(Author's Note: Guess who's baaaaaaaaack? Yep. It's me, after nearly THREE full months of inactivity. Times are…times are crazy0_0

Anyway, THIS…was NOT was I was going to originally do for thus chapter. But…I saw a comic dub between the two characters…and knew that I just HAD to do a chapter with them;)

This is the first of a new universe: Universe J.

Hope you guys enjoy:)

Chapter Thirteen: Whitley x Penny (Broken Machines)

Whitley Schnee, current heir to the (MASSIVE) Schnee Dust Company, all but threw the door to his bedroom open…an angry frown on his face. His white and blue shirt was drenched in wine, and his snow white hair looked genuinely purple from the (sticky) liquid that had "encompassed" him.

The fourteen (and a half) year old slammed his door shut, and began stomping towards his bathroom (1). Nice to see how much my dear SISTER has matured, Whitley thought to himself, practically snarling like a beast. When he suddenly found wine slapped onto his body, he'd excused himself from the conversation he was having with his second older sister: Weiss. As he made his way up the stairs and to his room, that's when he saw…them.

The people his sister(s, including his elder Winter) had shown up with. They were standing there…smiling…and laughing.

Now…there are a LOT of words and terms that have been used to describe Whitley in a negative light (including annoying, persistent, relentless, and even condescending). But…there was ONE "negative term" that could NEVER be used to describe Whitley…and that was stupid.

It only took Whitley a few moments to realize what it was that had actually happened. That little "stunt"…was done by Weiss and her friends, probably as some stupid little prank that he's sure Weiss thought was SO funny.

I don't know why I even BOTHER, Whitley thought to himself, a…less then "explosive" frown on his face, as he turned on his shower. He shut his eyes…before sighing and disrobing (tossing his clothes in the bin), all before he climbed into the shower to clean the wine off of himself.

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(Seven Minutes Later)

Whitley stepped out of his bathroom, drying his hair with a towel…wearing blue shorts and a white sleeveless shirt. The white-haired boy angrily tossed his towel into the bin, before moving to sit on his bed…before lying back on his bed, holding his hands over his face.

In a rare more of "defiance" (for lack of a better term), Whitley truly didn't care what his father would say…he was in NO mood to go back down to his father's celebration party (for winning a seat on the Atlesian Council).

He didn't understand…why his sister, and her friends were bothering him so much. So they pulled them stupid prank on him…so what? It's not like that was the WORST thing she's…done.

Whitley sat up, his crystal blue eyes narrowed…as he glared at his bedroom's floor. Despite his best efforts to keep himself calm and keep "it" down, he could feel the anger slowly (but surely) beginning to come out. He began breathing heavily through his nose, as his hands clenched into fists around his body's blanket.

He let out a loud groan, burying his head into his hands. Despite his best (and usually successful) efforts to keep himself calm, his temper was beginning to steadily increase.

Weiss…abandoned him here. She just…left him, to go to Beacon. Like he said, Whitley was NOT a stupid boy. Despite what some may believe, Whitley has always been a bright child. From an early age, he noticed that Winter and Weiss always seemed…closer to one another, then they were to the rest of the family. That's how it's been most of his life. Weiss would always look up to Winter, and Winter would do everything in her power to care for Weiss.

Now…could you guess the "component" missing in that "equation"?

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That's right…Whitley himself.

Where was he, in this little…"sibling bonding session"? Nowhere, that's where. Whitley never really understood, but…for just about as long as he could remember, his sisters always seemed to be closer to one another then ANYONE else. Where it was like…as long as they were okay and taken care of, that was all that mattered.

Whitley always felt like…he was an "afterthought" to his two sisters. Almost like…they "forgot" that they each had a second sibling as well. And things got even worse after Winter left for the military. After that point, Weiss began acting like he was a damn stranger to her. As if he wasn't her own brother. Despite being the third-born of the Schnee family, Whitley lived nearly his entire life feeling like an only child.

And, of course…Weiss didn't change at all when she got back to the Manor after Beacon fell. As if he were some stupid kid, a small part of Whitley had…actually hoped, that he would be able to get closer to her since she was back home.

But…she made it perfectly clear that she had NO intention of "getting closer" to her brother. She spent pretty much all days of the six months she was there in her room, avoiding EVERYONE (with the exclusion of Klein) in the process.

And his mother? HA! She's no better, if not worse. In his early (and he means early) memories, he was somewhat certain that he could remember Mother being…happier, more energized, and more…involved. But, she's been like his sisters for most of his life…uninvolved. As long as the wine cellar wasn't empty, Mother didn't really care about anything.

And then, there's…his father. Despite what he's heard (a LOT) of people talking about his father, Whitley knows that he's not AS bad as people claim. They just didn't get the way his family works…not like he did.

Whitley shut his eyes tightly, placing his hands on the sides of his head before letting out a YELL of frustration…falling back onto his bed.

"Why must my family be so…complicated?" Whitley muttered to himself, after a few moments of silence. Just then…

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

"Hello?" He heard an unknown (feminine) voice coming from behind his door. Whitley looked towards the door, a confused frown on his face as he heard the knocking at his door. "I-Is everything okay in there?" Now…under normal circumstances, Whitley would have asked who was at the door when he heard an unknown voice at his door.

But now? He was too tired, and too exhausted to really care at the moment. The Schnee heir stood up from his bed, and walked up to his door…and all but swung the door open, with a cry of "What?!".

Standing in his doorway…was probably the last person he expected to see. It was…Ironwood's robot?

It was. Penny…Polendina, he believed her name was (she wasn't a huge focus for the Schnee Dust Company, so Jacques never insisted that his son learn much about her). She…looked pretty young, possibly not even as old as his middle sister. She had fair skin, freckles on her cheeks, near waist-length orange hair, and bright green eyes.

"Hi," Penny waved shyly, a small (slightly embarrassed) smile on her face.

"What do you want?" Whitley asked, an annoyed frown on his face.

The android girl couldn't help but flinch at Whitley's tone, placing her hands in front of her as her eyes when to the ground. Truth be told, Whitley almost felt…a small degree of satisfaction, at the fact that a simple sentence from him could stumble a person so powerful.

