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There was an elegant oak desk buried somewhere under all of the paperwork in front of Weiss. She crinkled her nose slightly as she stood behind the desk and eyed the paper with a glare sharp enough to cut glass. The trains that ran shipments of Schnee dust had to travel through a long valley in the frozen wilderness. Because of the length of wildness, the train was left vulnerable, and bandits had been all too eager to capitalize on that vulnerability.
Weiss brought her hand up to the military coat that hung over her shoulders and adjusted it slightly before placing both of her hands on the surface of the desk. Among the piles of paperwork that detailed the recent losses, and future shipments, was a map of the route. Weiss had been examining and reexamining the map for the past several hours, trying to come up with the perfect plan to protect the train and weed out these bandits once and for all.
It wasn’t that she didn’t sympathize with the people who had been pressed into banditry. After everything that they’d been through, Weiss understood the desperation. The whole reason that she’d come back and taken up the reigns of the Schnee Dust Company was because she wanted to help them. The first step in any kind of rebuilding and recovery had to be an economic step, and what better tool was there to facilitate that, than the Schnee Dust Company? It was even generating the supplies that they would all need to push out the lingering swarms of Grimm. These bandits just didn’t seem to understand that everything she was doing was part of a plan to help them. It wasn’t like anyone else was stepping up to fix what had been broken!
With the plan that she’d drawn up staring back at her, Weiss struggled against the feeling that Winter would have come up with something better. She could feel it in the judgemental eyes of everyone around her. Sure, she pulled off this military look, with the belts and the jacket, and even the hat, but everyone looked at her like she was cosplaying. Surely, she made for an intimidating figure, standing between the giant desk, and the wall of floor to ceiling windows, decked out in all of this military regalia. Even with that, she could sense it, everyone thought that she was just playing dress-up in an inept attempt to emulate her sister.
The door to the dark office opened, drawing Weiss’s attention off of the plans and the map. She frowned slightly as she took in the figure of the blond man who had stepped through her door. His chin had been claimed by a coating of dirty-blond stubble, and the military jacket that he wore was only buttoned at the bottom, exposing the tight black undershirt that he wore beneath it. The smug smirk, and arrogant swagger seemed to be designed specifically to agitate her. It was all the more bothersome because he was actually a fairly decent guy most of the time, as evidenced by the fact that he’d come with her to help fix all of this.
“I didn’t call for you, Captain Arc.” If someone had tried to describe Weiss’s words as dripping with animosity, they had clearly missed that the sub-zero coldness of her tone had frozen that dripping into dagger-sharp icicles.
Jaune smirked softly as he approached the desk, giving her maps and paperwork a cursory glance, “You didn’t, but you would have eventually.”
Weiss grit her teeth, frustrated that he was absolutely right. Her plan involved deploying a team on the train itself. It was a bold and dangerous operation because of the volatility of the unprocessed dust that was being shipped in the train. Too much of a firefight with the train could cause the whole thing to go up. That meant that she needed an ace squad that was both capable of doing the job, and unhinged enough to accept such a dangerous deployment. Jaune’s huntsman squad were the only team that she had that would fit both requirements.
Jaune had never stood out enough to her in their days at Beacon. He’d seemed like little more than an inept goofball who, through some failing of paperwork, had somehow been made the leader of a team of much more capable huntsmen. It hadn’t really helped Weiss’s opinion of him that he had wasted so much time ineffectively trying to court her. That was a fact that Weiss had found all the more frustrating to remember now that she was catching her eyes lingering in peeks of Jaune’s abs and pecs through the exposed portions of his tight black undershirt. She’d have been worried about him catching her making a meal of him with her eyes had it been the first time that she’d done it, or in fact, the first time that he’d caught her.
Weiss tried to ignore the gooseflesh that had perked up on the back of her neck as Jaune had rounded the desk and moved in behind her. Her teeth that had been grit in frustration parted, to instead gently bite her bottom lip in apprehension. Even knowing that something was coming hadn’t prepared her for the gentle touch of Jaune’s hands on her shoulders, pulling the jacket that she’d just adjusted moments before off of her shoulders.
“Hey!” Weiss opened her mouth to protest, but made no move to stop Jaune from continuing.
Jaune’s strong hands cupped over her shoulders, his thumbs and fingers pressing at her skin through the sheer black material of the tights that she wore under her white dress. Any other protests that Weiss might have been mounting melted into wordless whimpers as Jaune worked the knots out of her tense muscles with a combination of brute force massage and the warm sensation of his healing aura.
“You’re carrying so much stress lately. Weren’t you about to call me in here to help you relieve that?” Jaune pulled one of his hands back to instead slip under her shoulder, and trace a buzzing line of healing heat towards her bellybutton, teasing the possibility that they might venture lower.
Weiss’s bottom lip trembled as some combination of Jaune’s touch, and his very bold suggestion sent a billion butterflies to flight in her stomach. It would not be the first time that Jaune had helped her ‘relieve some stress’. The first time had been shortly after they’d arrived back at the ruins of Atlas. Frustrated and angry, she’d responded to Jaune’s attempts at emotionally comforting her with a cutting statement about Jaune being incapable of making her forget her worries.
She should have known that it was a lie, after all she’d seen a few things when they’d all been trapped on the island. Regardless, an hour later, and Jaune’s skills with his fingers and mouth had left Weiss sprawled out on her bed as a shuddering, whimpering mess of a woman. He had absolutely taught her a lesson, and worse he hadn’t even had the decency to properly fuck her before he left her like that.
The next day, when she’d asked about why he’d stopped when he had, Jaune had stated that he’d only cross that line with her when she swallowed her pride and admitted she’d been wrong. With far too much pride to swallow in a single gulp, Weiss had spent all of her downtime for the next week trying to turn the tables on him, and leave him as the one begging to take that final step. She’d offered to return the favour, only for Jaune to claim that hearing her sing-song voice moan out his name was reward enough. She’d started wearing more daring lingerie, and the only difference had been that Jaune had complimented her on it before he’d got down to business. Every attempt she’d made had resulted in her being left gasping and breathless, watching as a fully clothed Jaune wiped her juices from his chin as he left her with an unsatisfied and needy ache in her abdomen.
It had taken her that whole week to get to the point where she could choke down her pride and admit to Jaune how badly she wanted more of what he had to give. That first time had been the only time she’d felt like the power dynamic had shifted back in her favour. She remembered the pain of it, and how that had been dulled by the shocked expression on Jaune’s face when he’d realized he’d just taken her first time. She also remembered his barely hidden panic when she’d curled her legs around his hips, lacing her ankles behind that tight butt of his.
