his own perspiration. Jaune closed his eyes and leaned his head back, accepting his defeat as rest, but the Huntress wasn't done.

Still pinning him whilst atop of him, she asked with priority "what happened last night?"

The boy looked up to meet her gaze, taking his time to choose his wording well and honest. "I don't know..." he let out a deep breath. "We shared something though, I know that..."

Wiping her face on her sleeve, she leaned in closer to his face, her nerves calm and her movements deliberate. "Well, if I'm to share anything with anyone... it would be you. I want you to know that."

"And I you..." he said, equally tempered in tone, calm.

"So your fine with some old woman like me?" she teased with a hint of seriousness.

"Why would you even ask that?" he smiled, "your beautiful regardless of time, and I hope we may share more in the future..."

She let her stern face fall, replacing it with a smile. "But there's no time like the present..."

A long moment passed, the two of them coming to terms with what they were getting themselves into, and without words, they consented to whatever may happen. Breaking the stillness of the room, Glynda lowered herself to kiss Jaune once more, but this time, it was a heated, passionate exchange.

They relished in the feeling of each other's skin, the wet sensation of their maws moving in tandem with each other, and soon their tongues searching the other's, totally forgetting the world around them. As the excitement grew, the witch grinned her body into the knights, pressing her generous chest into his, closing her knees in on his hips, and overall losing control

Jaune lifted his hands over his head, causing his mentor to lose balance and overturned her, positioning himself on top of her, pinning her to the ground and holding her hands outstretched over her head. Their action remained constant however, Jaune lowering himself into her body, and her rubbing her body into his wildly, similar to a cat rubbing against an owner's hand.

"Jaune, no more waiting..." she said through their traded breaths. Jaune agreed, and begun unbuttoning her black corset.

She worked to speed up the process, wrangling her body to help Jaune with removing her articles of clothing, starting with the corset, then her blouse, then her skirt and heels, ending with her laying on her black and purple cape in nothing but her thin bra, stockings and panties.

"Now you..." she whispered, sitting up to help pull off his drenched shirt, then undid his belt and slipped off his jeans after his shoes came off. "Let me" she said as she pulled his gray boxers off to reveal his fifth limb, giggling in her delight all the while.

She gave him the pleasure to undue her bra, stroking his well toned chest as he did so. He got the first clip easy enough, but the second clip refused to come undone, much to his frustration. It broke in his attempt, and he held the bra to her bust with a scared look.

"Don't worry, there's still one functioning clip." She let out a seductive laugh that triggered Jaune to initiate another make out.

He let the bra fall to the wayside, revealing all of her glistening skin under the isolated light, and took to cupping both of her breast in his hands and squeezing as he kissed Glynda. She let out low moans in between the kisses, triggering Jaune even farther until he worked his way down from her lip to her neck, sucking on the skin and moving down until he had to lay Glynda back down on the ground so he could wrap his mouth around her right breast and nipple. Her low moans evolved into louder, longer moans, and in the pleasure she reached down to her nether regions, pressing into herself underneath the fabric.

Jaune saw this and let it continue for a minute before pulling away, prompting her attention. He reached down to her hand and pulled it away too. He then slid his fingers underneath the straps at her hips, pulling the garment of modesty down to reveal Glynda in all her beauty. She let out sharp breaths as he did so, her belly contracting wildly to match her breathing.

Jaune lowered himself once again onto Glynda, spreading her legs which she used to wrap around him, pulling himself close to her and kissing her. He pushed himself into her, and in a drawn out movement, Glynda's mouth opened and eyes widened as he came closer, and he closed his eyes and breathed slowly until he reached the end. They laid there for a moment, staring into each other's eyes, taking in the absolute bliss they felt right then. She lifted her arms around his chest and pressed herself tightly into his embrace, and he started a rhythm of back and forth that started slow and sped up as time went.

At first it was sensual and quiet, but as the speed increased so did the beastly pleasure and demeanor of it, both breathing heavier and moaning in her case. Glynda let go and outstretched her arms again above her, Jaune holding them down and the pressure driving both of them crazy, driving against the other harder every second.

Glynda began squeaking in growing intensity until she climaxed, Jaune's member getting even more lubricated in the process, and brought up a concern to him at the last moment.

"Glynda" he whispered, "how should I..."

She put up a hand to his face, stroking it lovingly, "it's alright, go ahead..."

He nodded, driving the couple further on in their spot of light and sanctuary on the marble floor. Her back arched with impressive flexibility into his as she clawed at the ground in thrill of the sensation, and he gripped to her hips tightly as he came to his end, letting himself go in a spectacular finish. They both clinger to each other in a cathartic posture, their every muscle flexing in reaction, before falling limp into the floor on top her cape.

Jaune laid over her, catching his breath first before laughing. "What" she laughed back.

"I'm just thinking... are professors and students allowed to have 'relations'?"

She laughed again. "I'm sure there isn't a rule against it, but, if there is, I'll just have to kill Ozpin." She reached with her neck and kissed him.

"Perfect, it's a plan."

And at that moment, the doors to the amphitheater opened up, Weiss and Ruby walking in for some late night practice. They spotted the two naked bodies in the middle of the floor and froze, Ruby dropping her scythe and Weiss covering her partner's eyes.

Jaune and Glynda stared wide eyed right back to Weiss, frozen.

Jaune cleared his throat and lifted a weak finger, "Uhm... I can explain..."

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