"W-Well," despite the fact that she was a whole head taller then the boy in front of her, and probably a few years older then him…she still felt intimidated by the hard look in his light blue eyes, "I heard a yell, and wanted to make sure that no one was hurt…or being attacked. I was just-."

"Why are you even up here?" Whitley interrupted, "Aren't you supposed to be with General Ironwood?"

Whitley's interruption seemed to cause the frown on Penny's face to grow, but he was going through…too much to care (although, there's an argument as to whether or not he'd care otherwise). "Well," she began (nervously) rubbing her arm, as she seemed to look EVERYWHERE…except Whitley's eyes. "I wasn't really needed to be with the general as he spoke to Mister Schnee. After Winter-," because she refused to meet Whitley's gaze, Penny didn't notice how Whitley's hands tightened into fists at the mention of his elder sister's name, "-had…to leave the room, I kind of…didn't want to go back. I just wanted to walk, to…think."

Whitley gave a scoff, that sounded more like an exhale of breath, "I'm surprised my father wouldn't want to keep you in his sights. Or let you into the house at all, given…what happened during Election Night."

This time, Penny reacted to Whitley's words as if he'd struck her, "I didn't do it!" Penny yelled out, causing Whitley to take a step back in fear/caution (becoming concerned that he'd angered someone who could kill him in a single strike). "I didn't kill those people! I wouldn't!"

Whitley was ABOUT to yell back at her…until he looked (really looked) at her face.

Now…he'd heard a fair amount about Penny, the robot "servant" of General James Ironwood. Although it wasn't anything major (since she was never considered a "major" focus for Jacques, so…she wasn't very "major" for Whitley to learn), Whitley was aware of a bit of information about her: including that she was considered the "daughter" of Doctor Pietro Polendina, and that she was named the "Guardian of Mantle" by Ironwood (and others). Whenever (in the rare instances) he heard her be brought up by his father, or any of Jacques's friends…she was always regarded as a simple "minion" of Ironwood, a cold robot without a heart or a (real) soul.

But…truth be told, he was…more then a little confused by her now. The sadness on her face was perfectly tangible, and he thought he could actually see…tears, in her green eyes (which were now little rather dull).

And, despite his best attempts…he could himself beginning to…feel for her, almost actually feel bad about what it is that he said.

"Then…who did?" Whitley couldn't help but find himself asking, for…reasons that he couldn't precisely understand why at the moment.

Penny flinched (again), "I…I can't say. That's…classified," she spoke, although…she didn't seem to like that fact.

Whitley raised an eyebrow, suddenly finding himself pretty interested, "Why? Did General Ironwood tell you to keep it a secret?" Her silence…spoke volumes, "So…you've been framed for murder, yet have a way to prove your innocence…and yet, the general won't let you? Is that it?"

"I-I…I," despite the fact that she WANTED to deny Whitley's claim, she'd be lying if she said there was NO truth in his claims.

"And…what, you're alright with that?" Whitley found himself asking, "The general is allowing you to be framed for the murders of over a dozen people, and you've got practically everyone in Atlas and Mantle calling for your head…and you don't see an issue with that?"

"I…," Penny swallowed, before (finally) turning her head up to look Whitley in his eyes, "I trust in General Ironwood's judgement. He has…his reasons for wanting to keep things secret for now, and I trust him."

Whitley scoffed, getting Penny to stare at him in confusion, "That's stupid," he commented as he walked back into his room, not seeing as Penny's eyes widened a bit in surprise, "Why would you allow yourself to take the blame for something that's not your fault?"

"It's…," the android shook her head out, before looking towards Whitley with a SLIGHTLY more "certain" stare, "It's for the best right now."

"Why? Because the general said so?" Whitley (sarcastically) asked, with a raised eyebrow.

"I trust his judgement," Penny replied.

"I'm sure you do," Whitley muttered as he walked back further into his room, taking a seat on his bed (and placing his head in his hands).

Having heard Whitley's last sentence, Penny tilted her head in confusion…before she frowned a bit, seeing the…depressed/exhausted "state" of the white-haired boy. She took a few steps forward in concern (absentmindedly closing the door a bit in the process), "Are you okay?"

"I'm great," the younger boy sarcastically replied, before pointing behind the android, "Thanks for the talk, there's the door."

The frown on Penny's face increased, before she took another step forward, "I do not wish to leave. You seem distressed, and I don't wish to leave you alone like this."

"Why do you care?" Whitley shot back, a sharp tone in his voice.

Penny paused, and actually thought for a moment, "I do care, because that's who I am. I am a protector, and I wish to ensure that I can help my people. Mantle, AND Atlas," Penny ended her sentence with the same bright smile that her father would always say is worth "more then ALL the Lien in the world".

"That is such bullshit." Penny was so caught off-guard by Whitley's "response", that she actually took two steps back. Whitley was now glaring at her with narrowed eyes (looking downright LIVID), and….truth be told, it was starting to scare Penny.

"W-What?!"

"Don't even TRY to feed me that nonsense! No one just…does things, because they want to "help" someone. Or because they "care". They just do it because they want something.. and anyone who says otherwise, is either lying…or just plain stupid!"

Penny's eyes widened at Whitley's words, looking as the younger boy turned his gaze away with a glare. Now…truth be told, Penny was feeling like she should leave the room now. That Whitley clearly wanted to be alone, and that she felt like she was only going to make things worse by staying.

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But…she didn't.

Tilting her head a bit, Penny (after a moment's of debate/hesitation) took a step forward, "Why do you think that?"

"Because it's the truth," Whitley shot back, not removing his gaze from the floor (hoping that his "lack of interest" would get Penny to leave on her own, as he wanted to be careful to not intentionally piss off someone who could probably kill him with a flick of her finger).

"You don't think that people care about each other?" At his silence, she persisted, "What about you? Your parents? Your sisters?" She didn't notice how Whitley's hands clenched into fists, how his breathing grew heavier, or how his eyes narrowed. "Don't you care about them?"

"Don't me laugh," Whitley (immediately) shot back. "Care? Please…I don't have any sisters."

"What do you mean? Of course you do, Winter and Weiss."

"They certainly don't seem to think so," he (somewhat absentmindedly) replied.

Penny's frown only grew by those words, "What…what do you mean?"