The next morning, all of her stress had melted away, and Weiss had found herself having to force a frown onto her face as her body threatened to start walking three feet off the ground. Her efforts to hide her happiness had been helped by being pulled into a series of meetings about the bandit attacks on the trains. Suddenly, all of the stress of the current situation had returned, hitting her like it was the freight train that was delivering all of that Schnee dust. Her frustration had continued to build when what had happened had left her with a big head, and she’d said something that had taken their evening back a step. Jaune had lightly chastised her about her need to control everything as he’d left her on her bed, completely unraveled by his tongue.
In the present, Weiss was gripping the edge of her desk so hard that she was sure that her nails were leaving divots on the underside of the solid wooden surface. The warmth of his healing aura on her stomach had left her body with a pleasant buzz that was quickly building into a deafening roar of need. Desperately holding onto the last shreds of her noble pride, she found herself hating that he could make her joints wobbly without even having to do anything sexual. As if he could hear her internal frustrations, the hand that had been massaging her shoulder rolled forward to cup her breast, while the hand that had been teasing at her tummy slipped further, under the edge of her skirt.
“Nghnn!” Weiss nearly came when Jaune’s aura-clad fingers found the wet trails of desire that ran down the insides of her thighs like rivers. The hitch in her breathing had left her lips slightly parted in short gasps. Her eyes that had held such a sharp glare when Jaune had unceremoniously entered her office now lacked the ability to focus on anything in the room. She was becoming more and more aware of something in her gut, tightening like the strings of an instrument being pulled beyond their tuning, and threatening to snap.
“Jaunnnnnnnnnnnne…” Her brain, and her last remnants of self-control had meant for it to be a harsh admonishing hiss, but instead his name came out as a needy whine.
Jaune’s breath was hot on the back of Weiss’s neck. The fingers that had traced up her thighs and hiked up her skirt seemed so hot that they might be able to burn, yet still nowhere near as hot as the raging furnace of her sex. Her voice came out in a wordless whimper when the hand that had been cupping and and groping at her breast turned its attention to undoing the brass buttons and peeling the white fabric away from her breasts, like the heat of spring pulling away a covering of snow from a hilly field.
“I shouldn’t keep you too long when you’re so busy that you can’t even pull yourself away from your office.” Jaune’s fingers ventured the rest of the way up her thigh, pressing at her through the thin material of her sheer black tights, and the skimpy lingerie that she wore underneath it.
Weiss let her head slump forward, her voice cracking in another whimpering and shuddering moan when Jaune’s skilled fingertips tormented her with that cursed semblance of his. Her eyes managed to focus for just a moment, taking in the map as Jaune’s fingertips poked and prodded at her clothed mound. She gasped softly, trying to reapply her focus to the plans and paperwork instead of the way that Jaune seemed to play her body like a genius concert musician.
“Nnnot on the desk.” It had felt like a herculean effort to push the words out of her throat.
Jaune’s fingers stopped their teasing for a moment, “Excuse me?”
Weiss shuddered, catching her breath with the brief moment of calm in the tumultuous waters of pleasure that Jaune had been dragging her into. She squeezed her eyes shut, and swallowed the hard lump of whatever was left of her pride in her throat, “The paperwork is important.” Her eyes turned, focusing on the desk chair. She wondered how long it would hold up if he dropped her into it, and left her gripping onto it for dear life as he ruthlessly fucked her into a screaming orgasm. Her eyes then snapped to the door that Jaune had come through, wondering if he’d had the foresight to lock it behind him, and wondering if her wanton moans might travel far enough that someone decided to investigate.
“I’m not sure that I follow.” Jaune spoke softly. Weiss very much suspected that Jaune was doing this on purpose to torture her.
Weiss used her grip on the edge of her desk to push her ass back into the swollen hardness at the front of Jaune’s pants. They both gasped, but having been the one to make the move, Weiss had been the first to recover. She craned her head around to glare at Jaune over her shoulder. Her breath was still laboured as she growled the words at him, “I’m telling you to fuck me, just not on the desk.”
Her domineering attitude melted when Jaune’s hand cupped against her needy sex, his finger probing at her folds between the tights and panties. She barely even noticed when he’d pulled her against him, leaving her back flush with his chiseled chest, and her head lolling back over his shoulder. Another needy and disappointed whimper escaped her lips when his hand left the warm space between her thighs to join the other at her breasts. Her eyes slipped closed when Jaune’s fingers worked the rest of the brass buttons of her dress free, exposing the black tights beneath, and leaving the dress hanging from her shoulders, and held to her body only by the belt that normally held her sword.
Weiss’s eyes snapped open when Jaune’s hands returned to her chest. Rather than groping at her breasts, his grip found the stretchy black material, and in a sharp solid moment, tore the fabric open. While she’d have never admitted to it, Weiss had always been a little self conscious about her breasts, which was the biggest reason she had chosen such daring lingerie. It almost felt generous to call the top a bra, as the black lace cups only covered the bottom of her breasts, lifting and gathering with the structural ribbons that crossed her heart. The black stark contrast between the black lace of the bra, and Weiss’s snowy skin only highlighted that it covered nothing, even leaving her rosy nipples exposed.
Weiss shuddered as she looked at her reflection, not knowing or caring how she had missed Jaune turning them away from her desk and instead to face the ceiling to floor wall of windows that had been behind her. She looked like a desperate slut, draped back over Jaune’s shoulder as he toyed with her body. One hand had ventured to her hip, pulling her tighter against him, the other flattening itself against her ribs and journeying down the fresh rip in her tights to her flat stomach. Her military style hat looked so ridiculously out of place on her head as she gasped and writhed under Jaune’s touch. The tear in the fabric spread as Jaune’s hand worked further down Weiss’s front, his fingers sliding down the front of the skimpy black panties that matched the barely-there bra. The muscles in Weiss’s core tightened as Jaune worked a rugged finger into her soaked sex, causing her to pitch forward, her hands slapping against the window in an effort to hold her up.
The fingers that had cupped Weiss’s hip curled, and more threads gave into the pressure of Jaune’s grip. She winced as Jaune yanked his hand away, tearing away not just the black tights, but the skimpy undergarments as well. Weiss whimpered as she was laid even more bare before Jaune’s assault. Later she knew that she’d be seething in rage over the destruction of her clothes, but at the moment, the brutality of it all had left her knees weak, and arousal running down her legs.