Now…under normal circumstances, Whitley wouldn't exactly be considered a "talkative" person (in a social sense, at least)…especially amongst those he didn't really know.

But, at this moment…he couldn't really find it in him to care at the moment.

"My so-called "sisters", don't care about me…in case you didn't know. ALL they care about is one another, and that's it."

"I'm…sure that's not true," Penny spoke, feeling a great feeling of sadness by the words Whitley spoke. Family is…well, family! How could someone say such things about their own family?

"Yeah…because I'm sure Winter has told you ALL about me and our family," Whitley replied sarcastically.

Penny was about to reply to that…but couldn't. Unfortunately, Whitley wasn't exactly WRONG in his claims…even going through ALL of her memories (even those set BEFORE her father "awaken" her), Penny can't recall a SINGLE time when Winter actually mentioned Whitley in conversation.

"Do you…do you actually believe that your sisters don't care for you?" Penny could hardly believe the words that were coming out of her mouth, the sheer concept of what she was saying just sounding so…foreign.

"No," Whitley answered, his face softening. Penny let out a sigh of relief, before a bright smile appeared on her face…only for it to fall at Whitley's next words, "I don't "believe"…I know. I know that they don't care."

"That can't really be-."

"What? "True"? Right? Why? Because you know so much about MY family?" Whitley shot back, standing up (getting the android to flinch at his sudden action), "Yeah…I'm sure it's SO unbelievable that my sisters could hate me, right?" Penny's eyes widened when he used…THAT word. Hate. "Because you know them just perfectly. Obviously, my sisters are just so AMAZING…and so, perfect. Clearly…they can never do ANYTHING wrong! Winter and Weiss are SUPPOSED to be my "older siblings"…but, you wanna know something? Older siblings are supposed to kind…they're supposed to protect you…they're supposed to actually give a DAMN, whether you lived or died! But, to my so-called "sisters"…I might as well be a stranger!"

Whitley looked like he was about to continue his "scream fest"…but (surprisingly) didn't. He lowered his arms, so that his arms hung limply at his sides…before letting out a DEEP sigh (for a brief moment, he looked MUCH older then how he actually was), and "plopping" down on his bed.

Without sparing another glance at Penny…Whitley dropped his head into his hands.

Penny's frown only seemed to increase, feeling her own depression grow from seeing Whitley's current…"disposition". She (without any of her previous hesitance) took steps forward, until she stood near Whitley…before she took a seat on his bed. She moved a hand, placed it on Whitley's shoulder…only for the white-haired boy to flinch at the sensation.

Penny moved her away…but only by a few inches. She then (going slower and gentler then before) placed her hand on Whitley's shoulder again…but, this time? Whitley didn't flinch, or pull away.

He simply…sat there.

"I'm sorry. I didn't…I didn't know that's how you would feel," although she didn't really know what to say in this moment, but…she still wanted to try and help him.

"No one does," Whitley spoke, his voice sounding completely devoid of emotion, "Everyone always looks to the Schnee family…and assumes that ALL of our lives are just so perfect. And when they see my sisters…they ALWAYS assume that they're so magnificent. With all their skills, and powers…they're obviously so great, and so nice. As if they're incapable of ever doing anything wrong," he took his face out of his hands…but kept his head lowered.

The two young teens simply sat in silence, one (Whitley) not wanting to talk…and the other (Penny), frankly, not knowing what to say in this scenario.

But…she had (in her mind) a better idea. Without another word, Penny moved forward (or…to the side?) and (gently) wrapped her arms around Whitley's neck.

"W-What are you doing?!" Whitley practically cried out, his pale skin suddenly burning dark red in embarrassment.

"I'm giving you a hug," Penny replied, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, "I just…feel like you needed one."

Whitley quickly darted his eyes away from Penny, feeling COMPLETELY embarrassed by his current…"situation". However…he'd be lying if he said that he wasn't e-enjoying it.

So…he just sat there, enjoying it. With a red face, of course.

"Okay," Whitley muttered after a few moments, "You can let go now," as much as he was enjoying the hug he was getting from Penny, it was becoming a tad…"awkward" (if you know what he means).

Penny gave a small nod, and pulled away from Whitley. With her hands still on his shoulders, Penny looked Whitley in his eyes…and gave him a bright smile (which only further increased the "coloration" of his cheeks).

"I hope you're feeling better, Whitley," Penny commented, her smile continuing.

"Y-Yeah," Whitley muttered, before standing up and turning away (not wanting for Penny to see his red face), "T-Thanks for coming by. But…you really should get back downstairs. I'm sure that General Ironwood or…one of my sisters, and their friends are probably looking for you by now."

Penny's smile fell a bit, "I believe it's okay," she reached into her pocket, pulling out her scroll, "I haven't gotten any messages, or calls from General Ironwood, Winter, or even Ruby. They haven't tried to reach me yet…so, I'm still good," she spoke, smiling as she placed her hands on her hips.

Whitley's face was still reddened, but…less so, then before. He closed his eyes, and let out a small sigh…before walking towards his dresser, "Right," he muttered, before opening one of his dresser drawers…and pulling out a bottle.

Penny's eyes narrowed as she focused onto the bottle Whitley had pulled out…before gasping loudly, "Is that alcohol?!"

Whitley raised an eyebrow at Penny's (in his mind) overreaction, "Yes. Despite how much time mother spends drinking in the garden, she won't miss a single bottle."

"But…the legal drinking age is twenty-one (2), and…you're not twenty-one. Drinking that would be illegal."

Whitley rolled his eyes, "So is Weiss and her friends breaking into Atlas. But…they're not in prison for it."

Penny (once again) gasped, "How did you know that?!"

Whitley turned back to face Penny, and (surprisingly) smirked, "I do now."

Penny tilted her head in confusion, before her eyes widened and she quickly covered her mouth with both hands. After a moment or two, "You…you guessed?!"

"Not necessarily," Whitley spoke, as he shut his dresser drawer, "After father took away Weiss's heiress status and she began her "training" again, I knew that she had snuck out of the kingdom after she'd disappeared. And I knew that General Ironwood couldn't open Atlas's boarders to other kingdoms without it becoming a HUGE event across the nation. So…since they all got into Atlas in secret, it only makes sense that they snuck into the kingdom. But…thanks for confirming my theory," he ended his sentence with a quick wink. Penny pouted (puffing her cheeks out in a way…that Whitley had to admit was kinda cute), crossing her arms and turning her gaze away from Whitley. The white-haired boy let out a small sigh, before he began walking back towards his bed. "What a sip?" Whitley offered the bottle out, not…really knowing what else to do in this situation (as he's not used to caring when someone was upset with him).

Penny looked back towards her "comrade", her eyes being wide as they darted between Whitley and the wine bottle. "I don't…I don't think I should. I'm not of legal age either…and just because your sister broke the law, doesn't mean you should."

"By looking at them, I'm fairly certain that Weiss's friends aren't of Atlas," Whitley commented, as he sat down on his bed, "People of other kingdoms sneaking into Atlas…it may not have been definite to happen, but…that's still likely to have helped start a war. I don't think it'll be the worst thing in the world for me to drink a little alcohol," Whitley explained, before taking a sip from the bottle. His head tilted a bit, as a small frown appeared on his face. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Penny glancing in a concerned fashion at him and the bottle. "It'll be fine. I don't drink heavily, or anything. I only took this from mother's "collection" yesterday…it's only the second one I took, and I haven't touched the stuff in months. But, I don't drink enough to get drunk. Only…a little bit when I'm feeling…."down", for lack of a better term," he explained, before taking another sip.

Soon, the frown "faded" from Penny's face and she simply…stared on at Whitley. Instead of a frown, or a concerned expression…she simply looked on with a degree of curiosity, as her eyes moved from Whitley himself and the bottle in his hand.

This time…Whitley noticed how Penny kept looking at the bottle, sheer curiosity in her face and eyes. This time, the Schnee heir chuckled…before holding the bottle out to Penny, "You can try it if you want. A single sip won't kill you (4)."

Penny held a hand to her chin, mentally debating whether or not to take the drink. Her father did tell her against it…but, surely a small sip couldn't hurt? She had also read that most people would drink alcohol when they were feeling down and depressed in life. And, truth be told…she was feeling quite depressed herself, after…everything that had happened during "Election Night".

"Well…," she reached forward, and took the bottle from Whitley's hand, "Maybe…one sip couldn't hurt?" She shrugged, a slightly unsure frown on her face.

When Whitley saw the expression that she wore, he frowned a bit himself, "Hey…Penny, you don't have to if you don't want-," before he could finish his sentence…Penny took a sip from the wine bottle.

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And immediately began coughing. Whitley flinched for a moment, before he began patting her on the back. "H-How…how do y-you DRINK that?!" Penny spoke/asked, in-between coughs.

Whitley chuckled a bit, as he took the bottle from Penny's hand, "Yeah…it was something that I had to get use to as well. It taste like…"maturity"," Whitley joked, holding the bottle up in the air (a smirk on his face).

"Maturity taste like…burning," Penny responded, a frown on her face. Whitley couldn't keep himself from chuckling at Penny's response. When he saw that she was now pouting at him (her cheeks puffed out and everything), he couldn't help but start laughing out loud.

He has a nice laugh, Penny couldn't help but think to herself with a smile, watching on as Whitley took another sip from the wine bottle.

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(A Few Minutes Later)

Both Whitley and Penny were sitting on the floor in front of his bed, laughing their asses off. The wine bottle that Whitley had taken from his mother rested a few inches away from the two teens, about two-thirds of its contents having been drunk by both the Schnee heir AND the female android.

"R-Really?!" Penny exclaimed, barely able to stop laugh just long enough to ask the "question", "Weiss caused a Dust explosion?! In the house?!"

"Absolutely," Whitley was able to keep himself "calm" (if only so slightly), because (obviously) he already knew the story in question, "I assure you…I'm NOT joking, or exaggerating in the slightest. Right in the house…right in her own room, as a matter of fact. She was grounded for two weeks…one of the funniest things I've ever seen. My only regret...is that I couldn't be in the room when it happened."

Despite her best efforts to keep it down (or to stop in general), Penny (simply put) could not. The artificial girl was laughing out loud, her head moving to lay itself on Whitley's shoulder. And (despite already knowing the story, and its "consequences"), Whitley couldn't help but laugh out loud himself.

The two teens just…sat there, laughing their asses off. Election night, family drama, and other negative thoughts simply washed away from Whitley and Penny's minds, nothing even registering to them…besides one another, and the laughter (from both of them) that registered throughout the room.

After nearly two full minutes of laughter…the two teens were finally beginning to calm down, now breathing heavily (their throats being a little sore). Once they had (mostly) gotten themselves "under control", their smiles remained on their faces. They turned to face one another, their faces really starting to hurt from their smiling and laughing.

As they stared at one another, however…the smiles on their faces dropped in favor of frowns, as bright green met light blue.

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Truth be told…neither one of them (to this day) could remember which one of them moved first, which one of them initiated it. All they could recall…is how they felt the other's lips on their own.

They both felt shocked by what was currently happening…but, that feeling went away almost immediately to make way for an intense feeling of sheer pleasure. Penny's hands slowly snaked their way up Whitley's chest, taking ahold of the front of his shirt (her grip slowly, but surely, tightening). Whitley's arms moved to wrap around Penny's waist, his tongue dragging itself across Penny's sealed lips.

After a moment…Penny granted Whitley access, allowing his tongue to enter her mouth.

Both teens moaned loudly in pleasure as their tongues collided with one another, beginning to move and curl around one another like serpents. The funny thing is…neither one of them had any reel "intimacy" experience with others in this regard.

But, in a way…that only made it better. As if…they had nothing to rely on but pure instinct. It was so…primal.

Whitley's tongue began moving around at an even more ferocious rate then before, causing Penny to moan through his lips (as her grip tightened on Whitley's shirt). Without even realizing it, both teens were inching closer and closer to the "point of no return".

And…truth be told, even IF they were aware of that fact…who could say that it would stop them?

Suddenly…Whitley pulled his mouth away from Penny's (getting the android to whine slightly), and quickly attached it to her neck. He pressed firm kisses across the length of her neck, nipping lightly before licking across the skin to take away the skin.

Penny's face had since erupted into a dark blush, the girl herself panting like a dog. Her legs were beginning to shake, and her hands were beginning to tremble…the synthetic girl feeling a pleasure beyond ANYTHING she'd ever felt before.