“Jaune!” Weiss gasped his name as he pressed his hips into hers, pushing her forward against the window. Her eyes went wide as she looked down at the streets below the tower. Jaune had pushed her so far forward that it was a struggle to keep her face and breasts from being pressed against the glass, “What if someone sees?”
There had been a delightful spike of adrenaline when Weiss had questioned if Jaune had locked the door behind him. It felt even more prominent with the window, even if the actual danger was so much lower. How was anyone going to see her all the way up here? Still, she bit her bottom lip, shuddering at the thought that someone might just happen to look up and see her pressed against the glass and moaning like a whore. Surely Jaune was in just as much danger of being spotted as she was. Didn’t he have any shame?
“What if they do?” His voice was a soft growl and caused every hair on the back of her neck to perk up, and forced her to respond with a dark moan somewhere in the pit of her stomach. Jaune’s hand on her naked hip held her in place while the other hand that had been teasing at her nethers moved to rattle his belt loose so that he could escape his own pants.
Weiss let out a guttural groan when she felt the heat and warmth of his hardness pressed into the curve of her naked ass. He really didn’t care? She opened her mouth to try and form another protest, only to have her words stolen from her again when Jaune began to gently grind his hips against hers.
“Are you embarrassed to be seen with me?” He shifted his hips back slightly and Weiss shook her head desperately, not sure if she was attempting to beg him not to go through with this, or vehemently denying his accusation, “Or maybe, you just want to make sure that I’m the only one who ever gets to see you like this?”
Weiss bit her bottom lip so hard that she was sure that she could taste blood. The shame that had burned her cheeks with a scarlet blush had not been because Jaune was doing this to her. It was because there was an undeniable buzz of pleasure that pulsed through her body at the thought of everyone knowing, of everyone seeing that Jaune was doing this to her. It was the fact that she was absolutely getting off on the idea of Jaune claiming her like this, in a way that anyone might see, so that everyone could know that he’d broken her, that he’d made her his.
“Jaunnnnnnnnnnneee…” Weiss let out a whimpering whine when he’d shifted his position, and pressed the blunt head of his erection against the entrance to her sodden sex. She shuddered as her eager petals parted for him, squeezing her eyes shut as her senses were stolen away from her. Her fingertips struggled for purchase against the smooth surface of the window as Jaune’s grip tightened, his thick fingers biting into the soft flesh of her hips.
Jaune’s hot breath tickled the back of her ear, “I love it when you moan my name.”
Until he’d mentioned it, Weiss hadn’t even realized that her breathless voice had been moaning his name faster and faster as he’d pressed tighter to her. She squeezed her eyes even tighter shut as her heart smashed against the cage of her ribs, its beat roaring in her ears. The deafening rhythm and the ceaseless buzz of pleasure threatened to drive her mad. Just as she began to forget what normal would have felt like, Jaune tightened his grip on her and slammed his hips forward.
Weiss jolted up, a dry moan that sounded a little too reminiscent of the sounds that she’d been making in her dream croaking out of her throat. Her body burned from the fires of anticipation that her imagination had fanned into a raging inferno. The cold splash of reality that had come with waking up had done little to slow the rapid beating of her heart, or calm the hungry beast in her abdomen.
This was hardly the first time that Weiss had experienced a sex dream. Sure, of the members of team RWBY, she was the most mature and in control of her own emotions, but she wasn’t made of stone. She’d had a fantasy or two in her day. Normally, her fantasies were more involved, with a longer buildup. She imagined reforming a rough-looking type like Neptune, or a courtship with some nameless noble with a movie-star face. One time she’d had a guilty dream about being a princess who was saved by the Rusted Knight from the story of Alyx and the Ever After. The point was that, while she wasn’t always proud of the content of her more humid dreams, they weren’t normally like that.
It had been a while since she’d had a dream of that particular genre. That was probably part of it. They had all been under a lot of stress recently, and honestly, it was hard to have happy dreams with Salem the queen of monsters hunting them. So sure, maybe the fact that she hadn’t been imagining anything like this recently could have coloured how intense this particular imagining had gotten.
The more likely culprit was the fact that she had accidentally stumbled upon Jaune and Neo getting busy in the forest. She had been trying very hard to put all of that out of her head. At the same time, the image of it was still very clear in her head.
Weiss had followed Jaune from a distance after he’d had his conversation with Ruby about Penny. She hadn’t wanted to try and force him to have a conversation about it or anything, after all, he’d already had enough of those. She wanted to make sure that if he needed someone to talk to, that someone was there, and also make sure that he didn’t make any really stupid choices while he was still emotionally raw.
As it had turned out, Jaune already had someone to talk to in the form of Neo, not that a lot of talking had occurred. Not a lot of talking ever really happened when Neo was involved, but this time hadn’t been because of Neo’s muteness. Instead there had been a few costume changes that Weiss suspected had been the trigger for the the military outfit in her dream. Shortly after the costume changes, Jaune, the guy Weiss had always seen as a gentle dork, had tied Neo up with part of the costume, and then shown a side of himself that Weiss had never dreamed of. It was a side of himself that now, Weiss was finding that she couldn’t stop dreaming of.
Weiss blinked a few times, her blurry vision finally began to clear, leaving behind the buzzing ache in her head and her loins. When things finally came into focus, she found that she was not alone in the shelter that had meant to protect her privacy while she slept. Sitting at her feet with a coconut full of small berries that she was enjoying at an exaggeratedly slow pace, was none other that Neo, the woman that Jaune had unleashed all of that passion upon in the waking world.
“Shit.” The word slipped past Weiss’s lips as little more than a breath as she perceived Neo watching her with the mildly amused expression of someone watching a standup comedian absolutely bomb.
This wasn’t so bad. Her head had still been a little fuzzy in those first moments after waking up. Maybe she hadn’t actually moaned. Even if she had, surely she’d imagined the part where her moan had sounded just like Jaune’s name. If that had actually happened, there was no way that Neo would just be sitting her calm like this, right?
Neo held up her scroll, [I’ll forgive you if you give me every sweaty, sordid detail.]
Fuck. Weiss’s shoulders sank as she regarded the little terror of a woman who had so quickly turned her wet dream into a nightmare. Even as the logical parts of her brain were still booting up, she was demanding so many answers from them. What happened if she didn’t tell Neo every intimate detail about that dream? Would denying her that also put an end to this calm that she was expressing? On that note, why was Neo so unbelievably calm about this? Shouldn’t she be furious that someone was fantasizing about her boyfriend? Weiss imagined that she’d be furious. Was Jaune Neo’s boyfriend? What kind of relationship could Jaune and Neo actually have if she was this calm about all of this? Did they get off on weird kinks like partner swapping and being watched? Jaune didn’t seem like the kind of guy who’d be interested in those kinds of things.
Weiss bit down on her bottom lip to force an end to that train of thought. Gods…Why did she have to start noticing Jaune Arc now of all times?
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Neo chewed on her bottom lip and shifted her weight from side to side in a small effort to rub her thighs together. She drew the semblance-made comb through Weiss’s hair in a few more long strokes, having long forgotten the small pleasures that she’d been getting from the red blush on the back of Weiss’s ears. The problem was that, while Weiss’s reaction to having to tell the story was expected, Neo’s own reaction had come as a little bit more of a surprise.
Originally, making the heiress spill the beans on her wet dream had been a form of gentle revenge. After being the most reasonable and understanding member of team RWBY, Neo had seen the girl as a rare ally. She should have been seething with rage that she had turned out to be another girl who was carrying a secret torch for Jaune. She’d certainly been plenty defensive when she’d heard Ruby making similar cute moans. Really, when she thought about it, she should have been even more upset about Weiss doing it. In the situation there was actually a documented attraction that went the other way. She absolutely shouldn’t have decided that she would let the heiress slide with a little bit of embarrassment over having to share her wet dream.
What Neo hadn’t predicted when she’d offered this punishment was that Weiss’s fantasy would be so fucking hot.
Neo had no strong feelings about the military cosplay, and supposed she’d struggle to deny that there was a certain charm about a man in uniform. The absolutely undeniable charm had come in the form of an aggressive Jaune who ripped clothes, pawed at curves, and pinned his helpless lover for some hard and ruthless fucking. There was no arguing with a winning scenario like knowing that anyone who passed by might look up and see Jaune absolutely conquering her. The heiress clearly had very good taste in sexual fantasies.
The expectation had been that Weiss’s wet dream would be filled with the standard dull love-making fantasies. Maybe as a princess she was saved by the brave and gallant knight, and after sharing true-love’s kiss, they’d enjoy something tender and slow. The spices fantasy that Neo had expected from Weiss would be for her nature to manifest itself in her being on top, controlling every aspect of it while Jaune called her mistress.
Neo had a perverse glee in the fact that nowhere in Weiss’s description of her wet dream had the word ‘condom’ come up. She’d always suspected that Weiss was a stuck-up prude who would have rules just like the one Ruby had imposed. Neo knew that the most likely answer was that Weiss hadn’t mentioned it because it was a low-point in the story, or because her relative lack of experience meant she hadn’t thought about it. It was possible that Weiss knew what she was doing when she didn’t mention any kind of protection in her fantasy. Neo felt a twitch at the corner of her lips as she entertained the possibility that the heiress was actually a fellow woman of culture.
That was the worst part. Neo had wanted so desperately to be disappointed in Weiss’s fantasy. She’d expected to roll her eyes at how cute and innocent Weiss’s ‘dark’ desires were. She’d imagined the flower-petal daydreams that would justify Weiss being filed away under naive princess. At no point had Neo expected the heiress to prove to be a fellow ally who appreciated the the allure of a white knight giving her a white night. How was she supposed to stay mad at Weiss when her only crime was understanding why Jaune was so sexy?
Weiss’s cheeks had taken on the bright red hue of a fresh tomato with the strength of her blush as she turned her head to look back at Neo, “I think we can both agree that I’ve embarrassed myself enough that we can drop this now, right?”
How was Neo supposed to just drop this? The image of a breathless and half-naked Weiss pressed against a window with Jaune behind her was too delicious not to savour. How could she not dwell on the image of a military cap sitting askew on her head, or her expression struggling to decide between the oblivion of pleasure and the horror that they might be witnessed? Weiss seeded her imagination with the idea of the songstress letting out satisfied wails as Jaune seeded her. Neo was going to make sure that she left no stone unturned in her examination of Weiss’s little wet dream.
Neo let out a silent sigh and let go of the semblance-made comb, causing it to crumble away into dying pink embers of light. She patted of her hands on her lap as she pushed herself up and slowly circled around Weiss to take up a position directly in front of the heiress. Now that they’d come to the question and answer period of their discussion, it was probably better that she do this face-to-face.
[How many times?] Neo held up her scroll, chewing on her bottom lip.
Weiss blushed brighter, her body going stiff, “This dream was a one-time thing. I’m not a degenerate who dreams about sex all of the time!”
Neo rolled her eyes and shook her head as she tapped at the scroll again, [In the dream, how many rounds did you go with him?]
If it had been possible, Neo was sure that she’d be watching steam roll out of Weiss’s ears from the heat of the blush that had taken root on her face. Her lips opened and closed like she was a fish out of water. Her fingers trembled in her lap as she continued to wordlessly stare at Neo with an expression that read of horrified shock, either at the question, or at the suggestion that the question had carried with it.
Neo pressed a little bit harder, [You weren’t imagining something as vanilla as Jaune being done after one round, were you?]
“I hadn’t…” Weiss was started to say, before the full weight of the words hit her and caused a shudder to travel down her body. She was unsuccessful in her attempt to swallow the whimpering whine that clawed its way out from wherever in her core that shuddering ripple had settled, “Stop…”
To that, Neo could only roll her eyes. Weiss had opened this box, and they weren’t going to be done until all of it was unpacked, [Jaune’s the kind of guy to hold you up for more when your knees turn to jelly and you can’t stand on your own anymore.]
Weiss hissed through her grit teeth, “Look! I didn’t mean to dream about Jaune! This only happened because I saw you two going at it!”
Neo stopped and stared at Weiss for a long moment. Weiss was really blaming all of this on her? While she’d challenged the heiress to share her sexy little fantasy, it wasn’t like she’d forced Weiss to share. She could have lied, or omitted things. For all Neo knew, Weiss had lied or omitted things, which would have meant that this whole fantasy was even better than she already knew. It wasn’t Neo’s fault that Weiss had actually started to share the sweaty and sticky details that were now floating in the air between them.
A few moments after the silence had become uncomfortable, Neo went back to tapping at her scroll. Her eyes flashed up to the heiress who was still seething out huffed breaths, and glaring, and then looked back down to her scroll. Neo chewed on her bottom lip, deleting and retyping some of her message a few more times before finally holding up the scroll, [So if I’d been with someone who wasn’t Jaune, you’d have dreamt about them instead?]