Just then…Penny gasped (which turned into a small moan at the end), "W-Whitley…s-something's poking me," she moaned out, before looking down…and having her face erupt onto an even DARKER blush, from what it is that she saw.

The teens' makeout session had (expectedly) resulted in Whitley, um…"enhancing" in size.

Penny bit down on her bottom lip, feeling more…aroused. Before any other "action" could be taken, Penny (in a moment of acting without thinking) firmly took ahold of Whitley's covered length with her hand.

Whitley let out a yelp of surprise, clearly not expecting for Penny to do…that (if his dark red face was any indication). The two teens (after a moment, seemingly to come to grips with what had just happened) then locked eyes, the dark blushes remaining on their faces.

After a few moments, however, Penny suddenly leapt backwards from the younger boy. "I-I'm sorry! I…I-I didn't mean…I-."

"It's…it's okay, Penny," Whitley interrupted, putting a hand on Penny's shoulder in an attempt to "comfort" her (as for how "successful" it'd be, is another matter all together), "I-I mean…it, wasn't bad. You just…took me off-guard, is all."

"Oh," Penny replied, her blush "lessening" with her (slight) confusion.

"And," Whitley spoke again (cursing himself for being clouding then he'd intended), his own blush returning, "I…um, I-I wouldn't…really, mind it…if, maybe…you wanted to…k-keep going, or…s-something," the poor kid was blushing up a STORM, not thinking that he's EVER felt more embarrassed then he was at THIS moment.

While the white-haired boy was glancing towards the ground in embarrassment, Penny was staring at Whitley with widened eyes. Her surprised expression, however, soon faded into a nice/content smile (with her cheeks still being red, though).

The reason for her smile, you may ask? Well…she actually found Whitley's words to be pretty…endearing, if she's being perfectly honest.

After she…"came back" after the night Beacon fell, she found herself (her TRUE self) suddenly being known by EVERYONE in Atlas AND Mantle. After spending gods only knows HOW long with keeping her "heritage" a secret, it was…an adjustment, with EVERYONE in the nation now being aware of the truth.

But…while she was glad that she didn't have to keep that secret anymore, this DID come with a "price". In that…everyone only viewed her as a machine, as "Ironwood's robot". No one (besides only a handful of people) REALLY thought of her as bring an actual person, just as…some thing.

But, Whitley…Penny wasn't stupid either. If she and Whitley, continued…she knew FULL well where it could lead. Where it's likely to lead. And maybe it's the alcohol messing with her head, or the fact that Whitley is just "showing" how attractive he found her (not even thinking of her as being a "machine")…but, Penny found herself (actually) liking the idea of where they could go.

Whitley's eyes remained at the ground, his face still a dark red. Feeling stupid for what he said, he was ABOUT to take it back…until he felt Penny's hands on his shoulders. When he looked back up, he was (understandably) surprised to see the android girl smiling at him.

And, before he could comment, Penny gently pushed Whitley back…until he was forced to sit on his bed.

Without even wasting a moment, Penny took her seat on the white-haired boy's lap. Despite her own blush, Penny maintained the content smile on her face…said expression beginning to calm Whitley as well, getting his tense/embarrassed expression growing more…"neutral" (for lack of a better term).

Penny moved to place her hands on Whitley's cheeks, while his hands moved to hold onto her waist. And, without any further comments or "movements"…the two teens moved forward, crashing their lips onto one another again.

The (previously silent) room was filled to the brim with the moans of the two young teens, neither of them holding ANYTHING back as their tongue wrestled with one another (being much more.. ferocious then the last time).

Penny let out a hybrid of a whine and a "squeak" as she felt Whitley's hardened length press dangerously close to her core (which was already beginning to moisten from their…"contact").

Whitley (feeling a bit bolder from their makeout session) moved his hands down…until he roughly squeezed Penny's (rather large) ass. The action having completely taken her off-guard, Penny pulled out from Whitley as she let out a moan…her face flushed even more then before.

This, however, didn't deter Whitley one bit. If anything…it only succeeded in turning him on even more. When Penny tilted her head upwards to moan, Whitley (acting on instinct, instead of any thoughts) quickly attached his lips to the older girl's neck.

This got Penny to moan/squeak out again, before she moved her hands to Whitley's head (running her fingers through his snow white hair). Whitley placed gentle kisses across the length of Penny's neck…before he suddenly bit down upon on her neck!

"AHHH!" The android girl yelled out, her own grip on Whitley's head quickly tightening (not expecting him to bite her!). Before she could make a comment, Whitley was quick to lick across the (now red) spot across Penny's neck that he'd bitten.

"Sorry," Whitley muttered after he'd moved his mouth to Penny's ear, giving a gentle kiss in-between it and her head.

"It's…okay," Penny replied, "Just…surprised me, is all," Penny moved back (so that they were locking one another in the eye), and shot him that bright smile of hers (which, this time, was successful in causing Whitley to blush).

Whitley (through his blush) chuckled a bit…before his hands moved up, until they rested on the straps on her shoulders. "M-May I?" Whitley asked (he's nothing, if not a gentleman), mentally berating himself for his stutter.

Penny, however, found Whitley's manners to be…quite endearing, to be honest. With a kind smile (and her own red face) she replied, "Of course." With a moment's hesitation…Whitley lifted the straps off of Penny's shoulder, and lowered them down...revealing Penny's generous endowments (though, while her breasts were definitely nice, Whitley personally preferred her bottom), concealed by a pure white bra.

Whitley gulped a bit, being a bit more…"unprepared", for seeing Penny's (admittedly still covered) breasts then he would have originally thought. And seeing Whitley looking so…mesmerized by her body (even when it wasn't fully naked yet), well…that did wonders for Penny's own self-confidence. With greater ease then she would have expected, Penny reached behind to her back…and unclipped her bra, tossing it to the bedroom floor.

…

…

And, if Whitley was stunned by seeing Penny's chest with ONLY her bra on…then, we'd need a WHOLE new word for how he was feeling after the bra had been removed.

Although, "words" might not be necessary…given how Whitley's dick had now gotten so hard that it was starting to hurt. Penny bit down on her lip (feeling a practical steel-like cock pressing against her), before moving her fingers to gently graze Whitley's neck.