Weiss’s blush returned anew, “I-“ She bit into her bottom lip, and let her breath drain through her nose in a frustrated noise. Her icy blue eyes flashed downward in an obvious desire to escape Neo’s gaze, “I didn’t say that.”
A fresh smirk split Neo’s lips, [So it was always going to be Jaune giving you the ol’ plap-plap in your dream?]
The scowl on Weiss’s face had the energy of a look that could kill, but any damage it might have done was tempered by her equally furious blush. It was so intense that it had even reached her chest, visible over the lacy decorations at the top of her silk slip that she was wearing as pyjamas. She seethed for a few more moments, “How much more of this before I know you won’t tell anyone?”
Ha. A sharp mischievous smirk split Neo’s lips as she looked at the heiress. She’d let the fact that Weiss had redirected the conversation to avoid answering slide, because the question was just too juicy. Neo had absolutely never agreed to not tell anyone about the fact that Weiss had been having a sordid little wet-dream about her boyfriend. More importantly, how could Neo not let Jaune in on such a sexy fantasy?
[After hearing about this fantasy there’ll be no stopping Jaune’s pile-driver.] Neo smirked as she flashed her scroll to Weiss.
“Absolutely not!” Weiss winced at the volume of her outburst and then corrected back to the hushed tones of their earlier conversation, “You can not tell Jaune about this!”
Neo gave Weiss a devilish smile, [You don’t want to know what Jaune thinks about this?]
Another helpless whine worked its way out of Weiss’s throat, “Please, I’m begging you…”
The images from Weiss’s fantasies kept flooding into Neo’s head. Who wouldn’t enjoy the thought of the heiress as a moaning mess with drool leaking from the corner of her parted lips, and a mixture of sexual fluids leaking down her thighs? Neo knew from her time as a spy at Beacon that Jaune would definitely get off on that kind of thought. The idea of Jaune fucking Weiss into a cum-drunk stupor was certainly potent. It was potent enough that it had Neo wondering just how much she could push against Jaune’s rule about not impersonating members of his fellow huntress team.
[I’ll leave it vague, if you want, but a fantasy this juicy needs to get tapped, especially if it means getting tapped into unconsciousness.] The gears in Neo’s mind were already turning towards the aim of forming the perfect plan. The script was already all there, but what about the setting, and how far did she dare to push her costuming? Should their play start with producing a costume for Jaune as well? Uniforms were sexy, but was it better than a naked Jaune? Even the planning was proving to be delicious.
Weiss blanched at the suggestion that she’d read on Neo’s scroll, “You can’t be serious…”
She thought this was a joke? Neo smirked and tapped at her scroll again, [Why don’t I show you just how serious I am?]
Once Weiss had a chance to read the message, Neo placed her scroll in her lap and reached her hands up, pulling her hair back and securing it into a low ponytail at the base of her skull. With a snap of her fingers a peaked hat, similar to the one that Weiss had described was sitting, slightly askew on her head. The wave of pink fractals rolled down, forming a military jacket, draped over her shoulders. Neo smirked as she picked up her scroll again and after a few moments of typing, turned the glowing transparent screen in Weiss’s direction.
[I don’t mind having an audience while he fucks the shit out of me.]
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Jaune’s eyes scanned the path carefully, looking for anything that could be classified as out of place. It wasn’t so much that he was expecting a trap, it was more that the note that Neo had left for him had been cryptic, and he wasn’t sure what to make of it. The note had directed him towards a secluded clearing a little ways away from the camp. It had also said something about a ‘rear admiral’, and while Jaune didn’t know what that meant, but considering that it was Neo who had left the note, he suspected it was sexual in nature.
It hadn’t escaped Jaune’s notice that almost immediately after meeting up with team RWBY, Neo’s advances had become more frequent and more daring. If he hadn’t known better, he’d have suspected that Neo was feeling threatened by team RWBY. He knew better than to think that though. Neo was way out of his league, and for that matter, all of the members of team RWBY were too. He wasn’t the kind of guy that a girl like Neo would get territorial over.
It would have made sense for Neo to feel physically threatened when faced with the huntress team that only knew her as one of their more notorious foes. Jaune would have imagined that the fear reaction would be to keep her head down and try to slip under the radar. If Neo had been afraid of the possibility of team RWBY physically attacking her, it seemed that the way she was processing that fear was with increasingly daring displays of a sexual nature. As a fear reaction, this felt more like she was waving the red flag in front of the bull, while sticking her tongue out and wagging her ass invitingly at it. Well, he supposed that it was actually him that she’d been wagging her ass invitingly at.
Jaune bit the inside of his cheek, hoping that the pain would be enough to clear the image of a sexy matador Neo from his head.
No normal guy would have questioned any of this. Jaune knew that. Upon noticing that his girlfriend had become a little bit more adventurous, a normal guy would have just smiled and hoped that the trend would continue. That was surely what Jaune should have done. He should have just just enjoyed the wave and tried desperately to hold on.
Unfortunately, Jaune couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off about all of it. Surely it wasn’t some sort of jealousy, staking her claim sort of thing, but there were other reasons that Neo could have made this change that were just as unhealthy. Perhaps she was hoping to get a rise out of team RWBY by getting caught. Perhaps she was trying to mess with Ruby’s head by letting everyone know that they weren’t following the rules that the team leader had put in place. Perhaps it was none of that and it was just that the thought that they could get caught fed into Neo’s kink for unsafe sexual encounters…
Okay, so it would be a relief if it was just that last answer. If he factored in everything else that he already knew about Neo’s sexual tastes, her getting a little bit excited by the possibility of getting caught was almost vanilla.
Given that Neo’s talent for using her semblance to look like other people, it seemed a stretch to believe that she was interested in being seen in a vulnerable situation. The answer that was much more believable that what Neo was after was the friction that would be caused when they were inevitably caught. Jaune wasn’t sure that he agreed, but he could understand the excitement of almost getting caught. The idea that Neo was using him and their relationship as a tool to get under Ruby’s skin wasn’t something that he was cool with.
Jaune grit his teeth and balled his fingers into tight fists. He was going to put his foot down on this! He wasn’t going to let Neo use him like that! He was going to march right up, confront her, and make her know that this was not okay! He was not just some tool that she could use to poke at team RWBY! He wasn’t going to fall for whatever trick she was trying to-
Jaune froze moments after stomping into the clearing. None of his plans to stand up against being sexually manipulated could stand up against seeing Neo waiting for him. The fog of his righteous indignation melted away into fog as his eyes scanned over Neo’s form, leaning back against a tree, and lazily gazing up at the cover of foliage and the sky beyond.