"You can…touch them. I-If you want, that is," Penny spoke, stuttering a bit at the end with a light pink face. Whitley responded with a gulp, before he began slowly dragging his hands up the length of Penny's body (the ghost-like sensation sending shivers running down her spine). When he reached her chest, he just…held his hands there, in the air.

After a moment of hesitation…Whitley suddenly seized the two flesh orbs in his hands. Penny let a LOUD moan slip through her lips, but, truth be told, Whitley didn't actually notice this "particular" fact.

No. He was too "occupied"…with how UNBELIEVABLY soft her mounds felt in-between his fingers. Like…it was ALMOST enough to make him think he was dreaming.

By the gods above! Whitley "exclaimed" within his mind, his face blushing a DEEP red from his "actions". Truth be told…THIS? This was not a…"situation", he expected to find himself in anytime soon.

So…to actually be doing this…having his hands on a woman's breasts, here and now? It. Was. Phenomenal.

Penny was panting like a dog, her face completely red as she held tightly onto Whitley's shoulders. The sheer sensation of having another's hands on her breasts was…extraordinary. She never really thought about trying to pursue sex…now? She was wondering why she never did until tonight.

Whitley kneaded Penny's breasts in his hands like he was shaping dough, simply marveling at how soft they felt. As he did this "action", one of his thumbs brushed against one of Penny's nipples…getting the android girl to suddenly squeal in Whitley's lap.

The Schnee heir's eyes widened a bit, caught off-guard by the noise she just made. Penny's face erupted in a dark blush, clearly embarrassed by her…"action", "S-Sorry."

"Don't be," Whitley replied, moving his hands downwards to caress Penny's sides, "I think it was…pretty cute, to be honest," Whitley admitted, enjoying how the poor girl's face seemed to only get redder.

Only a moment of "rest", Whitley's hands behind their "trek" back up Penny's body (once again, his "ghosting" fingertips sending shivers down Penny's spine). He gently wrapped his hands around Penny's orbs…before flickering his thumbs against both of Penny's nipples.

This time…Penny's eyes and mouth were shut (tightly), her body simply twitching/flinching at the sensation on her chest. Feeling a bit more…bold, Whitley took ahold of both of Penny's nipples in-between his thumbs and index fingers…and squeezed them.

"AHHH!" Well...THAT, certainly gains a reaction, Whitley thought to himself in amusement, as Penny "leaned" against Whitley. The white-haired boy moved forward, and began placing gentle kisses across Penny's neck…making a good "balance", as he began massaging and squeezing her breasts (and nipples) in a little…rougher fashion then before.

Penny was…by this point, nothing short of a blushing mess. She was leaning her head against Whitley's, content to simply…shut her eyes and remain motionless, leaving her body as (essentially) Whitley's to play with.

Her eyes, however, suddenly SHOT open…as she felt Whitley's hand suddenly "dip" his way into her underwear. She bit down on her lip, moaning quietly…just as her green eyes met Whitley's (mischievous) blue ones. He shot her up a wink…before he darted two fingers into Penny's moisture.

While Penny let out a moan from the feeling of being penetrated, Whitley found himself pretty surprised himself by the fact that any part of him was now inside a girl. Sure, he'd THOUGHT of this (and more) PLENTY of times in the past (what teenage boy hasn't?!).

But…actually DOING it? COMPLETELY different story all together.

Getting over his "shock", Whitley continued to place kisses across Penny's chest as he began moving his fingers around inside of her. Penny's hands tightened on Whitley's shoulders, as his fingers began moving around at a faster rate with each passing second.

Whitley flicked his tongue across one of Penny's nipples…at the same time that he tried to stretch out his fingers within Penny as FAR as he could (the younger boy having to keep himself from smiling, as he felt his "partner" squirm within his grasp).

The white-haired boy began thrusting his fingers in and out of Penny's vagina, starting off slow…but, gradually increasing in speed with each passing moment. Penny was (effectively) a blushing MESS by this point in time…panting from how Whitley's tongue danced across her breasts, and his fingers thrusted in and out of her (soaked) pussy.

Being the first time she did…ANYTHING of THIS sort, Penny…didn't exactly last very long. Penny grip on Whitley's shoulders (it actually stinging at this point), letting out a LOUD cry (Whitley personally hoping that no one heard her) as she achieved her release. Whitley didn't stop thrusting in (and out) his fingers, even as the synthetic girl's fluids gushed across his fingers.

After a few moments…Penny felt practically limp in Whitley's arms, the only sound from her being her heavy breathing. Truth be told…Whitley would be lying if he said that he didn't (at all) feel proud by having brought Penny (an attractive woman) to this state. Whitley pressed a firm kiss to Penny's forehead, before he (slowly, of course) pulled his fingers out of Penny's snatch…his appendages dripping with Penny's fluids.

After a moment of consideration…Whitley took a lick from his fingers. Sweet, Whitley thought to himself...as he quickly licked his fingers clean of Penny's essence. After taking a moment to "steady" herself…Penny lifted her head from Whitley's, her breathing under control and her face slightly less red. "Back to reality with the rest of us?" Whitley asked, a smirk on his face as he ghosted his fingertips over Penny's sides (sending chills down her spine).

"Y-Yes," Penny admitted, biting down lightly on her bottom lip. Just then…her eyes widened a bit, as she (after having "calmed" herself down from her orgasm) was able to FINALLY focus in on Whitley's stone-like cock pressing dangerously close to her core. With a small gulp (ignoring the "heat" of her cheeks), Penny lifted herself off of Whitley's lap…and proceeded to drop to her knees.

"P-Penny!" Whitley called out, shocked by her sudden (and rather…bold) action.

"You brought me to my own orgasm, it feels only…fair, that I do the same," Penny "explained" as she grasped ahold of the top of Whitley's pants. "Besides," the synthetic girl looked up to Whitley (her light green eyes seeming to glow in the growing darkness of the room), and gave another one of those smiles far richer then the Schnee family, "It may not sound never "humble", but…I've always been someone who wants to help people, especially those who've done me a…"good deed"," she finished her sentence with a small blush, but…she maintained that smile on her face (one that succeeded in getting Whitley to blush a bit).

Without another word…Penny pulled down Whitley's boxers, down to his ankles. And, when she did so…she let out a small "squeak", as Whitley's length smacked Penny in the face when it was freed.

After she'd gotten her bearings, the android stared ahead…and her eyes widened. Whitley was…pretty big (or…well…to her, as she didn't exactly anything to compare him to). Penny gulped a bit, raising a (shaking) hand to the "air" around Whitley's length…before she took a firm hold of the appendage.

The Schnee heir sucked in an intake of breath through gritted teeth, the feeling of pleasure being instantaneous. "Are you okay?" Penny asked, quickly pulling her hand away (worried that she'd done something wrong).

"I-I'm fine," Whitley nodded quickly, "Really. C-Could you…keep going, please?" Under normal circumstances, Whitley isn't one that will typically ask like that (a practical begging) to anyone (not even his father), but…truth be told, there's NOTHING he wouldn't do to have Penny keep doing what she was doing.

After Whitley's reassurance, Penny nodded her head…and took (another) firm hold of the white-haired boy's exposed length. Whitley took a deep breath in, and out through his nose…having to bit down on his lip to keep any noise from coming out.

While Whitley was (thoroughly) enjoying the handjob he was being given, Penny was taking the opportunity to simply…"examine" (for lack of a better term) her "activity". She noted how warm and hard Whitley's dick felt in-between her fingers as they all but danced across it. Although it had died down considerably, Penny's blush still remained on her face at…what it was that she was currently doing.

Just then, Penny remembered something she'd learned in her…limited "research" on the subject of sex (usually in her spare time, before meeting Ruby…and after being "restored"). Remembering that she'd heard how men like this "action" (a LOT actually), Penny leaned her head forward…and placed her tongue on the underside of Whitley's head.

"GEK!" Whitley couldn't help but flinch at the sudden feeling of Penny's tongue on his cock. Keeping her efforts at motion, the android girl began placing gentle kisses across the length of the white-haired boy's dick (getting the Schnee heir to twitch with each kiss).

And, after a few more moments…Penny suddenly engulfed Whitney's entire head in her mouth.

Truth be told…Whitney didn't have any "visible" reaction to Penny's "action". His eyes just SHOT open (so much so that he was certain they were about to POP right out of her skull), and his mouth was open…but no words were come out.

Penny's own eyes widened considerably at the taste of Whitney's length actually being in her mouth! She'd read a bit about things like this, but (for a multitude of reasons) never would have guessed that she'd actually be doing it!

She also took note of how…unique, the taste was on Whitley's length. It wasn't bad, just…unique. Different. But…"different" also meant "good" in this context. Penny placed her hands on Whitley's thighs, as she began attempting to take more and more of his length inside her mouth.

Whitley's hands clenched tightly on his bedsheets, him practically panting through his teeth like an animal. Hell, it was taking him quite a lot of effort to try (keyword, of course, being TRY) and keep his body from shaking as much as it was.

The ginger girl let out a small "hum/moan" of enjoyment, taking in more of his dick as she began swirling her tongue around the tip of his length. "Penny," Whitley breathed out in a low tone (the tone that he used was actually getting the android girl…pretty wet), "I-I can't…I-I'm gonna.. ," being a fourteen year old virgin, getting the first blowjob of his life…Whitley's endurance was being broken down with each passing moment.

Knowing what it was that Whitley was "referring" to…Penny actually began increasing in her "work", as she sucked quicker and more intensely. Whitley was doing all he could to hold back his release (if only to extend the pleasure), but…it was growing more and more difficult with each. Passing. Moment.

And when Penny began jerking off the bottom half of his dick, and cradled his balls in her palm…needless to say, he was just about done.

Whitley's hands "leapt" to take ahold of Penny's head, and pushed her down further into his crotch. Penny's eyes widened, not only at this action…but as she felt the first stream of his seed shoot onto the roof of her mouth. The android simply shut her eyes, remained still, and allowed the Schnee boy to use her as he wished.

Whitley's eyes were shut tight, and his teeth were gritted as he continued shooting his load into Penny's mouth. It took nearly ten seconds for him to finish…at that point, leaving Penny's cheeks nearly fully puffed out with how much was in there.

When it seemed like Whitley had (no pun intended) finished, Penny slowly pulled away from Whitley's crotch (ensuring to not spill a single drop from her cheeks). Upon doing so, Penny (not really seeing anything else she could do) swallowed the entire load within her mouth…letting out a small sigh as she did so.

Salty, Penny thought to herself, as she licked her lips to gather up any remnants of Whitley's release. Truth be told…she liked it. Penny leaned down to give Whitley's head one last lick, as she locked eyes with the white-haired boy, "D…Did you like that?" The poor girl was blushing brightly, feeling embarrassed by her stutter.

"That was…amazing," Whitley breathed out, closed eyes as he was breathing heavily…not managing to see how Penny erupted in a grin so bright it was as if the sun was shining in the boy's room. Whitley lifted himself up…Penny leaning on her hands so that their heads were (just about) even. Whitley then (firmly) took ahold of Penny's waist, as he went in to kiss her neck (again).

Penny bit down on her bottom lip, holding in a moan as she felt Whitley's lips "dance across the length of her neck. As he did that, Penny's hand moved itself down to wrap around Whitley's (deflated) length.

Within a few moments…Whitley's dick had "re-hardened" in Penny's palm (getting the girl to bite down on her bottom lip). With a little "maneuvering", Whitley placed Penny on her back to the bed.. before he crawled on-top of her.

The white-haired boy gave a small gulp as he…gazed upon the naked form of Penny. In spite of EVERYTHING that had already happened, it was this that caused him to freeze. An absolutely breathtaking girl just…laid before him (almost as if she were…"offering" herself to him), naked as the day she was born (or…created?).

Which was probably why Whitley's cheeks were a bright red, and his blue eyes were wide.

Penny (noting Whitley's "expression") smiled sweetly, despite the fact that she was blushing too. She then reached up with a hand, caressing one of Whitley's cheeks. As the teens' eyes locked, Whitley's nervous expression met Penny's smile. Instead of the bright, blinding smile from before, Penny now had more of a…calming one on her face. One that was successful in helping calm down Whitley's nerves.