The obvious reasons that Jaune’s breath had caught in his throat involved Neo’s outfit. The coat and hat seemed like an odd choice, but also provided some illumination to the military innuendos from her message. The most striking element of her outfit was that beyond the jacket and hat, she wasn’t wearing a whole lot else. As always, her neckerchief was bundled around her throat, but combined with the jacket it provided a particularly roguish aura to her ensemble. Her battle corset hugged her chest and provided additional support to the swell of her breasts. The panties, that were notably not covered with pants, left little to the imagination, and provided a rather stimulating view of naked thighs under the dangling edges of the open jacket. The bulky military boots that topped out just under her knees completed her outfit, but seemed extra daring given how little else she was wearing.
For Jaune, there was a less obvious, but equally impactful reason. Neo’s gaze was cast up and away, gazing in the direction of the setting sun. Her stoic expression, presented to him in profile seemed almost consciously posed. The combination of her looking up and away, and her hair being pulled back into a ponytail exposed part of her neck above the kerchief, and made her seem vulnerable. The light that filtered through the swaying leaves coloured the spaces between the shadows with a watercolour style mixture of pink yellow and orange. The scene before Jaune was like a priceless work of art, and had proven very successful in robbing him of his previous thoughts of outrage.
“Wow…” Why had he been mad again? He couldn’t remember.
Neo blinked quickly and turned her head slowly, her lips turning to a warm smile as she looked at Jaune. She slowly shifted her weight forward, and took a series of slow and careful steps in Jaune’s direction. His pulse quickened as his mind struggled against her overpowering presence. The ethereal vulnerability that she had radiated when she’d been reclining against the tree was now replaced by an impressive pressure that seemed to contradict her slight stature.
As she finally closed the distance, her hands came up, her palms flattening against his chest and pushing him back slightly. Jaune was sure that there should be nothing but the open path behind him, but all the same found his back pressed against a tree. The puzzle of how he’d ended up with a tree behind him seemed destined to remain unsolved, as Neo’s fingers slipped up to grip the collar of his sweater, pulling him down as she leaned up to capture his lips in a warm and inviting kiss.
Jaune’s brain seemed to short-circuit, unsure of how to process what was happening, or what he should do. Luckily, Jaune’s body didn’t wait for permission before moving forward. His arms lifted, curling around the girl and pulling her closer. She almost seemed to melt in his arms, the warmth of her body pressing tighter into his chest. The sudden change had proven enough to cause her fingers to tremble, but quickly tightened again as she pulled herself tighter into the kiss that she had planed against his lips.
Neo let out a silent gasp when Jaune’s wandering hands traveled down to grope at her nearly naked backside. In Jaune’s passion-drunk state, he took her parted lips as an invitation to push his tongue into her mouth. Her body went tense for a moment at the surprising amount of forwardness from her partner, but quickly melted back into its pliable state in his arms. If there was any lingering defiance to his actions, it only made itself known when she briefly engaged his tongue in a duel with her own.
When the kiss was finally broken, both of the participants were gasping for breath. Jaune squeezed his grip on Neo’s ass, causing her to let out another gasp that likely would have been accompanied by a surprised noise if she’d been capable of making a noise. Her hands let go of his collar, quickly sliding down his chest, before employing the thieving dexterity of her fingers to unbind his belt, and venture into the vault of his pants. Unlike Neo, Jaune had no problem at all making a surprised noise when Neo’s palm and fingers closed around his hardened length to give it an appreciative squeeze.
“Nghnnnn- Neo…” His belt buckle rattled slightly as his belt came completely undone, and his zipped buzzed as it was undone. Her fingers let go of him for only a moment to take up the desperate task of pushing down his undone pants and the boxers within.
This seemed to be going a little bit faster that Jaune had been expecting. He wasn’t complaining. It was simply that with Neo’s outfit, and the cleverly themed invitation to the clearing, he had expected Neo to have a whole game planned for their afternoon. Jaune always enjoyed the games and porno scenarios that Neo managed to come up with. Again, he absolutely didn’t mind that they were skipping it, because a handsy Neo who didn’t care about anything else was plenty sexy. The concern was that she’d be frustrated at herself for not staying focused on her plan, or worse, that she’d be frustrated at him for letting her forget.
Jaune knew that he’d hate himself for bringing it up, but couldn’t stop himself, “Are you sure this is what you had in mind?”
Neo scrunched her nose for a moment at his question. This was where she’d normally have ripped into him with something clever written on her scroll. Apparently she was too eager for that instead, as he full response to his question came in the form of her rolling her eyes and slapping his hands away from her hips.
For a brief moment, Jaune wondered if his question really had been the splash of cold water on the fire of what happened. When Neo fell to her knees in front of him, the question of if he’d cooled down anything quickly vanished. Her mismatched eyes looked up at him from under the black brim of her peaked cap as her lips parted and she dipped forward to capture his tip with her mouth. Jaune threw his head back, striking the tree with the back of his skull as she gave his tip a long and slow suck that he rewarded with a low drawn-out groan of pleasure.
Jaune winced when Neo pulled her head back, her lips smacking together in a pop noise when she finally released him. In a slow movement she pushed herself back to her feet, making sure to press her corset-clad breasts against him in delightful ways as she straightened herself up. The delicious friction of her body rubbing against his had provided a welcome description to the lingering pain from his head colliding with the tree.
Neo’s hands took a hold of one of his for a moment, forcing something soft into his palm. He’d expected to also be greeted by a terse composition on Neo’s scroll about how he shouldn’t ask such stupid question. Clearly the soft nature of what she’d given to him wasn’t her communication device. He looked down, wondering briefly if he was going to see something akin to an actual scroll in his palm. Instead he found a small, discarded piece of clothing. There was no snarky response, just Neo depositing the undergarment in his hand.
Always one to capitalize on Jaune being distracted by one of her advances, Neo wrapped an arm behind Jaune’s neck. Before Jaune had any real chances to react, she’d hoisted herself up, her free hand darting down to Jaune’s freed erection to line him up appropriately. Jaune’s body moved instinctively back to her hips to keep her from falling. He’d also been about to bring up a final protest, but all the came out was a slight grunt as Neo rolled her hips forward to meet his in a sharp thrust.
“Ughnnn!” Jaune’s grip on Neo’s hips tightened, unintentionally pulling Neo into a deeper thrust. Neo buried her face in Jaune’s neck, shuddering and letting out silent whimpers and moans.