After a moment, Whitley let out a smile of his own. He then took ahold of his length, and pressed the tip to Penny's snatch (the action causing both teens to let out a small groan). After one final moment…Whitley pushed himself into Penny's vagina.

Neither one of them even made an attempt to quiet the moans that came from their mouths. Whitley was practically…intoxicated by how warm and soft Penny's insides felt wrapped around his dick. Penny, on the other hand, marveled by how…good it actually felt to have a boy inside of her. How she felt so…full.

Whitley bit down on his lower lip, his hands near the sides of Penny's head as he began to (slowly) push himself further and further into Penny's snatch. In less then five seconds.. he sheathed his ENTIRE length inside of his "lover" (for lack of a better term).

The only sound that could be heard within the room was the heavy breathing of the Schnee heir and the artificial warrior. Penny's hands "snaked" their way to Whitley's shoulders, before her arms wrapped around his neck.

Whitley slowly (with a groan) pulled himself out of Penny, leaving only the head in…before he shoved himself (fully) back into the girl underneath him. And back out…and back in. And back out…and back in.

Until, eventually…he had set up a good rhythm for himself.

Penny had to bit down on her bottom lip to keep herself from screaming from Whitley plowing (yes, plowing) her, the sheer action all but scrambling her brain (like she'd just been electrocuted).

Whitley's entire forehead was mattered with sweat, but he was nowhere close to stopping. Him actually…losing his virginity and having a girlfriend, wasn't really something that he'd given much thought to (being FAR more focused on trying to become heir to the company).

But…now? He was wondering why he hadn't made MORE of an effort to "chase after" (for lack of a better term)…this. In the brief moments where he was actually able to form coherent thoughts…he couldn't help but think of his "former" self as a complete idiot.

Given the fact that they were both still virgins, it…didn't exactly take a long time for their releases to quickly approach. "P-Penny," Whitley moaned out, his "pace" gradually increasing in speed and force with every passing moment. His release was growing closer and closer, and it was taking all of his willpower to keep himself from just…finishing right then and there. "I-I can't-."

Penny didn't gave Whitley the time or the chance to say anything else, as she wrapped her legs tightly around Whitley's waist…and roughly pressed her lips onto Whitley's, quickly darting her tongue into his mouth before he could close it.

The feeling of Penny's tongue thrashing around in every corner of his mouth, combined with the feeling of Penny's warm pussy wrapped around his dick…led to Whitley finishing almost immediately. The white-haired boy moaned in the android's mouth as he drove every inch of his length into Penny's core...shooting his seed deep within the girl underneath him.

The feeling of her womb being filled by Whitley's essence…turned out to be just what Penny needed to go over the edge. Her body began bucking wildly underneath Whitley's (to the point where he firmly took a hold of Penny's waist to try and keep her still), her orgasm washing over her ENTIRE form. Nearly twice as "forceful" and intense as before.

The two simply…held onto one another, continuing to make-out as they allowed their orgasms to continue (uninterrupted). It was nearly a full ten seconds…before their body were (FINALLY) still. The two of them separated, a thin trail of drool connecting them as they…gazed into one another's eyes, both of their faces being DARK red in coloration.

Whitley (after a moment, and tad regrettably) pulled himself off of Penny, collapsing next to the ginger girl…breathing heavily as he stared up at the ceiling. The room was silent, the only sounds being the heavy breathing of the two (exhausted) teenagers. After a moment, Penny sat up and took ahold of the comforter of the bed. She then pulled the blanket up, and pulled it to cover herself and Whitley up to their necks.

"You know," Whitley started, as Penny threw her arms around the white-haired boy's neck and nuzzled her face near his own, "You should probably had back downstairs. General Ironwood is no doubt looking for you," he commented with intelligence, despite the fact that he was thoroughly enjoying having Penny's body nestled against his own. She felt so warm…and soothing, it almost felt better then them actually having sex.

Almost.

"Just a few minutes," Penny (rather lazily) mumbled against Whitley's neck, "I'm not needed down there, there're plenty of others down there to help the general if need be." Penny let out a content sigh, snuggling as close to Whitley's body as she physically could.

Any "concern" Whitley might have had was evaporated almost immediately as Penny snuggled up to him. With a small shrug, Whitley wrapped his arms tightly around Penny's body (getting the android girl to smile as he did so) as he pulled her in as closely as he could. He placed a firm kiss to Penny's forehead, before he rested his head against her own…sighing contently as he tried to keep her body as close to his as physically possible. Penny was right, everyone downstairs could last without the two of them for a little while longer.

Besides…what's the worst that could happen?

(Author's Note: Annnnnnnnnd….scene.

(1): I don't actually know if the rooms of the Schnee Manor have their own bathrooms…but, I'd figure the MANSION would:/

(2): I don't really know what the drinking age is in Remnant:/

(3): I guess you could call that a small theory/headcannon (assuming it hasn't already been confirmed/denied) of mine. While I'm aware that other fans write stories where Penny can't do "human things" (eating, sleeping, sex, etc.), I…have a difficult time buying that.

(4): I want to be clear that I am NOT "preaching" for underage drinking. Don't drink till you're of legal age (wherever you're at), trust me…you WON'T miss much at all. And when you ARE old enough to drink, PLEASE drink responsibly.

Whelp…how this one turned out good (personally, I think it got a little "weaker" near the end).

I came up with my own little "sexcanon" (headcanon about sex, in case you didn't know) about Whitley: he's…a cuddler. After sex, he ALWAYS cuddles up as close to his partner as he can possibly get. He just loves to feel them next to him, to feel them in his arms and hold on tightly.

Now…a more serious note…I hope all of you out there are staying safe with this corona going around. It's NOT something to take lightly. It can kill people…and even if you can't be affected, that doesn't mean that you can't be a carrier to someone who's more at risk then you. It has KILLED people…states here in America are being shut down…I even heard that our "inactivity" due to the virus had slowed the Earth's rotation. And, when a disease can result in a change in our planet's rotation…I don't think I have to tell you how SERIOUS it is0_0

Practice social distancing, wash your hands for a MINIMUM of 20 seconds (with SOAP!), and stay home if you can. We'll get through this together…but we gotta be careful, and we gotta be smart.

Well, on a lighter note…reviews only please, no flames allowed.

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