Jaune would never say that Neo was heavy. This was why he put the entirety of the blame for the shaking knees on the waves of pleasure, rather than the added effort of holding Neo up. The pleasure was certainly potent. He grit his teeth around another shuddering groan as Neo rolled her hips, assaulting them both with another wave of that pleasure.
After another roll of Neo’s hips, Jaune made his own move. It was subtle, and little more than a reaction to Neo’s movements at first. His grip on her hips tightened, and after Neo had finished her roll, Jaune’s hands pulled her into another one. Neo’s grip around Jaune tightened, and she twisted her head from side to side, letting out more silent gasps and moans as Jaune took the lead.
Jaune leaned back further against the tree at his back. His hands guided Neo’s hips in their continued movement back and forth. His breath came in hot gasps against her ear as she flexed her legs around him in her own efforts to guide herself into a faster tempo of deeper thrusts.
As the thrusts continued, Jaune felt a swell of pleasure deep in his core, “Fuck…Neo…” It seemed way too early for him to be this close. He was already imagining Neo making some snide comment about him having a hair trigger when it came to a woman in uniform. He screwed his eyes shut, and tried desperately to think of something else, like sports or calculus.
Neo parted her lips, but this time, rather than letting out a moan, she sealed them against the point where his shoulder and neck met. She sucked against his skin for a moment before grazing him with her teeth. It was gentle enough that he knew that it hadn’t broken the skin, but it had sent a small shock of pain into his body. The deep primal groan that Neo’s predatory and claiming bite had forced from Jaune’s core had surprised even him.
Not to be outdone when it came to predatory and claiming actions, the bite had also spurred Jaune’s arms into action. He bounced Neo’s hips against the rocking of his own in a quickening series of sharp thrusts. It had been enough to break Neo’s lips away from his skin in favour of gasping for the breath that he was pounding out of her, but had also caused Jaune’s lungs to demand ragged gasps of breath.
The knot of pleasure in Jaune’s gut grew ever tighter. He grit his teeth so hard that he was sure he’d heard them creak. What would Neo do if he let her know? Knowing Neo, she’d probably lock her ankles behind his hips and smirk at him as if she thought that was some sort of punishment for saying unnecessary things. The alternative would be something like Neo pulling off of him just long enough to drop to her knees and take it to the face. That too seemed like the sort of thing that she’d only do to make a statement about Ruby’s rules about not finishing inside. Either option was dangerous to think about too much while he was already so close.
A sharp voice cut through the jungle like a machete, “This isn’t what we talked about at all!”
Jaune’s whole body went tense. The shock of someone jumping out of the foliage and catching him like this had been the last push over the edge. His breath hissed through his teeth as he slammed Neo’s hips against his own and the building waves of pleasure broke past the last dam. Jaune’s vision went white as lightning bolts of pleasure traveled through his core to join the pulsing of his release. Neo’s fingers grabbed and scratched desperately at the hood of Jaune’s sweater as he flooded her insides with his seed.
It took a moment for Jaune’s brain to catch up to what had just happened. What he knew for sure was that he’d been having sex with Neo, and then they’d been caught, and he was pretty sure that was the most intense orgasm he’d had in his entire life. Fuck…Had Neo just saddled him with a new kink?
Meanwhile, Weiss was still standing there, blushing as red as a ripe tomato with her arms thrown down violently at her sides as she shouted at them, “None of this is right at all!”
“What?” Jaune croaked out, so confused by the outbursts that he was no longer processing the embarrassment of the moment. Instead his mind was focused on how surreal it was to see her shouting while presumably dressed for bed. It wasn’t that he minded seeing her in a silky white nightgown, and he’d always kind of preferred her hair in the simple ponytail over the braid that she’d taken to styling it into recently.
Neo’s body trembled as she shifted slightly in Jaune’s arms. She turned her head lazily to regard the upset heiress for a moment, and then turned her gaze back to Jaune. Neo made a motion to Weiss with her thumb, and then extended her index and middle fingers towards her own eyes before turning her wrist back and forth with her index finger extended. Jaune was pretty sure that the suggestion that Neo was making was that Weiss had been observing them, and based on the fact that Neo didn’t seem alarmed, she’d likely known the whole time.
“I never said that I wanted to watch!” Weiss hissed through her own clenched teeth.
Neo rolled her eyes as she continued to slowly pull herself back and lower herself down to her own shaking and pleasure weakened legs. She pointed at Weiss with her thumb again before closing her fist and rocking it back and forth towards her own mouth in a clearly lewd gesture that Jaune had seen before.
Weiss’s impossibly deep blush managed to become even more intense at that suggestion, “I never said that either!”
“What is going on?” Jaune groaned, painfully aware that if something like post-nut clarity actually existed, it had been fleeting and he was no longer blessed with it’s insights. For now, his head was full of too many specific questions, and he was having trouble ordering them by importance. He’d settled for one of the more vague ones for now.
Neo brought up her hands again, making a gesture towards Weiss before seeming to struggle on how to articulate the rest of her thought. This did remind Jaune that one of his more specific questions sought the answer to why Neo wasn’t using her scroll to converse with him like she normally would have.
Weiss huffed, “I described a dream that I had to her and she teased me about it and was going to throw it back in my face, but then she didn’t even do it right.”
Neo rolled her eyes again and made several quick gestures with her hands that Jaune was having a bit of a harder time following. There were certainly a few crossed index fingers and throwing of imaginary things in faces, which he assumed was Neo saying that she hadn’t done that. There were also a few instances of Neo flipping Weiss the bird, which he imagined was unrelated to the actual information that Neo anted to communicate about what was happening here.
“Oh yeah!?” Weiss triumphantly brought her hand up, holding a scroll, “Well, if you weren’t going to throw it in my face, why were you recording it?”
Jaune groaned and let his head fall back against the tree. That was all way too much to process. Weiss was suggesting that he was right and Neo really had been trying to use him to try and play head-games with team RWBY. At the same time, Weiss was suggesting that the only reason that Neo would have recorded this was for ammunition to taunt her with later. Jaune blushed slightly as he thought about how there was already a video on Neo’s scroll and that had nothing to do with taunting team RWBY. The simplest explanation was actually that Neo was just a sexual deviant who developed kinks with the same ease as a tangled garden hose.
The more interesting piece of information had been that all of this had come from Weiss’s dreams. He bit his lip, trying very hard not to let his mind wander to the question of if he had been a feature in this dream that Weiss was talking about. What exactly did that mean? What did he want it to mean? That felt like a dangerous and complicated question, but luckily there were a whole lot of other questions that he could focus on.
Jaune finally pushed off of the tree looking at the two women who’s argument had resulted in the kind of tension that Jaune could almost see crackling lightning between them. He let out a long sigh, “Alright. We need to take this a step back, because I think I’m owed an explanation on all of this.”
oOoOo
Neo gripped her scroll tight in her lap as she fidgeted and chewed angrily on her bottom lip. The explanation portion of their conversation had not gone particularly well. Neo hadn’t really thought that her flashing text on a screen really counted as ‘talking over’ Weiss, but apparently both of them going at the same time had proven to be too much information for Jaune to handle. She supposed that it hadn’t helped that there had been some barbed comments in what she’d typed that had reignited the argument. It wasn’t like Neo had been the only one taking little jabs.
Jaune had put an end to the fighting by putting his pants back on and telling them both to sit down and take turns. Neo had conjured some cushions for them, as Jaune hadn’t seen fit to return her panties to her. It was a nice ray of hope that there was a chance that they could pick things up later. It certainly wouldn’t be fair if he was making them have a meeting about this without planning on picking things up again later. In regards to the discussion itself, it was absolutely not fair that Weiss was the only one that Jaune was asking questions and allowing to comment, while she patiently waited her turn like this.
It also wasn’t particularly fun to watch Weiss turn deeper and deeper shades of red as she struggled to actually answer the questions that Jaune was asking. Strange. It had been so much fun to watch the heiress turn scarlet earlier when she’d been talking about her dream. Why was it so much less fun to watch it happen now that she was being so much more coy and guarded about the content of her fantasies? Maybe it was because she wasn’t allowed to interject with her fun colour commentary.
Why were they still talking about this? It seemed obvious what they needed to do next. Weiss wanted to choke on Jaune’s sausage. Everyone sitting here knew that Jaune had been carrying a lighthouse sized torch for Weiss all of the way through their time at Beacon, so it seemed obvious what he’d want to do. Neo felt a silent growl well up in the bit of her stomach. Why couldn’t they just get this over with? Did she really need to sit here silently while they inched their way towards the next step?
Wait…What did she think was going to happen next? After Ruby had tried to put those sex rules in place, she’d engaged in a fantasy or two about Jaune helping to teach the prudish team-leader a long and hard lesson. Heh. Neo had even imagined turning it into a competition with the red huntress, knowing full well that Ruby could never possibly win. That was basically what she’d been imagining would happen next, wasn’t it? Why was she suddenly feeling so uneasy?
Weiss shifted “I didn’t plan on-” She started and then stopped, looking down at the ground, “I didn’t mean to walk in on…that.”
Neo scowled. She had been very clear on what she’d been planning to do with Jaune. Weiss would have to have been an idiot to have not known what she was going to walk in on when she took up that invitation. She’d known exactly what kind of show her ticket was for! All of this had started because she’d accidentally spotted them going at it once already! What a lying cun-
“I should have been more careful,” Jaune spoke up, “but it sounds like Neo told you what she was planning to do. What were you expecting?”
Ha! Get her, Jaune! Neo felt a proud and satisfied grin spread across her lips as she turned her head to look at Weiss. That girl may have been the most clever member of team RWBY, capable of thinking anything through, but it looked like she hadn’t put nearly enough thought into this one! Ha! Not only had Jaune called her on her bullshit, but he’d also trapped her! Now she’d have to admit that the reason she’d stormed out was because she was just mad because she wanted her ride on Jaune’s rocket!
“That’s…” Weiss struggled with words for a moment before blushing much harder and looking away, “It wasn’t how she said it was going to be.”
Wait. What? Neo stopped in the middle of typing her taunt-filled victory speech, her eyes coming up to look at the heiress again.
Weiss let out a confident huff, “In the fantasy you were the dominant one.” She propped herself up a bit more, “Oh! And Neo said something about multiple rounds.” She was blushing scarlet now, but Neo could see something else in her expression. Weiss didn’t have the face of someone who had just seen defeat, instead it was the face of a sly victory, like someone who had been holding the perfect card for just this moment since the very beginning of the game.
“So you came out here to watch us?” Jaune’s tone seemed very uncertain, either with the suggestion itself, or the weight of everything that the suggestion was carrying.
Weiss closed her eyes and took a deep breath, “Well, if Neo isn’t going to do it right, I could step in and show he how it’s done.” Her cheeks continued to radiate a deep scarlet.
Neo was standing before she’d even known what was happening. Her expression had taken on a scowl as she held out her scroll for both of them to see. She couldn’t even remember reading the message that she could still read backwards through the transparent screen of her scroll, [You had your chance! I love Jaune now!]
Shit. Neo suddenly recognized the cold grip that had been working its way from the pit of her stomach towards her heart. This was jealousy, wasn’t it? She chewed her bottom lip feeling a wave of helplessness and panic crash into her. Her grip on her scroll shook. The survivor part of her brain screamed at her for being stupid and emotional and leaving herself so vulnerable. Fuck. Why had she done that? Stupid. She knew the answer. Weiss had goaded her into this position. Why had Weiss done that? Fuck! What kind of trap was this?!
Weiss smiled softly as she looked from the scroll to Jaune, “I’m still not convinced that she’s a good person, but with the way that you are, she’s probably the best match for you.”
Jaune blushed and rubbed at the back of his neck, “Thanks…I think?”
Neo stared at Weiss for a few long moments. She wasn’t entirely sure what the heiress’s game was here. It seemed like the purpose of the trap had just been to make Neo step into it. There was no fatal snap, no spikes, no bleeding, just her standing here, having made herself vulnerable…and Neo wasn’t sure if that wasn’t actually worse.
“So…uh…” Jaune started, “What now? Do we all just…go back to camp?”
That seemed like the most sensible option. Good ol’ Jaune, always being the sensible one. Neo was looking forward to going back to camp, balling herself up in her shelter, and being tormented by all of the thoughts that were now bouncing around in her head. It would be fun to sit in the breakfast circle with bags under her eyes, and know that some members of team RWBY thought she was sleep deprived for much more fun reasons.
Weiss was still blushing, but had regained the indignation that she’d had when she first stomped into the clearing, “Fuck no. Neo invited me out here to watch the fantasy.” Her blush grew even more intense and she took a long and slow breath, “Now do it again, but get it right this time!”
Neo nearly choked. What the fuck was happening right now?